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Siring

By Enkidu

Chapters 1&2 (M/F, exhib.)

1.
Welcome to Earth!

	What a strange dream.  There I am lying in bed when the ceiling
opens up. A faint flickering light comes through along with
shuffling, inconsistent sounds of movement. There's a vapor
sifting in, heavy and sweet-smelling, and then the dream ends.
	My first thought on waking up was that I must've knocked the
pillow out of bed and my sheets felt different. A strange
aftertaste lingered in my mouth and the dream, half-remembered,
still nagged at me. Still, I was calm enough until I opened my
eyes. Then I quickly bounced out of bed, suddenly as wide awake
as if a bucket of water had been dropped on me. I had no idea
what this room might be, but the one place I could be sure I was
not was my little one-bedroom apartment. It seemed to be the
inside of a stone building. The room was large enough to fit my
apartment twice over and at least three meters high. There was
daylight coming through some tall, thin windows across from the
bed, and - suddenly my observations were interrupted by the heavy
wooden door to my right creaking open. A white-bearded, slightly
wrinkled face peeked in at the bed, then grinned seeing I was up
and stepped inside. He was dressed in a long robe from head to
foot, colored in a deep blue, and carrying a brown satchel.
Seeing me back away from him in alarm, he halted, dropped the bag
and raised his hands palm-outward in a universal peaceful
gesture.
	"gala-bala-bum streeshknh?" he asked... and for some reason
expected an answer.
	"Ummm..." I ventured, while looking for any other door than the
one the crazy old guy in a blue dress was blocking.
	"Ah, nukka-bukka-sam-bam pashtrin-bala!" he waved me toward the
bed with one hand while opening the bag on the floor with
another. I gave up. Whatever was happening was just too strange.
Lacking any idea whatsoever as to how to proceed (short of
jumping out the window) I allowed my knees to buckle and sat back
down on the edge of the bed, just noticing that instead of a
polyester blend it seemed to be covered in a heavy natural fabric
- linen?
	Gibbering on in his own language, the old man brought a few
objects from the bag and stopped in front of me. Gesticulating at
his ear then at my own, he held out what looked like a small
acorn. Taking it from him and finding that, sure enough, it was
an acorn, I stared in confusion. He repeated the earlier signals,
gesturing at the fruit in my palm then pointing with his finger
at his ear, then at me. No shit.
	"Stick your acorn in your own damn ear you old freak!" I felt
like knocking him out then and there, my panic growing with every
new oddity. He backed away slightly, bowed and raised his hands
again to placate me, but then kept insisting until, finally, what
the hell... I raised the stupid acorn to my ear and wedged it in.
For a second nothing happened then a deafening, cracking sound
and an immense pressure inside my ear sent me reeling backwards
onto the bed. Surprisingly, there was very little pain from the
shattering acorn, and I soon jumped back up ready to really knock
the old bastard's teeth out this time. Far from thinking he'd
done anything wrong, he was staring at me with an intent,
expectant, predatory look on his face. He quickly raised one hand
as I started towards him:
	"Wait! Wait, just wait a moment, will you? You are perhaps able
to understand me now!"
	"What the hell!" I stopped in my tracks and stared blankly at
him.
	"Aha! Good." He reached out and turned my head, peering into the
ear he'd assaulted. "No bleeding, even; you're lucky."
	"What the hell is going on?" I finally burst out in sheer panic
and bewilderment "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you
think you're doing to me and-" I kept going for a while. Mr.
Wizard, as I finally realized I should call him, rolled his eyes
at me, grabbed his little brown satchel and just sat down on the
bed, looking at me with an alternately amused and bored
expression.
	"Done?" He asked as I wound down "Well, good, because I couldn't
understand a word you said. Don't look at me like that, and no,
please don't start up again. Just listen, good man, there is an
easy way to speed this up: trust me. Look, I haven't actually
hurt you in any way yet, have I? And you must be curious about
all this, so let us finish these preparations so we may have a
simple conversation. Don't worry, this next part isn't nearly as
bad."
	I gave up and accepted a little vial of green liquid and drank
it down - horrible stuff, like medicinal alcohol combined with
vomit and rancid oil - then washed it down with the flask of
water he thoughtfully provided. At least it was better than a
bomb in my ear.
	"Horrible stuff, I know." he continued "We've been doing this
for a century now and never found any reliable way to make it
taste like anything but sweat and paint-remover. Well, what are
you waiting for, you can talk now."
