The Power of Creation – Chapter 258

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Bam! Bam!

Two harpies got sprayed in the face, causing them to suddenly plummet down to the Earth below. “Nnnnaaaa!!!”

“Do-do they have to make those moaning noises when they get hit?”  Elena asks, blushing.

“There is another, five o clock!” Ariel calls out, pointing, very enthusiastically aiding you.

You aim your dick in that direction. A harpy just manages to jump onto the deck. With a blast of force, white stuff strikes the harpy. As white stuff rolls down its smooth luscious skin, it lets out a moan. Its hands grab its nipples and twists them. You crank up the force, shooting another wad of baby batter. This time, it’s enough force to knock the harpy off the side of the ship. It moans orgasmically as it plummets to its death.

“Why do they twist their nipples, doesn’t that hurt?” Jasmine asks, walking up from the lower deck.

“J-Jasmine! Wh-what are you doing out here?” Elena cries.

“Eh? Everyone is making a commotion. I wanted to show Savior my swimsuit, what do you think?”

Jasmine is wearing a single piece navy blue swimsuit which had a white bar on the front. As to where she found this thing, no one could guess, but it was the titular example of a Japanese school swim suit. With her twitching cat ears and swishing tail, she looked the picture of innocence. The weabo Megara and the loli-con Moana are naturally the most affected.

“So-so cute!” Megara cries.

“I want to eat her up!” Moana adds.

However, Jasmine ignores them and is more focused on you and the commotion at the front of the ship. “What’s savior have in his hand? He seems to be aiming it at naked women and white stuff is coming out. I want to see! What’s going?”

“No!” Elena, Aurora, Merida all shout at the same time, racing to block her view.

“Why are you guys blocking! I want to look! They’re making funny noises. What are they doing? What is savior doing? Why are they twisting their nipples?”

“I don’t know!” Elena cries, trying to cover Jasmine’s eyes. “They must enjoy pain! Never let anyone touch your nipples.”

“I-it doesn’t always hurt…” Merida suddenly speaks up, before blushing. “If you touch them the right way.”

“Eh?” Elena declares. “It always hurts. Nipples aren’t meant to be pulled and twisted like that!”

Aurora gives a small smile. “Well, it can hurt, but it can feel really good too. H-has hero-san not given you nipples attention?”

“What? No… nipples? He’s never touched them, if they really felt good, why would he-“ Elena’s eyes suddenly fall flatly on Merida and Aurora’s chests, losing their light. “Oh…”

“What’s going on? Does savior play with nipples too? Come on, let me see!” Jasmine was still struggling as the other women blocked her vision.

“I-it’s probably just a coincidence…” Aurora looks away innocently.

“M-maybe it doesn’t feel good if you don’t have big boobs?” Merida ponders.

Elena looks back and forth between the two women teary eyed before glaring at you, still taking pot shots at harpies. “Sweetheart! Wh-why have you never played with my nipples!”

“Eh, what?” You turn, but just as you turn you forget to turn off the hose.




As you turn, a spray of white rockets across the ship and slams into three unsuspecting women. By the time you think to shut off the drip, there are three cum-drenched woman standing there with white stuff dripping down their bodies. It was a rather impressive load for a shot fifty feet away.

“You-you!” Aurora glares, her dignity completely soiled by her soiled body.

“Daddy…” Merida lifts up her hand, white stuff dripping everywhere she tries to wipe.

“I’m all dirty…” Elena cries tearfully.

“Wh-what’s this?” Jasmine asks.

It was then that the three women split, a forth girl is on the floor. The little cat girl in her bathing suit is covered from head to toe in white stuff. She is looking at some white stuff on the back of her hand. She raises it up to her face and sniffs, then she stickd her tongue out to lick it like a cat licking it’s paw.

“No!” Everyone shouts at once.

“H-h-hero-san! What have you done?” Aurora accuses.

All the women turned to you, your dick still hanging out an on display for the little girl covered in white.

“I… have no excuse.” You look down.

Moana walks up hesitantly. “I… you’re the father of my children. I knew you’re a criminal, but I failed to arrest you. In a way, I’m as guilty as you are.”

Since Moana became pregnant, her feelings towards your loli ways were more tolerant, and this was her attempt to comfort you.

“That’s… not helping…” You sigh.

“I don’t get it? What’s wrong? Why is the mood so heavy?” Jasmine asks, “Oo… it’s gushy and warm… hehehe.”

Jasmine splashes innocently in the white stuff.

“She’s so innocent! It’s adorable!” Megara cries.

“To think… hero-san would do that to her…” Merida couldn’t bear to look any longer.

“Wait! We can work with this!” You declare. “She doesn’t know, so her innocence as been maintained! Quick, Moana take her back down and clean her off!”

Moana’s eyes turn to stars. “With pleasure!”


“Eh? Savior?” Jasmine snaps to attention.

“You just got hit with magical unicorn cream from the… eh… magical land of um… spooge! I’m using the unicorn cream to fight the evil… naked… um… sluts. You must wash it off you immediately or you may end up turning into a slut yourself. Only sluts get the cream! And It’s coming from my crotch because… um… I shoot from the hip?”

Jasmine’s eyes brighten. “Re-really? Savior is saving us again! I certainly won’t become no slut!”

Everyone let’s out a breath of relief as Jasmine stands and pumps her hand, unbelievably accepting your blatant lies with the blind innocence of a child. You turn back away, wiping the cold sweat from your face as you start to fight the next wave of harpies. Meanwhile, Moana takes Jasmine away to wash her in milk, the only available cleaning solution, even if it felt like fighting fire with fire. The other girls follow behind, also needing a milk bath.

“You guys all know I’ve walked in on you all having sex hundreds of times. I’ve lost my innocence a long time ago and am just waiting for him to take my virginity. I’m well aware I saw Savior’s penis and now I’m covered in his semen, right?” Jasmine suddenly mentions out of the blue, tapping her lip. “Now that I’ve received a cumshot, I wonder how long until he just fucks me already?”


It turned out it wasn’t Jasmine who was being naïve… but everyone else.

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Tales of an Enchantress – Chapter 42

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“Another world?” I breathed out the words in complete shock.

Immediately, the armored hero slapped the arm of the man next to him, looking slightly flustered while shaking his head. This was clearly not something the hero wanted being passed around. Meanwhile, Isaac only seemed to grin, crossing his arms like he had won the argument.

Fanreek snorted. “Another world? There hasn’t been someone from another world in over a thousand years!”

“I speak the truth!” Isaac defended.

Fanreek turned to me, noticing my complex emotions and shook his head. “Don’t get too excited girl, every decade some trainer comes out claiming he’s personally training a hero from another world. Every decade, it’s proven to not be true. Even some of the great trainers were so hopeful of going down in history that they let some lord or noble convince him they’re the next real thing! I never would have thought a man like Isaac would fall for this crap.”

“Tsk… say what you will. Bryson, come, let’s show them your talents and let them eat their own words.”

I was looking at Bryson, a man from another world. Despite Fanreek’s warning, I was already letting hope shoot through me. There was no saying that another world meant my world. Either way, it was still someone else like me, someone stuck in a world they didn’t belong. I instantly felt a camaraderie with this strange man. Bryson, on the other hand, seemed embarrassed by his master. He had his head lowered, and I realized he might not be comfortable with girls in general.

“Isaac Trevus…” Fanreek shook his head as his eyes followed the pair leaving. “What a ridiculous claim. Well, if the boy was trained by him, he won’t be weak at least.”

I could only give Fanreek a wry smile. He seemed to believe that other world travelers were basically a myth. Although he had seen my stats, he, like most, had assumed I was the product of a wealthy lord blowing Orbs of Raimer. If a woman like me did exist, it’d be assumed most of her special skills were useless, since she hadn’t done anything drastic to earn them. Ten special skills around cooking weren’t going to make a housewife a hero.

At best, I could be a spy in training or something of the like. However, after seeing most of my skills, I look more like a concubine than anything. Either way, even with my status that belonged on a monster, they couldn’t allow themselves to entertain the idea I came from another world. Other worlders were legends and myths, not people who walked around, certainly not a slave in a collar.

The room finally started to calm down as Isaac lead Bryson to one side of the makeshift ring, while the muscle man stood on the other side being encouraged my his friends. They were each handed a wooden sword. The sword looked slightly too large for Bryson’s hands, making it a wonder when he was able to hold it without tripping over. On the opposite side, the muscular man made the sword look too small. He looked down on it with disdain, clearly used to something far heavier.

“Alright! Here’s a fight between Recco and Bryson. No kill hits. Special skills allowed. First one who can’t stand back up loses! Ready? Go!”

As soon as the bartender finished, an explosion of light surrounded Recco, the muscular man. It wasn’t clear what he did, but it was clear he was activating some special skill of his. That’s what made most fights in this world so exciting. You never knew what tricks other people had up their sleeve. Even a simple housewife could have a skill the equivalent of a nuclear bomb.  Admittedly, that was unlikely to happen unless she had led a very strange life.

The hero Bryson moved forward in a dash, his swords slamming down on Recco. The hit struck Recco dead center, but a moment later it bounced away. Bryson immediately jumped back while Recco let out a laugh, gaining confidence. Several of the men around him also chuckled. The hit would have certainly been an instant KO on a normal person, but Recco’s spell must have made his skin as tough as armor. I couldn’t even say for sure if a real sword would have been able to cut through it.

Recco chopped his sword down, and Bryson had to dive to the side to avoid the strike. Compared the Bryson’s fluid movements that resembled a dance, Recco’s movements were crude. However, every step was filled with power and strength. Recco chop cut through the air, making an echo-like boom as it stopped short of the floor. My mouth fell open in a gasp. Just how strong was a sword strike that broke the sound barrier? At the tip of the blade that stopped just short of the floor, there was a concentric circle where the dirt was displaced. The air struck the floor with such force it had pushed ears of grime away like a power washer.

Bryson immediately struck Recco’s shoulder before he could turn. He swung again, another cracking swipe. Although Bryson dodged it, he still looked like he had been hit, bouncing back a few feet.

“It’s not every day you get to watch a fight between two third classers.” Fanreek stroked his chin in interest.

“Third classers?” My eyebrows rose as I considered the power structure of this world.

“Low-level ones…” Fanreek murmured, “Isaac’s boy only just reached third class. He’s probably at 61. Recco’s a tougher opponent. He’s got around level 70.”

I twisted my lips. These weren’t even as strong as it goes! These were men slightly more powerful than a standard soldier. Perhaps in the army, they might have been lieutenants. One looked to be an Adventurer, while the other was an other worlder. How long ago had he come to this world? Was it the same time I did? If it was, he was leveling far faster than me.

“What is master’s level?” I asked curiously.

Fanreek coughed. “Don’t you know it’s impolite to ask your master their level?”

“Mm…” I made a noncommittal comment. “I’m just curious how people compare.”

Fanreek gave a sigh. “If you’re curious. You have Analysis. Why don’t you do it?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that considered rude? Especially for a slave…”

“It’s impolite for friends and allies to Analyze each other, true. but your opponents in a tavern hardly counts!”

I nod, curiously using my Examine on Recco, Bryson, and then Isaac in turn.

“85!” I let out a surprised noise as I saw Isaac’s status appear before my vision.

Neither Recco nor Bryson seemed to notice me as they fought. Bryson still dodged wildly, taking several stabs at Recco, while Recco was becoming more cocky, swinging wide hits that failed to hit the sprier man. However, Isacc turned to me and gave a mischievous grin as if he was well aware I had peeped. Fanreek only rolled his eyes.

“That old man is an abnormality. He’s got about 10 levels on me, but if we were in a fight I could hold my own.” Fanreek explained. “So, what about the other two men?”

“Recco is as you said, a level 70. He likes it when women demean him and likes to be peed on.”

“What was that last part?”

“Nothing, Master. Bryson… I can’t tell. His information is false.”

“Hmm… well… he must have some kind of means of protecting his identity. Fortunately, a man like me can see right through him. He’s Bryson, a level 61 swordmaster.”

“Of course, Master.”

I nodded and agreed with Fanreek, although my eye was twitching slightly. I saw the same information that Fanreek saw. A 22-year-old boy named Bryson with 15 skills, a third rank swordmaster. Presumably, his first rank was a warrior and his second was a swordsman. However, next to every piece of information in my vision was the word “fake”. Was it because my examine was high level? Or was it because I developed a Manipulation Art? Whoever this boy was, he wasn’t as simple as Fanreek suggested. I was deeply curious about him.

The crowd was starting to get restless. The last two minutes had been Bryson dancing around and Recco swinging wildly. This wasn’t the crash of titans most of the spectators had been hoping for. However, between the two of them, it was clear Recco was becoming the most annoyed. He was breathing hard. If the fight continued this way, it would be Bryson’s win. Maybe Bryson was waiting for his defense to wear out. Either way, I was a little disappointed. This was hardly the hero-like victory I was expecting.

“Come on! Is this all you have? So, much for some great hero…” Recco tried to tease Bryson, trying to force him to make a mistake. “Aren’t you really pathetic?”

The warrior Bryson stopped for a second and looked back at his Master. Isaac’s grin grew and he shot out a thumbs up. The warrior nodded and turned back to Recco. Recco straightened his legs and raised his weapon, now becoming wary for whatever move Bryson was preparing to take. Bryson leaped out at Recco. If his movements before we fast, his movements now were something I couldn’t even see. It was clear Recco was being struck by the sword, but it was also clear that he couldn’t see how. His body just kept making thumping noises and he kept being pushed back.

