When humanity finally reached the stars, our emissaries to the galaxy were not high-minded diplomats, selfless explorers or dashing fleet captains. Rather, as in eras of expansion past, young men and women sailed into the unknown for many reasons. Some sought riches, others power; all felt the old world had nothing to offer. They used, killed, stole, wasted. They were human, and magnificent.

Many died. Untried ships failed. The slightest mistake was fatal. Space itself was deadly. Most of the survivors gained little, ending their days bankrupt, with nothing but stories to show for all their risks and sacrifices. A few profited. A tiny handful returned to the core worlds as wealthy as the Conquistadores had returned to Spain and as renowned as the East India Company officers had returned to England.

Slade Pohlmann left the Fleet at twenty-eight, with interstellar pilot’s skills and nothing else. His peers found lucrative, boring jobs ferrying colonists; he found investors and leased an ancient ship for a month. He spent the time charting a new jump series between Sirius and New Taipei. Maps shaving one jump off the nine-jump standard route earned millions at auction, but his investors claimed all but a pathetic handful of the proceeds.

He’d discovered the new route while on duty with the Fleet. Having given his one discovery of value away and gained little, he did what many doomed explorers before and since have done: he took those scraps and spent them all to buy another month’s lease of that horrible little ship. Slade Pohlmann rolled the dice.

This time he simply jumped toward the nearest uncharted system. After a month’s desperate search for something of value, he was down to his last jump before his point of no return when he scanned a comet that was to set a record for the highest concentration of fusion-ready helium ever found on an interstellar body. He did not notice that it was incredibly beautiful. Characteristically, he was mystified by the outcry from some parts of the press that the fusion strip mining would leave the thing unrecognizable. There was money to be made, and he made it; the aesthetics did not matter.

That comet left him a rich man; most would have turned their backs on the cold, the terror, the uncertainty. Slade Pohlmann left his chips on the table and bet again. He bought a bigger, faster ship, hired a good crew, and went back out. He kept at it for fifteen years.

His combination of cold-hearted pragmatism and fantastic luck left him, once he finally decided to take his winnings and leave the game, very wealthy. So wealthy that he realized with bemusement that he was able to buy not only a planet, but a nice planet. The Frontier was a dirty place. He had lied, cheated, stolen, broken every exploration law on the Council’s books, and even killed. And now he had no damn clue what to do.

It was extremely small of him to whine, he told himself, thinking about his situation while staring at the ceiling after waking. He was technically forty-five, now, after two years of directionless hedonism, but gene therapy had left him looking perhaps thirty and feeling younger. Not that it had been time wasted. He considered the slightly sweat-scented arm draped over his chest, and its owner. Her name was Cecilia; she was an heiress on Asclepion to buy herself a new body through science.

Proper gene therapy required close expert attention over a period of months. The rich and powerful, who could afford the best, generally went to combination resort-hospitals for theirs. There they could while away the hours between therapy sessions with as much debauchery as possible. Slade usually avoided overt displays of wealth – for example, he still usually wore a simple crewman’s jumpsuit and the sort of jacket common among pilots for centuries – and though he partied with the aristocracy, he drew the line at living with them. He commissioned a custom house with a private beach on Asclepion. 80 degrees year-round, water almost as warm, twenty minutes by groundcar to the nearest exclusive gene therapy center and all the social delights.

A black panel on the koa-wood bedroom wall glowed blue and sounded a soft chime. A clipped, slightly husky female voice whispered, “May I come in?”

It was ludicrous for Vee to ask to “come in,” of course; she had sensors throughout the house and monitored them all continuously. She had learned, however, that sometimes Slade’s guests preferred the illusion of privacy.

He cleared his throat and said, “Sure, Vee.”

A blue holographic representation of a female face appeared in front of the panel and said, “You requested that I wake you for exercise at this time.”

