A literotic sexstories: Rh'aan – Debt of Honor (one) by cloudfox3200 ,
All debts become balanced in the end; one way or another…
So, let us start with two of the main figures, central to this spectacular series of sensuous events…
These first two are my mother, and her friend Linda, who is a worker at the town’s great library, just like mother.
Each is a contrast in their appearances. Just by looking at them, it’s dead obvious…
Mom maintains a healthy, lush brown tan that sets off her fully set breasts; full cheeks, buttocks many would die for, plus the luck with her two purest of hazel-brown eyes. Just the slight swaying of her hips, the confidence carried about in her stride, and sheer clothing – more skin revealing than covering – screams of her sexuality.
More than one male of all humanoid species have lost their sight from staring at her; they become so enraptured by the sights and promised delights that thieves make short work of them.
Mother is known in the community to be a vivacious, hard drinking, hard living, risk taker who likes to live life out to the maximum possible. She makes small fortunes on trades and speculations in the towns exotic goods markets; items of arcane power made by Master mage Lu-Bu.
Linda though, looks more like a librarian should, she just is. Sadly no other words or phrasing can describe her in the appearances. She simply exists.
She is slim, ghostly pale, small in breasts (almost non-existent from all appearances with the clothing she wears). Her hair is dirt-brown, an extremely bland face, arms, and legs. Even the glasses she wears are bland, idiosyncrasy of a style gone centuries ago.
Her clothing is straight neutral gray, no variations about it in any way known. It is so plain, she simply needs to stand still, and people move past her, or will stand next to her, without a clue. Her steps are like that of a ghost, no one has claimed to hear them before.
To anyone whom even bothers to acknowledge the fact of her existence, she is a mystery, enigma, and a riddle all set in one package. To say the least, some people find her to be unnerving, like she is a ghost, or some type of undead.
Many believe the stories of her having a parent whom was of an “otherness” existence; not from this world of ours, or not even of our own reality.
Needless to say, this has caused her no end of troubles.
Now, her and mother have hit it off fairly well; she may be the only one to see Linda’s little apartment, needless to say it is full of books, books, and more books. Very little in the way of furniture exists, and she has a pet too. Imagine the surprise mom had at the sight of an albino ocelot!!!
Mom’s home, (and mine as well), is a well built, six-room, two floored structure. Within its fair ivy covered walls, is be found all manner of goods; purchased from across the known worlds and alternate realities.
(One of mine own favorites are a fountain with six nude dryads dancing about it; just something about the way each one is being touched by, or looked at by the others gives me a giddy delight.)
Sadly, Linda draws many a joke and bad attention from the many town gossips. These people spread the most bigoted, cruelest, meanest, and malicious of tales; taking only what may be a bit of truth, and weave it into lies and not so bits of innuendos.
One thing they always focus on, is that, almost uniquely in this town, is the fact of her having no known mate of either gender, or anyone having bedded her at any time. Also, it is the fact – to them – she seems not interested in anyone at all, let alone with sexual or sensual interests!!!
(One old person, a high priced courtesan, actually stated a major indignation – Linda had brushed her off, despite all efforts on the courtesans’ efforts to bed her. “Here I go and offer the best pussy lay in town, and the girl has the sheer gall to just ignore and snub my advances!!!” is what she said afterwards.)
Most folks believe, or will lay a massive bet on, the fact that she is what is called in this town a “neutral.”
One whom is a “neutral” has no, or only partial sets of sex organs. They are all looked down on with huge amounts of scorn; believed cursed in many ways, and to be perverted, bringers of bad luck, and so many other normal stereotypes.
One time, this scorn led to extreme troubles; the town was under a severe dry spell, no rains for months, and was on the hunt for any scapegoats. Linda just happened to be one of them in sight…
* * * * * *
Linda fought with what little strength she had left against the cords about her neck. The grip held like purest wrought iron; unyielding, unbending, and just as uncaring. Parts of her blouse, vest, undershirt and skirt lay about her on the ground, torn asunder by the hands of these cruel men bent upon her extermination.