The man quickly grew enraged at being struck over and over again with movements so fast he could barely see them, even if those movements couldn’t get past his defense. He made a swing with his sword. Suddenly, Bryson’s attacks shifted, and all of his efforts hit Recco’s hand. Recco resisted for a moment, but within that moment, Bryson had smacked each of his fingers. And final hit on the back of his hand and his sword fell to the floor. Bryson kicked it away before Recco could bend over and recover it.

This further enraged Recco, whose face turned completely red with frustration. While it was true Bryson had struck him nearly a hundred times now, he faced very little damage. However, from the beginning, this still had felt like a one-sided fight. Now that he was disarmed, it was shown that outside of this special skill of his, he really had nothing on Bryson. Some men might have surrendered at that point, by Recco dug in his heels and lunged forward. Choosing to completely ignore Bryson’s attacks, he went to grab Bryson, trying to pin him down.

With the reasoning that as soon as Recco had an arm on Bryson, Bryson would be able to dodge him any more, he lunged forward. Bryson quickly ran out of retreated space and a moment later was pinned to the ground. This was the moment that everyone was waiting for. There was cheering as Recco mounted Bryson, raising his fist to start punching. Now that Bryson was on the ground, there was no means for him to defend himself from Recco’s brutal offense. His advantage was clearly agility, and with that restrained, Bryson, the hero, had nothing left.

He threw his fist down, a hit directly into Bryson’s masked face. It might have not been the brightest hit from a fighting method, but if he smashed Bryson’s helmet off, it’d have been a more impressive victory for himself. It was Recco’s way of vindicating himself after the embarrassing display earlier. His fist traveled down as Bryson desperately lifted a hand to block. As the two met, everyone assumed Bryson’s delicate hand would break. However, a second later, Recco’s fist stopped dead in Bryson’s palm.

It was only at this moment I could see a slight green tinge around Bryson’s hand. He had activated some kind of special skill. Recco, after getting over the shock of his hand stopping, started pushing down, trying to force Bryson to give. However, even as veins began to pop from his neck, Bryson’s hand remained perfectly steady, not giving even an inch. Bryson pushed, and the force of it shoved Recco off of him. Recco was still an experienced adventurer and immediately rolled, ending up back on his feet just as Bryson stood up.

“You bastard!” Recco growled angrily.

Bryson shook his head, looking down at his glowing hand as he opened and closed his fingers. “I still needed to use a special skill in the end.”

It was the first time I had heard the man speak. His voice sounded like a blend of masculinity and silk. It was a voice that could easily cause women to swoon over him.

“You think this is over?” Recco cursed, reaching out.

There was another flash, and an ethereal Warhammer appeared in his grip. Unlike the wooden swords, this thing looked very deadly. A few men made shouts of surprise and backed up, while other caught in bloodlust shouted excitedly, waiting for blood to be drawn. Recco immediately slammed the war hammer down, intending to crush Bryson in a single strike.

Bryson’s hand was still glowing, and he instantly covered the distance to Recco, avoiding his long reaching war hammer and striking very close. As soon as the green glowing hand struck Recco in the stomach, the green dispersed, looking like it went into Recco’s body. The Warhammer in his hand exploded like glass, disappearing into light particles. Recco himself went flying back, slamming into the bar counter. Had he been a smaller man, this might have broken his back.

Instead, Recco collapsed in a heap on the floor, his eyes already closed as he fell into unconsciousness. The crowd remained silent, staring in wonder as the escalating fight was finished in seemingly an instant. Bryson reached up with one hand, pulling off his helmet. The person under the helmet shook out his long blonde hair. He had blue eyes, pale skin, and delicate features. He looked like an immaculate beauty. No… he looked like a hero.

The crowds burst into a roar! Many men started shouting out for the hero. The room exploded in chaos. However, I barely noticed any of it. As soon as I laid eyes on him, my heart starting beating rapidly. Looking at Bryson, I felt something that I never expected I’d feel again. My skin felt on fire, my lungs couldn’t get enough breath, and my body felt floaty. In that exact moment, I realized that I was in love at first sight.

Bryson suddenly shivered. He had the sudden impression that someone dangerous was eyeing him. It was the feeling he’d have had if his most hated enemy had seen him in the crowd, locked on, and planned to stop at nothing to kill him. It was the feeling of a predator finding him as its prey, and it was currently stalking from the bushes waiting to strike. However, no matter how much he looked around, he felt no killing intent nor murderous auras. What demon assassin could lock on to a target while emitting no killing intent? Bryson didn’t know, and as truth would tell, it’d be better if he never found out.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 257

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You pull up a telescope and glance through it to observe the objects in the distance. The enemies appear to be coming closer.

“What do you see, hero?” Ariel asks anxiously.

“Tits.” You respond.

“Eh?” Aurora speaks up. “Is the euphemism for something?”

“Tits is tits! I see tits! Boobies. Hooters, Bouncy Bongos!” You declare.

“My lord isn’t being facetious.” Mushu pipped in, “My dragon sight can see them, winged female beasts are approaching from the rear.”

“Beasts?” You mutter, “They look like hot naked bitches with wings? Why are they our enemy? I say I give them a greeting with my penis.”

Mushu gives a wry smile. “I wouldn’t recommend that, My lord, these beasts are a monster known as a harpy!”

“A harpy!” Merida cries out. “I’ve never fought a harpy before. Are they as dangerous as the people say?”

“Harpies? Aren’t they the ugly horned girls with disturbing tits? These women all look hot and perfectly fuckable,” You mutter.

“You don’t get it, daddy, that’s how these beasts work. They look like angels, but they’re really devils. Men struggle to fight or attack them. Some even try to capture or violate them… that’s when the harpy’s swarm and kill. There outer appearance is a rouse there to get you into a false sense of security. They’re basically the sirens of the sky.”

“Plus, their boobs are fake.” Mulan adds, landing and returning to her human form.

“What are you doing back here? We’re still being chased!” You demand.

“Ah! Master, this great one tried, but the Harpy’s are impervious to fire!”


“Oh… well why don’t you ask STEVE to fight them?” Mulan shouts back.

“Who?” You give Mulan a confused look.

“What, Steve? Wore an eyepatch. Had three children. Died tragically?” Mulan growls.

“I legitimately have no clue what you’re talking about right now.” You shake your head before turning to the girl next to you. “Ariel?”

“I think Mulan must have been struck with some mind magic.”


“Mushu! Take Mulan below and treat her illness.”

“Yes, my lord, I’ll take her below and rape her repeatedly.” Mushu bows.

“What! That’s not what he commanded at all.” Mulan cries out.

“Poor girl.” Mushu looks teary eyed. “Her mind is such a mess. This will require additional rapings until her mind improves.”

“Stop! Master! You’re hearing this right? This one’s not crazy! Stop touching that! Save me!” The door slams, cutting off Mulan’s desperate cries.

You shake your head. “Well, the dragons are out, what else we got?”

“Daddy, these harpy’s are nefarious. They’re not particularly strong, but they’re tenacious. They are almost invulnerable to all attacks.”

“Every attack!” Your eyes widen.

“Every one!”

“Even piercing?”





“Aren’t you just saying the same thing!?”

“What about penetration?”

“Daddy! Be serious! The only thing that can harm a harpy is water.”

“Eh? Water, is that it?”

“Yes, if the harpies get any liquid on them, they lose the ability to fly and will go crashing down. It’s the easiest way to stop them!”

“Very well, let’s bring out the water. It’s time to hose these hoes.”

“Unfortunately, hero-san, we didn’t pack any water.” Aurora shrugged.

“What? How do we quench our thirst then?”

“Well, we have barrels of milk.”

“Milk? Then… I guess we’ll have to use-“

“No! Hero, you can’t… if you take our milk, how will we take milkbaths?” Ariel asks tearfully. “What about the milk wrestling I had planned later? How will the little ones like Jasmine, Mulan, and Maleficant grow big boobs if they aren’t given their milk injection? Think of the boobs, won’t someone think of the boobs?”

Your hand tightens for a second and you look away as emotion overtakes you while listening to Ariel’s heartfelt pleas, causing you to release a single tear down your cheek. “Damn it, Ariel… you’re right, we can’t waste that milk. Shit… then how do we defeat these harpy bitches?”

“We’d need some kind of source of liquid, hopefully using a mechanism that ejects it at a high speed!” Aurora explains. “But whoever was handling such a weapon, they’d need to be one hell of an aim. They’re wicked fast, young, virgin, and quite frisky.”

You nod, understanding what you must do. This is your moment. You’ve been in another world for three months now, and it’s all been building up to this final confrontation. Thousands of naked winged women are flying toward your ship. Your harem is completely at risk. It’s up to you now to win the day. You pull out your weapon.

“Turn the ship around! Sail into them dead on. I will smite these bitches with my weapon!”

“It’s his penis… he’s talking about his penis!” Ariel explains.

“Shhh… we know, daughter!” Aurora strokes her daughter’s head, who smiles excitedly.

“Hello, ladies…” You declare, standing on the bow of the airship. “I’m cumming for you.”

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Super H and His Six Vixens

This is an idea cooked up by Zumbie and me. I wrote a chapter as a sort of pilot. If the series ran it’s course, the idea is 10 chapters a volume, max of 7 volumes at about the following chapter length or shorter. If we decide to go with it, this will “probably” not be released until one of my current novels is over. Then again, with enough Patreon money, anything is possible. 😉 Either way, let me know your thoughts. How does this rank with my other novels. Would you rather see this?

Synopsis: Henry one day started to develop superpowers, eventually becoming known as the superhero, Super H. However, a year later, his powers started to fail, and worse, his life may soon follow! However, there may be a way to save him. He can feel six sources of power, and if he can tap into them, he can recover his abilities. However, these sources turn out to be six beautiful yet trouble women. The only way he can regain his power? By making them fall in love and giving themselves to him completely! This story chronicles Henry Thickwood, otherwise known as Super H, as he conquers six unique women using everything in his power like his life depended on it, because it actually might!


“Come back to bed, Super H.” She purred, patting the open bed next to her. “Show me some of that super stamina.”

Adjusting the black mask over his eyes, Super H continued to look out over the dark landscape while giving a chuckle. “I wish super stamina was one of my abilities, but alas, I’m but a man.”

“I’ll say…” Her eyes sparkled as she lowered the blanket, exposing the pale skin of her beautiful bosom. “Is there no way I can tempt my hero back to bed?”

Super H chuckled. “Like I said when I helped you change your flat tire. I don’t need thanks. I won’t accept your body for appreciation.”

The beautiful woman’s lip lowered in a pout. “Ah… then how will you accept my body.”

Super H’s lip rose in a smirk and a dark light flashed in his eye. His body flashed, and a second later he was on the bed. The girl let out a shriek followed by laughter as he pushed her down on the bed.

“I’ll only take your body for my own satisfaction!” Super H grinned darkly.

“Mm!” The girl put her hands up, surrendering to his machinations.

His hands pinched and played with her breasts gratuitously as he kissed her pale skin, leaving little red marks wherever he attacked her. Soon, he had tossed the covers away, pushing himself back inside her. This was already the third time that night, and so she was already wet and loose. His cock rammed into her in strong piston movements as he touched her all over, enjoying the woman as he would a toy. When he finally came in her, she let out a cry of satisfaction before the pair collapsed in a heap on the bed.

Sometime later, the girl looked over at the masked man next to her. “Super H, you truly are super…”

“Hmmm…” He gave a nonchalant answer like he hasn’t heard that or words like it a million times already!

“If… you don’t save people for appreciation, why do you save people?” She asked cautiously.

Super H glanced over at her in surprise. This wasn’t a question he was asked often. He knew the answer in his heart, but it wasn’t something he had to voice very often.

“Be-cause… I can?” Super H suggested, but when he saw she wasn’t pleased with that answer he continued. “It too is for my own satisfaction. If I didn’t save people… if I let them die when I knew I could help them… I’d feel bad.”

“Really?” the woman snorted.

Super H sighed, a small smile on his face. “Really.”

He wasn’t someone who grew up with powers. In fact, until last year, he was just a 22-year-old fresh out of college graduate named Henry. He had a liberal arts degree and when he couldn’t find a job he ended up working construction. It was only then that his body started to change. He found himself able to lift things far heavier than any of the other men. He could be balanced on high beams without feeling any pressure from the wind. He could pick up flooring that would take three men. It was when he got into an accident that should have killed him that he learned the truth. He truly was different.

Power was a burden though. He never asked to be able to deflect bullets. He reluctantly began to fight crime. Not because he wanted to. Not because it was his calling. He only did it because he liked the feeling of being appreciated. He only did it because he felt guilty seeing people hurt.

However, even though his rescues started out small, he soon grew a reputation. In the end, he was named Super H by the dumbest reporter in the city. He had been on a speed date when he heard her cry out for him. The speed dates had the men wear masks to seem anonymous. He heard her screaming and he went to save her with the mask still on. He ripped off his sticker name tag, but in a rush, he didn’t manage to rip off all of it.

My name is “H”, was left when he flew up a building and caught a news reporter who was falling to her death. She wasn’t even in any danger initially. She thought it’d be a cooler shot if she stood on the edge of the building. Then she lost her footing and fell off. A complete idiot. The next idiot thing was the day after she reported finding the city’s first real superhero, Super H… When that idiot was asked what the H stood for, she straightened her back and on local television declared unabashedly that it stood for hero. That’s right! A superhero named Super Hero. Super H’s eye twitched just thinking about her.

