That One Night (A Free Short)

This short story takes place years before Royal Lust, and features two of the main characters. Although you don't necessarily need to read the novel beforehand, doing so would probably help with a bit of context.

It's a hot and sexy recounting of that one night when Ellie managed to coax Cassie into her bed for some naked fun.


Ellie flopped back onto her bed.

“You've got a nice room,” Cassie said from the doorway.

Ellie sat up. “Designed it myself,” she replied. “Well, come in, don't linger in the doorway,” she added, smirking.

Cassie hesitated a moment longer and then came in, closing the door behind her, then, after a seconds' hesitation, locking it. That intrigued Ellie. Cassie had been acting weird all night. Her father was away on business and so was Lena. Her parents had her come with them to some other city. They were trying to marry her off, something her own father had started subtly hinting at. Ellie rolled her eyes at the thought. They were hot girls in their mid-twenties with wealth, it was the worst time to get married.

There was so much sex to have, so many adventures to have.

With her friend gone and almost free reign of the castle, Ellie had turned to Cassie, her only other serious friend. The middle-aged, sexy elf was the captain of the guard in the castle and, unlike basically everyone else Ellie lived with, Cassie had no problem saying what she thought to Ellie's face. She didn't try to hold back and temper anything. Which made her interesting. On top of interesting, she was really hot.

Ellie had always had a thing for tight-bodied elf chicks, and Cass was definitely one those. Even better, she was mature, she had that aged-but-still-hot look, too. She had a trim build, maybe five foot five, over a foot shorter than Ellie herself, and she had this sexy brunette hair that she always had in a tight ponytail and these fantastic, dazzling green eyes. Her only problem was that she was so...serious all the time.

Since there wasn't really anything going on that day, Ellie had started bugging Cassie around sundown. She was bored and that, combined with her omnipresent idea that Cassie should relax more often, led her to the elf's office. There she had found her, as usual, hunched behind a desk, staring at a series of parchments, quill in one hand, writing furiously, scrutinizing all manner of information and reports and rosters.

After some prodding debate, Ellie had finally convinced Cassie to knock off early. They'd ended up relaxing in one of the side lounges in the dying sunlight, Ellie regaling Cassie with a tale of her latest adventure. She'd just gotten back two days ago from an expedition to a system of caves said to hold some old, lost relics. It had been a bit of a bust, as the caves were obviously cleaned out, but she'd managed to find a very old gem half-buried in the dirt in one of the farthest side caves that, when washed off and polished up, shined with a remarkable blue hue. That very gem was now sitting on Ellie's desk.

After that, Ellie had broken out a bottle of wine. At first, Cassie had outright refused any but finally she'd taken a single glass of it. Ellie had polished off the rest as she listened to Cassie complain about some of the guards she had under her command. Being six foot six and in great shape, Ellie was a heavyweight, the wine hardly affecting her. Cassie, on the other hand, while not actually drunk, had relaxed noticeably by the end of her glass and she was smiling a lot more. Which was good, that's what Ellie had hoped for.

Cassie was too serious for her own good, she deserved to have some fun.

And, speaking of fun to be had, Ellie was beginning to think that maybe now would be a great time to make her move on the hot older elf. For as long as she could remember, Ellie had wanted to have sex with Cassie. So, when the sun had faded out and they were cast in the glow of candles, Ellie had suggested going back to her room so she could show her the gem. Cassie had made a half-hearted attempt to get back to work, but Ellie had talked her out of it and they'd retreated through the darkened halls back to her room.

“So where is this thing?” Cassie asked.

Ellie could tell she was nervous. Had she picked up on the subterfuge? The real reason Ellie had asked her back?

Or did she want to jump Ellie as much as Ellie wanted to jump her?

“Over here,” Ellie replied, standing back up and crossing the room. She picked up the gem and turned. Cassie moved to join her. She took the gem and looked it over.

“Wow...it really is amazing,” she murmured. “Very beautiful.”

“Yep,” Ellie replied. She stretched and yawned, then she took off her shirt and tossed it aside. Cassie glanced over at her. That was one thing that was nice about very pale women: it was easy to tell when they were blushing. Cassie was checking out her breasts, still held in place by her bra. She turned her attention back to the gem.

Ellie moved over to the bed and laid down. “Why don't you come relax with me?” she asked. “You can tell me more about your incompetent guards.”

“I'm not sure I should,” Cassie replied, replacing the gem and turning to face her.

“Oh? Why not?”

Cassie chewed briefly on her lower lip. It made her look even sexier. “I just...” she sighed. “Okay, fine.” She crossed the room and took off her shoes, then laid down on the bed with Ellie. “Wow, this bed is so soft and comfortable...” she said, shifting around.

“I know, it's great, isn't it? It's the one thing I really miss when I'm out camping or traveling. This damned comfortable bed.”

Cassie looked over at her as the silence settled between them. There was something in her eyes. There was definitely a spark between them.

Not really being one for caution, Ellie decided to push this further. She leaned in and kissed Cassie. The elf's eyes widened briefly in surprise, then closed as she gave herself to the kiss. Ellie placed a hand on Cassie's breast, gently groping it through the fabric of her shirt. After a second, Cassie broke away.

“Wait...we shouldn't,” she said.

“Why? If you don't want to...”

“No, I...I want to, we just, we shouldn't.”

“Why? Stop worrying about what you shouldn't do and, for once, give in and do want you want to do, Cass,” Ellie replied.

She glanced at the door.

“My father isn't here. Everyone's asleep. We're alone here. You're safe,” Ellie replied.

“Oh...fuck it,” she muttered, then turned back to Ellie.

They locked lips again.

“Take your bra off,” Cassie murmured into the kisses. “I really want to see your huge tits.”

Ellie laughed. “Yes, ma'am.”

She pulled her bra off over her head, sighing with relief as she freed her breasts. It was always nice to get naked at the end of the day. She particularly liked the look of pure attention on Cassie's face as they came out. Almost everyone reacted that way. Ellie had been granted a frame that she particularly enjoyed, she was both very tall and very curvy. She hadn't really encountered anyone else with a build quite like hers.

“What do you think?” she asked, shaking them slightly, grinning.

“They're beautiful...” Cassie replied. She reached out and began to grope and squeeze them. Her small elf hands couldn't even begin to fully grasp Ellie's huge tits. Cassie leaned in once more and began to kiss her, this time slipping her tongue into her mouth. Ellie moaned softly and twined tongues, running her own hands over Cassie's tight, fit body. She began to get the elf's clothes off. Her shirt came off first, then her bra, freeing her own beautiful, high, firm breasts. They continued this way, an awkward combination of groping each other, making out, and undressing. Soon, they were both naked and entwined together.