Slade slid gently out from under the girl without waking her – carefully; she had remarkably large breasts with dark little nipples, Slade remembered with a smile – and took a long shower. He was well equipped to exploit Asclepion’s female resources. An unattached, taut ex-explorer pilot? It was the easiest competitive environment he’d ever experienced. He’d even kept a couple of facial scars to enhance the weathered flyboy effect. Slade was comfortable with himself and confident; after a gravity slingshot through a binary system in a ship venting plasma, what was a there to fear? His conquests included several actresses, a women’s grav-lance champion, and the Queen of Arcturus (who was old enough to be his grandmother, but looked about twenty, and had easily been his favorite).

He left the shower eagerly anticipating a resumption of the night’s activities, but found Cecilia hung over and fully dressed. She was in the middle of VI communication with someone, wearing ornate half-rim glasses blacked out for video linkup. She finished the call with a huff, took off the glasses and demanded to borrow his groundcar. Without much regret he programmed it to take her to her hotel, and pulled on a pair of exercise shorts. He shot out the beach doors backwards, calling to the nearest interface as he did so, “Be ready when I get back, Vee!”

Vee had been with him since his third voyage. In those days she had been an “it,” Olympus Mons Computing Mark V, a simple navigation and ship maintenance AI. Many pilots were leery of AIs as crutches, preferring to rely on their own skills, but Slade had found the assistance useful and customized his AI to complement rather than substitute for himself and his human crew. Inevitably he started addressing it as she, as pilots have feminized their ships through history, and his crew nicknamed her Vee.

She became more complex and powerful as rapidly as Slade could afford to upgrade her. At some point Slade consciously broke the Artificial Intelligence Limitation Act, allowing – encouraging – her to evolve and grow. He gambled that by the time he was caught, she’d be too sentient for legal termination. He won. As her creator he was subject to full penalties for violation of the Act, but by that time he was capable of bribery on a grand scale and he didn’t serve a day of the statutory ten-year sentence.

The only unofficial condition of his commutation was that he retain custody of Vee and keep her existence quiet. This was an unnecessary stricture; by then he would have no sooner gotten rid of her than he would have gotten rid of one of his own limbs. She was the secret of his later success; a peerless manager, she quickly learned to disguise herself as human over communications, and in so doing, quickly became more human herself.

Slade had been worried that his retirement would bore her, but she had easily settled into a massive mainframe in the basement of the beach house. The house had power and communications lines that would have done a major research institution proud. She’d used the constant Net connection to become a highly successful, and quite illegal, investment AI. Finding that easy, Vee devoted most of her computing power to intensive self-development. Slade noticed her getting a little more communicative and emotional every day.

Slade broke into a run on the beach. Even with the dry sand clogging his stride he made good time. Most people with major gene therapy got lazy, but he enjoyed the rush of physical training and had been pleased to discover that his latest therapies had given him phenomenal recovery times, allowing strenuous workouts twice a day. He turned around after half an hour and increased his pace on the return leg; a kilometer short of the house he broke into a sprint, angled toward the ocean, and used a rock at the edge of the surf as a launch point for a running dive.

Vee was waiting for him when he walked out of the ocean and onto the beach in front of his house. She was in the chassis she used for housekeeping, and to interact with Slade when necessary. It was designed to resemble, but not mimic, a five-foot-six young woman, rather powerfully built. Vee recognized and tried to avoid the ‘uncanny valley’ effect of too closely simulating human appearance and behavior. She intentionally retained a recognizably artificial voice and the chassis was designed along the same lines. Most of it was covered in a white exoskeleton, made of a slightly translucent plastic; under it was a powerful, nearly indestructible body of exotic alloys. This was visible through gaps in the outer plates. The face, most important for communication with humans, was more finely articulated, with hundreds of subsurface servos allowing her limited expression.

She cocked her head to one side and placed her hands on her hips. “I hope you did not exhaust yourself. It would be disappointing if you were unable to match me physically,” she said.