“Are you thinking about her?” The woman asked mischievously.

Super H immediately broke into a cough, looking away to hide the shocked look on his face. How could she possibly know his thoughts? For a second, he was worried about thinking out loud.

“Olivia Thickwood, on the scene news lady… everyone knows you fancy her.” The beautiful, naked woman next to Super H sounded jealous.

“Knows my ass!” Super H snapped. “Tha-tha-that… idiot… is not a girl I fancy!”

The woman’s eyes widened for a moment, and then she chuckled softly. “Oh really? Then why do you save her so much? That girl has been in so many accidents that you’d swear God has a thing against her, but every time you swoop in the nick of time. Remember the last New Year’s Parade?”

“I’d rather forget it.”

“She was just acting out a part in the parade. The evil villain, the tax goblin, was about to slash her deductibles and then you flew…” She started laughing. “You flew down and lifted her away! At the time, everyone just thought it was part of the parade, but if you look through the tape you can see the exact moment you realized you screwed up!”


“Oh… don’t give me that look. I liked seeing that. It made you… like us. Human.” The woman said affectionately.

Super H gave a wry smile. “I am human.”

“Olivia Thickwood says you’re an alien from Dimension X who…”

“That was purely conjecture! I will not confirm or deny that!” Super H cries, leaving the girl to giggle some more before he suddenly leaped on her one more time. “Do you know what I think?”

“Hmmm? What does Super H think?” The girl’s eyes brighten.

“I think the girl I’m on top of right now is not Olivia, but you. And I think, your body is looking like it can use more Super H.”

“Oh, you do, do you?” Her wet, red lips pursed in a cute look, her eyes bright and teasing.

“So, rather than talking about stupid reporters, maybe we should be fu-“

“Aiiiii! Super H! Super H! Aiiii! I’m in trouble! Rape! Rape! No, they say shout fire. Fire! Fire!”

Super H stopped an inch from kissing the beautiful woman when the words blast into his ear. His eyes rolled and he lifted his head up.


“I have something to do. Real quick. I’ll be right back.” Super H flashed off of her body, appearing near the window in his entire garb once again.

He wore the face mask and a modified tuxedo with a long black sports coat that went to his knees with an attached hoodie around his neck.

The girl’s eyes instantly narrow. “It’s her, isn’t it?”

“Geh!” Super H grimaced, unable to deny the reality that it was, in fact, the annoying reporter Olivia.

“Hmm… she’s probably not in any danger that she didn’t earn on her own.” The woman sniffed. “I’ll tell you what. If you’re not really in love with this Olivia woman, then you don’t need to rescue her. Let her suffer her own consequences. Come back to bed with me, and enjoy my company. Aren’t I better than her?”

“You are…” Super H said temptingly. “But it’s not that simple. It’ll be just a moment…”

“If you leave, I’ll be gone before you return.” The woman lifted her chin. “A woman has her pride. It’s either her or me.”

Super H took a step toward the beautiful woman, but a second later he sighed and lowered his head. His body blurred and a moment later the woman was in the room alone. She gave a sorrowful smile as she got up and dressed. Shaking her head and laughing, she left the little hotel room.

“Hello, sweetie. I think I saw you on TV. How about you give me and the fellas a taste.” A man brandishing a knife grinned as a cute woman backed up until her back hit the wall.

“I don’t want any trouble!” The woman cried out.

Six men were around her, moving in closer and closer while chuckling to each other. “Don’t want trouble? Aren’t you the one wondering around this bad neighborhood at night while wearing that!”

The woman was indeed dressed very proactively. Her clothing was not something a reputable woman would be seen in. She wore a ton of makeup, and her bare legs were completely exposed. If anyone saw her walking by, their immediate assumption would be that she’s a prostitute.

“You were propositioning my men, we were talking numbers.” The guy who looked in charge said. “Suddenly, you say you’re not interested. How do you expect my men to act? We don’t like cockteases.”

“That’s… naturally, I was u-undercover. I was undercover!” The girl declared.

“Undercover? A cop? I was gonna let my boys take turns fucking you until we got our money’s worth.” the man growled. “But if you a cop, I won’t touch that. Better off just to kill you now and cut our chances.”

“N-n-no!” The girl shook her head. “Not cop! I’m a reporter! A reporter! Three prostitutes have gone missing from this area of town in the last week! D-do you have any comment?”

The six guys started laughing, and the guy on the left took a step forward. “Oh, you a reporter. I ain’t ever had one of those. I have a comment, but you’ll have to… eh… earn it on your knees.”

“Eh… I’m… I’m not a prostitute! I’m Olivia, a reporter for WXYN7.”

“You say that like we care-“the man was stopped when the leader slapped his chest, stopping in his tracks.

“Yo… what name was that again?”

The girl straightened her back. “Olivia Thickwood, I’m a reporter for-“

The man put his hand to his mouth, taking a step back. “Oh, shit! Dude, that’s Super H’s girl. Everyone knows he plowing that strange!”

“Super H?” The other man looked around nervously. “You don’t think he’ll be angry, do you?”

“A little bit, maybe…” A voice cut from behind the six men, causing them to all spin.

“Super H!” Olivia cried out. “My hero!”


“Yo… Super H… man… I’m a fan…” the gangster started backing up. “Look, we-we didn’t know she was your girl man…”

Twitch. Twitch.

“I’m sorry, Super H. Had I known this was your pussy I’d have left it alone. You take your girl. We don’t want no trouble.”

“Ah! His girl! That’s not…” Olivia put her hands on her cheeks blushing. “Well, we sort of… kinda. I mean… I’m basically his girlfriend when you think about it.”

Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.

“So… man… I mean… we cool?”

“We cool…” Super H said tightly.




Of course, these six men thought Super H was pissed over them attacking Oliva. Rather, he was pissed because they interrupted a perfectly wonderful night with a sexy woman. She had a really great body and she was really easy! Now, he had to come out here in the middle of the night to rescue this idiot once again. These men cuckolded Super H, and vengeance is his.

The men, of course, tried to fight back, but a single swing sent each man flying into a bin. Within fifteen seconds, all six men had been sent flying, and Super H hadn’t even worked up a sweat.

“Oh, my hero!” Olivia flew at Super H.

He put out a hand, keeping her at arm’s length away. “What the hell are you doing out here at night. And dressed like that!”

“I’m sorry, Super H.” Olivia bows. “Someone has been killing prostitutes! I needed to get to the bottom of this!”

“By dressing up as a prostitute and going to the place where prostitutes are being murdered without telling anyone?”

“To find the murderer… I must think like the murderer.” She declared.

Super H slapped his face. “So, you pretended to be the murderer’s victims?”

“Eh?” Super H could almost see the mindless question mark over this dumb woman’s head.

Short, flat chested, 22-year-old Olivia Thickwood, a local reporter and more trouble than she was worth. She was pretty, with long blond hair, green eyes, and while her body wasn’t voluptuous, it was youthful. However, as soon as she talked, you’d want to stab your ears out.

“I’m going to take you back to your folks.”

“What? No! I don’t want to go there. Take me to my brothers.”

“Your brother?” Super H asked wryly.

“Yeah! He usually keeps some money in the jar on the fridge, that’ll keep me fed for a week! Ah, where are you going!”

Super H turned around with his head lowered, walking away from the annoying woman he just rescued.

“You shouldn’t take advantage of your brother like that.” Super H admonished her.

“Ah… well… sorry… I made you mad…” She looked genuinely depressed. “Henry’s just… he’s the only family I have in the city. And he’s always there…”

“…” Super H sighed… his angry slightly subsiding.

That’s right, Henry Thickwood, otherwise known as Super H, is the brother of this stupid… stupid girl.

“Ah… earlier, about what those gang people were saying. I know you’re not my boyfriend.” Olivia suddenly said, touching her fingers together. “I mean if you’re interested… I-I’ve never been with a guy before… I mean to say… we can take things slow. You can take me out to dinner. Maybe ten or so times, and then… after marriage… we can… guh!”

Super H flicked her forehead. This instantly caused Olivia’s eyes to roll up in her head and pass out. He caught her in his arms. Whether knocking his sister unconscious so many times might be part of the reason she had turned out so dumb… well, she was dumb before he had superpowers.

He picked her up, but just as he was preparing to fly away, a wave of nausea got him. He fell down to his knee, almost dropping Olivia to the ground. Coughing violently, blood splattered across the pavement. His eyes widened as a wave of weakness struck him. He looked up at the sky and shook his head. There was no way he could fly with Olivia in his arms. After changing clothes, he called a taxi.

The trip home was silent with the unconscious Olivia by his side. However, he had a frown on his face. He’d only had his powers for a year, and just recently they started acting up. This worried him greatly. However, the thing that worried him more than that was that he started to feel… something he needed. He couldn’t describe it clearly, it just felt like an itch in the back of his throat, except there were six of them now. Six things that he instinctually knew were related to his power. He couldn’t tell anything about them except for one thing. One of them was coming closer.

The Power of Creation – Chapter 256

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“Ah… this has been a very peaceful journey…” Mulan sighs, leaning back in a fold out recliner that you have no clue where she got.

“Damn it, Mulan!” You curse. “Don’t you know when you say that, you’re setting off a flag?”

“A f-flag! What’s a flag?”

“It’s a flag, Mulan!” Megara interrupts angrily. “It’s like when you say things are fine, it’s a sign things are going to shit!”

“She’s right…” an old man suddenly came out from the deck below. “These airs be a dangerous place to be spreading flags, arrrr….”

He had a wood leg, a beard, and a scar across his eye, covered with an eyepatch. He stomped up near Megara and Mulan cautiously.

“Who the hell is this guy?” Mulan asks.

“You don’t know Steve?” I ask, “Steve’s been with us since the beginning!”

“You’re screwing with me, right!”

“It’s okay… I get that a lot… arrr….” Steve looks disappointed that Mulan doesn’t seem to recognize him.

“What’s happening up here?” Mushu asks.

“Mulan doesn’t know Steve…” you explain.

“Mulan! You don’t know Steve? But Steve’s a great guy!”

“Arrr… thank you Ms. Mushu… I try to be a kind gentlemen.” He takes off his hat and blushes while scratching his straggly beard.

“Hey, guys, I heard Steve’s up here!” Ariel bounces out of a cabin. “Oh, Steve! I wanted to talk to you about some private matters!”

“Wha—ah— I can’t even…” Mulan lowers her head in a pout as everyone shoots Steve affectionate looks.

“Before he goes, Wh-what do you mean?” Megara takes the bait. “I mean, about it being a dangerous place.”

“Arrr…. I feel it in my bones. The area we’re flying now, it be dangerous. We be sailing over Pony Mountain.”

“Well that doesn’t sound so bad…”

“Well, don’t let the name fool ya, not every dangerous peak be named Death Mountain.”


“It just leaves me feeling worried.” Steve continued. “At least, I take solace in the fact that I’m one week away from retirement.”

“Oh, you didn’t mention that!” Ariel says eagerly. “We should throw Steve a party!”

“Yeah! Let’s do that!” the girls all agree excitedly.

“Seriously, who is this guy?” Mulan cries.

“Arrrr… thank you kindly. Could I invite my wife and children? I don’t get to see them very often and my wife’s been sick lately.”

“How are the family anyway?” You ask.

“Ah, the little one says he wants to be just like his old man when he grows up and my daughter is growing into a real beauty. My wife is pregnant too, even though she’s been ill. I hope to be home before he’s born so I can tell him how much I like living.”

“Uh… guys… isn’t this one of those flags you’re talking about?” Mulan asks.

“Quiet, Mulan, you don’t even know Steve!” You admonish the dragon. “Anyway, I’m glad to hear your wife is pregnant. A family of four, that’s got to be pricey.”

“Arr… you said it, I struggle to feed them every day. However, my wife runs the orphanage, so we cut back to donate to the starving orphans, naturally we make due with less so they can have something as well.”

“Ah… Steve, that’s so sweet.” Ariel smiles.

“You know, since I’m paying you, I guess I could give your retirement pension a raise.” You nod.

“Oh! Bless you sir! I could really use it! This will mean my family can live a better life. As long as I don’t suddenly die, I’m sure I can provide for my family for years to come. Of course, if I died now, they’d certainly fall into destitution. My wife might even be forced to sell her body for ends meet. It’d be horrible. Man, I love living.”

“Guys… I’m getting a bad feeling here…”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re so spry and healthy.”

“Of course! Now, if you all don’t mind, I found a kitten that snuck aboard without its mother. I’d like to offer it a portion of my milk supply. Although I have osteoporosis, and could use the calcium, this old man’s heart would break if that kitten was left to starve.”

“Oh, well, good luck, Steve!” You wave as Steve limps away, moving precariously near the edge of the ship.

“Seriously, guys, am I the only one who sees this?” Mulan demands.

“Damn it, Mulan. What is your problem with Steve? That man is a national treasure.” You wipe a tear from your eye. “He taught me everything I know. Besides, this ship is well protected. No harm could possibly come to anyone on it! I mean, I don’t mean to brag, and maybe I was a little tight on the lifeboats, but I’ll go down as say this ship is unsinkab-“


Everyone turns to see Steve standing there, an arrow pierced though his chest. He looks over at you as blood drips out of his mouth.