“Here,” Ellie said, pushing Cassie gently onto her back. “Let's take it up a notch.”

“Okay...” Cassie replied softly.

Ellie smiled and kissed her. “Don't worry so much.” She got down in between the elf's legs, which were spread for her.

She looked at Cassie's pussy, then leaned in and spread the her lips. Cassie gasped softly as she did this, then moaned as Ellie leaned in and began to lick her clit. She placed her hands over her mouth, moaning loudly as Ellie ate her out.

“Oh, Ellie! Oh...oh it's so good!” she moaned.

Ellie kept going, reveling in her words, in her noises of sexual rapture. She hadn't been with too many women. She liked women but she was also a lot pickier about the women she took to bed. Mostly she just fucked Lena and she had always wanted to fuck Cassie. Ellie kept licking and licking and licking at her clit and the sensitive skin around it, then she slipped a finger up into Cassie's tight elf pussy. Cassie let out a loud moan of surprised pleasure as Ellie began pushing up into her most sensitive spot.

“Oh, Ellie, wait! Wait!” she moaned, then, suddenly, she let out a muffled cry of pleasure, holding a pillow over her face, as she started to come. Ellie sat back, grinning, looking at the result of her work. Cassie writhed and twisted, her naked pale body a visage of beauty as she came. A gush of hot sex juices escaped her pussy, staining the bedsheets and blankets. Cassie moaned and cried out, her face hidden behind the pillow.

When it ran out, she slowly raised the pillow, then looked down the length of her body at the dark stain she'd made.

“Oh dear...I've made a mess, I'm sorry,” she murmured.

Ellie laughed. “I knew it was going to happen when I started eating you out,” she replied. “Now, I've done you...would you mind doing me?”

“No, not at all,” Cassie replied, sitting up. “Though it's been awhile since I've eaten pussy,” she added.

“I was actually thinking of something a little different,” Ellie said.

“Oh?”

Ellie moved across the bed and opened the drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out a strap-on dildo she'd found when she'd been visiting Mist. It had been a perfect addition to her collection of sex toys and she and Lena had used it many times. Though she should probably find a better place to hide it, given that this wasn't much of a hiding place.

“Oh my,” Cassie said when Ellie presented it. “I haven't seen one of these in a long time.”

“You have them back in your lands?” Ellie asked.

Cassie nodded and took it. “Oh yes, many. I've used them and had them used on me a lot. I can definitely do this,” she replied.

“Good.” Ellie got down on her back and spread her long legs, eager to get pounded by the middle-aged elf warrior.

Cassie pulled the strap-on rig up over her hips and settled it into place, then adjusted the straps so that they sat more comfortably on her. She had trimmer hips than Lena did and the big-breasted redhead had been the last one to use it. Cassie rested on her knees for a moment, fixing Ellie with a lusty gaze.

“Ready for it?” she asked.

“More than,” Ellie replied.

“Good. I'm going to give it to you hard.”

Cassie got into place between Ellie's legs, settling in between her thick thighs. She guided the fake dick into Ellie's pussy with a familiar ease. Once it was inside, she began to inch inwards, sending ripples of sexual bliss all throughout Ellie's body. She moaned as she was slowly penetrated. She had already been so hot and wet from the sexual tension and now she was just getting even hotter and wetter.

“Oh, yes, Cassie!” she moaned as she started making love to her.

The little elf packed quite a punch. She started pounding Ellie's pussy, eliciting moans from deep within her as the pleasure started to fill her body.

“Yes! Yes! Fucking give it to me!” she cried.

Cassie was groping her tits, playing with her nipples now as she fucked her, only making Ellie even more turned on.

“Keep going!” she moaned. “Keep going! I'm gonna-I'm gonna-oh yes!” Ellie yelled. She was coming.

It started deep inside of her, a burst of raw sexual rapture. She could feel her muscles working, feel the hot release of juices all around the fake cock even as Cassie continued to pound her and stimulate her climaxing vagina. She moaned in desperate pleasure, wrapping her arms around the tight-bodied little elf, holding her close as she came, waves of euphoric bliss filling her whole body. Slowly, she came back down from the high of the orgasm and released Cassie, who laid against her huge breasts for a little while.

“You seemed to enjoy that,” she said.

“I sure did,” Ellie murmured.

Cassie pulled the dildo out of her and then took it off, setting it on the nightstand. She walked over to Ellie's washbasin and started to clean herself up. She looked back at Ellie, a look of slight worry on her face. “Please don't mention this to anyone,” she said.

Ellie propped herself up on one elbow. “I won't, Cassie. You can trust me...you know that, right?” she replied.

“Yes, I do. I do trust you. I just...I'm sorry. Being here, in your homelands, where everyone is so uptight about sex...it's just been awhile since I've indulged and it makes me so paranoid,” she replied, finishing cleaning herself up.

“I know, I can sympathize,” Ellie replied. “Don't worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“Good...and, thank you, for the good time. I really should go and get back to work.”

Ellie sighed. She supposed she should be happy that she got this much out of the older elf. “Okay, fair enough.”

Cassie dressed and Ellie stood and pulled on her robe. She walked Cassie to the door, then gave her a quick kiss and squeezed her ass. “Don't be afraid to come back around again for more fun,” she said.

“We'll see,” Cassie replied, though Ellie had the idea that this might be a one-time thing.

She watched Cassie go, then slowly closed the door. As she moved back to her bed, beginning the process of replacing the sheets and blankets, she began thinking about how she could possibly talk Cassie into doing this again.

The Promise (A Free Short)

Here's another free short story, written originally for Quickies: Hellcats. This story takes place long before Hellcats.

It's a pretty simple one featuring Emily and Ilyse having some hot sex and fantasizing about a potential future.


“Oh my God, you have to be kidding me!” Emily cried.

“I'm sorry, I just...just give me a minute,” John replied. Or was it James? She couldn't remember. She sighed and glanced over at Ilyse. She was standing there, looking great in her bra and panties, on the other side of the bed. She'd just finished undressing and had been prepping to climb into bed with Emily and the soldier they'd found.

Then he'd gone limp.

“I mean, really? I don't mean to be a bitch or anything but, come on, you seemed pretty into me in the bar,” Emily said. She was already naked.

“I was...I-I mean, I am. I just...I'm sorry, you're so fucking tall,” he replied.

Emily rolled her eyes and blew a limp strand of her dark hair out of her eyes. “Here, let me suck you off a bit, huh? That should work.”

“Uh, yeah...yeah, that'll be great,” he replied, but he didn't seem so sure.

