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"...the distinctive sensation of a teleport effect," I continued. Evelyn froze in my arms.

"Do I recognize the effect?" she whispered breathlessly. "I've been kidnapped like this before."

Very good. Even drunk she is quick.

"The High Priest and Lord of Chaos Lord Bances' teleport effect feels familiar," I provided as I pulled her hands behind her back and quickly wrestled the restraints around her wrists. She struggled weakly this time. After all we were just play acting, but a hundred pounds of nothing can't compete with two hundred pounds of solid muscle and I made sure she knew it. When I snapped the leather restraints together she was trapped like a bunny in a snare. Then I put my hand in her hair and snapped her head back by her curly blonde locks.

"You are mine now, slut," I hissed as I pulled her close, her back to my front, and began swaying with her to the music. As they say, waste not, want not. Having her hands secured behind her back caused her chest to take its rightful place in the world, presenting her breasts to me for appreciation...as the gods intended.

She tried to struggle, but my hand in her hair made it clear that I would tolerate no resistance. I spun her around and around, like a pin the tail on the donkey contestant. It didn't take much to confuse her. Then I left her standing alone as I turned off the music.

"Come to me," I commanded from a couple of feet away.

Evelyn shook her head.

"Please," she whispered unconvincingly, still trying to stay in character. "Don't do this. Please. I am a Princess of the realm."

I felt the smile on my face. Begging. That is what sluts do. It really doesn't matter what they are begging for. Not really. It is the begging that counts.

"Now," I demanded.

She stepped forward, unsteady on her feet. One step. Then another. Then a third. She stopped when she felt my hand on her chest in the safe area, just below her throat, but above her cleavage.

I hooked my fingers into the V of her dress and grabbed the material there. A quick pull from cleavage to crotch and the material ripped away from her body revealing a black bra and matching panties. They were both trimmed with lace.

Pretty-pretty.

"Don't move," I said, "You recognize the feel of Logrus tendrils around your wrists and eyes. You cannot see or move."

I left her standing there while I went to the kitchen to retrieve a knife. When I returned she was on her knees in front of the couch.

I grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her to her feet.

"I said not to move, slut," I growled in her ear as I knelt behind her. She smelled good. Chanel Something. Expensive. Gardenia? Librarians can't afford two hundred dollar a half ounce perfumes. Or, maybe they can. It made me wonder, why was she wearing it tonight?

"Please," she whispered, leaning back into me. "I am about to get married. If you touch me The Fist of Avalon will be very angry. Please!"

More begging. Begging while leaning into me like she wanted me more than life itself. My god, she was still in character!

She?

My slut.

I leaned in close, and exhaled slowly across the back of her neck. She shivered at the touch of my warm breath.

"We can't," she breathed, "It isn't right."

Was that Evelyn or Lisa?

Or both?

"I will send you back to your precious Fist, my Princess," I whispered, my breath hot in her ear. "You will be older and wiser, but unharmed. I promise."

"Ohhh," she breathed, her body collapsing back against mine. I kissed her neck and shoulders, slowly and wetly, breathing warmly on the trail of moistness I left.

Evelyn moaned.

I raised the knife and put it at her throat, letting her feel the point at the base of her jaw line. She froze in place as I drew the point down, lightly scratching a trail across the inside curve of her breast. A flick of my wrist and the front of the bra parted, exposing her full succulent mounds of creamy flesh. I leaned her back in my arms and turned her so I could lift her onto the couch. She did not resist as the straps of her bra fell away. Another quick snicker-snack to those flimsy straps and the bra was wasted cloth on the floor.

I sat her on the leather couch and drew her mouth to mine. Her lips flowered open and our tongues mingled in one of the oldest dances known to man, but then she stopped and tried to pull away.

"No," she breathed. "I can't, this isn't right."

She struggled to raise her hands, but they were trapped behind her. She was not uncomfortable. Not yet, but she was a virgin and I am not a small man. Not porn star big, but for a virgin...

Too bad she wouldn't see what was waiting for her.

I lowered my lips to her stiff left nipple and teased it with my tongue.