The crowd about them, watching the scene unfold, was in a frenzy of purest madness. Whipped up into bloodlust, the scent in the air was palatable, that of pure murder, hatreds, and violence seeking to be unbound. There was the tingle among the air, such as of a promised orgy of purest fury and violence to come about.
One of the men was even then in the process of pulling off of her undies; to see what really is down there, if anything is to be found.
A second had both of his hands moving, squeezing the life out of the two little petite breasts; revealed by her lack of coverage.
Grinning, his eyes shined with a pure, savage glee at all of the pain inflicted. He tightened the twisting of her nipples, pulling hard for all he could; getting joy from the pain that showed upon her face. The tips of his fingernails, each one embedded with razor-sharp slivers of steel, dug into her skin, the venom on them causing enhancement to each bit of cut made.
“Ah yes little girl, scream for me now. Scream all you can, and maybe I might consider letting them go. OH, yes that is right, you cannot scream just now; a pity that, guess I just need to take some trophies home…”
He beheld the final terror in Linda’s eyes as his knife came out into view; the twin serrated edges gleaming along each curve and fold of its length.
Knowing she was about to expire, the man cackled with a laughter known only among those whom have fought, and won the savagest of battles in the wild.
He looked deep into her eyes, wanting to know that all she will see in her final moments of terror is his image.
“Hey Davis, get a gander at what we have here…”
Distracted for a moment, Davis turned his gaze downward to see what his buddy beheld. “Wonder of wonders, girl, it is indeed such a sight as…”
No one knows exactly what his next words were to be, for a small complication came abruptly about.
* * * * * *
From a series of floating mirrors that mysterious being known only as The Viewer, watched. Magic linked minds and bodies unto the Viewers own physical, psychic, and mental sensations.
Deciding that this opportunity for some real vicarious fun and experience could not be passed up, the Viewer cast a series of lust-charm magics over the people…
“OH WONDREROUS RAPTURES OF BLISS!!!”
So sang the Viewer, eyes of the palest mother-of-pearl set into contentment as all was absorbed.
* * * * * *
Within the crowd, influenced by the scents, sounds, sights and magic of the Viewer, began to become aroused in lust and desperation level intensities of heightened desires.
(Yes that Viewer is indeed fiendish!!!)
Several coupling started to form up, complete strangers to each other, mates going to other folks instead of their own partners. All sought to know the pleasures set about them, drives not known, or hinted at save in the deepest recesses of mind, body, and imaginations of the forbidden…
Three men were bodily carried over the shoulders of three strong, savage women. Each of these ladies wore, at this time, swimsuits of nearly transparent black silks; each side slit open, and held with blood-red ties waiting to tear away at the right instant.
“Hey ladies, isn’t it suppose to be the other way around? I mean, the men are supposed to carry off the lady this way in all the stories I have heard.”
Each one of the ladies grinned with a knowing wicked smile at the others, for in each free hand a large series of feathers is held. These smiles are each of pure white teeth, promising such as unknown save to one prey of a wolf, just before the ending.
They went into the alley, and from there soon came a rain of clothing, giggles, laughter, and moans of delight caused by caresses and touches done just so…
Exactly as to the full extent of these delights, use your own imagination with this fact added – at one point steam came out of the alleys deepest darkness; soon followed by one of the largest explosions of electrifying ecstatic releases of pleasure to be found.
One coupling in the crowd sees a young lady on top of an shipping crate, skirts and undies long gone; legs pulled up to the sides of her head, a man pumps with all due force, speed, and ability he can put into it. Her cries, howls, and screams carry far on the winds to other parts of town.
Twisting his cock about in circles, pumping hard at times, and pulling out – teasing her with its tip along all areas of her vagina – before ramming it home again; he ignores the pleas she gives. Bodily he lifts her butt skyward, angling deeper into her pussy, seeking that moment of release to which he longs…
“Almost there, almost there, just a little bit more now.”
“Stop this, please stop this,” she screamed, pieces of wood digging into her neck and lower back. Hands locked into a death grip upon the sides of the crate.
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