This sucked. If he'd gotten stage fright, if he was psyching himself out, then no amount of dick sucking would get him hard again. Maybe she should lighten up a bit. She made herself smile, lean forward and give him a good kiss. “Don't worry handsome, we'll get you started up again, just you watch,” she said.

He smiled and nodded, though he still seemed nervous. He was a big guy, she didn't know what the hell he had to be nervous about. He was probably six four, good, strong build, pretty decent dick. And he was a marine! What was the problem? Leaning down, she took his softening cock in her grasp and licked it several times. That seemed to perk it back up a bit and then she took it into her mouth, sucking and bobbing her head rapidly. Emily wasn't really much for foreplay, for herself or her partners, but she put up with it from time to time. What she was really interested in was just some old fashioned, good, hard fucking.

Emily glanced over at Ilyse, trying to signal that the guy was at least hard now and maybe they should get on with it. Ilyse reached up and pulled off her sports bra, tossing it easily aside, then began to get out of her panties. Emily took his dick out of her mouth, began to say something sexy, then stopped as she realized he was starting to go limp again.

“Seriously?” she asked.

The marine, John or James, sighed in exasperation. “I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I just...this really normally doesn't happen to me...I should go.”

“No, it's fine-” Ilyse began, but he was already getting up.

Emily sighed and rolled over onto her back, staring at him as he began quickly gathering up his clothes and getting dressed.

“Is it really because we're so tall? I mean, really?” she asked.

“Yeah. I mean, it's just...it's kind of scary,” he admitted. “It's intimidating. I'm sorry. You aren't...you aren't ugly or anything. It's just you're scary,” he repeated.

With that, he finished getting dressed, stuffing his feet into his boots. He apologized twice more, then hurried out of the hotel room.

“Well, fucking great,” Ilyse said, finishing getting her panties off and sitting down heavily on the bed. “All that for nothing. We actually talked him into the room and...psh, nothing. Why does this keep happening?” she muttered.

“Because most guys are all talk, no fuck,” Emily replied. She shook her head. “I had a dog growing up. We took it to the park a lot and one day there was a deer in park. It chased that deer all over the place and finally cornered the thing in a gazebo. The deer knew it had nowhere to run and my dog just...stood there. Once he'd actually cornered the damned thing, he didn't have a clue as to what the fuck he was supposed to do with it. I think a lot of guys are like that when it comes to...unique women,” she said.

“This sucks,” Ilyse muttered, flopping back onto the bed next to Emily. They both laid there for a few moments in silence, naked and next to each other on the huge bed, (they had to order a room with the biggest bed available, given that they were a pair of about seven foot tall women looking for a threesome,) staring at the ceiling.

While they did, Emily thought about how she'd arrived here.

She and her crew of badass Amazonian mercs had just finished pulling a great job. They'd been hired in a pinch to rescue a small-time CEO that had been taken hostage by extremists. They were trying to ransom him back for one reason or another but the fact was they had guns and even a small-time corporation could pay her and her crew a shitload of credits that still totaled far less than the ransom would have been.

So they'd gone in like straight pros, stealth and recon and silenced weapons. Not what they normally did, given that they were trained and genetically modified for warfare, but they could still do it if the job called for it, and this one did. It was paramount the guy made it out alive and intact. And they'd done it, returned him and got a fat paycheck, with a bonus since the guy had been so damned grateful to be alive.

Now they were celebrating. They'd scattered to the solar winds and would stay that way for about two weeks, maybe three, then they'd pick a spot and reunite. Ilyse had gone with her. She was her best friend and sometimes lover and always went with her. They'd come to an island resort on some high-class beach planet and had hit the bars, looking for a guy to get into a threesome with. It should have been easy but...well, it never was. Emily thought that if she was a foot shorter, she'd be getting a lot more action, Ilyse too, because they were both extremely attractive. At least in her eyes. It was just the fact that they were both about seven feet tall.

And that apparently turned off a lot of guys.

Or intimidated them.

“I'm still horny,” Ilyse complained.

“Me too...” Emily grinned. “We did pack the strap-on, you know.”

“We did, didn't we....does that mean we've giving up on finding a guy for the night?” Ilyse asked, propping herself up on her hand.

“Yeah, I guess so. Hell with them, we'll take care of each other,” Emily replied.

Ilyse grinned at her. “I was hoping you'd say that...” She reached over and began groping one of Emily's breasts. She always did that, especially when she was drunk, and she'd had more than a few tonight. Though it really took a shitload of alcohol to get either of them seriously drunk. Ilyse leaned in and began kissing Emily, using her tongue right away. That's how she knew her friend was really horny: she normally kept the tongue in reserve for at least a minute when the making out started. This was good.

Ilyse was really good at sex when she was crazy horny.

Emily began to feel her up as well. Ilyse had a great body. Nice, firm breasts, great ass. She was a bit on the skinny side but that never bothered Emily. She herself had a bit of a bigger build, but just lately she'd been really considering getting some work done, maybe making her tits bigger and filling out her hips, ass, and thighs a bit more.

Ilyse reached down in between her legs, parting her thighs and as she began to rub Emily's clit, all other thoughts were briefly blown away. White-hot pleasure sizzled through her like a live-wire, eliciting a low, powerful groan from somewhere deep in her throat. “There's my girl,” Ilyse said, grinning into the kiss.

“You wanna grab the strap-on?” Emily replied.

“Will you eat me first? Just a bit?” Ilyse asked.

Emily knew that Ilyse knew she didn't like foreplay too much, but if she was asking then she must really want it. “Okay,” she said.

She couldn't say no to Ilyse.

Grinning broadly, Ilyse rolled over onto her back and spread her long legs. She still kept her pussy shaved. Emily appreciated it. There was something just great about shaved pussy. She laid down in between her best friend's legs and spread the lips of her taut, smooth vagina. She leaned down and began licking rapidly at Ilyse's clit, causing her to immediately start crying out in pleasure. She reached down and began running her fingers through Emily's short, dark hair.

“Oh Emily!” she cried. “Oh fuck...oh it's so good! You eat pussy so good!” she moaned.

She certainly liked hearing that. She kept working, licking at her friend's pussy for about another half-minute. Then she pulled her head back. “Okay, I want to fuck,” she said. “Sorry, but I'm just too horny,” she added.

“It's fine, you did great,” Ilyse replied, rolling over and rummaging around in her duffel-bag for the strap-on she'd packed. Emily laid on her back and spread her legs. As Ilyse rolled over, dildo in hand, she shook her head. “Uh-uh,” she said. “I want to fuck you doggystyle. I fucking love looking at your big ass.”

“Yes ma'am,” Emily replied.