	"W-what?" I  stammered incredulously, still trying to get the
taste of the potion out of my mouth.
	"Yes, what, very good. I suppose the `what' is the elixir you
drank. Never mind the ingredients, best not to know" he
shuddered.
	"So you can understand me now? How is that possible, is this,
what, magic?"
	"Yes, of course. We're quite skilled here, far more advanced
than the primitive curses and blessings you might be familiar
with in your world. Why just in my own tower, I've..." He trailed
off, staring at me staring at him. "Though from the look on your
face, your world might not have much magic at all?"
	"Um, none, actually. I mean, we have stories about it, but-"
	"Oh, when will you people learn?" He started pacing the room in
exasperation "Not everything can be solved with levers and wheels
and, I mean, how does a civilization gain any footing at all
without the elementary workings of..." He sighed, seeming to
remember he was meant to be carrying on a conversation, and
turned back to me. "But I beg your pardon. I am here to welcome
you to our world, put to rest any questions you may have to which
I possess answers, and finally to entreat your aid."
	I braced myself for bad news as he clasped his hands behind his
back and stared into the distance as if he were delivering a
lecture.
	"Welcome, good sir. My name is Classus. You are no longer in
your own realm of existence. This is the city of Espera, the only
one of its magnificence in this world. Please do not ask me the
methods by which you were brought here - we cannot divulge our
secrets. Suffice it to say it was done at great effort and
material cost, for our need is dire. We wish to ask that you
remain with us for some years. No need for alarm!" He quickly
added, seeing my eyes widen. "We will not keep you here
forcefully, and no matter the length of time you spend here, we
can return you to the same moment in time in your own world. We
also believe that the terms of your stay on Earth... or is that
your term for your own world as well? Well, no matter, that seems
to be the way of things - we believe the terms of your stay will
be more than pleasant for you." I believe the words `shit-eating
grin' were invented exactly for the old creep's expression in
that second. "You may even grow to call it home. I trust the rest
of our conversation would proceed more smoothly if I were to give
you a short length of time to consider the matters of which we've
already spoken?"
	"Yes, please...one question, though. Am I dreaming?"
	"If you were would it be such a terrible dream?" Asked the
wizard with a slight smirk "And it only gets better. In any case,
I will return in the morning. I shall also send some servants in
to care for your needs until then. The subjects of this land are
my own, and I offer you their use freely" he intoned as if this
were a common good-bye, and as I was still chewing on that last
remark, closed the door behind him. The panes of glass on the far
wall were bathed in orange light. I let myself fall back on the
bed and stared at the nice, peaceful ceiling for a while.




2.
The Palace Servants

	It wasn't long before I heard a slow, insistent knock on the
door. That at least was reassuring, suggesting I was being
treated as a guest and not a prisoner. I walked over to the
immense mass of wood and strained at the handle, slowly turning
it open. Whatever Classus' wizardly power might amount to, the
door was certainly mundane enough: a huge expanse of fresh wood,
covered in what looked to be a bit of lacquer, bound here and
there with strips of iron as wide as my palm. I lost all concern
for it though, once I saw what was behind it.
	I found myself staring into the eyes of a tall, powerfully-built
woman. Her complexion looked European, her long black hair was
tied behind her back and she sported a golden armlet. Most
striking, though, was her dress. She wore a golden collar around
her neck. From it, all about her body, dangled dozens of
fist-wide strips of lightweight red cloth which fell in a relaxed
way to her only other accessory, a belt, looping once through it
then dropping to below her knees. Maintaining eye contact, she
kneeled, leaning toward me, and crossed her wrists palm-upwards
below her chin, cupping her hands slightly. Her face was a bit
squarish, with a high forehead. Though apparently young, it was
impossible to guess her age.
	"Glad your presence, free your gifts, Sire. My name, if it
please you, is Cara." She stood again slowly, a slick, muscular
thigh momentarily parting the hanging red strips of fabric. "I am
to bring you servants to see to your wishes tonight. May we begin
by building a fire? The Sires Magister expect a chilling fog
after midnight." She gestured at several younger girls behind
her, all of which were carrying various bundles.
