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While Anahel ran over, Mirina looked at the fallen Lanarin girl. What did the older one mean? Had things just got more complicated. The win was probably still a good thing. The prince certainly needed allies. But as she thought more about the fight and what was said, she had a feeling things were going to get awkward at least in the short term. She watched the young Lanarin, now studying Maxim and Anahel. She shifted and sat up. Looking at Maxim with a new hunger in her eyes. "You beat me fairly. Smart trick. Kept punching and I probably overpowered you eventually. Well, as for Allies, the Anina still needs to convince the others, but you have a chance." She looked over Anahel holding him like that. "Hmmm, you his woman? Expected him to have some fragile human princess for that." Was there a reason for that question? Maxim had to wonder, especially how the girl was looking at her. "Holy Anahel is my ally. Sent from the gods to help me restore my kingdom. I have no wife nor woman engaged to me at this time. That has to wait until after my kingdom is restored, as my father did not make arrangements before the war." He was sure his father had begun talks with various kingdoms, but no official agreements had been made. It was his responsibility to look for a wife soon. Perhaps find an ally, more importantly have heirs of his own. That had to wait though. He would have much more success after the war and officially becoming king. The first kingdom to successfully defeat Vanoria, favored by the gods. The Lanarin though, studied Anahel's reaction as he said that. Her reaction. Unaware Mirina and Anahel planned to find a way to make her Maxim's woman and eventually wife and queen.

She struggled to shake Maxim off, hit him against the ground. But his grip was tight. She was impressed he chose that technique, pleased. A sign he had some understanding of them. The struggle continued for a moment. His grip and position were too strong. She looked to the older Lanarin watching them. Mouth opened, but could only get her breath out. "Release her, boy. You have won." She called out and Maxim let go. She dropped to the ground, limp for now, as she caught her breath. The older woman gave Maxim a strange smile. "I will call for the other elders of our people. We will at least consider your idea. You all just wait here. Take some time to enjoy your prize, boy. You have won more than you realize." She walked away back towards the camp to tells others and send messages to the other camps. Maxim sat to rest, regain some of his energy.

She was not planning to let Maxim win, there was just a context to all this none of the humans or the angel had picked up on. Still, both took the fight seriously. Showing signs of light soreness or bruising as they went. Maxim was still trying to give the impression he was fighting conventionally and trying to overpower, while looking for the opening. Eventually it came, looking like they were going into another grapple, he shifted behind her. Taking his leg to the back of her knees, and pushed her to the ground. He put his arm around her neck. Going for a choke, as if a predator going for the prey. The intention being to make her surrender before passing out, not technically going for a kill.

It looked Anahel would remain out of this. There was little reason not to trust the Lanarin that Mirina could see. If Maxim was in danger, it would only be because of some freak accident. The fight dragged on. Some of Mirina's suspicions were correct. Maxim likely did not have a chance if she did not hold back. She was testing him though. How strong he was, how well he could fight. If he genuinely overpowered her, that would be even better. But victory just required he impress her enough and put up a good fight. He was doing well so far, but he had to prove he could do it for an extended period of time as well. Maxim was picking it up as well. Difference between human and Lanarin. In a pure contest of strength, he was unlikely to win. He was keeping up for now, but she was likely to wear him down eventually, she probably had more stamina as well. So he kept his eyes open. Looking for a moment, becoming the hunter himself, thinking like her. Looking for an opening where he could find some technique for a real victory.

The two struggled for sometime. It was animalistic in a sense. One on one, man vs woman. It went back and forth a little, one pressing the other down, only to get free. Each got a few punches on the other, but they just came back for more. Maxim managed to knee her in the gut and throw her to the ground. She grunted in pain but quickly rolled away and back to her knees, glaring at him intensely. ”Do you intend to help, mistress, or see if he can win on his own?” Mirina asked as they fought. As a prince, she was sure Maxim had some training in hand to hand fighting. But the girl was strong and fought in a wild manner, a hunter of beasts, a technique meant to kill prey. But was this something else? Was she testing how strong he was? The older woman said it was not a fight to the death or serious injury, but beyond that, how much was she holding back?