She rolled over and got onto her hands and knees, presenting what Ilyse referred to as 'her big ass' and her pussy for pounding. She was extremely horny by now. She felt Ilyse shifting around behind her, then she felt her place her hands on her ass. Emily moaned as Ilyse penetrated her, working the strap-on slowly in and out of her, pushing it deeper each time until she was buried all the way inside of her and Ilyse's hips were meeting Emily's ass.

“Oh-ho-ho yes, Ilyse,” Emily moaned. “Oh fuck yes! Fuck that pussy!”

She cried out as Ilyse began filling her up, sliding the fake dick in and out of her. It began filling her with a slow, warming pleasure that radiated outwards from her pussy. Ilyse was really good at pounding pussy. Some of the guys she occasionally talked into bed were okay at pounding, but no one could do it like another Amazonian. Especially Ilyse. She had fantastic thighs and hips. Emily felt herself approaching climax.

She felt lucky, getting off was always easy for her.

“Oh fuck, Ilyse, keep going...keep going...almost...oh fuck yes!” she shrieked as she started coming.

Ilyse kept screwing her as she orgasmed, only making it feel even better. Emily panted and moaned in desperate pleasure as her orgasm flowed outwards from her core, filling her with hot pink bliss, with waves of sexual euphoria. She could feel her sex juices escaping her, coating her inner thighs. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the orgasm tapered off. Then she felt Ilyse pull the fake cock out of her.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Happy to help. Your turn to do me,” Ilyse replied eagerly.

Emily got up and took the strap-on from Ilyse, who laid down on her back and spread her legs wide. Emily was tempted to order her into another position, but she did really like fucking Ilyse on her back. She pulled on the fake dick and got in between Ilyse's long legs. The seven foot Amazonian let out a long, low moan as Emily slipped the dildo inside of her. “Fuck yes,” she groaned. “Ugh, this is so what I needed...”

She cried out as Emily began making love to her. Emily kissed her deeply and Ilyse kissed back, again pushing her tongue inside and twining it together with her own. Emily let her hands wander over Ilyse's body, groping her breasts and then reaching down and grabbing her ass. Ilyse grinned into the kiss and wrapped her long legs around Emily.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me good.

Emily complied, pounding her harder and causing her to let out a long cry of rapture. She kept pounding Ilyse, kissing her passionately, until Ilyse had a gut-wrenching orgasm all her own. She could feel the sex juices gushing out of Ilyse, spraying her hips and thighs. She screamed and writhed in pleasure, thrusting against Emily, forcing the fake dick deeper inside of her, stimulating her even more. When she was finished, Emily pulled out of her.

For a long moment, they laid there together, breathing heavily.

“Someday,” Emily said, “I'll find us a nice, cute boy to have a threesome with. It'll be great. He won't be scared of us, he'll be happy to fuck us.”

“Mmm...” Ilyse yawned and rubbed at one eye. “You promise?”

“I promise,” Emily replied. She leaned over and kissed Ilyse, then took off the dildo and tossed it onto the floor.

“Thank you,” Ilyse murmured as Emily got the blanket out from beneath them and laid it over them both. “You're a good friend. The best I've ever had.”

Emily smiled and laid up against Ilyse. “You too.”

They began to sleep.

Lydia Has Some Fun (A Free Short)

This story was originally created for my Quickies: Wanderlust collection.

Chronologically, this takes place basically some time after the first Wanderlust novel. It's a pretty simple, straightforward story. Lydia's looking for a place to sleep for the night and stumbles upon an inn that happens to be owned by a young, inexperienced guy. And then they fuck. There's a bit more story to it than that, but that's the premise.

I hope you enjoy it!


It had been another long, boring and, for the most part, fruitless day.

Will finished sweeping up the area between the handful of tables and chairs that occupied the lobby of his inn. Ha. 'His' inn. It didn't feel like his, it still felt like it belonged to his parents. And yet, they were gone and he was still here. It hardly seemed like more than a few months had passed since he was that young, wide-eyed, gawky boy sweeping up and chopping firewood, being issued commands by his mother and father.

But the reality was that that was nearly three years ago. He still felt young, wide-eyed, and gawky, still felt like a boy, not a man. But he was twenty now, his parents were gone and all he had in this world was an inn at the edge of a village that wasn't all that well-traveled or popular. With a sigh, Will collected up the refuse he'd swept together and dumped it out the window. Outside, it was cool and comfortable, the sun was setting. It looked peaceful. He heard the vague sounds of the village winding down for the day, preparing for sleep.

And here he was without anyone to stay the night.

At this point, the situation was looking bad. When his parents had died three years ago in an attack on the town by a group of raiders, the local lord had taken pity on him and given him a fairly nice sum of gold and legally switched the deed to the land and the building he was in to his name. His parents had been good people, good to the community. They'd also managed to pay off the debt of purchasing the land and the materials for the construction of the inn the year before, so all he had to worry about was the taxes and the materials to keep the inn going. The initial boon from the lord, plus the relatively steady flow of customers back then and a few other bits of charity from the locals had kept him going for three years now.

But coin was running out.

The village had never fully recovered from the attack and many people had moved away. On top of that, fewer and fewer adventurers and merchants were coming through. Originally, Will had been able to hire a cook and a waitress to help out around the inn, but he'd since had to let them both go. It was a one-man show now and even with the few people coming through, it was quite a long list of chores for a single twenty year old, especially to maintain an entire inn that was both his home and place of business.

But he had managed it.

So far.

It seemed like it was coming to an end though. Just over the past few months, the local lord had passed away and his son had taken over. He was less interested in preserving local legacies, like Will's inn, which had been there for two decades now, and more interested in his own personal comforts. He was trying to buy the inn and the land from Will to have it turned into a second house for himself. Will had been tempted, very tempted, because the amount of money he was offering was enough to move away and possibly start some new business in another, more successful village. And yet...he wasn't sure he wanted to leave.

This was where he had spent his entire life, where he had grown up with his parents. He knew most of the people living here.

Will sighed again and turned away from the issue. He only had a week left to decide and now wasn't the time. It had been a long day. He'd had to go collect and chop firewood, had to go to market to replenish his stock of food stuffs, had to make a few repairs around the place. He was tired. He just wanted to close up now. Slowly, he went about sealing off all the entrances and exits, starting by locking the windows. Then he went to the back door and locked it up too. After putting out the fire in the kitchen, he moved to the front door to lock it down for the night and then he paused. There was someone out there.

Coming towards him.

A woman. An adventuring type woman, from the looks of her. She was quite tall and well-built, that was all he could tell about her though in the fading twilight. She looked as if she meant to come inside.

As she approached, Will opened the door.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hi, are you renting rooms?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied eagerly. “Most definitely. Twenty coin for a night. That includes meals.”