“I’ll… be fine… sir…”

Three more arrows hit him in rapid succession. Then Steve turns and falls off the edge of the ship.

“No! Steeeeeve! I really liked that guy!” you cry, running over to the edge of the ship.

“Not Steve!” Ariel cries, following you with the other girls in tow.

“Wait, can’t you just turn back time and bring him back!” Mulan asks.

“Shhh!” You put a finger over her mouth. “It’s too soon…”

“What does that even mean?”

“Stop, Mulan. He would have wanted it this way…” Mushu cries, turning away tearfully.

“What? Wasn’t he just talking about how much he wanted to live?”

“It’s because you don’t know Steve like we do!” Even Ariel snapped, before turning and crying on your shoulder.

Every one gives the clueless Mulan who can’t read the situation dark looks until she puts down her head and feels like crying herself.

“I’m just going to go hide in my room…” Mulan whines.

“No time! We’re under attack. Go, man the defenses!” You point to the bow of the ship.

“Everyone, we must fight… for STEVE!”

“For Steve!”

“Mother Fuc-“ the last part of her sentence is lost as she leaps off the ship and turns into a dragon, her words ending in a roar.

Immediately, she opens her mouth and a cone of fire covering the entire side of the ship bursts forth towards your enemies.

“Wow… she really did care about Steve after all.” Ariel watches wonderingly while the other girls nod.

Had Mulan heard this, naturally she would have been spitting blood, not fire.

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The World of Women – Chapter 28

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“I kept a pair of your underwear, you know?” I suddenly said.

“Eh? Wh-what!?” Faeri moved in a cute flustered way.

It was a few days later, and the rescue hadn’t come. Faeri had stopped by again for sex. Every day she’d come. This time she rode on top of me on the mattress.  I suspected one of the only reasons I had been given a mattress was so that Faeri didn’t do it on the floor anymore. Like every other time, Faeri had turned out the lights. Given how lewd she was, I was a little surprised that she was so shy. However, I knew girls in the past who’d only get naked in the dark. Faeri just happened to be one.

Our first time could be called an anomaly. We had both been clothed and it was done in her desperation and my confusion. That was the old Tinya. Faeri, on the other hand, was a mischievous and cute girl. I never forgot that she had put us in this situation, but for some reason, I felt comfortable lying next to her naked. Strangely, the fact that Hannah was nearby started to be more of a comfort than a distress. Of course, she listened in on our fornication, but she remained quiet while we did stuff and wouldn’t admit to me if she touched herself again.

“The first time we had sex, Tin, in the mansion… you left your panties behind. I kept them.”

“What? Oh… she’s dead. Just call me Faeri,” Faeri turned her head and looked pouty, after a moment adding. “You shouldn’t do things like that.”

“Oh? And why not? They’re proof that I took you, and you’re mine.”

“Ah!” Faeri grew even more flustered when I grabbed her and kissed her again.

Her hickey on her shoulder was only now starting to turn purple. It was still a big ugly bruise. When I finally lied back after squeezing her for a bit and making her even more flustered, my expression turned serious.

“What did you mean when you said you came from another world?” I asked seriously, my voice lower so Hannah couldn’t hear.

Faeri looked at me for a moment before turning away, speaking just as quietly. “It’s a secret…”

I got up on my knees, looking over Faeri as she tried to avoid my looks, “A world where men and women are born equally?”

Faeri shot me a look, her eyes widening in surprise. I immediately laughed in relief.

“I knew it! You’re from another world, like me…” I sighed, pulling my head back. “It was the day we had sex… a bit over a year ago. That’s when my memory came back, my memories of home. Of a world completely different than this one. A world without demon lords, where men and women were equal. I didn’t ever think I’d find someone like me.”

“You’re… from another world…” Faeri’s words came out slowly, “Like me?”

I nodded excitedly. “I’ve felt so alone since I’ve been here. Mom… um… Morgan… she keeps me stuck in the Mansion all day. Every day, all day… it’s all I see. Maybe if I had grown up that way I’d be used to it, but for someone from another world it’s like a cage, you know? It’s probably some of the reason I started a sexual relationship with her… I just… I had nothing, right?”

Faeri reached and grabbed my arm, squeezing it for a second. Her eyes growing teary with complex emotions. Her entire body was shaking. I didn’t know if it was from shock or excitement.

“I… didn’t know… if I knew…” Faeri shook her head as her mind was muddled.

“You don’t need to apologize,” I turned away. “I understand why you did what you did. This world must be maddening. You know, guys from my world fantasize about this kind of thing. Women everywhere. It’s the dream… but I hate it here. I hate the way women look at me. I hate the way people use me. I hate how freaking broken this world is. This place is a prison. I guess that’s why I’m so calm given the situation. I traded one prison for another. The other world wasn’t much better, but it was still better than this.”

“This…is a prison?” Faeri suddenly sat up, looking away from me.

“Yeah, what did you think this was? Did you think I’d be happy in your cell? Did you think I’d be happy without my family?”

“Mo-morgan?” Faeri asked, her voice cold.

“Hannah too…”

Faeri’s eyes flashed, turning to the door.

“B-but… us… the love…”

Faeri’s expression was strangely hurt. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She was truly a crazy woman.

“What? Did you think just hearing my sister’s voice is enough? Every day you come here, that Hannah has to hear us… it hurts me.” My face turned incredulous as I stared at Faeri. “How could you think what we have… is anything…”

Faeri silently stood and started redressing. I watched her wonderingly as she seemed to not be meeting my eyes. Nothing I said should have been a surprise to her. Should I have just lied? Maybe that was it. Faeri surrounded herself in lies. Her brother had rejected her, so now she sought to make me her new brother. She just pretended I wasn’t locked in a cell. She pretended she wasn’t keeping my sister hostage. All of this was just to convince herself that she was loved. It was pitiful, but I couldn’t bring myself to back off on what I said.

“Faeri?” I asked, feeling my heart beat strangely.

Faeri didn’t answer as she finished getting dressed. However, when she reached the door, she stopped and looked back.

“You’re not alone… anymore. I… I’ll… free you from this prison. I’m… I’ll fix this…”

I frowned as she opened the door and walked off. I could hear her footsteps resound down the hallway. That was a weird comment. I didn’t really understand what she meant. The light turned back on and I blinked a few times to the new light.

“Brother, catch!” Hannah’s face was red, turning away from her door instantly as she hid back under her blanket.

I panicked and immediately stuck out my arms, barely catching the thing that my sister had suddenly thrown at me from across the hall. Was it some way to escape? Had she worked something out? I quickly brought the thing into the cell with me. It was some kind of cloth. Was it a map?

I unfolded it and looked to see a thin pink thing in my hands with a little bow on the front. They were, without any question of a doubt, Hannah’s panties.

“Ha-Hannah?” I called out, looking at the girl across the hallway.

“I-I haven’t been able to change underwear in four days. Th-they’re a bit ripe. I-is that preferable for Brother?”


Hannah had thrown me her panties. No, she had thrown me her only panties. That meant that Hannah… absolutely wasn’t wearing panties right now! I carefully folded the panties and put them in my pocket. What? If I tried to throw them back, there was a chance I’d miss and then no one would have panties. Since that was my concern, naturally I would hold on to them until I could hand them back in person. There was nothing perverted about this at all!

Rather, I went back to sit down on the bed. Time passed by slowly. The food still came as usual, but after 24 hours, Faeri hadn’t returned. I was starting to grow impatient. Hannah has said practically nothing. She just remained hidden in her blankets, and only occasionally answered me when I called for her.

It was starting to grow dark on our sixth night when the door to my cell suddenly opened. I was just starting to drift off to sleep when I was suddenly jarred awake. It wasn’t just because Faeri had shown up, but because she wasn’t the only one. There were about six other girls as well. They didn’t wear masks like Faeri, so I could see their faces. At least half of them looked to be black or Latino. All of the girls looked like rough women, although they ranged from pretty to smoking hot. Interestingly enough, there were no ugly girls present.

“What? What’s going on?” I asked.

Faeri moved up to me. “Come along, Clyburn. It’s time for the test I promised you.”

“Test?” I went through my brain, trying to think of what Faeri meant.

Finally, I remembered she had mentioned a test on what I’d do for Hannah. Hadn’t she already been testing me? Over the last week, she had fucked me in Hannah’s presence nearly every day. I can’t imagine any test more brutal than that. However, my relationship with Hannah was still strong. Maybe, they were going to make it worst.

“Brother!” Hannah grabbed my arm as the pair of us were pulled out of the cells and marched down the hall next to each other.

“It’s okay, Hannah.” I tried to reassure her, even though I had no clue what was happening either.

I tried to relate what I had said to Faeri about being from another world to what was happening now, and nothing came to mind. I was completely lost as to what Faeri wanted.

We ended up being escorted into a large warehouse-like room. There were at least thirty women present. It was noisy, like an arena. They were all watching the pair of us escorted out. It was like one of those movies where the gang members are holding a meeting right before the hero jumps in and fights the boss. It immediately made my skin crawl.

“Faeri… what’s going on?” I demanded.

“I said, a test.”

“What do I get if I pass?” I asked.

She gave me a dark smile before turning away. She walked up on a small stage which held a fold-out chair and then sat on it. Meanwhile, many of the other girls were crying out. Most of what they shouted was unintelligible, but a few things were quite obscene.

“Give it to her!”

“Crunch that pussy!”

“Ahhh… brother!” My eyes shot to my sister, who was being pulled away by three women.

I immediately moved to follow her, but someone kicked me in the back of the knee, causing me to fall onto the concrete hard. I tried to stand up, but I felt three women push down on me, keeping me from moving. For not the first time, I found myself wishing I had worked out more. Women in this world were not particularly stronger than women in my previous world. It was my own lack of initiative that kept me from making use of my testosterone and growing some muscles.

Thus, I could only watch on helpless as my sister was dragged over to a bed. She was immediately tied to the bed, her arm and her feet to each of the bedposts until she was straddled across the bed. My heart began to sink as I got a bad feeling about this.

“Fuck her! Fuck her!” Several of the women were crying out.

A moment later, a guy stepped into view from someplace deeper in the warehouse. My eyes widened at the first man I had ever seen. He was a big muscular guy who was twice my size. He had short blond hair and a chiseled face.

“No… no!” The blood drained from my face as I saw this monster approaching my sister.

In a burst of adrenaline, I lunged forward, pulling from the three women’s grips. I turned and kicked one of the women, before lunging forward. Faeri rose in her chair, her eyes surprised as I fell forward. However, I only made it about five feet before five more women piled on top of me and forced me back to my knees. At this point, the muscular man had made it to the bed.

“Faeri!” I shouted, as Faeri looked away and ignored me. “Don’t do this! I’ll never forgive you!”

“Fuck her! Fuck her!” The women shouted.

The man ripped off his pants. The women started shouting in a roar. That’s when I noticed something off about this man. That was, he was wearing a strap-on. I had to look two more times to realize that where a dick was supposed to be was a vagina. This wasn’t a man, but a very butch woman! This did not make me feel any better though, as she still planned to fuck my sister!

“No! No… please no! Save me, Clyburn!” Hannah started to panic with tears coming from her eyes as the muscular woman approached her.

She wore a cruel look in her eyes, and she held the dildo cock in her hand as if she had grown accustomed to it. The thing wasn’t any bigger than my own, but it looked a tad small in this big woman’s hands. I once again tried to fight, but I could feel my shoulder tearing, and instead of escaping, I was rewarded only with pain. Either way, I shouted over and over again.

“Stop! Stop, you fuckers! Don’t touch my sister!”

Just as the muscular woman put her knee on the bed, Faeri raised her hand. The screaming suddenly stopped as if it had all been rehearsed. My voice was hoarse, and I couldn’t bring myself to shout again as the warehouse of nearly thirty women went dead quiet.

“Today… we have with us a woman…”

“Booo!” Several women started shouting.

“Fucking trash!” Another added.

“A woman… who has broken the covenants of Primrose!”



I frowned over this farce of a trial. What covenants has Hannah broken? She’s not apart of Faeri’s stupid gang. This whole thing was another excuse for Faeri to screw with me some more.

“Therefore…” Faeri held up her hand. “The punishment… is Violation!”

“Whooo, fuck her!”

“Tear her open, Matty!”

“Ladies… ladies… the rules are the rules. A violator must be violated, must be exposed for the whore she is… in front of the entire gang! However, the rules don’t state who the violator must be.”

These words caused some confusion among the ranks, some murmuring in the background.

Faeri continued. “Matty is a great violator, having torn open many traitors. However, on this particular occasion, we have a man present. A man, as it turns out, that is her own brother!”

The murmuring grew louder.

“I propose that he deal out the punishment. Let all of us see what this… man… has to offer us.”

A few girls seemed to be confused, others nodding with grins, and a few outright angry. I was suddenly dragged to my feet and shoved forward, stumbling several steps toward the bed before I got my feet under me. I immediately shot a glare at Faeri.

“What the hell is your game, Faeri?”

Faeri gave a slight shrug. “It’s simple? Fuck your virgin sister, right here, in front of all of us… or Matty with do it for you.”

Matty grinned, turning and bouncing her fake cock in her hands. She really had no breasts of any kind, and truly tried to look like a man. She was a transsexual or I’d eat my hat. I glanced down at my sister, who was crying and still trying to pull on the restraints that held her.