	"Umm, yes, thank you, yes of course." I struggled to maintain my
composure, faced with her somewhat intimidating presence. At
this, she smiled, gave a slight nod and stood aside gesturing to
her companions. They filed past without saying a word, each
glancing at me but seemingly afraid to look me in the eye. There
were four of them, all dressed exactly like Cara. As they walked
from the dim hallway to  the sunset-lit room, my breath stopped
in my throat: the dresses were their only clothing! The very
first girl, a middle-eastern-looking, voluptuous young woman, was
carrying a bucket of steaming water in front of her, leaning her
shoulders back a bit to offset the weight. Her posture caused the
strips of cloth to separate around her chest, letting the tops of
two creamy mounds of flesh peek through, topped by large, dark
aureoles. The next girl, stepping quickly in with a heavy bundle
of wood, showed her bare hip, and as she and the third one bent
to drop their burdens next to the fireplace, they offered
glimpses of bare buttocks. I felt my face burning and turned away
to stare at the window. I heard the girl with the bucket filling
a wash-basin on a stand next to me as the last woman placed
several object on the windowsill.
	"There is soap and a blade, Sire." Intoned Cara from the
doorway.
	"Err, yes, thank you."
	"You are most gracious, Sire. There is also a mouth-brush."
	"Right. Good." I studiously kept my eyes fixed at the sky
outside, my head swimming, trying not to fixate on the glimpses
of flesh I'd gotten so far.
	"We do not know how long your trip has lasted, Sire."
	"Yes, of course."
	"May I have your servants bring you a bath, then?" She continued
in an uncertain tone.
	"Yes, good, right." I answered mechanically, and before I
realized what I'd said, she'd already sprung into action.
	"Sellie, Nilappe, bring more hot water. We will see to your
meal, Sire. We have pheasant tonight, and also chickens and a
lamb from the farms. There are potatoes and beans and peas with
sauce. What is your desire?"
	This was getting surreal. I sheepishly answered "chicken and
potatoes" and heard them finally march out of the room. I
continued staring out the window, trying to calm myself by
finding something familiar on which to rest my eyes.
	The countryside at least looked peaceful enough. It was a
pastoral landscape, not quite as grungy as I knew a medieval town
should be, yet still inescapably pre-industrial. I seemed to be
in a fairly high tower. Classus probably wanted to show off, give
me a room with a view. Or maybe keep me from hopping out. Below
me, the palace grounds stretched to impressive scale, about ten
levels down as I could make it and wide enough that it looked
like a miniature city in itself. There were no defensive walls or
arrow towers. Past it on all sides stretched rows of buildings,
many identifiable as dwellings but others in alien
configurations, some of these belching enough smoke to make me
question my earlier assessment of this civilization as
pre-industrial. A few animal sounds and human voices drifted up.
Still, it was quiet, eerily so to an ear accustomed to the
screech of an information-age city. Aside from the improbable
scale of the palace and some oddly-colored smoke, there was
little or no sign of magic.
	My meditations were interrupted by the sound of the door.
Glancing around, I saw the first two young women from before
wheeling in an oversized bucket of steaming water. As tempting as
it was to try to catch a glimpse of bare flesh as they moved
about, I forced myself to look away and busied myself with the
basin of cooling water in front of me. I decided against trying
to shave with the straight-razor just yet. The "mouth-brush"
seemed straightforward enough and kept me busy while the two
emptied the water into a large, recessed, smooth marble pit in
one corner of the room. The fireplace was heating up by now and
my panic was subsiding. I splashed some water on my face and
waited. Cool and comfortable, with an equally comfortable roaring
fire behind me. There was less and less chance that this would
turn out to be a dream. Soon afterwards, I heard the tell-tale
sound of wheels on stone and the girls giggling as they came in
with the second half of the water. The giggling stopped abruptly
as they entered, but they ventured to look me in the eye and
smile this time around. They emptied the huge bucket again
through a spigot in its side and nudged it back toward the door,
loose cloth swishing as they walked. As I thought they were about
to leave, they instead turned and pranced quickly toward me,
leather sandals slapping the stone. They stopped a step or two in
front of me and performed the same ritualized greeting Cara had
used, kneeling and cupping their crossed, upturned palms below
their chins as they looked me in the eye. They both had
middle-eastern features and skin tone, dark wavy hair down to
their shoulders, both more than a head shorter than me, one
slightly thinner than the other.
	"Glad your presence, free your gifts, Sire." They both repeated,
not quite in a chorus, grinning and barely restraining nervous
giggles.
	"Please, get up" I said, trying not to try to get a glimpse of
their cleavage between the shifting red layers of cloth.