Evelyn groaned helplessly and arched her back against me, presenting her breasts for my use. I raised my hand to her other breast and gently tweaked her other nipple. It hardened between my fingers and she moaned again, her thighs rubbing together, trying to relieve the ache there.

Some women are like that. It is like there is a direct link between their breasts and their clit. Evelyn was one of those women. I could almost feel her splooshing as I sucked harder on her left nipple, nipping it firmly between my teeth.

Now she was squirming against me on the couch. I leaned her back gently and lowered my head, kissing my way down her ribs and flat tummy to the edge of her black lace panties. My relentlessly kneading and squeezing hands never left her breasts.

"Oh, no!" she cried, "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer because her thighs parted as I slipped my knees between them. My lips nipped at the material of her panties, tasting the wetness at her cleft.

"Oh god!" she gasped as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Please!" she breathed, arching her hips, driving her center against my mouth. "Oh, please. Don't! We can't!"

"I have to taste you, my Princess," I whispered in a low growl, still roleplaying the dark lord of Chaos. "Just a taste, my sweet."

Then I pressed my lips against the top of her cleft and she gasped in surprise and delight. I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and began wiggling them off.

Evelyn's hips rose and I leaned back so she could bring her knees together and up, relieving some of the longing ache at her core. I slowly dragged the lacy material down her legs and over her calves and ankles, kissing my way behind the moving material.

Evelyn impatiently kicked her panties away when I left them dangling on her right ankle. Where had her heels gone? Not that it mattered. Then she spread her knees for me and I moved between them, kissing my way from the back of her knees up to her inner thighs. I stopped there and blew lightly on her flowering center. A hot musk rose in the air, revealing her passion.

"Oh god, no!" she said suddenly, "We can't please. I am engaged. Alaric proposed to me tonight. Please."

Alaric was her real-life boyfriend and Primogen of her clan in the game. He was also tall, dark and handsome, though in a skinny Goth-boy way. All angles. No meat.

"Just a taste," I said, lowering my lips to her center and slowly laving my way up the outside edge of her pink labia.

"Ohhh!" she groaned. "My god!"

I smiled as I rose between her legs, unbuckling my belt and lowering my zipper as I moved. By the time I kissed my way up to her mouth I was naked from the waist down and my organ was pressed hotly against her outer lips. I wanted her to see what came next so I slowly pushed the blindfold up and off her head and tossed it aside.

"I am going to release you, my princess," I whispered in her ear, my breath causing her to gasp again. A pink flush had spread across her breasts and up to her neck. I reached behind her and released her hands as I pressed my hard length against her wet slit like a living vibrator.

Her eyes were still closed as she tried to sit up, but I held her in place with my body and pulled my hips back, removing my organ from the flower of her neither lips as I lowered my mouth to her nipple and sucked it firmly into my mouth.

"Yes!" she groaned clutching my head to her breast as I applied more suction to her nipple. Her hips rose, searching for my steely length. Demanding it. Then I stopped and her eyes fluttered open.

I pulled away, smiling down at her and gestured with my eyes to the action between her legs.

Her eyes lowered, looking down between our bodies.

"It's so big!" she gasped, torn, for she wanted to touch it, but didn't dare. I've seen that look before. It was half fear, but also half lust. I was the alpha male and she knew there was nothing she could do. I would have her.

I lowered my hips and felt my organ slide between her neither lips like a guided missile. She froze as she felt its blunt head part her labia. I stopped when the bulbous head slid inside her. Evelyn was so wet and hot and tight. Inviting.

"No," she said, pushing against my chest with her little hands. "We can't. I am not protected! I am fertile tonight. It's why I told Alaric no."

Evelyn knew about such things. She had been pre-med before she switched to library science. I must have looked huge to her, but she knew she would stretch.

"I have to feel you around me," I insisted, sliding an inch deeper into her hot cavern.

"You have to stop," she whispered. "Alaric, he didn't...I can't..."

I pulled back, eliciting another moan from her lips.