“That's a bit expensive but I don't really feel like going anywhere else. You got it,” she said, and he stepped out of the way. She came inside and looked around. Now that he could see her better, he could tell three things about her right away. She was older than him. She must be a fighter, because she had a wicked scar down one side of her face and she had a sword at her hip. And, perhaps most obvious of all, she was very attractive in a rough and tumble kind of way. She had tanned skin and short brunette hair that was pulled into a loose ponytail. She was also taller than he was by a few inches, clad in some weathered and worn leather armor.

“My name is Lydia,” she said.

“Will,” he replied.

“What do you have to eat?” she asked, walking over to a table and sitting down. Will shut and locked the door, then moved to join her.

“Not much, at the moment, I'm afraid. There's a bit of beef and lamb I made for dinner leftover, and some bread and fruits.”

“That sounds good. Bring me what you've got left.”

“Yes ma'am,” he replied.

He moved into the kitchen and, as he began gathering the food, he found himself thinking about what she might look like naked. It wasn't an odd thought, not for a twenty year old man, but it came on with a powerful sort of allure. He'd only ever dated two women in his life, once when he was sixteen and again last year when he was nineteen. Both relationships had failed for different reasons and he didn't want to think about either of them anymore. But this woman...there was something about her, something intensely alluring.

He gathered the food and brought it out to her.

“Thank you,” she said. “Would you mind keeping me company while I eat? It's been awhile since I've had anyone to be social with.”

“Not at all,” Will replied, sitting down across from her. “So, uh, I take it that you're an adventurer?” he asked.

“I am,” she replied, nodding. “I used to be a paladin but I've since left the order. I've been wandering this land for years now. I...seek to right wrongs and often I slay undead. What about you, Will? You seem a bit young to be running an inn.”

“I'm twenty,” he replied, trying not to be defensive. It wasn't the first time his age had come up and Lydia seemed genuinely curious, not condescending. “I inherited this building and this land when my parents were killed in a bandit raid on the city a few years ago.”

“I'm very sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah...it hasn't been easy.”

“You don't have anyone around? Anyone to help out?”

“No. Not anymore.”

“You live here alone?” Lydia asked. Something about the way she asked that question made Will look back at her, since his eyes had wandered to the nearby window, to the moonlit landscape. She was looking at him intently, then she looked back down at her food.

“No, it's just me here.”

“No girlfriend?” she asked.

“...no. Why?”

She offered him a small smile. “I'm just curious.” Was she hitting on him? No way. She was this mature, super hot, totally badass warrior and he was just this sad, awkward kid half her age. No way she'd be interested in him.

But...what if she was?

Could he ever forgive himself if he didn't pursue this?

Lydia finished her meal and sat back. They kept talking, though she did most of the talking over the next forty five minutes or so. As the time passed, Will became more and more convinced that she was hitting on him. He became increasingly nervous as he worked himself up to the idea of actually inviting her to his bedroom.

“So, what about you?” he asked suddenly after silence had fallen for a little while.

“What about me what?” Lydia replied. She seemed amused.

“Do you have, you know, anyone? A boyfriend?” he asked.

“No. Traveling around a lot means that I don't really get to form attachments. My relationships tend to be short. Usually one night stands and flings.”

“Oh...” he said. She was staring at him intently, as if waiting for him to pursue that particular avenue of conversation. He summoned up what little courage he had left. “In that case, would you be, uh...interested in, well, spending the night with me?”

Lydia laughed. “By the Gods you are shy!” she said. “Yes. I would like that.”

“Really?!”

“Yes. I want to have sex with you, Will. You're young and handsome. I'm leaving town tomorrow. It's a great match. It took you long enough.”

“I'm sorry, I just...you're really hot and...older. Uh, not that that's a bad thing. I like older woman, a lot. I just...”

“It's okay, Will. Just relax. How about you take me down to your room...does it have a bathtub in it?” she asked.

“Yeah, it does.”

“Excellent. I need a soak. We'll take a bath together and then...have some fun. How does that sound?” she asked.

“It sounds fantastic,” Will replied.

It had worked. He'd actually worked up the courage to ask this hot, mature warrior to bed and she had said yes!

He quickly cleaned up the dishes and then guided Lydia to his own bedroom, which was in the basement. They walked silently down there together. As they came into the bedroom, Will immediately wished he'd taken some time to clean the place up a bit. It looked like a wreck in his eyes, but Lydia didn't seem to care.

“So, you a virgin?” she asked as she began taking off her armor.

“No,” he replied.

“Okay. Probably for the best. I like taking cute young men's virginity, but...well, there's always a higher chance that they'll fall in love with me. Boys tend to fall in love with the girl that takes their virginity.”

“That's true,” Will murmured, remembering his own first love.

“Well, not to worry. Tonight will be a great night, I promise. I'm quite...experienced in pleasing the men I welcome into my bed. How about you? You any good at pleasing women?” she asked. Her armor was off now and she was pulling off her boots.

“I'm not sure, I haven't had much experience, I'm afraid.”

“That's all right. It's not too difficult.”

Will took off his shirt and was in the process of getting out of his boots, still unable to fully comprehend the fact that he was about to have sex with a woman twice his age, when Lydia took off her shirt and her bra. Her breasts were enormous, popping free of the bra that she tossed aside. She stretched, making her breasts even more prominent, then seemed to sense his gaze on them and smirked. “What?” she asked.

“Your...those...um, you're very pretty,” he replied.

She laughed, short and loud. “Finish getting naked,” she replied.

He nodded and recommenced taking his clothes off. He kept a close watch on her as she revealed more of her beautiful body. She was well-built, her muscles obvious. Her stomach was smooth and hard, her frame large. He imagined she could do some real damage in combat. Her thighs were thick and beautiful, her vagina smooth, which was odd. The other girls he'd been with had had pubic hair. Hers was bald and smooth.

“How do you do that? With your, uh, hair?” he asked.

She glanced down. “That? Oh, a simple fire spell.” She raised her hand and suddenly a small wave of fire engulfed it. “It's changed so that it only burns off hair, not skin. Nice, isn't it?”

“Uh...yeah, really nice,” he replied.

As he finished getting undressed, she turned away from him and began walking for the tub. He was given a view of her ass, which was huge and pale. It was difficult not to stare at. As she got down into the sunken tub, he quickly finished getting naked, crossed the room and joined her in the water. For the first few moments, the pair of them simply washed up, using bars of soap and washcloths he kept on the tubs' edge.

When they were finished, Lydia beckoned him over.

Will moved to join her, getting next to her. She leaned in and began kissing him, pressing her lips against his. He felt her grab his wrist and bring it up to one of her breasts. He groaned as he started groping it. Her tits really were massive and they felt wonderful. He began running his hands along her body as they made out and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Will lost himself in her touch, her taste, her smell.