“Don’t worry. You will get that soon. Just another moment with Ashley.” Anya had been doing well, she did not want to keep her waiting much longer. Hopefully she would enjoy that idea later. Help give Ashley a new sort of on the job lesson. It was the sort of thing Ashley maybe needed most. Ashley was beginning to understand, how much the other girls could really love this, enjoy it for more than the money. She was looking forward to it. Anya teaching her alongside a customer, helping her please him, maybe being pleased by him. The two of them working together. The thought turned her on more. It built her up, to an orgasm of a new intensity for her. For all the things that come later, but also for Anya specifically. She followed instructions, almost reflexively, her understanding Anya could teach her much. Make her the girl she was remade to be. She let out noises like she had never made, and came hard for the girl she accepted as a…teacher? It was hard to say exactly what Anya was for her now.

Sorcery was forbidden. Sorcery is evil. Sorcery is sin. That was what Zorn heard all his life. His people were tormented for it. They went to war with the gods themselves. They fought across the world, all the way to the gods' home on Earth. That land was destroyed by the power released by both sides. The gods abandoned the world. But they would not have left until all the sorcerers were dead. A last of wrath. Zorn and his people had to resort to desperate act, to call open all their power, and make a sacrifice of all their women. The power of men and women were different. And they were calling on the aid of other powers. Different from the gods. Rivals in power, but alien. Perhaps gods of other peoples. The women knew what was asked of them, let it happen so their people could survive. Hopefully they would find other women to rebuild their population. When the event was over, they had disappeared from the world. Found themselves in another realm. Similar to Earth, but different. The magical energies surrounded them to almost overwhelming degrees. The sky almost glowed. The sun and moon appeared like massive gems in the sky. The sorcerers drew upon the power of the land. It made them even stronger. Zorn and other leaders felt almost like gods. Indeed back on Earth they almost rivaled the gods. They lost the war, but it was closer than the gods would dare to admit. Small as they were in population, they did not immediately take a great territory. Focused instead on building a great city. Vast towers and great mansions made of gold, silver and gems, reinforced by magic. It stood out in a seemingly empty land. They were not alone, though. Eventually they came. A leader made their way to Zorn's tower in the middle of the city. Long silver hair, dark purple skin, glowing red eyes, vast golden glowing wings. A woman's figure...naked...four breasts, in two pairs, one above the other. Her voice echoed, almost sung, had an inherent power. "Welcome, child of the mortal world. You have made yourself a place in our home." Zorn was cautious, diplomatic. He sensed great power in this being. He also needed to learn more. "My name is Zorn. We apologize if we have trespassed. But our survival required an escape to unknown lands. What should I call you, your people, this place?" The figure smiled. "We know your past. The war against the false gods. Treacherous children of their betters. You may call me Shuruka. You could call my people...fairies, or fae if like. We are the children of the true rulers of the universe, who brought you here." That was interesting. The sorcerers were vaguely aware of such beings, made deals with them, drew upon their power. But never made direct contact with them. "You honor me with this visit, Shuruka, but is their a greater purpose to it?" The fairly laughed an unearthly laugh. "I am here to make to make a deal with you personally. And my people with yours. This world can be yours. Eventually you can reclaim your own. Your false gods have invaded this world with their angels. We ask your help to remove them." "A deal goes both ways. You offer the world, but what do you offer us to begin a fight with those who broke us? "I offer what you need most. I give myself to you. In your words, in your human ways, treat me as your wife. My true name is Varvanna." A true name was power, especially when magic was involved. This fairy just gave herself to him. Gave him power that could easily be abused if he chose. "This is the wish of our gods. We will give wives to all your people...come, make it official." She laid on his bed as she said this. He disrobed and followed her, had his way with her. After the night was over, she admitted fairly sex tended to be much more ritualized. She was quite pleased by his passion. That was the beginning. It was the next day, she informed him, she already carried his child. "A sorcerer like you deserves much more than a human child. Your child...your daughter. I can already feel her presence, speak to her soul. When you return to your world, it will be as a father and leader of something more than human. Do not mourn the loss of your women. They did what they needed to. The true gods have a purpose for them, though they may not reveal it." This was all planned? It seemed unnecessary. Zorn could have taken his wife even if they remained. But he did what he had to, would go from here. "Will your people accept this? You offer us a world, your people. For us to rule." "We are very powerful. But so are you. You will rule us, but in the long run. Our people will be one. It is a people who are neither human nor angel, who will return to your world. Conquer the heaves themselves. Your gods will be broken. To be used as you wish." As the days passed, more and more fairies showed up. Every sorcerer was given an new wife. There were men among the fairies as well. They seemed not completely comfortable with the decision, but considered it necessary. They taught the sorcerers to truly harness the magic of the world, to learn about the people and it's ways. The city was given to the humans, but they were advised not to leave it until they were ready to fight. To avoid the notice of the angels and their gods. They did not move immediately. Some years were spent, creating a new generation of human/fairy hybrids. Training them in their power. When they had grown strong, they made their way out. Having kept to one city, the angels had noticed their old enemy sneak into this world. The army came down on the angels with almost divine wrath. There were also pure fairies among the army. They broke the angels' connection to the gods before the attack. Destroyed all who would not swear loyalty to the fairies. Forced to go through rituals that marked them as fallen. The women were made concubines of the sorcerers, who used them to pent their anger over the old war. Gradually it was as promised. More and more of the world fell in their hands. Zorn declared himself champion of the fairy gods, a priest-emperor and his wife backed him up. Someday they would return to Earth, but for now, he was happy to continue claiming this world and his power. The humans became the rulers. The children of human and fairy near equals. The fairies obedient but mostly free. The angels made into a lower class. One subject to many magical experiments. Some were broken, gradually shifted from angel to demon. Some of the concubines had their souls eventually destroyed. Their bodies used to call back the souls of the women who had sacrificed themselves. Most became second wives to the sorcerers. Adding children that mixed angel and human to their army, something more than ordinary angel but less than fairy. Eventually it was made official, with a great ceremony. An offering of thanks to the beings who brought them here. Zorn declared the families of the sorcerers to be a new nobility, someday to be new gods as they harnessed their power. The fairies who had not married into the sorcerers' families declared a protected class. With many rights, but still to show respect and obedience to the sorcerers' families. The angels and demon declared to have the fate to serve, except for those who held the souls of the old sorceresses, who were declared priests of the new gods they sacrificed themselves for. This was the new order, the new world that was created. A world that was human, yet not. All too familiar, yet full of magic. The world of a man and people who eventually return to fight the gods again.