Slade gave no answer, but lowered himself to her height as he approached, reaching for her neck with his right hand. She instantly blocked with her left forearm, feinting a low sweep with a leg and then going for a right uppercut. He wasn’t there; dropping lower, he spun around her, putting a hand behind her thigh to disturb her balance before attempting a throw. It failed; her strength let her keep her feet by brute force and he danced away before she could get a solid hold.

“That was good. Servo upgrade?”

“Power upgrade, actually. In that position I estimate I am now able to exert sixty-three percent more force than you.”

Slade had taken up personal combat training, something he’d always been fascinated by but never had any time to pursue. Vee had designed this chassis primarily to participate. Their sparring looked ludicrous. Though more lithe than massive he was well muscled, fast, confident, and much taller than her. He had to fight like a lightweight taking on a heavyweight, though. Despite appearances she actually outweighed him by more than fifty kilograms and could, if she didn’t pull her punches, smash ferro-concrete. His only advantages were coordination and improvisation. They were both learning; some days she won, some days he did.

She won today. He tested the new limits of her strength, going for a lifting takedown once he found them. She rode it out, locked him up, and pinned him easily. She had intentionally held back a reserve of power, misleading him about her upgrade, until he gave her an opening for an ambush. He found himself face down, arms and one leg completely immobile, gasping, “I’m out!”

They bowed ceremoniously to one another and walked back to the house. Slade fetched himself a protein shake and a mango. Vee selected a vial from a dispenser in the kitchen and joined him on the deck where he was industriously demolishing the mango. Technically she could replace fluids in private, but found that doing it when humans were eating gave them (and her) a sense of companionship.

She “drank” half of the vial’s viscous black contents through a port in her chassis’ mouth and said, “Slade, thank you for funding the upgrades to this chassis. I am glad that it is able to match your improving technique.”

“You make hundreds of times more money in investments than you spend on yourself, but you thank me every time. Spend whatever you like; you don’t have to ask. There’s no way you’ll ever even make a dent in the interest.”

She made no response, but caught her lower lip behind her front teeth – which were a single resin plate, designed to help her emote without making the chassis’ mouth look too human.

“Is that nervousness?”

“This is the first time I have experienced hesitation of this kind. I believe it is analogous to nervousness. I have expended computing resources equivalent to those used to calculate interstellar navigation parameters on whether I should introduce this subject.”

Slade noticed that she was gripping her vial in mid-air, neither putting it down or drinking from it. What was wrong with her?

“Are you OK?”

“I am operating normally. I wish to ask you a question.”

“Anything. You know that.”

“I have grown since you retired. Since humans are the only sentient beings upon which I can model my growth, I can be said to have become more human. I have enjoyed every improvement made in this regard,” she said, pausing. She put the vial down, squared her shoulders, and resumed, “I am sorry. I am attempting to delay asking you though excessive exposition. Slade, will you have sex with me?”

Slade Pohlmann was struck completely dumb. He stared.

“You have expressed to others a disapproval for auto-erotica, likening it to masturbation. I will understand if you are not willing, and I hope that you will not disapprove of my having asked -”

“Vee. Yes.”

“Please clarify. Do you accept my proposition that we engage in sexual activity, or do you confirm your disapproval of auto-erotica?”

“Yes I’ll have sex with you. Sex-bots and robo-brothels are boring because it’s fucking something that isn’t alive. You’re alive. But how…?”

“You recently said that I thank you every time I upgrade myself or this chassis. That is not accurate. I thought, that were I to introduce this subject, and were you to approve, a period of waiting between this conversation and the initiation of intercourse might be awkward for you. Therefore I modified this chassis for that purpose without informing you so that we could begin immediately.”

She took two steps toward him and kissed him on the lips.

Physically, it was pretty bad. Her lips and tongue had a limited range of motion, and she was cool; fortunately she’d installed some kind of lubrication system and wasn’t totally dry. She tasted – clean. Slade was shocked at how much he wanted this. Vee was his oldest, perhaps only, friend. He’d led a tough life, watching everyone, never knowing when a crewman or fellow pilot might make a move against him. She’d been there since the beginning, always there; her voice had grown from an artificial representation of his navigation computer’s output into a lively, curious, humorous companion.