How long had it been?

Too long since he'd last known the touch of a woman. He continued groping her large, beautiful breasts until he slipped his hand down to her thigh, then back around to her huge ass. Finally, he decided to pleasure her. He brought his hand back around and slipped it in between her thick thighs, which she parted for him. As they continued to make out, Will found the small nub of her clit and began to gently massage it with the tip of his finger. He'd learned at least this much from his other two girlfriends and they seemed to like it.

Lydia let out a low moan.

“That's right,” she whispered. “That's the spot right there. Keep that up.”

“Yes ma'am,” he replied.

She smiled and kept kissing him, moaning as they made out and he continued to finger her. He rubbed her clit, making small, increasingly powerful circles. He kept this up until his finger and his wrist began to ache and then, suddenly, Lydia let out a small scream of pleasure. He felt the water around her pussy get hotter and he realized she was coming. Sex juices escaped her pussy for several seconds and her muscles tensed and released over and over again until she finished coming. When it was over, she let out a long, contented sigh and leaned back.

“I knew you'd do fine,” she said with a grin.

“Glad I could help,” Will replied.

She leaned over and gave him a long kiss. “Now,” she said, straightening up. “It's your turn. Get up on the edge of the tub, I'll suck your dick...where would you like to come?” she asked. “My mouth? My face? My tits?”

“I'd really like to come on your tits,” he replied.

“That can be arranged,” Lydia said.

Will quickly pulled himself up onto the side of the tub. He was rock hard now, his dick fully erect. Lydia got into position, the waterline just up to below her breasts. Leaning in, she slipped her tongue out and licked all the way up from the base of his cock to the head and slipped it smoothly into her mouth.

Will groaned as she started sucking him off, her head bobbing rapidly. She looked ridiculously sexy, her short brunette hair darkened by the water, plastered to her head. She looked up at him with sharp green eyes.

He didn't last long.

A combination of it having been quite awhile since his last brush with the opposite sex and how ridiculously hot it was to be sucked off by a very attractive woman probably old enough to be his mother ensured that. Plus, Lydia's clear skill at sucking dick only made the process even faster. She kept going, bobbing her head and gripping his dick with her first two fingers and her thumb, jerking it off as well.

Within a minute, he was ready to blow.

“Gonna go!” he gasped.

Lydia slipped him out of her hot, wet mouth, pointed his cock down at her huge tits and began rapidly jacking him off. That's all it took. Will looked down in sheer amazement as his cock began kicking and jerking violently in her hand, huge, thick spurts of his white, cloudy seed being spat out of its tip, all over her huge breasts. She kept jerking him until he was dry, until there was no more left to come out, then she put it back into her mouth and sucked out what was left.

“There,” she said, getting back beneath the water and cleaning herself off. “How was that? Did I do a good job?”

“Best blowjob of my life,” he replied, slipping back into the water.

“Good. Now, let's take a break, then we can fuck.”

He was still horny and very much looking forward to being inside of her again.

They soaked for a bit longer, then cleaned up, got out and dried off. Once they were dry, they walked over to his bed, what had been his parent's bed, and laid down. For a moment, they simply laid there and looked at each other. Then Lydia reached out and grabbed his cock. She began massaging it and started making out with him again.

“Do you have...I mean, I don't have any kind of protection,” he said.

“Don't worry,” she replied. “I'm protected. We'll be fine.”

“Okay.”

They kept making out until she pulled him on top of her. She spread her long, powerful legs for him, exposing herself, inviting him inside. Will felt an additional wave of excitement ripple through him. He'd never had sex with a woman without protection before. He'd heard it was supposed to feel incredible bareback.

Carefully, he lined his cock up with her tight, glistening opening. He rested the head of it just at the entrance to her pussy and began to work his way inside. She was really fucking wet. They both moaned as he penetrated her, burying himself inside.

“Oh, yes, Will,” Lydia moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me like a whore.”

Will groaned and pushed himself all the way inside. He started humping her, pulling and pushing his cock repeatedly into her hot, wet, mature pussy. Lydia moaned loudly as he did this. Will pushed himself up, staring down at her perfect body, at her huge tits, bouncing in motion with his thrusts, up at her attractive face, twisting and reacting in pleasure to the sex. She looked up at him, smiling, and he leaned down and kissed her.

“You like me?” she asked, running her hands across his back. “You like my body? My pussy?”

“Yes, I love it,” he moaned. “It feels so good, Lydia.”

It did. Being inside of her was like a new plateau of pleasure. Bareback definitely felt better than protected sex. It was like his cock was being infused with pure pleasure, it filled him like a drug or like magic, making him want to come inside of her. He held out for as long as he could, pounding her, but then he looked down at her thick thighs, at where their crotches met, at his dick, wet from her pussy, sliding rapidly in and out of it, and that was all it took.

“Lydia, I'm going to come,” he gasped.

“Do it,” she said. “Come into me. Fill me up with it.”

That was all the incentive he needed.

Something released inside of him and then his cock was once more spitting out gobs of his seed directly into Lydia's pussy. He cried out, laying down on her and wrapping his arms tightly around her, frozen in place for the moment save for his hips. They thrusted forward, responding automatically to each jolt his orgasm sent throughout his body. He could feel his cock, held tightly in place by Lydia's mature pussy, kicking and jerking, ejecting his seed forcibly from his body in thick spurts. Slowly, the orgasm ended.

“Oh wow,” he gasped, trying to get his breath back. “Wow, that was something else.”

“I'm glad you liked it,” Lydia replied.

Carefully, Will pulled out of her and laid down on the bed next to her. As he laid there, basking in the post-coital glow, all at once, a thought came to him. It was as clear as day, crystal in its clarity, perfect. He realized, suddenly, that he knew what he should do. Staying here, at this inn, was foolish. He was clinging needlessly to the past. If his parents were here, they would be telling him that it wasn't working, that he needed to move on with his life. He wasn't sure what about the sex he had just had that cleared his mind, but it did.

For whatever reason, he was thinking clearly.

“Lydia,” he said.

“Yes?”

“Would you do me a favor? It's kind of a big one.”

“Well, we just had sex so I'm kind of open to suggestion. I guess it depends on what it is.”

He spent the next several minutes detailing his situation and ultimately asked her if she would help him wrap up his affairs here and offer protection to him while he made his way to another village to take another shot at making a life.

“Hmm...normally, I don't go for this kind of thing. I'm a loner and I like to travel alone. But I like you. You remind me of another cute young man I once knew intimately and traveled with for a little while. His name was Owyn. So...give me twenty gold and promise to eat me out or finger me once a day while we're together, and I'll do it.”