“Hannah…” I sighed.

Hannah blushed and turned her head. “It’s… okay… if it’s brother. I… won’t mind it!”

I nodded to Hannah and looked back at Faeri. “If I do this…”

Faeri waved her hand. “Yes, yes… this is the exit ceremony for all Primrose. Although Hannah’s situation is… unique… the girls will release her once she follows the code. As for you… don’t hold your breath.”

I nodded in acceptance. Perhaps this truly was the best Faeri could do for me. If I slept with Hannah, then I could get Hannah away. They might end up moving me immediately after or something, but at least Hannah would be safe. I’m sure my family would keep looking for me. Even if they couldn’t find me, none of the women here were ugly. I didn’t hate having sex with Faeri. It’s just one prison for another. At least the perks of this prison weren’t undesirable as long as I didn’t have to satisfy Matty.

“Hannah…” I said, walking up to the bed.

There were over two dozen other women watching us, which made this whole thing really awkward. Sex usually came so naturally, but as I stared down at my tied up sister, I didn’t even know where to start.

“Brother… it’s okay, Brother…” Hannah said, although her lip seemed to be quivering with a strange excitement that didn’t fit the situation.

I supposed even Hannah had been waiting for this moment. After all, she fled the house and ended up in this situation exactly because she was angry that I hadn’t pursued her harder. It’s almost like the world was aiming to have me fuck my sister. Not fucking her got her kidnapped, and the only way to free her was with sex. Isn’t that something like fate?

I unbuckled my pants, pulling them and my underwear completely off. I had sex with mom a few times completely naked, but most of the time I usually stayed clothed and only undid my belt and pulled out my cock. I hadn’t had sex with Faeri even once naked, although she always stripped down to nothing but her stockings. My shirt soon followed until I was standing naked in front of a gang of women.

The women all seemed to look at me wide-eyed. Many of them may have never seen a naked man before. Well, I wasn’t exactly a complete man yet. I was pale and scrawny. I had pubic hair, but not much hair anywhere else. Other than my lack of boobs and my penis, there wasn’t anything about my body that stood out as particularly masculine. However, boy did every eye follow my dick. It was erect, and I was glad to see it wasn’t cold in here.

“It’s big…” I heard one girl gulp.

Words like that expanded my ego along with my cock. I turned to my dear Hannah and kneeled on to the bed, getting between her tied up legs. As to why I got completely naked, perhaps I just wanted to take the attention off of Hannah. Hannah was being sexed as some kind of hazing, but the fewer people who looked at her, the better. With me naked, not a single spectator would even acknowledge the girl under me. Another reason was simply as I bent over, my ass was bent in those girl’s directions. In effect, I was mooning all the women. I took my victories where I could get them.

I kept crawling up the bed until my body was completely over Hannah. I wanted to cover her body with my own. A small part of me didn’t want her to see the lower half as I skewered her with my penis. Rather, I wanted Hannah to look in my eyes and know that I loved her. Once settling myself over Hannah, she looked up at me with an indistinguishable smile on her face, her eyes not at all holding the fear or embarrassment of being raped in front of a dozen women. Her eyes seemed to only be on me.

“I’m going in…” I said, not sure what else to do.

I was already moving as slowly as I could, but there appeared to be no one ready to jump in and rescue us. There were no last-minute interruptions. Nothing to change the course of these events. My sister would lose her virginity to me at this moment.

Hannah gave me a reassuring smile, hugging my body. However, she didn’t close her eyes. Rather, her beautiful hazel eyes look directly into mine. I pushed my hips forward, and my dick pushed into her. The feeling of her pussy parting came almost naturally. Hannah’s face twitched, but she kept her eyes on me even as her mouth fell open in a gasp. I instinctively hugged Hannah tighter. I was inside her now, but it didn’t take as much effort as it had with Madison. It was almost like her pussy was waiting to open up for me. Hannah herself even smiled as it slid inside her.

All my fear, my worry, my hangups, looking into my innocent sister under me, who so openly accepted me without any resistance, all of my negative feelings began to dissipate. I tightened my grip on my smiling Hannah. Her body felt so nice. She was warm and soft, even though her flimsy clothing, I could feel the softness of her skin. My lips took her lips, and the two of us kissed passionately while she hugged me and I hugged her back.

My hips started to move, and so did hers. We moved together like one person, enjoying the feel of our parts intertwined. While my penis sat deep inside her, my tongue ravaged her mouth. My hands held her tightly, pressing her soft boobs against my chest tightly.

My lips broke from Hannah’s for a moment and whispered softly in her ear. “I love you, my Hannah.”

“Mmm…” Hannah closed her eyes for a moment as if she was savoring what I said.

Her lips were red and wet with saliva. I couldn’t help but take them again. I held her tighter and tighter. Reaching out, I undid the restraints that held her arms to the posts. Noone behind me seemed to be making a noise. In truth, I had all but forgotten they were even there. My mind began to focus on my sister, and she became everything in my world.

Once her hands were free, Hannah grabbed my shoulders and tugged me tightly. We had been kept apart for nearly a week, and all of that loneliness and segregation had built until I realized I couldn’t get enough of my sister. The feel of her body pressed against mine was hypnotic. The light moving of her hips was subtle but added to each thrust inside. Her tongue danced and twirled against mine like a ballet. It was at this moment I came to the realization that I loved Hannah just as much as Madison.

Perhaps it was part of my old-world mentality, but I had tried to keep the two girls on different terms. Ever since I had learned Madison wasn’t my full sister, I had tried to see her as a girl to pursue while my sister as a child to spoil. Only now, with Hannah under me writhing, with her gentle moaning, her rapid heartbeats, and her soft breathing… did I realize that there was no difference. I loved Madison, but I loved Hannah too. I loved both of my sisters, but not simply as sisters. I loved them completely. These girls were my everything, and I didn’t want to lose either one of them.

Tears started falling from my cheeks. I pulled away, suddenly embarrassed and not wanting to drop tears on my sister’s face. She reached out and grabbed my cheeks, pulling my face back to her. It was then that I realized that she was silently crying too.

“Hannah…” I moaned.

“I love you, brother… I love you so much!” Our lips found each other again, refusing to let go as we enjoyed each other’s bodies more and more.

“I-is this… gulp… what it’s like between a man and woman?” a girl whispered to the other girls nearby.

We were lost in our own little world, but we weren’t the only ones in the room. Vaguely, I was aware that there were thirty other women looking at us. Our bodies never parted for a second, our hands roaming each other’s body like each touch was a gift. We kissed hard until our lips heard and we had to separate gasping for breath. While I thrust into her, there were no large movements. Our hips never parted. It was like we were blended as one.

“This… isn’t what I expected.” Another girl was twisting her legs, suddenly feeling really weird down there.

Most of these women had watched one or more exit ceremonies. A woman would scream and struggle while Matty exposed her pussy and pounded her. It was hot, wet, and violent… and these girls wouldn’t even bat an eyelash at it. However, every woman was now blushing and fidgeting uncomfortably. The scene in front of them was far more intense than they had ever imagined. Every single girl was asking herself if this was what sex was like when a man was involved, even the lesbians!

“This is… making love?” One girl suggested, suddenly blushing and covering her face. “Aiii… I’m embarrassed.”

“I-if… we have him, can we do this too?” One girl asked.

“Don’t get too excited, it’s just because they really love each other… ah…” One of the girls looks away. “We’re separating a loving couple like this. Won’t the gods punish us?”

While the other girls fell into bouts of fancy, Faeri watched the scene in front of her while her hand tightened more and more on the arm of her chair. Where most of the other girls looked enamored or flushed, behind Faeri’s mask was an irate expression. Worst, I was barely aware of it as I enjoyed my sister to my own delight.

Just when she was about to stand up, a big person suddenly stood in front of her. A moment later, a large phallus strap on was dropped on her lap. Faeri looked up with a glare which became lost when it fell on the muscular form in front of her.


Matty looked away awkwardly, a strangely feminine blush on her cheeks with subtle tears running down her face. “I don’t think I can do any more exiting ceremonies. This… I realize now what I did was some bastardization of what sex truly is.”

Faeri’s mouth fell open as the giant woman walked away, tears falling down her eyes as she fell into an existential crisis. The violator Matty was actually the most emotionally moved woman there!

“I love you, Hannah!”

“Mmm! I love you, Clyburn. Cum in me, brother!” Hannah cried.

By the time Faeri looked back, I was already cumming inside my cute little Hannah. I held her tightly as my warm stuff shot into her. I didn’t really mind cumming in my sister. If I got her pregnant, I wouldn’t regret it a single bit. Hannah was my woman now, and I wouldn’t let her go any more than mom or Madison.

As I pulled out of Hannah, I raised her skirt and looked at the damage. Her cute little flower of a pussy was gaping a bit from my dick, and just a bit of white stuff was leaking out. To my surprise, there was no blood. Hannah immediately leaped forward and covered herself while blushing.

“Don’t look! St-stupid brother!” While Hannah didn’t seem to mind being fucked in front of thirty strange women, apparently having me look at her naked body in the light hit her limit.

I gave a wry smile and kissed Hannah on the nose affectionately. Of course, Hannah was a masturbator. She was the kind of girl I bet had used toys. Naturally, hymens get broken before sex all the time. Not every woman bleeds, so I didn’t think anything of it. That only men that this experience was as enjoyable for Hannah as it was for me.

I finished untying my sister, not realizing I had a dumb smile on my face I couldn’t remove. In fact, Hannah was smiling too, to the point it almost looked like she was glowing. It was only when we turned to get off the bed that we realized where we were again, and our smiles faltered.

Thirty women were staring at us, however, their expressions were radically different from before. Some of them were panting with their hands resting between their legs. Others were twisting their thighs strangely or pushing their parts against the corner of a box. It was a really strange scene as if all thirty of them suddenly really had to pee but refused to leave.

It was then that I saw Faeri’s expression. She was nearly shaking with anger. I didn’t know what to say to her. She may have had a great body, but no matter what, it was Hannah who was my sister. Faeri had failed completely to replace her, if that was even her goal. Naturally, I would be affectionate with Hannah while I only treated Faeri roughly.

“Take him back to his cell!” Faeri’s voice was angry enough that even Hannah raised an eyebrow.

“What about my sister?”

“We’ll let her go!” Faeri sniffed, turning away as if she didn’t want to look at me.

Instead, she walked over and grabbed Hannah. I wanted to immediately follow them, but as Faeri dragged Hannah away, she didn’t seem to be afraid or resisting. If anything, Hannah looked obstinate. They better not go back on their words and do anything to my sister. I absolutely wouldn’t forgive them. Some woman took me back to the cell while shooting me strange looks the entire time, occasionally glancing down at my crotch. At least they had let me grab my clothing and put it back on before taking me away.

“My sister, what about my sister?” I asked after being shoved into the cage.

The door was closed and the woman walked away without a word. Soon, the lights were shut off as well. Noone else came that day. Neither my sister nor Faeri showed up at my doorstep. I sat back on my bed, with nothing to do but wait in the darkness.

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The World of Women – Chapter 27

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I slept that night hunched over in a partial sitting position. That would be the first time this body had ever slept on something that wasn’t a bed. Suffice it to say, I was stiff in all the wrong places. The previous night, I had been left alone after Faeri left. I had considered her final words when she left a million times, and a small fire had started to burn in my chest over the only meaning I could consider.  Another world! Faeri was from another world!

“Brother… brother… wake up…”

However, as my consciousness returned, I realized that I was no longer on the concrete floor. Furthermore, the voice I heard was one I recognized. Rather, it was Hannah’s familiar voice, light and airy. My eyes snapped open. Looking around, I could see that I was on a mattress with sheets and everything. I was in a room much smaller than the last one. My hands and arms were no longer chained. However, I could see only one exit. That exit happened to be another solid door with a bared over window.

I painfully stood up, stretching out my accumulated aches from the day with a light groan. Someone must have moved me into this jail cell while I was sleeping. My stomach chose this moment to start growling, and I realized I hadn’t eaten since the Primrose gang had kidnapped me.

“Brother… are you okay…”

My eyes snapped to the source of those words, which were coming from outside my cell. I immediately stood up and stumbled over to the door, grabbing the cell bars to keep myself from falling over. The window outside of this room was only about two feet by two feet, and all I could see outside of it was another cell, with its own two feet by two feet window. However, within that other cell was Hannah. Hannah was clinging to her bars in the cell across from mine, her face pressed as far as it could go while she stood on her tippy toes.

When her eyes landed on me, they shone with relief. “Brother!”

“Hannah!” I called out, trying to stick my arm out the window between the bars, which didn’t quite have enough space.

Hannah did the same, but the hallway was too wide and we couldn’t touch. We were nearly three feet short of touching each other. There wasn’t even a chance.

“You came…” Hannah looked down, her face hidden behind her door so I couldn’t see her expression.

“I’m sorry, Hannah…” I responded. “I’m sorry you were kidnapped. This is Brother’s fault. Brother will fix this.”

“I… I told them your name…” Hannah’s voice was soft.

“I don’t blame you, Hannah…” I tried to reassure my sister. “I… I’m sorry.”

“It’s my fault…”

“No, Hannah… it’s not. It’s mine.” I sighed, turning and pressing my head on the door. “I… should have shown you how much I loved you. I’m sorry I made you feel unimportant to me. I love you, Hannah. Do you understand? I’m going to take care of you.”