	They rose quickly, pushing a few strands of hair out of their
faces, bosoms shifting beneath their dresses. The one whose
physique was a bit more filled out started talking again. As she
stood, the layers of her dress had rearranged so as to leave one
breast free, a heavy, perfectly rounded, delicious looking
grapefruit topped by a large dark areola and a proud, tapered
nipple. She didn't seem to mind my glance in the least bit
(though she couldn't have missed it) and made no attempt to cover
up again, smiling as she talked.
	"You are most gracious, Sire. My name, if it please you, is
Sellie. Cara sends word that your meal will be sent up within the
hour and begs your leave to eat at your table tonight."
	Now there is something which I have not mentioned as yet. At the
time I was abducted by... humans... I was asleep. This means I
was in my pajamas. Plain gray, long sleeves and pants, nice
comfortable cotton blend. And no underwear. Lost in this new
world, my clothing had not been a concern until now. As terrified
as I'd been at first, even the dance of the seven veils wouldn't
have gotten a rise out of me. Now, though, after relaxing a
while, and under the constant influence of the servants' unusual
attire, the girls' presence was no longer just bewildering and
embarrassing, but arousing, and I wanted to get the conversation
over with before my problem became visible.
	"Yes, Sellie, please tell her that would be... good." I
swallowed and tried as best I could to ignore the lovely single
tit begging to be squeezed in front of me, expecting them to
leave. I could feel my bloodflow shifting around my genitals.
They stood their ground, though, still smiling pleasantly and the
slimmer one piped up.
	"If it please you, Sire, my name is Nilappe. Do you wish our
service bathing?" She motioned gently with her head toward the
marble tub in the corner.
	I froze. Were these two gorgeous creatures offering to strip me
down and bathe me? I stared for a couple of seconds, my jaw going
slack, then quickly shook my head and managed to say "No, thank
you, I'll manage, I'm fine, really." This time it was I who
caught them sneaking a peek down to my midsection. Their smiles
broadened and Sellie insisted:
	"Most gracious, Sire, but there is time enough for leisure
before your meal. Will you allow us to make your experience
more... pleasant?" Her nimble tongue darted out to moisten her
soft, full lips.
	"No, no, really, you can leave, it's alright." I swallowed
again, watching their smiles fade a bit. Then they gave each
other an encouraging look and Nilappe gave it one last try:
	"Then is there any other service you desire from us?" This time
her eyes were staring pointedly at my crotch as she emphasized
the word "desire". I didn't have to look down to know I was at
least at half-mast. After getting turned down one last time, they
nodded with a somewhat confused look on their faces and turned
around, exiting the room in a ballet of red fabric and
split-second glimpses of calves, thighs, backs, buttocks.... Why
oh why hadn't I ordered a cold bath? I had been very tempted to
take them up on what I hopefully assumed to be their very
generous offer, but half a dozen fantasy stories of succubi and
vampires made me opt for blue balls instead.
	Still, the hot water did a good deal to calm me down even though
it cooled quickly against the stone, and I had more than enough
time to bathe, get dressed again, and take stock of my
surroundings. I discovered a stone plug (with my tail-bone) which
let the water out of the tub. The palace did have its own
drainage system. One of the benefits of magic, apparently, was
iron-age indoor plumbing. A small table sat halfway between my
bed and the fireplace. By the time my dinner knocked on the door,
I had thrown another log or two on the fire, closed the windows
after noting that the town had some sort of incandescent
illumination that wasn't quite torches lining the streets, and
still had enough time to kick myself when I remembered I had
promised to eat with Cara. Still, no going back now. Maybe I
could get some information out of her.
	I opened the door and Cara motioned to the other two girls from
earlier, who proudly carried a tray of food, a clay jug of what I
later discovered to be wine and some dining utensils in and lay
the table. The cutlery consisted of an all-purpose knife and a
two-pronged fork. Good. At least I wouldn't embarrass myself not
knowing which implement to stick into the salad. I noticed none
of them performed the ritualized greeting this time. Perhaps it
was a one-time thing? Cara waited for the other two to close the
door then unceremoniously sat down on one of the chairs, flipping
the back half of her dress up as she did so, unconcerned about
flashing a glimpse at her wide hips and muscular thighs. Oh god,
now her bare bottom was all I could think about. To be that
chair! I dropped down into my own seat and started grabbing some
food, looking at my dining companion for cues as to manners. I
had little to worry about. There was no grace to be said, no
ceremony of any kind, just hearty food and presumably
conversation. As for Cara herself, she certainly would've stood
out in a Victorian drawing room even if you'd dressed her in a
hoop-skirt instead of her enticing, shredded red dress. Wiping
her mouth roughly with a dishrag and giving a little muffled
belch, she slouched back and watched me expectantly. After a bit,
I took the cue and attempted to strike up a conversation.