“You've got yourself a deal,” Will replied. They shook hands. Will laughed. “I kind of feel like celebrating or something.”

Lydia smiled. “I can think of one way to celebrate,” she replied, running a finger down his chest.

Will leaned over and kissed her, preparing for round two.

Love's Night Out (A Free Short)

Okay, here is the first free short story!

I wrote this one back in 2015. It was originally intended as bonus content for Patreon when I very first launched it. It didn't take long to realize that it just wasn't going to work, so I scrapped Patreon there for awhile, but I ended up with a handful of short stories. Eventually, I wrote some more and created a pair of collections I called Quickies.

Unfortunately, Quickies didn't do too well, and probably a big reason was because you already had to be a fan and have read certain content to really appreciate the short stories. So I eventually took Quickies down and am in the process of breaking them up and either adding some of the shorts back into the re-releases of some titles, or releasing them as stand-alone stories.

In order to fully appreciate Love's Night Out, I'd say you would have to read Hellcats & Hellcats 2. Although there is a brief mention of it in the beginning of Hellcats 3. It takes place during Hellcats 2 and expands upon a sexual encounter Lovebot 2.0 had while on vacation. I hope you like it!


Mark couldn't believe his luck.

He'd spent the past four days on the White Sand Islands, lounging in the lap of luxury. He was on vacation, a corporate-sponsored vacation. Being this high up in the company, he was entitled to two per year, five days each, to wherever he wanted to go with a budget of two thousand credits. Any overflow he had to cover himself, but that was fine, given that he lived in a small, decently-priced apartment and didn't have particularly expensive tastes.

The trip had been nice but a bit bland. Walks on the beach, perusing the various tourist trap shops, a little bit of gambling, a bit of drinking. He'd had a roll in the hay twice with a prostitute that worked for the hotel he was staying at and that had been quite wonderful. Her name had been Brandi and she was a brunette ten years younger than him, slim and limber with a beautiful mouth. Unfortunately for him, working in a sexbot brothel for a year in his early twenties had left him with a bit of a different appetite.

It wasn't that he didn't enjoy Brandi, he had, thoroughly, but she didn't quite give him that spark. No, when you got used to seeing those robot girls, used to the sex they could provide you...even the cheap models would blow your mind.

And now, here, he had met a sexbot.

Her name was Lovebot Two Point Oh but she called herself Love.

She was absolutely gorgeous. Apparently, she was a mercenary and she was here on vacation with her friends, who were also mercenaries. Mark had found her strolling along the beach outside the café he'd been having breakfast in earlier this morning. She was such a sight to behold, not just in her physical beauty but the fact that she was so obviously a sexbot, all that silver skin, gleaming mellowly in the early morning sunshine, that he hadn't been able to help himself. He'd had to approach her, strike up a conversation.

Love was very personable, very charismatic, in fact.

She'd started talking with him after he introduced himself and they'd walked back to the café and sat down and continued talking.

That talk had lasted through most of the day.

After breakfast, they'd gone walking through the stalls and it became increasingly obvious that Love was interested in him in the same way he was interested in her. Especially after he told her the story about working at the sexbot brothel. He was worried she might take offense to it but she said she didn't have a problem with it.

Now, they were walking back to his hotel.

She was holding his hand, resting her metal head on his shoulder.

“Did you have a favorite?” she asked, suddenly.

“Hmm?” he replied. They hadn't spoken for the past ten minutes.

“Among the lovers you took in the brothel, did you have a favorite?”

“I did, actually. Her name was Vanessa.”

“What was she like? Why was she your favorite?”

“She was quick-witted, smart. They programmed her to have a bit of an attitude. She was for the guys who liked being on the submissive side of a domination-submissive encounter. I wasn't into that myself but she was okay with having regular sex, too. She was beautiful. I mean, they all were, but there was something about her. She was a redhead, had this short hair she always wore in a little, sexy ponytail, and dazzling green eyes. She was thin but they'd given her huge breasts and a curvy ass. She spent a lot of time with me, in between.”

“She sounds nice.”

“She was.”

They walked in through the lobby of his hotel. It was getting dark now, the sun setting on the islands. In an hour, the sky would be completely dark, the canopy of stars twinkling overhead. There was almost no one in the lobby.

They continued walking back to the elevator, then rode it up.

“So...we've never actually discussed...what happens when we get back to my room,” Mark said as the elevator ascended.

Love smiled. “How about we go back to your room and see what happens?” she replied.

“Okay.”

He liked where this was going. He'd never had sex with one of the higher-up models of sexbot. He'd occasionally thought of purchasing one, but, honestly, he'd been so focused on his career over the past few years that the thought never stayed for long. Maybe now it would. The elevator came to a halt and they stepped out into the corridor. A moment later, he was pressing his thumbprint on the keypad and letting them in.

The hotel room was small, but elegant, and came packed with amenities. There was, of course, the king-size bed, dominating the room. There was a huge, flat-screen TV built into the wall opposite the bed, a desk with a cushy chair, a mini-fridge complete with instant microwave and sink, and there was even a hot tub just across from the bed, in the actual bedroom. He'd soaked in it every morning and every night so far.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Love immediately turned to face him and pressed her lips against his. Mark immediately became lost in her deep, passionate kiss. She kissed him as if they were long-lost lovers or first time teens finally finding a private space. She used her tongue and she tasted like honey and sugar. Mark wrapped her in a hug, then found his hands wandering across her perfect, luscious silver body.

He reached down first, cupping the swell of her fat, thick, firm ass. It felt perfect in his grasp and he knew that she more than likely had tech built into her that scanned his hands and adjusted her breasts, ass, hips, and thighs to match it so that it felt perfect. And she did feel perfect. Absolutely perfect. She continued using her tongue, twining with her own. Mark moaned softly as he reached up in between them and began groping of her huge, silver breasts. They, too, fit perfectly into his grasp. He very much was looking forward to what would come next. Love began gently guiding him across the room, towards the bed.

“Do you like where this is going?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied as she took off his shirt. He raised his arms to help her. She tossed the t-shirt he'd been wearing aside. “I like it very much.”

“Good. I believe you'll like this next part a lot more.”

The sexbot dropped down to her knees and began to undo his pants. Mark couldn't believe how fast this was going, but, he reminded himself, she was a sexbot. This was kind of her thing. And maybe it was hard for her to get laid? He knew there were actually a lot of people who were kind of weirded out by fucking robots, like it was some kind of failure on their part or maybe they were paranoid that the thing might go nuts and hurt them, which never happened. And even those who were okay with it enough to do it, they still liked them to look human.