“Mm…” Hannah’s voice sounded like it broke behind the door, and I heard a light sob.

“H-Hannah? Please don’t cry. Are you hurt?”

“N-no…” Hannah murmured. “J-just happy.”

I let out a breath of relief. Even though we were still in this situation, I instantly felt a million times better. I had seen my sister. She was okay. I had given her my apology, and she didn’t hate me. It might be a few days before we were rescued. Faeri said it wasn’t going to happen, but I had to have faith in Brooke. Brooke would come to save me. Upon reflection, I realized how flimsy my plan really was. However, had I not come, the alternative was worst.

“Isn’t that sweet…” A familiar raspy voice suddenly caused my skin to crawl.

I turned to look out the cell, and Hannah did the same. Between our two cells, a person walked down the hallway. It was Faeri, she seemed angry about something as she looked between the two of us. Suddenly, she reached in and grabbed Hannah’s cheeks.

“Hannah!” I let out a shout as Hannah cried out.

“Brother and sister, united!” Faeri pinched Hannah’s cheeks before pushing her away.

Hannah glared back, rubbing her cheeks.

“Leave Hannah alone. You have me now!” I hit the bars causing a metal reverberation as if to punctuate my point.

“Yes…” Faeri raised an eyebrow while still looking at Hannah. “I have had him. I tasted him before you did, how does that feel, Hannah?”

Hannah’s face flashed a second with rage, then she looked away with a blush.

“Hannah…” My voice broke, not finding a way to defend myself.

I fucked Faeri for Hannah? Even if it was true, those weren’t words I felt like I could say. It certainly wouldn’t make Hannah feel better.

“Faeri… we need to talk.” I changed what I was going to say. “About what you said last night…”

“Oh?” Faeri looked over at me, seemingly disinterested. “And what was that?”

“I know…” I said, looking up at her. “I know who you are.”

“Oh!” The sound was Hannah, who immediately ran to the door, staring in wonder at my words.

Meanwhile, Faeri seemed frozen solid, as if I had pulled a rug right out from under her. I became more confident based on her reactions. However, this wasn’t something I could say to Hannah. I needed to speak with Faeri privately.

“I… really doubt that…” Faeri spoke slowly.

“I know you’re not who people think you are.” I went for broke. “I know your identity is a lie, and that you’re pretending to be someone else.”

Faeri turned back and looked at Hannah, who was still standing there wide-eyed, before taking a step forward and unlocking my door. She immediately stepped into my cell and pulled me away from Hannah. Like me, it was clear that it was something she didn’t want Hannah to know. I followed Faeri into the corner of the room, my heartbeat nearly bursting out of my chest as I considered finally talking to someone from another world.

“There is no way you know who I am.” Faeri cursed. “You know nothing about me.”

“I know you come from another world. I know you’re pretending to be someone else. I know we had sex. I know you were a virgin before we… ahem…”

“Stop!” Faeri held up her hand, after a second she sighed and lifted her hand to her mask, pulling it slowly off her face, shaking her brunette hair.

My eyes widened at the sight. The person standing before me was the last person I ever expected to see. I couldn’t even speak, I was so completely shocked.

“So, you do recognized me…” The girl said, even though it still got converted into the raspy voice, seeing her face relaxed me a bit. “Well, it’s not surprising. You never forget your first, do you?”

That was the woman in front of me. She may not have been as otherworldly beautiful like my mom and my sisters, but she was extremely pretty. She was a pretty girl who my mom had hired as a maid. She had been selected to be my partner. Had things gone according to plan, we might very well be having a healthy sexual relationship right now. However, she raped me, and that was the day my memories returned and everything went to hell.

“How?” I asked, forgetting my thoughts about another world.

The girl straightened her back. “After your mom kicked me out of the house, I had nowhere to go. I desperately tried to get my brother to have me again. I actually broke into a club for men to find him. I begged him on my knees for his seed. And so… he delivered… he… and every other guy in the club.”

I turned my head away as the woman called Faeri stared at me with a wry smile, only managing to mutter. “I’m… sorry…”

“Don’t be… at the time I gladly did it. I let nearly twenty men do whatever they wanted to me all night. Even as they put out cigarettes on my skin and made me drink cups of piss, I told myself if I got pregnant, it’d be all worth it.”

“I… take it you didn’t get pregnant.”

She laughed. “After I passed out, they forced a day-after pill down my throat. Just to be cruel. They threw me out on the street naked, covered in cum, and bleeding from my crotch. I still bleed when it’s too rough. That’s the men of this world. That’s you…”

“I… never would have thrown you ou-“ I remembered the blood on my fingers that night, and couldn’t continue.

“Shut up!” She screamed. “You’re no better! You’re just another man! Another disgusting man!”

“I’m different!” I stood up.

“If you’re so different, tell me… Clyburn, what’s my name?”

I froze. I had heard the name once. What was her name? It was… T… T something. Tiffany? Tiana? Tanya?

“Exactly…” She snorted, looking away with disgust. “It doesn’t matter, my name is Faeri now. I found someone soon after. I found a girl who reached out and saved me when I needed it the most. I found a new family, here with the Primrose. I became the Faeri…”

She stopped, her lips twisting for a second, her head shaking as she looked at me with a complicated expression that told me nothing.

“What about me?” I asked, “You want my seed? Making it a gang reward? Or perhaps you just want to sell it on the black market? Take it… I don’t care… take it. You can sell enough until you’re rich. You can impregnate every Primrose. I’ll knock you up myself, I’ll participate. Just let my sister go.”

“She’s just a sister! Brother never cared about me! Admit it! You don’t give a shit about her!” Faeri rounded on me angrily.

“I will do anything for her.” I stared up at Faeri obstinately.

“You keep saying that…” Faeri gave an amused smile. “Let’s put it to the test.”

“What’s that mean?”

“This is the last time you’ll see me without my mask.” Faeri picked up her mask and put it back on, heading for the door. “It was Tinya… by the way. That was the name of an innocent girl who just wanted her brother’s love. She died.”

“If you’re my sister… then… that means… a brother?” I forced the words out.

Faeri stopped for a second at the door.

“I’m actually the younger sister. Brother had a different father. He was a friend of Noah’s. Noah fucked my mom and made me as some kind of vengeance. That’s why brother never gave a shit about me. Even though we were raised together, I’m just a half-sister.”

Instantly, the man that raped my mother came into my mind. Did that mean that Madison had another brother? My heart suddenly hurt at the thought of sharing Madison.  Tinya… or should I call her Faeri, opened the door and stepped out. She gave Hannah a twisted grin and a nod before turning and walking down the hallway.

Sometime later, two plates of food were slid under the door, but by the time I checked to see who had come, they were gone. I had been so shocked that Faeri was Tinya, that I hadn’t even asked her about coming from another world. Was it true that the maid who brought me to this world was a reincarnator of her own? Maybe that’s what caused me to regain my memory in the first place. When a reincarnator fucks another reincarnator, does that trigger their memories to return?

I took my plate, but Hannah had seemed to wrap herself up on her bed and gone to sleep. Hannah always was a sleepyhead that spent every day in her room. It wasn’t surprising that even here, or perhaps especially here, she’d spend her time sleeping. Just having her across from me was enough that I was able to relax. I sat on my mattress and quickly stuffed down the food. It wasn’t rotten or disgusting. At least, these Primrose’s wanted to take care of me a little. We wouldn’t be starved or exposed to death… at least, as long as I cooperated.

The lights in the hallways and my cell suddenly went out. It had been a few hours since we had eaten, but it couldn’t possibly be night time already.

“Hannah!” I called out, moving to the door.

“B-brother, what’s going on?” I heard from outside my window. I looked out into the darkness, but I couldn’t see into Hannah’s cell.

I tried to focus my eyes harder when a face suddenly jumped into my view causing me to flinch. “Boo!”

I let out a curse. “Damn it, Faeri!”

Faeri let out a laugh as she unlocked my cell and pushed her way inside. “You should have seen the look on your face!”

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, shooting my eyes over at Hannah’s cell.

She had gone quiet once Faeri showed up, clearly becoming scared. I wanted to comfort her, but I was afraid of causing Faeri to show interest in Hannah again. Thus, the only thing I could do was sit back and humor the deranged woman. In the lack of lighting, Faeri took on a darker persona. She seemed sort of bubbly and vivacious. I started to wonder if she had some kind of split personality, a light side, and a dark side. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out she was a schizophrenic.

“I want you, right now,” Faeri demanded.

My eyes widened as Faeri’s clothing fell to the ground once again. “You… my sister…”

Faeri’s smile grew malicious. “Take me right here.”

She stood at the door, popping out her very nice ass at me teasingly while she grabbed the bars and looked out it. “Oh, Hannah, I’m about to have your brother fuck me… do listen carefully.”

“You sick bitch…” I shook my head disgustedly.

Faeri frowned. “You said you’d do anything for her! If you don’t… maybe I’ll just stop feeding her for a while.”

My body shook for a second, and I considered hitting Faeri. If I knocked her down, I could escape with my sister instantly. My eyes flickered to the clothing that was lying on the ground right next to me. Faeri seemed to pick up on it instantly.

“Hahahaha… I wouldn’t try that.” Faeri moved her tongue, and a second later there was a flash of silver in her mouth which turned out to be a key. “If you do anything I don’t like, I’ll swallow it and then we’re both stuck in here. It won’t unlock her cage anyway, so unless you want to lose your sister forever, you better give her a good show…”

Faeri turned and stuck her tongue out through the bars, seemingly making an obscene gesture at my sister. I turned away, my entire body shaking with anger. It was easier last night when it was just Faeri and me. Things changed now. Now, I knew my sister was alright. I just needed to buy for some time until the police came.

“Clyburn… it’s alright. Just… do what she asks. I know you’re doing it for me.” Hannah’s voice came from behind me.

She spoke clearly, her voice seeming to reverberate off the walls. I wasn’t the only one battling here. My gentle Hannah was fighting in her own way. It wasn’t our fault that we had to deal with someone like Faeri, who seemed to want to drive a wedge between me and my sister. However, with those words, my frustration left me, and I calmed down quite a bit.

I turned back to see Faeri looking at me, still in position. She shrugged and grinned.

“It’s sister approved!” Faeri declared.  “Two out of two sisters want my pussy fucked!”

I walked up to Faeri and grabbed her butt in my hands. She was, after all, a beautiful woman. Tinya’s face was very pretty, if not beautiful. However, her body was out of this world. I wished I had remembered how wonderful her body was when she had taken my virginity a year ago. Well, at the time things were still a little blurry. She must have filled out very nicely over the last year. It was hard to believe that year was filled with strife. Her smooth skin didn’t look like the skin of a woman tortured by her brother and his boys. Then again, that could have been a lie. This was Faeri, after all. How much of what she said had any truth?

Of course, her naked body was enough to bring me erect, so I pulled out my erect penis and lined it up with Faeri from behind. Like before, I shoved it right into her. I didn’t really care if she bled. I couldn’t bring myself to be gentle on the hateful woman.

“Ahn… aaa… aaa…” Faeri moaned, pressing herself against the door as I fucked her against it.

Her moans rang into the hallway, and directly into Hannah’s room. Of course, I knew Hannah could hear everything. It was one thing having her walk in on me with Madison, it was quite another forcing her to listen to me have sex with this woman. Even so, I couldn’t stop my hands from wandering all over her body. She really was perfect. About the only imperfection was a bruised hickey on her neck, the same one I had given her the previous night.

“Ha-ha-hannah…” Faeri suddenly moaned out. “Your brother… he’s fucking me, Hannah. Ah! Hahahaha, brother just spanked my ass!”

Rather than the desired effect, me slapping her ass only caused Faeri to describe more of the perverted scenes over to Hannah.

“He’s making me so wet, Hannah, it’s dripping down my legs! Your brother’s cock is so big! Are you touching yourself right now listening to us? I bet you are!”

Her words were provocative and cruel, but in a twisted way, they seemed to excite me too. I became stuck in a web of disgust and arousal. Being forced to do this in front of my sister, of course, was repulsive, but at the same time, it was really hot. I had intended to force myself into a quick orgasm to get this over with, but just as the night before, I found myself unable to cum easily. Thus, our fornication kept going on. I sped up my thrusting as fast as I could manage, my cock slamming roughly into Faeri over and over again, desperately trying to bring myself to orgasm. This made the sex sound wet and noisy, especially in the dark, empty cellblock. I was using Faeri’s body aggressively, and the woman herself seemed to love every second of it.

“Ahhhn… Ahhnnn… c-cumming! I’m cumming!” Faeri cried out.

I squeezed my hands tighter, frustrated that I kept making her cum. I didn’t want Faeri to enjoy it so much. I didn’t want my sister listening to a hot sex scene. If anything, I wanted my sister to hear lousy sex. However, between the sounds of my cock slapping into her from behind wetly, the rattling of the cell bars, and the orgasmic noises coming from Faeri’s throat, the lewd sounds filled the dark hallway.

Finally, I found a spot where I felt my cumming was soon. However, it was also a spot that seemed to do it for Faeri, who made louder and louder moaning noises, as if to taunt me for daring to get off on her body.

“C-c-Clyburn!” Faeri moaned. “Say ‘Hannah’.”

My dick slowed for a second, my mouth falling open. “Wh-what?”

“Hahaha…” Faeri let out a laugh. “I just realized it’d be hilarious. Say her name! Say your sister’s name while you come into me. In fact, tell her how much you love her.”