Aileen tilted her head in thought, amused by Ashley's reactions and finding them interesting. "Well, it isn't quite the same." Aileen commented with a smile. "She just wants you to make her into a sex hungry slut, like you. Probably not quite as submissive, though she clearly sees you as superior to herself. She is still sensitive about how much of a girl she is after all. You are making good progress though. Keep spending some time with her. Teach her well. Maybe I'll try to get a random customer or two to take both of you at the same time. You can teach her how to please a man, how to appreciate him...would you like that Ashley?" Ashley kept moaning as Anya went, finding it difficult to speak. "...Yes...yes..." She said, with an almost pleading tone.

Ashley had expected Anya to go harder and faster. She had been enjoying that, but she was caught off guard by how good it felt, the shift in the technique. The more intimate touch made up for the slow down. Kept it feeling as good, or better. "...Can't get...enough of you..." She admitted. She had plenty of fun with her friends, but this girl, older, if only by a few years, and much more developed, there were still hints of the boy she had been deep inside. Ashley wanted Anya. Not in the same way as Anya wanted Logan and Aileen, not to be on the opposite side of that sort of experience. But she wanted to come back for more, again and again. "...finish it...making me a girl...a whore like you..." She did completely consider herself a girl, but there was still progress to be made. It would probably be a longer term project, but she felt Anya could make good progress today. Every move Anya made with the dildo brought out noises that were much more enthusiastic than she usually made while having sex, even with Aileen.

It felt really good. Ashley tried to picture it as a man, as if the real thing was inside her. Someone doing her just right. It felt slightly different than other times. Better? More intense at least. While it was probably different from Anya and Aileen or Logan, she was not that submissive, there was something about Anya specifically. A lust, and a desire to learn from her. “Yes! Yes! Just for you…I want you…more…more…don’t stop…”. She wanted to keep feeling it. To find out how much Anya could teach her, how much better she could feel.

Aileen smiled approvingly at Anya. "You are a good little whore too. I'll give you a reward soon. But I want to watch you two a little longer. See what you make Ashley into." It was an appealing show. Anya was making a new sort of progress with Ashley. Ashley had learned to enjoy Aileen, but doing it with another proper woman looked like it was helping as well. "...Yes...yes...I want to know how that feels..." Ashely confirmed what Anya said. It was natural in a place like this, with so many women like Anya around. She was not able to get into it like they did. But she desperately wanted to feel it. The way they talked about how good it felt with the right customer. How Anya felt with Logan and Aileen. She was a girl now, and a whore, she wanted to feel like the others did, enjoy it like they did.

It was a pretty flexible idea, did not have a lot planned out. The day to aspect of the story being my character teaching others about magic. Magic they could be on the darker side, may or may not have to deal with people coming after them. Maybe some exploration of what the elven empire is like. Part of leaving it so open was to give you two more flexibility with your characters. You could make adjustments if you want, though what you have should fit.