"Just a couple strokes," I whispered, lowering my lips to her turgid nipple again. Her hips rose in response, pulling my organ deeper. She was so tight! She groaned at the invasion, but her hands came down across my shoulders and arms to rest on my hard buttocks. She pulled me into her and I slipped inside, hilting her with a single slow thrust. Playing her body was like playing an instrument. A fine sexy instrument.

"You're so big," she whispered as her hips rolled up giving me total access to her. Evelyn's vagina stretched around me, acclimatizing her body to my presence. "Oh gods, yes!"

I slowly pulled back until only the head of my organ remained inside of her.

"Just a few more strokes," I whispered. "I'll pull out. We won't do anything you don't want to do. I'll stop when you say. No one will ever know."

Then I lowered my lips to her other nipple and bit down gently as I thrust home, burying myself in her hot depths.

She cried out, convulsing as I drove my entire length into her. Her hands grasped at my buttocks, pulling me even deeper into her.

Then I hit bottom, bumping against her cervix, and Evelyn exploded, her vagina milking my organ like a thirsty dairy maid.

"Yes!" She cried arching against me.

"I never knew!" She gasped meeting my thrusts with her own. "Oh, please! More!"

I plowed her fertile field like a farmer during a new moon. Her knees rose instinctively, opening her body to give me even deeper access to her body. She was so tight and wet that I had to force my way inside her with every stroke.

Then she groaned deeply and suddenly collapsed bonelessly back on the couch beneath me.

I slowed my rhythm as she fought to catch her breath.

"Oh," she gasped as I slowly stroked in and out of her newly plowed furrow. "I never knew. I never knew."

"Look," I commanded gently as I pulled away so she could see me moving in and out of her body in stroke after slow sensuous stroke.

Her eyes looked down between our bodies and she saw me moving in and out, like a well oiled pump. She could see her juices coating my hard organ as it slid in and out of her body. Then she closed her eyes, lost in the sensation.

I stopped moving and held myself still inside her. A muscle clench and my organ twitched inside her. She gasped and opened her eyes, smiling up at me. Then her eyes widened as she remembered where she was.

"Oh, no," she cried. "What have you done!"

She raised her hands to push me away, but I captured them in one of my own and pulled them over her head.

"Shhhh..." I whispered. "I have to have you this once. Just this once."

"No!" she whispered, but her denial turned into a moan as I slid out and then back. She groaned in defeat as I buried myself inside her again. "I can't...please!"

"Yes," I insisted as I plowed into her. It was my turn to know the pleasure of her body. I lowered my lips to her right nipple and sucked it into my mouth, my teeth clamping down on it firmly. Evelyn's hips rose to meet mine as she moaned helplessly. It was time to make her understand that I was just giving her what her body demanded of me.

"No, you said you wouldn't!" she protested as I let her hands go. Hands that immediately grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to her. "Oh, no, please - Oh my god! Yes! Harder!"

Her arms encircled my neck, pulling me into a breathless kiss as I pounded into her relentlessly.

"Oh, yes!" she cried, throwing her head back as her wet cavern convulsed around me. I thrust deeper then, my organ battering her cervix as I exploded inside her, jetting my seed directly into her womb.

"Mine!" I growled as the second jet of my seed splattered against the mouth of her womb.

"I can feel it!" Evelyn cried, grinding her hips against mine as her knees came up around me, opening herself to me even more. Her hands pulled me into her deeper and deeper. "Yes! Do it! Take me! Yes! Oh yes! Fill me!"

Then her words were gone as she cried out helplessly in pleasure.

I withdrew slowly then, drawing out the excruciating pleasure. My seed and her juices coated my still hard organ. Then a last jet rose from deep within me and I thrust home again, burying myself in her hot wet cavern. I could feel my seed and her juices leaking out of her vagina around my hard organ, coating my balls as I hilted her again and then again as the aftershocks of our joining overwhelmed us. Her vagina throbbed around me, drawing out the last of my essence as her ankles locked around my back.

Then she relaxed back into the cushions, her knuckles in her mouth as she fought to catch her breath. Then her eyes focused and widened as she looked up at me.