	"So, Cara... how much do you know about my... situation, here at
the palace?"
	She nodded, as if expecting the question: "I am one of the
magisters' aides in the laboratories and I sometimes clean the
calling chamber. I know more than the other servants, even the
other chieftesses in Espera" here she pointed to her golden
armlet "so I am less surprised by your strange bearing than
others, pardon my presumption, Sire."
	I stood aghast a bit, surprised that I seemed to finally be
getting some straightforward information.
	"No, no, presume away. I would rather learn now than later" I
said, trying and failing to copy the local diction. "How much do
you know?"
	She raised an eyebrow then quickly composed herself.
	"I know that most men, at least the ones who do not enter our
world as children, the Sires, are called across the void by
magical means, from places which are not even of this world" she
paused and gave me a searching look as I tried my best to keep a
poker-face while not picturing her taut, muscular buttocks
pressing against her chair. She spoke again. "I know that not all
Sires come from the same place, and their customs can seem
strange when they first enter our world. I know that they are
chosen by magical means by a yearning their soul has for this
world, though they may not know it, pardon me!" she seemed a bit
alarmed at her irreverent slip of the tongue but I gave a
reassuring nod and she continued: "I know that most if not all
who are called choose to remain in our world and aid us rather
than return to their own. A few leave as quickly as they arrive,
but those who remain and found their own estates are our Sires
thenceforth. And I know you were called only this morning and
awoke not long before we first met. Master Classus welcomed you
himself, and placed his servants at your disposal as is
customary."
	I was flabbergasted. Estates? I was going to have an estate? As
in, my own palace and my own serving girls in swishing red
peek-a-boo dresses?
	"How many cities are there like this one?"
	"Like Espera? None that I know of..." She hesitated "Though many
Sires gain much land in their bouts and sometimes build great
towns, the Palace of the Magisterium is unequaled."
	A-ha, I thought, not quite as great as it seemed at first,
though I suppose old Classus never promised any palaces. We spent
the rest of the meal making small-talk. I had a thousand
questions racing through my mind, but I also had had about as
much novelty as I could take for one day. The chicken was juicy,
the potatoes were well-seasoned, the wine was weak but plentiful,
the fire was warm, and I was sitting across the table from a
gorgeous, statuesque serving-girl. Chieftess. That was an
important point. I questioned her on it and learned she was not
originally from Espera, but had been somehow won in a contest by
Classus a few years ago and shipped down, then given local ruling
rights over most other servants. I was about to question her on
what exactly the title "Sire" entailed, how leadership was
decided, and a dozen other things but thought better of it. I had
enough trouble with the mishmash of new ideas I already had. We
finished the meal, rested a bit, commenting on nothing more
portentous than what a nice evening it was, and then things got
interesting. As I got up to stretch my legs a bit, I suddenly
turned to find her behind me. She was pensively fingering the
clasp on her collar with one hand and flicking the folds of a few
strips of cloth about her stomach with the other.
	"Is there... any other service you would ask of me tonight?"
	I paused, the earlier moment with the two younger girls jumping
instantly to mind. I didn't dare to assume that what she was
offering...
	"No, Cara, thank you for everything, that'll be all" I answered,
striving to sound masterful.
	"Most gracious" she said, though her smile seemed a bit forced.
She trailed a finger upward through the folds of her dress,
almost, almost to her breast. "I am not allowed to ask about the
other worlds." And before I could think of answering that
enigmatic statement, she added "I will send Sellie and Nilappe in
to clear the table and provide any other service you wish. Rest
well, Sire." She gave a slight bow of her head, turned and left.