It was not strictly an order from Aileen, but she was pleased to watch the adjustment to Anya's technique and see how Ashley responded. Would Ashley do it? Where would it go? What did Ashley want? Ashley was uncertain. What did she really want? Could she enjoy it like Anya did? She gave in to temptation, wanted to encourage it "Please...more...more...teach me to want it like you do..." Anya was a role model of sorts. Not extremely experienced, but older and having the frame of mind she wanted. To be excited about new customers, at least some of them, to want it. Aileen had started teaching her to enjoy it, but Anya could give her another needed push.

As the champion of the Halloween series, I could go either way. Will have to see if a Christmas one comes as easy. Not many old ideas of mine I can think of that would work as inspiration for that.

Aileen found it interesting to watch. Did Anya feel jealous? That she could not do it like a man? Ashley's procedure was still a one way thing. Anya probably did not want to become a man, but maybe would have futa, if that had been an option? She had to stick with what she had though. Help teach Ashley to love receiving it as much as she did. "Maybe I can play with you, while the boy plays with Anya, later? You can to can consider the same goal. You are a girl now, after all. Teach her well, Anya. To love it like you do. To crave it." She would not go as far with Ashley as Anya. Different things about each turned her on. But Anya could bring it out a little more in Ashley. Ashley was feeling it now. It was moving inside her in a way she had never felt. It was good. Could Aileen...could a man...make her feel like this. It was hard to say anything. She was constantly moaning and squealing in pleasure. She wanted more, but even that was hard to put into words. She was making noise like she never felt before. Feeling things she could not have imagined before. Reassuring her she made the right choice, that she wanted to be a girl. She wanted whatever Anya would give her, learn from the older girl, find out how much better this could feel.

Just out of curiosity. Since they are on a cycle of writing for a week, then weeks before coming back. I thought I would see if this gave a hint of our audience and which ones other people might like most. For the 'I'm reading it' options, I was intending people that are repeatedly rereading it, as it updates. Not just reading it once to get a sense of the story. This will include a few RPs on other clubs.