"You didn't pull out!" she cried, tears running down her face as she collapsed back on the couch. "You said you would pull out! You might have made me pregnant! Oh, what have you done?"

I rested on my elbows, keeping my weight off of her upper body as my lower body rested deep inside her.

"You felt too good," I explained breathlessly. "I had to. I couldn't stop. I never imagined you would let me...and when you did..."

I grinned down at her as I ground our pelvises together.

What unmitigated bullshit. Evie closed her eyes as if blocking out the reality before her. As if refusing to see what was happening to her would make it less real.

I knew that actions speak louder than words, so I continued a slow rhythm of movement inside her. In and out. Slow and steady. Shallow, just an inch at a time, but deep, bumping her cervix oh so gently. I lowered my lips to her nipples and began licking them.

Then her hips began to move. It is an instinctive response that little virginal Evelyn had no experience with. Instinctive and compelling. I raised my head and kissed her lips, pushing my tongue into her open mouth as she moaned in response to our movements.

Then her hands were in my hair and I felt myself hardening inside her.

"You aren't getting soft," she whispered against my lips, her eyes wide with wonder. "I thought men got soft afterward, so the women can escape."

"With you, never," I whispered back as my thrusts became deeper and more powerful.

"Oh my god, you're growing!" She gasped. "I can feel it! It's so big. Oh, god, I am so full!"

I felt the surrender in her body as her hips rose to meet mine, capturing my length and pulling it deep inside her. We went on that way for a good long time. Her vagina seemed stuck in orgasm mode. I've never felt a woman come from penile stimulation alone so much. Of course, my hands and lips were on her mouth and breasts the whole time too, so their stimulation probably contributed to her rolling orgasms.

Finally I felt the surge, a tightening of my testicles as they readied to discharge another load of seed into the waiting receptacle of her womb. Evelyn had been my target for so long, I had months worth of seed stored up for her. Enough to overflow her womb yet again.

"I am going to come," I announced softly. "Shall I pull out?"

Not that I would pull out, but I wanted to give her the illusion of choice.

To this day her response surprises me.

"No, come inside me," she whispered rolling her hips up against me. Her instinctive action pushing my body over the edge like a whore impatient for her trick to get off. "I want to feel it, again...Please...come inside me...Yes! Oh please!"

"Here it comes!" I announced as I came inside her, feeling her vagina sucking every jet of my seed deep into her womb as she clutched me to her with frantic orgasmic strength. I stiffened inside her then, losing control, driving deep, jetting inside Evelyn as she exploded around me.

Oh yes! This was even better than the first time. He pulsing quim drew out every last drop of my seed, milking my steely rod like the true slut machine that she was.

Then I was done. I collapsed on top of Evelyn as the last of my essence gushed into her womb.

Oh yeah. Now THAT was the way a real slut is supposed to feel.

I pulled out slowly and I knelt up over her to catch my breath. She looked down between our bodies to see her breasts covered with red marks from my sucking. My little brands of ownership. Her curly blonde pubic hair was matted with a combination of our juices. Juices which were still pouring out of her like a tiny river flowing down the crevasse of her buttocks. She looked well and truly fucked and even as a virgin she knew it.

Well, as a recently deflowered virgin...

"Give me the pillow," she demanded coolly. I reached back and captured the pillow at the end of the couch in my hands and gave it to her. She quickly raised her hips and put it beneath them as she pressed her legs together and pulled her knees up and back, sealing my seed inside her.

"Drink?" I asked as I rose to leave her to her impregnation process.

I was very thirsty and Evelyn was angry again. I could see it in her face. Angry with me for forcing her enjoy herself. Angry with her boyfriend for not insisting that he sample the wares before proposing to her. Oh well, tomorrow was Saturday. She could probably allow him to seduce her tomorrow night and no one would be the wiser.

After all, we both look the same.

Until I wash out the dye from my hair and Mediterranean suntan coloring from my skin.

Now that my duty to Asgard is done it is time to get back to Olympus. With the king and his first born missing the spare (of the heir and a spare axiom), the crown Prince, must have an heir. You know, just incase.

Nowadays being king is dangerous.