	The two girls must have been waiting just outside the door. I
heard Cara give them some rather lengthy, hushed instructions,
then they entered and quickly made the mess on the table
disappear, then wiped it down. I pretended to glance out the
window, but it was full night already and only a few glimmering
lights dotted the city. At some point, the girls brought in a
small flask, wash-basin and a cloth and set them on a stand next
to the bed. As they were taking out the last of the refuse, they
paused by the door, glanced at me and faced each other. There
followed a quick, complex sequence of hand gestures, first one,
than the other. It looked like a sequential version of rock,
paper, scissors. Finally, Sellie rolled her eyes, huffed, grabbed
the trash and left, closing the door behind her. Nilappe turned
and walked slowly toward me, grinning. I took a step forward then
stopped, uncertain. She slowly turned until she was facing away
from me, bent slightly and reached behind her grabbing handfuls
of the strips of fabric which made up her `dress' at its hem then
started to kneel. I swallowed as my cock sprang to life inside my
flimsy pajama pants.
	"Umm, Nilappe, what are you..." My words froze in my throat. She
knelt on the floor and bent forward, bringing her hands in front
of her, and her skimpy attire with them, until she rested on all
fours, the back of her robe splayed over her back or at her
sides, her pert little ass thrust upwards. Her skin was a dark,
grayish tan, her hips only slightly rounded, still girlish. Her
vulva was surrounded by the darker shadow of her sparse pubes and
slightly parted, revealing the pink of her inner lips. Even in
the dim, flickering firelight, I could see she was already
slightly aroused. She turned her head, her loose curls falling
forward over her shoulder.
	"I ask your gifts, Sire" she mouthed, barely above a whisper,
licking her lips "however you would give them." She lowered her
head slightly but otherwise made no motion, her thighs still
shamelessly parted, her pink, moist pussy and tiny anus framed by
her taut ass-cheeks. I stared for half a minute, breathing
heavily, my cock straining against my pants. I gulped air several
times and finally managed a wavering, restrained inquiry.
	"You... want this? You want us to...?" She raised her head
slightly at this, the motion of her upper body causing a single
stretch of red silk to drape back down over her tailbone,
covering her sex. She spoke anxiously.
	"Cara told us that you had not yet chosen any women for the
night, and you have not taken any of us today and... and you seem
ready, Sire" Her eyes were fixed now on the tent in my pants. "I
only ask you to gift me with your touch, as any other woman
would." She redressed herself, shifting her head forward, lifting
her ass and reaching behind to flip the obstructing strip of
cloth over her back again, once more displaying her privates for
my consideration. She added, indecisively, speaking into the
floor with her hair draped around her face:
	"I am not infertile, Sire, and I have some knowledge of giving
pleasure in the other ways. I only ask whatever gifts you find
fit for my body."
	"Yes" I whispered hoarsely, nonsensically, still only
half-believing the sight before me.
"Yes?" She asked again, a look of nervous anticipation on her
lovely young features.
	"Yes." I repeated, more decisively. At this, she immediately
gave a short girlish squee of delight and raised herself off the
floor, turning toward me, the red folds barely concealing
anything as they trembled with her agitation. Grinning from ear
to ear, she flipped her hair out of the way, turning her head to
one side, and unclasped her collar. Then loosening her belt, she
brought the whole mass of fabric over her head and tossed it by
the side of the bed. She stood proudly before me, anxiously
rocking up onto the balls of her feet, straight as an arrow,
hands at her side. Her breasts were tiny little mouthfuls topped
by quickly stiffening, pointed nipples. A small patch of pubic
hair stretched above her mound, still thin and sparse. Her whole
body was slender, youthful.
	"How old are you?"
	"I counted my seventeenth year last month. You need not worry, I
am not entirely untaught" Nilappe bubbled "How would you like me?
Do you wish me to undress you? Do you wish anything brought here
first?"
	"No, it's alright, we can-" I could not even begin to fathom her
little outburst before her servile manners gave way to her
excitement and she took two quick steps forward and dropped to
her knees before me. She hesitated a bit at my clothing, but as
she saw me lift my shirt, she quickly grabbed the elastic of my
pants and brought it down past my cock, leaving it wobbling in
front of her face. She giggled and grinned upwards at me, then
helped me step out of my clothing. Reverently, she brought a hand
up to caress the shaft, looked at me again as if for approval,
then slowly peeled back the foreskin. She moved her hand to
cradle my scrotum as she stood up and looked back at the bed.
	"Would you like me to suck on it first? Or should I stand on the
bed so you can get behind me? Or... mph!" Her startled cry gave
way to giggling as I leaned in to embrace her, then kissed her.