**Warning, this could will gory** The Monster Under the Bed. The Monster Inside. How long had it been. Ever since she was a little girl, it was there. Strange, hideous, inhuman. Selena had never got a real good look at it. But those eyes were there, under the bed. A genuine monster. She had tried to show her parents a few times, but it always managed to hide somewhere, out of sight. They thought it was just a story. She assumed someday it was going to hurt her, or worse. She had no idea it's real purpose. Then that night happened. She did not remember all of it, but one night it crawled out of the bed, on top of her. Before she could scream, her neck was pierced by a stinger on it's tail. Was it poison? No, it intensely relaxed her made her completely calm. Willing...to do the disgusting thing that came next. It rolled her over...she understood, as it licked her sensitive places. She got on her hands and knees...let it mount her...mate with her. In the moment it felt good. She craved it. In the morning she thought it was a dream, a horrifying dream. But then it happened again. Night after night. Gradually it seemed less disgusting. She felt a curiosity over the creature...as she finally understood what it really wanted, what it had been waiting for. She had grown more isolated as the days continued. More irritated by little things, avoiding family and friends. Spending more time in her room. Skipping school when she could, struggling through it when she could not. There was another reason for this. After the first few days, her body started shifting in weird ways. At first she wondered if it was just bruising. But it kept getting worse. Her skin gradually darkened, dried out...then got scaly. Only in patches, but they were getting bigger, and more of them. There was also the little growth on her lower back, just above her butt. That was growing...she could start to move. She was changing. Becoming more like...it. How long would it be before she could no longer hide it? How much would she look like it? A female version of whatever it was? Did she dare tell her parents? Friends? Anyone else? Could it be reversed? Or would they just lock her in cage, or worse? Do experiments on her possibly, maybe even just kill her to be safe. She could not rule those possibilities out. She dressed heavily to hide it, endured it. Only feeling comfortable at night, relaxing as she let the creature mate with her. It felt good now. There was still disgust, but she wanted it too. Eventually the creature did something new. When it came to her bed, it dropped some meet in front of her. No skin left, she had no idea what it was from. But she had been sure the thing was a predator. She was not sure how intelligent it was though. It either could not or did not speak. Only sometimes did she think it might understand what she said. Now it had gone hunting for her, brought her meal. Watched her, hoping she would eat it. With a little reluctance she picked it up. She was uneasy about strange uncooked meat. But she was changing. It was probably safe. She picked it up, took a bite. It was surprising good. After starting she ate the rest quickly and easily. Pleasing the creature. After that, he continued to bring her food. The same sort of meat. She would eat before the nightly mating. Her body had changed drastically by now. Most of the skin below her neck was changed. She had a proper tail now, though her baggy pants hid it. The nails on her feet and hands were starting to harden...lengthen, sharpen. For now though the feet still fit in her shoes. Had started wearing gloves. Her teeth too. It would not be long. Soon she would not be able to hide it. Her head would soon change too. Those close to her knew something was wrong. But not what. Finally, her mother decided to confront her. After getting home from work, she went straight to her daughter's room. Not knocking. "Selena. Are you okay? If something is bothering you, do you want to talk about it?" It was so annoying. Selena was just irritated with anyone around her. Her mother would not understand, could not understand. Well, maybe she could be changed too. But no, she did not want competition. She was the creature's mate now. No rivals could be tolerated. She mother as a threat in various ways. "Go away, mom!" She snapped. With a bitterness that surprised her mother. She held her ground, but looked said. "Please, Selena. You can trust me." She stepped forward, attempting to comfort her daughter. The opposite happened though, a burning hostility built up inside her. After a few more minutes of arguing, she snapped. She did not realize what she did until it was over. She lunged at her mother, with superhuman strength. Bit into her throat, went for the quick kill. A predator hunting her prey. Killing her rival. By the time it was over, she realized what happened, her mother was dead. She had killed her own mother. She felt the tears at the realization. But, she also felt...hunger. It did not take long to figure out. Her mate, what she was becoming. They were predators. Humans were their primary prey. That was what he had been feeding her. She was now eating her own mother's body. She could not stop herself. She was trying to destroy evidence. But it also tasted good. She ripped off her clothes as she did. There was no going back. She was not human anymore. Then came her father's voice. Calling for her mother, for her. She was still focused on her meal though. Ate more as he slowly approached. She wanted him to see this. And he did. "...Oh my Gog?!...Selena?!...What are you?...What did you?..." He was sick, emptied his stomach at the sight of his wife, having been killed and being eating by their daughter...who was unrecognizable, except for her bloodstained face. The room covered in blood, her mother's body ripped apart, much of the insides devoured and showing signs of the damage. She smiled at him. Not the smile of his daughter though. A monster's smile. Alien, cruel, hungry. "...Come here...daddy..." She slowly crawled towards him, her new tail swaying back and forth. "...No!...No!..." She ran from the room. But Selena chased him. It was a game. She would let hum run, struggle. But she blocked every attempt at escape. He would not leave the house again. She let the fear run through him. She realized it. Her mind had been changing too. Thinking more like the creature she was becoming, abandoning humanity. Seeing humans as food, nothing else. She eventually pinned him down in a corner of the basement. His screams echoing as she finished him off began eating him as well. That night she shared what was left with her mate. They stuck around a little, hunting anyone who tried to check on the house. The police were extra fun. She suspected their guns were still dangerous. But that made it better now. Her head had transformed too at this point. Ears pointy and sticking out. Two big thick horns, her eyes a bright orange, that glowed in the dark. They learned to communicate. Her mate did not speak like humans, but did make sounds what were in fact a complicated language. She learned to understand it, speak it. They decided they needed to find a new home, the process of changing her was complete. Eventually more drastic measures would be taken with the house. Too much for them. They needed something more isolated. Where they could hunt. Where they could be safe...all three of them. Selena could feel it. She was carrying his child. It made her happy. To give birth and raise another creature like them. A boy. Who would someday find a human girl like her, and repeat the process. The circle of life. Brutal, bloody, beautiful. That was what Selena now thought.

I'm not sure if that is possible, without changing the type of club (even that might not do it, but not sure). Even if it was, I'm not sure that would get many more votes. I doubt many people are looking at the polls and deciding not to vote because they would have to join.

Should get something up over the weekend. If only my artist friend over at Skynet could do a little better.

I did enjoy the one we had years ago, short as it was. Challenge 25 though. Will have to see if I can come up with anything for that. Even with the usual time frame, that one would not be easy for me.