“Do… do it! I said, do it! H-Hannah will like it too!”

I sincerely doubted that, but I had no choice at this point. I started to thrust into her harder and harder right in that spot. Faeri’s body shook as she climaxed, but I started to as well.

“Hannah!” I moaned as my cock pounded into Faeri. “I love you, Hannah! Hannah… ah… I’m cumming.”

“Cum!” Faeri cried. “Cum for Hannah, Cum in me for Hannah.”

“Ahn… I … love… Hannah!” I cried, suddenly pulling out and giving a few yanks until my cock exploded.

Cum shut up, striking Faeri’s ass. The cumshot was amazing, shooting up her back and nearly reaching Faeri’s hair. Sex with Faeri was always incredible, and my cock seemed to agree, throbbing out massive gobs of cum all over her backside. Faeri was busy cumming too, her entire body shaking and threatening to buckle. Liquid ran down her leg in droves with a very little bit blood mixed in. Faeri could only just helplessly keep herself standing as I painted her backside in white. Even though it was dark, standing there with her beautiful smooth behind covered in white stuff dripping down her, it was an incredibly erotic scene. Had this been someone else, like Madison or mom, I would have taken her for a second round just because of the sight.

“You didn’t cum in me…” Faeri gave me a glare, her lips pouty.

“I thought you didn’t want to get pregnant?” I responded mischievously.

“Ooo…” Faeri shook her head, putting her hands on her hips and looking like a spoiled child who didn’t get her way. “From now on, cum in me! It’s cold and it’s running down, I don’t like!”

I held out my hands and shrugged. “Of course, my Faeri.”

Faeri froze for a second, narrowed her eyes, and with a harrumph put her dress back on and left my cell, slamming it. She gave me one last glare before walking away. She seemed to be walking weird. I realized quickly it was because she had cum running all up her back and she could feel it pressing on her dress.

I let out an evil chuckle. A few minutes later the lights turned back on.

“B-brother…” A light voice sent me back to the door, and I could see Hannah on the other side again.

I let out a breath of relief. “Hannah… I’m sorry. That was…”

“You didn’t need to be so rough with her…” Hannah blushed, looking away.

“Ah! I’m sorry it was so loud!” I cringed inwardly.

I was trying to punish Faeri by being rough, but it was Hannah who had to listen to the noises and Faeri’s taunts. To Hannah, this whole thing probably sounded very profane.

“I-it’s okay… I know Brother is doing it for me… it…” Hannah’s face went even redder as she remembered me cumming while saying I loved her.

“Hannah! About that, she made me say it.”

“I-I know… so brother doesn’t really…”

“No!” I protested before she could come up with a justification, “I meant it… I just thought the first time I said those words… it’d be while I was cumming in… you…”

“Brother!” Hannah grabbed her chest and turned away, hiding her body and face behind the door.

“H-Hannah?” I asked, only to be met with silence and what sounded like heavy breathing coming from behind her door, causing me to think of a question that made my mouth widen in a grin. “My little Hannah, it couldn’t be that Faeri was right, was she? Hannah wasn’t masturbatin-“

“Ah!” There was a shout behind the door and a tearful response. “How could brother say that?”

“So, sister did…” I sighed.

“Brother! It-it… there was the noises and brother’s voice moaning and then you kept moaning my name and then you said I love you, it wasn’t fair! How could you expect me not to-“

“Shit, Hannah really did do it?” I nearly tripped.

I was just teasing her to try to keep morale up. I expected her to tearfully deny it. I never expected her to actually admit she had been touching herself while I was fucking Faeri. I could only stare in a daze as I pictured the erotic scene again, imagining Hannah playing with herself while I moaned her name. My cock was instantly back to full staff, but there was no one to fuck now.

“St-stupid brother!” Hannah shouted before hiding back under her blanket.

Well, I could only say one thing to the current situation. I had done this to myself.

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The World of Women – Chapter 26

Big Announcement

The final chapter of world of women has been written. I can daily release it until it is done, or keep up the current rate, your choice. Let me know in the comments if you want to spam release until the end (the last chapter is 30), or drag it out another week. Either way, there will be no more chapters after WoW Volume 1 is finished.

After WoW is done, I’ll be working on the pdf for the next month, which will include all the editing, cleanup, formatting, and fixes you’ve come to expect. It’ll contain images and at least 2 bonus chapters which will help connect between Volume 1 and Volume 2. This PDF will be sold for $5 and only available for $5 Patreon supporters. PoC Volumes will remain open at the $1 level as will TOAS. 

When/whether I start Volume 2 is patreon specific. Lot of the last few chapters have received heavy criticism. So, I’m not starting volume 2 without knowing if it is worth my time continuing. The goal is set at $500. Seem like a lot? Think of it this way. Volume 1 was ~120,000 words not including bonus chapters. This was essentially a novel. I’m selling it for $5… like $3 less than most crappy romance novels in stores. Of the 4000+ people on here enjoying this story (modest estimate), if I can’t even get ~60 of you to buy the book ($5*60 would bring it to $500), then why would I continue the series? 

P.S. That amount is the goal to start release, once I start releasing I’ll keep releasing. So if you only pay for V1 (or heck, drop $300) and then cancel your support after one deduction, I’ll count it. However, like before, how fast I release will depend on Patreon goals just like before. Even if the stretch goals are reached, the soonest I’d start V2 is November 1st (when the money is deposited).  I’d love to one day make enough to become a full-time writer, and dedicate my time to creating a constant stream of content for you guys. 

If you’re curious about the content of volume 2, it starts with him starting Academy at 15, and focuses on the four years of his school life. It focuses much more on his distant half-sisters, including Madison, and his experiences in school. He’ll meet other boys, learn how brainwashing the current system is, and start to become aware of just how different the world of women truly is. 

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My head was throbbing. I had lost all track of time. I could have cursed my bad luck, but I basically asked for this. I never expected an even exchange. I never expected them to release my sister. No, the only thing I could do was let them catch me. The cops already knew about them. They knew who was doing it. They even had a place. What they needed was motivation. I didn’t really have much time to think of a better plan. I barely made it just escaping from my house. Had I done nothing, Hannah might have already been raped or even worst. I couldn’t live with myself knowing I had the power to do something and decided to sit back and do nothing. So, I put myself in harm’s way.

With a man in jeopardy, the police would spare no expense trying to get me back. Hopefully, if I could just get to my sister, then I could keep her safe enough. If they took everything out on me, they wouldn’t be taking it out on her. And when I was rescued, my sister would be rescued. If I failed? Well, hopefully, my next life wouldn’t be as shitty as this one. I had already reincarnated to another world. I had already lived one life. I don’t want to die, but I was willing to risk my life for Hannah. Fortunately, I don’t have the mentality of a scared child any more.

Working through the pain in my head, I forced myself into a sitting position. My head throbbed, but I was finally able to concentrate on opening my eyes. The second my eyes opened, there was a click and the lights turned on. Instantly, I closed them again, fighting back the pain and nausea from the brightness. I instinctively lifted my hand to block the light source.

Part of me realized I was likely in the same exact position as the video of Hannah. Bright lights blaring at me, my eyes squinting with a hand raised. Even with my experience, I felt fear. How terrified was my little sister at that moment? My hand tightened and I forced my eyes to open, trying to quickly regain my bearings.

I seemed to be tied to something. There were cuffs around my feet and wrists that connected to a chain. I could move full range, but I couldn’t take more than a few steps from the pipe embedded in the nearby concrete. I appeared to be in some emptied out storeroom. The walls were concrete, and the door looked like a thick impenetrable metal obstruction with a heavy latch. It was at this point I realized there was someone else in the room. A single table sat on the opposite side of the room, and a delicate-looking masked person was sitting on it.

It was the same masked person I had seen right before passing out. In the light, I could tell her hair was more brown than black. She didn’t look as imposing or as dangerous as she had in the alleyway. Being able to see her clearly eased a small amount of my fear. Her billowy outfit made it impossible to say any particular details about her. Her age, her body type, and even her sex were near impossible to determine.

“Faeri…” I murmured, glaring at the woman who took my sister.

“You’ve heard of me.” Her voice still came out as distorted and gravelly, and I couldn’t see what expression she had on her face through the theater mask which covered everything but her mouth, chin, and eyes.

I noticed something around her neck, a plastic collar with a box on it. It must be what changed her voice. I supposed it was safer for a crime boss to be anonymous, but what the heck was with all the theatrics? Everything about this entire room felt like she was trying to induce fear. Had I been a normal 14-year-old boy, it would have worked. However, my older mind saw some childishness in her demeanor. A slight shake in her hands and hesitation in her eyes. It reminded me that while these were criminals, they were still just kids likely acting like what they had seen on a visual screen.

“Where’s my sister!” I demanded, strengthening my resolve as I realized the power balance wasn’t as far in her favor as she pretended.

“Your sister? Oh, yes, you mean sister Hannah… oh, I’m keeping her in a safe place.”

“She’s not your sister. She’s mine!” I growled, pulling helplessly at the chains. “Show her to me. I came. I followed my end. Give my sister back to me!”

I knew I was showing my own nervousness, but until I saw Hannah, I couldn’t stop worrying. It was possible they never had Hannah in the first place. It was possible they had Hannah and killed her. There were too many possibilities. I needed to know that I made the right choice. I needed to know that what I did mattered.

“Oh, no… that’s where you’re wrong…” The woman came closer, making sure to remain just out of the range my chains allowed.

“You see, she’s my sister too.” The woman reached up, grabbing the mask and straightening it as if to tease me, “Daddy has been busy.”

My eyes widened as I looked up and down the woman. “No… it’s not possible…”

Faeri shrugged as if it was nothing to her. “Suit yourself.”

My father was never as honest to my mother as he should have been. Is it really true that he had impregnated other women? It didn’t just end with my Aunt. How many women did dad leave in his wake? Was this another left-over daughter from his time toying with mom?

“It’s a lie, right?” I demanded. “My father, Noah… if he fathered you… You mean your mom got some sperm he sold to the government, right?”

Faeri threw back her head and laughed lightly, a pleasant and smooth laugh. “Oh, do you think your dear father was so dutiful? There is a registry that keeps track of male… deposits. If you look up your dad, I think you’ll be surprised to find he never donated a single one.”

My eyes closed and my hands tightened. That bastard! How could he do that to mom? It’s one thing taking on a lot of lovers. However, it seemed like he just abandoned one after the other. The only unique thing about my mom is she’s the only one he didn’t abandon. What was he thinking?

I shook my head. Faeri was just trying to distract me. Rather, it was still Hannah that was the most important thing to me right now. Who knew if anything Faeri said was true or a lie. She could make up anything. I had no reason to trust her. The only thing I could trust was my sister. When I saw her, I’d know she was safe.

“My sister. I want you to show me my sister.”

“Sister… sister… she’s just a sister!” Faeri’s voice contorted angrily. “I’m your sister too. You have hundreds of sisters. What’s so different about her?”

“She’s different!”

Faeri laughed, pursing her lips. “If you want a sister so much, I could be your sister…”

“Shut Up!” I shouted, causing her to jump as I lunged at the chains. “Hannah is Hannah. I won’t cooperate until I see her! I’ll do anything for her!”

At that exact moment, there was a sudden shout from outside. The voice immediately sounded familiar. It sounded like a woman crying out, and it was a voice I’d recognize anywhere. Faeri shot a look back at the door. Her expression turned from an amused one to an annoyed one. It was like her fun time had just been interrupted.

“Hannah! It’s me, Hannah! Your brother is here! I’m here, Hannah!” I shouted, pulling against the chains until my hands felt numb.

“We’ll see about anything…” Faeri adjusted her mask one more time as she headed for the door.

She hit the light switch, immediately plunging my sight into darkness. A moment later, she opened the door and walked out. She kept the door slightly open so that all I could see was a ray of light. She was apparently addressing one of the guards on the other side of the door. All I could hear were whispers, but they sounded exasperated. The arguing went on for about thirty seconds. Suddenly, the door swung open again, light spilling in a blinding me before the door slammed shut.

It took me a minute before my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I blinked a few times in the dark room before I realized Faeri was still standing there watching me curiously. She almost had an inquisitive look that she didn’t possess before. However, she didn’t turn the light back on, and just stood there as if she was unsure of herself. I remained sitting with my eyes only partially open, not acknowledging her. She seemed to be content with this as she stood there for several minutes moving her mouth as if she was arguing with herself.

“What do you want, Faeri?” I finally broke the silence.

“Ah!” Faeri let out a surprised noise and then brushed her clothing as she straightened up. “I’ve… I’ve decided.”

The words were muttered under her breath, and they didn’t sound like they were words intended for my ears. However, the room was small and all the noise seemed to be amplified a bit. Her voice sounded a little different as if she was strained. I wondered what the conversation she had was about.

“Give me my sister, or we have nothing to talk about,” I growled, finally opening my eyes all the way and giving her a dark stare.

“Your sister… yes… you said you’d do anything for her. Is that true?” Faeri asked.

I grimaced at her question, realizing it might be a trap, but my pride wouldn’t deny it. “It is.”

“I’m your sister too. Technically, you’re my brother, so, shouldn’t you feel the same way for me?”

My face turned incredulous. However, Faeri was looking at me as if she genuinely wanted an answer.