Love didn't. She looked like a robot.

She freed his cock and slipped it into her mouth. He was already rock hard and he moaned as she started sucking him off. She wrapped her thumb and first two fingers around his cock and started working it even as she sucked it.

“Oh Love,” he moaned. “Oh that's-that's so fucking good.”

She was moaning, too.

From working on so many sexbots, Mark knew that they were designed to sense and experience the pleasure felt by their partner, to give them an incentive to do really good in bed. Love continued moaning, the sound muffled given that his cock was in her mouth. Mark didn't realize how exciting this was until, suddenly, he was on the verge of orgasm.

“Oh, shit! Love, I'm gonna-gonna-oh you gotta stop-” he moaned.

Love didn't stop.

If anything, she picked up the pace, moving with a machine precision, an effect of her programming to maximize his pleasure and stimulation. Mark cried out as he started to come directly into her mouth. He heard Love cry out as well, since she was also experiencing his orgasm. Mark moaned, both hands on the back of her head now, gently fucking her mouth as he came into it. She was still sucking, as if trying to pump him completely dry. He could feel his cock twitching and spasming as it shot its load.

When it was over, Love released it and looked up at him.

“I told you you'd like what happened next,” she said, then she stood up and moved to the bathroom. “And you'll like what happens after this even better.”

“I'm betting you're right again,” Mark replied.

He heard her rinsing her mouth out, gargling and spitting. He kicked off his shoes, took off his pants and boxers and socks, then laid down on the bed. Love reappeared from the bathroom and crossed the room to join him. She climbed in bed with him and laid down next to him, resting her head on the pillow, smiling at him.

“Am I moving too fast?” she asked.

“Uh...no, it's fine,” he replied.

“Good. I mean, we both know this is a fling, a one night stand...we do both know that, right?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. I'm totally fine with that. I have to leave tomorrow afternoon.”

“It's my last day here, too. This is a good way to end the vacation.”

“I'm very much in agreement with that sentiment.”

Love laid there with him a bit longer, gently running her hands across his chest, his arms, his stomach. Slowly, their idle touching began to turn into something more. She reached down and slowly started stroking his cock, teasing it into an erection. As she did this, she began kissing him again, pressing her luscious, soft, warm body against his. He moaned softly as she gripped his now mostly-stiff dick and started jacking him off.

He groaned louder at this treatment and was soon fully erect.

“You ready for me to fuck you now?” she asked with a sultry smile.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice a little breathless now.

She smirked. “Figured.”

Love climbed lithely atop him, grabbing him and guiding him smoothly into her synthetic vagina. Mark groaned as she accepted his length all in one go. Inside, Love was perfect and tight and incredibly hot and wet. He could feel her artificial pussy shifting and conforming to the size and shape of his cock, perfectly modulating itself to him. The silver sexbot moaned loudly as she started riding him, resting on her knees and sliding herself smoothly up and down the rigid length of his dick. She reached down, grabbed his wrists and brought his hands up to her huge breasts. They both moaned as he began groping them.

“You like it?” she asked with a sexy, slutty grin on her face.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Oh, Love, it's so-oh, wow, it's good,” he gasped.

“Good boy,” she whispered, then moaned as he thrust up into her.

He let go of her breasts and placed his hands down on her round, smooth hips, bringing his knees up and using the leverage to begin thrusting up into her, making her breasts bounce even more than they already had been.

She continued riding him, putting her powerful, mechanical hips to use, bringing his pleasure, and thus her own, harder and faster, riding him more and more. Mark suddenly reached up, slipped his arms around her and pulled her down on top of him. He held her close to him and flipped her over so that she was on her back and he was on top of her. She stared up at him, slightly startled by the move, but let out a loud, powerful moan as he began driving into her.

“Oh Mark!” she cried. “Oh Mark fuck me!” she screamed.

He obliged her, bringing himself up on his knees and propping himself up on the heels of his hands to give himself both a bit more leverage and a great view of her perfectly proportioned body. Her huge tits bounced as he fucked her, pounding her as hard as he could, the sound of their flesh meeting loud in the bedroom.

“Love, I'm gonna go soon,” he moaned.

“Kiss me!” she replied.

He laid back down atop her and pressed his lips to her silver ones. As soon as he did, that was it. He started letting off inside of her once again, this time into her perfect, fake pussy. They both moaned into each other's kiss as they orgasmed. Mark lost himself in the climax, feeling his dick kick and spit and fight against the incredibly tight hold Love's pussy had on it. He could feel his seed being shot out of him in hot spurts, shoved into her depths.

Slowly, he came back to reality, to himself, and he pulled out of her. Once he was free of her, Mark flopped over onto the bed.

“That was the best one-night stand I've ever had,” he said.

Love grinned. “And it's not even over yet.”

“That's true...you gonna stay with me all night?” he asked.

“I think I'd have to for it to be full one-night stand.”

He laughed. “I'm not complaining.”

“Good. We'll take a break and then get back to it.”

Mark just grinned and kissed her.

They made love four more times before the end.

It was fantastic.

In the morning, they rose and she sucked him off in the shower. Then they both dried off (though she didn't have to very much, since the water rolled right off her synthetic skin), then he got dressed and offered to take her for one more walk.

And here they were, walking along a street in the early morning sun. Not many people were out. There were a handful of stalls, bright-eyed street vendors selling this and that to the tourists. Mark spied something he liked, something he thought Love might like, so he stopped in front of one particular stall. They were still holding hands.

“I want to get you a present,” he said.

“I'd like that,” Love replied with a genuine smile. “A lot.”

He picked up a golden locket. It was fairly cheap, just ten credits, but the street vendors all sold cheap stuff. Even so, it was fairly sturdy. Mark paid for it, then opened it up and held it up in front of him. Instead of lockets like they used to have, where you put a picture of yourself in it, this one had a tiny, built-in camera. He took a picture of himself, giving an awkward grin, then he took a second one, since it could hold two, one on either side.

The second one was of him and Love kissing.

“Thank you,” she said, studying the locket.

“I know it's kind of silly, since you have a digital memory and all, but I wanted you to have something to remember me by,” he replied.

Love slipped it on over her head, around her neck. “It's not silly,” she said, adjusting it slightly, so that it hung down between her breasts. “It's very sweet. Thank you. Really.”

“You're welcome,” he replied.

She gave him a hug, then she took a step back. “This is goodbye, I guess,” she said. “It's been a lot of fun.”

“It has. Goodbye, Love.”

They enjoyed a lingering kiss, then Love disengaged herself from him, gave him one more smile, turned and began walking away.

Mark watched her go until she was out of sight.

Then he turned and began walking back to his hotel.