That character could work. Either as an elf or succubus, 'dark' side of the angel story. I was thinking there could be some exploration of supernatural realms, worlds of some of the gods (figure there are many). If she is the succubus version, she could be connected to one of them. Or she could be a mix, an elf, maybe another apprentice, but changed/given power by one of those gods. I was thinking they are in a more isolated area, a 'witch' as my character studies magic not approved of by the Elven empire. It might start conventional at first but then go darker later. Another possibility I was thinking of, if both of you like it, while mxf would be limited to some occasional stuff with Allie's character, there could be futaxf mixed in as well. If we include that, possibly one way for my character to power to yours. That instead of conventional semen she pumps something more magical into them, the first time is needed for them to use magic at all, and additional times give them more power (or perhaps just need it every so often to cast magic at all).

I was waiting to see if I was going to be one of the people qualified for that (got half the requirement for it). But does not bother me if it does not happen. It was a nice bonus, but I’m after the credits as usual.

Ashley closed her eyes and took a breath as Anya began to go to work. Tried to imagine it was a man. One who was frustrated, came here for relief and chose her of all the girls. It was still a strange experience for her, when she had men. There was some pleasure, but it was not completely natural yet. Of course she still knew what it really was, which shifted the experience. It felt good, different from those, a little different from Aileen. She moaned softly and squirmed a bit. It was good, she waited to see how Anya might ramp it up.

**I'm mixing a few sources here, an old private bulletin plus characters from other stories (public and private)** It was the new big fad. ‘Cosplay taken to the next level’. A full body suit, you synced to an image and it made you into a copy of the character. Play some samples and it would shift your voice. As long as it was human shape and in average human size, it could do anything. You could be any character you want, no matter who it was…even the opposite gender. There was a big Halloween event. He had been invited to it, everyone was expected to bring a suit, pick a character…with a twist. Everyone was picking a character of the opposite gender. The implication being you were supposed to get some action, feel what it was like for the opposite gender. He chose from a new hit series. Alexandrine Deforest. An older magical girl, last survivor of a previous generation. Trying to rebuild her life and find a new team. He, ‘she’, arrived at the party location, a nice looking hotel rented out for the occasion. It certainly felt like a Halloween party at another level. A huge mix of people, resembling so many fiction settings, popular and obscure. Some tried to be more in character than others. Of course most people knew what they were looking for. She was expected to find a ‘man’, a woman in man form technically. She was nervous about it. It felt so weird. But there was a curiosity, to feel what it was like as a woman, with a man. Knowing the man was really a woman under the suit made it a little more appealing. She made her way through the crowd, giving short introductions, getting used to her new voice. She was not really sure what she was looking for. Eventually she felt an aggressive slap to her ass. She looked back to see an impressive figure. From a series of novels she was familiar with. The figure was one Emperor Urbanus, of the Empire of Vanoria. A powerful, cruel empire. Known for enslaving its conquests…and putting the women through a sexual sort of slavery. ”I know your kind.” He spoke. At least somewhat in-character. “A broken woman. You have been beaten in war. Your comrades slaughtered. You feel dull inside, worthless…” Did she want to go this far. She was sure he would be very rough with her, though not nearly as rough as if they were really in his story. “…Give me something to fight for, make me feel…I will call you master.” She answered, semi-in character as well. He took her up to a room, they quickly undressed and she was forced to her knees, to see the shaft, erect, pointing at her. “Go on, earn your place at my side.” He insisted. It felt weird, but she took it into her mouth. Sucked on it various ways. Following his advice, bobbing her head, feeling it with her tongue. He did not let her escape the experience of tasting and swallowing it. He wondered how much that was in character, or the woman under the suit wanting him to experience it. They went at it for some hours. Urbanus aggressively had his way with Alexandrine. On her back, on her hands and knees. He pulled her hair, slapped her a little, spanked her. And did not hold back in the repeated pounding her gave her. She was no virgin, but this was different. The pleasure intense. Half way through, she had started calling him master, playfully at first, more genuinely as they went. She had never felt like this before. She felt she could get lost in this. It continued after the party. The suits would be put on, and they would meet in various times and places. Alexandrine would forget her old life temporary. Forget she was a man. Forget the modern world. She became a woman dedicated to pleasing her ‘master’. All the troubles of the real world temporarily abandoned, to feel the pleasure of him inside her. It was a secret thing between the two of them, neither had any idea who the other person was for real, except ‘Alexandrine’ was a man and ‘Urbanus’ a woman. They were fine with that though. This was their little escape, To temporarily become very different people. Overtime it became ‘darker’. More intense BDSM, embracing the master/slave aspect. Sometimes Alexandrine was shared with other men. She did not know if they were really men or not, and she did not care either. It felt too good, too right, **Alexandrine** **Emperor Urbanus of Vanoria**