She tasted fresh and clean, with a lingering aftertaste of spiced
potates. Unsure at first, she soon overcame her surprise and
brought her hands up between us, caressing my chest, then
wrapping around me. I'm far from muscular, yet Nilappe seemed to
delight in what little I had. I drew her in close, reveling in
the feel of her hardened nipples against my skin before breaking
the kiss.
	"No" I said "just lie down on the bed. I want you now."
	"Yessss!" she hissed, bouncing before me, and dove onto the
sheets, her small bottom remaining upright for a hilarious moment
before she flipped herself over and spread her legs. Her pussy
spread fully, some of the innermost pubic hairs matted by vaginal
fluid. She grinned at me as she tweaked one of her nipples while
caressing her flat, almost concave stomach with her other hand. I
knelt down between her legs and she reached up and brought me
down for another kiss, my dick nesting in her pubes. I spread her
hair out of the way and caressed her neck, her ears, her jaw as
she held the back of my head, forcing my lips against hers until
we were out of breath. Panting, she looked downwards between our
bodies expectantly. I nodded at her and she grabbed hold of my
cock and placed its head against her labia, moaning as she then
reached both hands behind me and grabbed hold of my ass cheeks. 
I drove halfway into her in one push, thoughtlessly, causing her
to whimper and gnash her teeth, bringing one hand up to beat her
tiny fist against my shoulder. I suddenly stoped.
	"Sorry!"
	"No, ah, Sire" she fought to control herself "I only need... a
moment. Please."
	"Yes" I quickly answered, though in all honesty it was taking a
monumental effort to stay still inside her. Her young love canal
was still very tight and even though I've only got an average
dick, perhaps a bit thicker than most, her small body took some
time to adjust.  I could feel the muscles relax around me,
allowing me deeper. Soon, she thrust her hips up, wordlessly
begging me to continue. Tight or not, she was now dripping wet
and we had no more problems. In a few thrusts, I could feel her
dripping onto my balls as I rested against her pelvis. I looked
at her questioningly and she smiled and nodded before closing her
eyes and digging her fingers into my buttocks. We started humping
in earnest, rapidly, breathlessly, desperately. It didn't last
long. I didn't even think to ask about pregnancy. All the
frustration of the previous day came roaring out of me. I
grunted, moaned and dove my prick into her, coming so hard that I
could feel each spurt of cum splattering inside her and
ricocheting back.
	"Annngh!" she buried her face into my shoulder and thrust her
hips rapidly against me, grinding her clit against my pubic bone.
The spasming of her pussy as she came drove our combined juices
out of her snatch, onto my balls and her ass. I lay on top of her
for a while before pulling out. As I rolled off, she reached for
the stand by the bed, wet the washcloth in the basin and wiped
down my cock and balls, playfully giving it a kiss when she was
done. She then went to work between her own legs and was still
dabbing cum out of her cunt and giggling softly at herself by the
time I drifted off.
	I did not sleep well. Nightmares. One was an alien abduction
scenario. Another had female vampires luring me as prey. Others
were vague angst revolving around STDs and paternity suits. Late
at night I awoke to find Nilappe standing over me, stroking my
erect cock.
	"Sire, would you like to take me again?"
	I smiled, despite myself. Nightmares or not, she looked
delicious with her small, pointed breasts outlined by the low
glow of the dying fireplace.
	"Tell you what, why don't you take me this time around?"
	She paused in confusion for a moment then grinned and stretched
a leg over me, reaching down for my cock. She lowered herself
onto me slowly, in one fluid motion that took about twenty
seconds. I thought I'd blow another wad right then. She set a
relaxed pace, first leaning down to rest on my chest as she
slowly rocked backwards onto my cock, then rising to truly ride
me , my hands roaming over her lean thighs and ass, up her bony
back and gripping her erect nipples. Some leftover cum from
earlier squelched deep inside her with every hard thrust.
Finally, she stiffened and tightened her thighs, emitting a
high-pitched moan as she orgasmed.
	"Did you not climax?" she asked half a minute later when she
opened her eyes.
	"Not yet, no."
	"Oh" she sounded disappointed "is this pleasing to you?"
	"Yes, just keep going, I'm close. Deeper strokes. Faster now."
She obeyed, applying herself fully to the endeavor. After another
minute of the seventeen-year-old nymph stroking me with her
slick, narrow insides, I came again. She repeated the earlier
routine with the washcloth then snuggled up against me and we
both fell asleep until morning.