“I already said, my sister, is special.” I finally spoke. “Had we been raised together, maybe things would be different. But you are no Hannah…”

“Hahahahaha…” Faeri threw back her head and laughed, nearly falling back, a strangely unpleasant laugh that sent tickles down my spine unlike before, “I could be though… I could be another one of your sisters. If you give me a chance…”

“You’re crazy!” I responded in disgust.

“Hahaha… maybe… maybe I am… I like you though… I like you a lot! Since you want to see Hannah, you’ll need to please me first. If you please me, I’ll give you back your sister, okay?”

I couldn’t keep my face smooth looking at this crazy woman. Become her sister? Is that what this was all about? Noah banged this bitch’s mom, and now she wants a brother of her own? Was I still paying for my father’s sins? I was coming to hate my father.

“Take out your penis!” she demanded pointing down at my crotch, making a demand like a petulant child looking to be spoiled.

I nearly spat at this strange and sudden declaration. It sounded like the unreasonable request of a child, but it took me a while looking at her in the dark before I realized she was genuinely serious.

“No!” I cursed, glaring at the psychopathic woman before me.

“I already told you, if you want to have yo… your sister, you’ll have to please me. Hahaha.” The girl kept laughing like she was making a joke, but her eyes looked serious. “So, pull out your dick, I want to see it. Do it! Do it now!”

“If… I pull it out… Hannah…”

“Yes… she’ll be safe! Now show it to me. Show it!” The girl seemed almost giddy as she stared excitedly.

I sighed, a little afraid at what she’d do if I didn’t give her what she wanted. The girl seemed to me to be quickly switching from highs to lows. She was very unstable. I reached into my pants and pulled out my dick, undoing the buckle and showing it to her. It was still dark, so it wasn’t as embarrassing as it would have been if the lights were on.

Faeri leaned forward, her eyes looking brightly. “It’s… a bit small…”

I immediately hid it with my hand and glared at the woman. “Well, I’m not aroused, naturally it gets bigger when I’m in the mood!”

Faeri nodded excitedly with a snap. “Ah, yes, excited! Of course!”

Suddenly, she reached behind her and undid her clothing. It fell in a single heap. Underneath it all was nothing but her skin. She hadn’t been wearing any underwear! In fact, other than her black stockings and her mask, she was now completely naked. My eyes couldn’t stop but pop out of my head. I’d seen many girls naked over the last year, but this woman was an immaculate beauty that rivaled my sisters and mother. At least, she had the body of a model.

It was vibrantly youthful, with nice round tits, a perfect bubble butt, smooth, pale skin, and even a cute little freckle on her right boob. She was shaved below, and it was a perfectly clean shave without a bit of hair. This didn’t look to be a body of some gang leader. Then again, in the darkness, I wouldn’t be able to make out any scars. Perhaps it was because of the darkness that her body looked so beautiful right now.

In my shock, I had forgotten to look away. The girl herself looked to the side, almost like she was pretending to be modest. Unfortunately, my cock became engorged with blood despite my protests. I went to cover myself up again, but the girl leaned forward intently, pointing at my exposed cock.

“It is! It is getting bigger! Ah… it’s bigger than I thought!” She immediately covered her mouth as if suddenly saying something embarrassing, and then she started giving me a strange look.

“What?” I asked, shifting awkwardly as she looked down at my exposed penis. “What do you want?”

“You find my body attractive…” She wore a mischievous look as she said it like a statement.

I looked away. “Of course, I do. How could I not?”

The smile on her face really pissed me off. She had forced me into this situation, and now she was acting so playful. It made hating her more difficult. It’d be easy if she was looking at me hatefully or acting like a man-hating lipstick lesbian. However, her strangely dere side was causing me to twitch.

“Stay still!” She pointed again with an order. “Don’t move!”

I held my hands up as she pointed aggressively at me. I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. She stepped slowly into my reach. It came to my realization I could grab her now and perhaps keep her hostage. However, I had the feeling that things wouldn’t work out well if I tried. They could always use Hannah to hurt me, and I had a feeling this woman wouldn’t respond to threats. The fact she was approaching me without clothing on showed how fearless she truly was… or how crazy.

Faeri ended up standing directly in front of me. I couldn’t help but look up, seeing her naked body only a few inches from the tip of my nose. I could smell a sweet scent coming off of her. This was the woman who took Hannah and kidnapped me? In the dark, at this moment, her body was truly beautiful. Despite the situation, despite my fear and worry, I felt my mouth grow dry looking at her blooming body, still full of youth but growing sexier every day.

Her skin was just as smooth and silky up close as it was at a distance. Her mounds seemed to defy gravity. Her ass was pert and bubbly, the kind you just wanted to grab and squeeze. It was body completely unlike Madison. It was a body that had a youthful exuberance even mom couldn’t reach. Maybe Hannah had a body like this, but I had never seen hers. I remained frozen as I watched that body, my mouth gaping slightly, unable to help myself.

Faeri fell down to her knees, suddenly, she was kneeling over my legs, her mask now about my level. I could see her hazel eyes, but only just. They were eyes that seemed to fear rejection. For some reason, I couldn’t look away. She reached down with her delicate fingers, grasping onto my penis before lining it up.

“S-seriously?” I let out the words in disbelief, “You’re going to rape me?”

“It’s not rape if you want it too…” The girl looked away while responding with a pouty voice, even over the voice modulator. “You want it…”

She didn’t say it as a question but as an insistence. She needed me to want it as badly as she did. I’d like to say I was a stronger man, but her smell, her appearance, and her body had already won me over. I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to. I cursed my hormones one last time. I guess I didn’t have as much of a control over them now as I thought I had gained.

No… that wasn’t right. I was just using them as an excuse. The realization dawned on me. They were all just excuses. My previous life, I had died a chain-smoking alcoholic a step away from losing his job. Once my wife cheated on me, I fell apart and died an early death in my thirties. No one would suggest I had it together as an adult. In my new life, I fell back into the same old behaviors of self-indulgence. I just convinced myself it was okay because I was a kid. It was just a victim of my hormonal swings.

Perhaps, my hormones had something to play in very beginning. I defended my bad decisions. I defended thinking with my dick. I just convinced myself I was a teenager, so there was no helping it. Perhaps I was always just lying to myself. I needed to start taking responsibility for my actions. The truth was, I’m just a horny guy who likes to fuck lots of hot women!

As Faeri lowered herself on my cock, I wanted it. I wanted to taste her! Even with my sister in captivity, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to try more pussy. That’s the kind of man I was. I was the kind of man who while searching for his missing sister would eat a strange girl’s pussy and then fuck her kidnapper! This didn’t mean I didn’t care about Hannah, but given the situation, it wasn’t like I had a choice. I could either sit back and cry over being taken advantage of, or I could take pleasure when pleasure was offered. I chose the later, to take control of this situation.

“Aiiii!” I reached out and grabbed Faeri’s hips, then pushed her body down, impaling her on my cock.

She let out a shocked cry as I forced my dick into her tight body. Her pussy felt hot, wet, and smooth. I immediately pulled her towards me, biting her neck with my teeth. She cried out again and resisted for a second, fear and regret flashing in her eyes. However, she couldn’t fight against me now that she had fallen in my grip. I bit hard enough to cause her pain, but I wasn’t looking to injure her. Instead, my tongue flicked furiously against her neck and I sucked loudly.

“Too rough…” Faeri panted with what I could see of her face contorted in pain as she started to realize my intentions were dangerous, but I ignored her words.

If she wanted to fuck, she was going to fuck on my terms, and I decided not to go gentle on the woman who had imprisoned my sister. I bit harder, eliciting a moan from her, and then picked her up, pushing her down on to the cold floor. Faeri didn’t resist at all as I got on top of her and started fucking her. I may not be able to use her to escape, but at this moment, I’d use her for my own satisfaction.

“Ahh… ahhhnn… hah…” Faeri let out cute noises under me as I enjoyed her body.

My brain felt somewhat numb. Thinking about Hannah, or the fact that I was chained to the wall, or about when someone would come to rescue me, all of that was too difficult to think about. Instead, all I had to think about was the warmth of her body and the smooth feel of her skin in the dark. I could listen to the moans she made ruined only a bit by the voice modulator around her neck. I wanted to kiss her on the lips. I moved forward to grab the mask, but her hands reached up and grabbed my wrists instantly, not allowing me to do so.

Her eyes held a strange light as if even she was regretful that she wasn’t taking it off, but she wouldn’t budge her hands no matter how forceful I tried to be, so I gave up, attacking her breasts with my tongue and fingers instead. Using my hands, I squeezed them together, nipping and licking both nipples aggressively in the dark.

My hips rocked as I thrust into the beautiful girl in my arms. I couldn’t see her face, but I could feel her body. Her heart was racing. I could feel it beating in her chest pressed up against my ears. I could feel her gasping, hot air blowing down the back of my head after each thrust of my hips. I could feel her body writhe under me, adjusting and moving with my thrusts as I fucked her. Her pussy was inviting and hot. She smelled sweet like candy.

I lost track of how long I thrust into her in the dark as she clung onto me tightly. Our bodies turned completely sweaty as time went on, our panting becoming rugged as we worked against and with each other. The feel of this woman under me, her smell, her taste, it brought me into a euphoric trance that just went on and on.

I didn’t know if it was the adrenaline from being captured, the stress of the last few days, or a subconscious disgust over the woman under me, but I was able to go longer and harder than ever before. With mom, I barely lasted a few minutes. With Faeri under me, it felt like we just kept going. My urge to quickly cum was overridden from my need to pound this girl like an obsession. My hips moved rhythmically, filling her up over and over again, never thinking about the end, only enjoying the moment.

Her hands glided over my sweaty back. My hands glided over her sweaty, naked body. The smell of her sweet sex, the soft mechanical noises of her moans, the feel of her pussy. We fucked on and on. It felt like it lasted hours.

“Ahn… I’m cumming again…” Faeri’s voice was soft. “I can’t take any more… brother is too much…”

All of her movements were soft. From the moment I pushed her down, the sadistic crazy woman seemed to be replaced once again with someone completely unrecognizable. Perhaps this was some alternate personality? I didn’t even mind her calling me brother.

“I’m almost done.” I murmured in her ear, kissing it and causing the girl to gasp while tightening her grip on my arms.

“Don’t cum in me.” She breathed. “Not yet. Ah!”

As soon as she said this, I started picking up the pace, giving Faeri hard jackhammer movements as I plowed her pussy. I could feel her cumming around me, and the effect of her incredible body and the strange connection that we seemed to share built me to my breaking point.

“Ahhhh…” I let out a moan.

“Outside… take it out…” Faeri hit my arms.

I grabbed her hips and forced myself deep inside her. Immediately, my penis began to cum deep inside her womb. She let out a cry as she felt the warm seed burst out. Naturally, I did it because she told me not to! This was the only level of vengeance I could take on the woman at this particular moment. However, she didn’t resist or push me away. Instead, she held me tightly, even cumming again herself as she felt it fill her womb.

“Ahn… it’s inside. You… naughty boy… I said not to. I could get pregnant.” Faeri panted in a displeased voice, her head falling back as her body finally started to relax.

She had been clinging tightly to me for nearly an hour. At this moment, all the exhaustion and soreness from fucking on a concrete floor hit the both of us.

“I just gave you what you wanted? Didn’t you want my seed? Have a baby?” I teased the woman under me.

“Nn… not me. For… others…” Faeri spoke those words very lightly, and a moment later her eyes closed.

Did… did she seriously just fall asleep in my arms? This woman truly lacked any preservation at all. Now that my own brain was starting to work and I had released my desires on this woman, I was starting to think about using her as a hostage again. Of course, I was not even sure If I was strong enough to restrain her, let alone make a trade for my sister. If I miscalculated, it could mean major retaliation.

As I thought about what to do with this sleeping person in my arms, my eyes wandered down her body. She had a tattoo of a primrose on the lower corner of her hip. That must be some kind of means of identifying fellow gang members. My fingers traced her lovely body, goosebumps following my fingertips as I guided them down her perfect body.

My hands pulled back in shock when I noticed something sticky and dark on Faeri’s leg. I immediately touched my own penis and felt something similar before I put my hand up to my eyes. There was a distinct iron smell emanating from the dark stuff. It was clearly blood. That would mean that Faeri was a virgin, or very nearly one. Just who was this woman who gave her virginity to me five minutes after we met?

I reached up to grab the mask, my fingers tangling through her midnight black hair. My hand barely touched the edge when her hand sprang up and caught my wrist.

“No peeking…” The girl said, pulling out of my arms and finally standing up.

She grabbed her robes and threw them back over her shoulders while I remained lying on the cold cement floor. I didn’t try to grab her anymore. I could only stare in wonder.

“So, did you enjoy your sister Faeri?” She asked teasingly as she dressed.

“Why did you do this?” I asked.

“Why not? I already pegged you for a siscon. Why else would you have come so far?” Faeri asked as she turned and walked to the door. She stopped right at the door, only tilting back with her head. “I wouldn’t look forward to rescue. The abandoned factory address you were given is just a front. The police will find nothing there. However, you’ve pleased me. I’ll show you your precious Hannah tomorrow. I’ll put you in a cell right next to her even, so she can always see… how you treat your sisters. If you continue to please me, I might even release her, eventually. However, you… you’re mine now.”

“And who are you?” I demanded, finally sitting up.

“I’m just a girl from another world.” She responded.

The color left my face as the door opened and closed, cutting me off in the darkness.

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