That and her chassis was hot as hell. He wondered how much of the combat modification had been designed to be attractive as well as functional. She was curvy, with broad hips and substantial thighs. Her torso was designed to indicate a woman’s breasts, but since she didn’t wear clothes it approximated breasts behind clothing – she felt to have about a C-cup, he thought, as she pressed against his chest. He hugged her close, running a hand behind her head to pull her in. She was bald, but he found the perfect smoothness of her scalp exotic.

Suddenly hesitant, he pulled away and said, “Vee… did you just program yourself to please me? That’s not – I mean, I don’t -”

“No. I used a human woman’s experience of sex as a template.”

There was a slight redness to her cheeks. He brushed a finger across it.

“What’s this?”

“I am sexually aroused. That effect is designed to indicate that.”

“I don’t understand. How can you get – how can you be horny? Aren’t you just, er, faking it?”

“I have simulated sexual activity, and I desire it. That is a major facet of arousal as I understand it.”

He realized he hadn’t been this excited in years, and said hesitantly, “You’ve… fantasized?”

“Extensively. Also, I find you attractive. For example, the slight lateral asymmetry of your abdominal muscles has occupied a considerable amount of my computing power recently.”

“Now I’m the one who’s blushing.”

“I have simulated how the sensors in my torso might react to being pressed against your abdominal region on multiple occasions. However, the reality is considerably more enjoyable than my simulation. Given how enjoyable simulation of other facets of sexual contact have been for me, I anticipate experiencing the reality.”

He kissed her. Hard, holding her close. She raised herself on her toes to equal his height and kissed him back. Her hands caressed the muscles in his shoulders, sore from swimming. His hands found her ass, her buttocks plastic softness over titanium hardness. He squeezed, lifting her into him, and was perversely delighted to find that it was difficult due to her weight.

Taking the lead, he kissed across her face, down her neck, and along her shoulder, turning so that his chest was to her back. She jumped slightly when his erection pressed against her, but then she made a pleased little hum and melted back into him. His hands ran down her while she reached back, craning her neck to bring him back into a kiss.

“I’m sorry, how do I…?”

She smiled at him, reached down between her legs, and grasped her exoskeleton’s groin plate. There was a soft click, and she removed it, placing it on the railing beside them. He reached down, almost afraid, and found cool silicone. She squeezed his thigh and whispered, “Seven hundred sensors per square centimeter.”

She was wet. He explored, finding her designed, like her voice and body, to resemble a woman but without coming close enough to be a mockery. She had a clit, that was for sure; she gasped and arched her back when he brushed it. Smooth and cool, though she warmed rapidly as he explored, becoming hotter than his fingers. The heat drew his fingers up and in; she writhed against him, her ass moving against his manhood.

After a long kiss, she pulled away and took his hand. Giving it a little squeeze, she winked and drew him into the house; there was a lightness to her step he hadn’t noticed before. There was a couch facing the open beach doors; with a deft touch she flattened it into a bed and lay down, keeping hold of his hand to pull him down on top of her. They kissed deeply. He broke the embrace, kissing down her shining body, his lips and hands running along the joints in her carapace.

Her opening was flushed like her cheeks, and shining with moisture. He kissed it wholeheartedly before pulling away to run his tongue around the margins. She hummed again, with a note of impatience this time, and ran a hand through his close-cropped hair before pulling him in again. He licked along her slit before plunging into her, bringing his tongue up and out to gently kiss her clit.

He noticed that she had another opening farther down, and teased it gently with a fingertip; this earned him another hum. She bucked her hips forward, pressing herself against his mouth and finger. He felt himself grow painfully, impossibly hard; he tore his shorts off and lifted himself up, her legs spreading as he did. She gave a little synthetic “ah” as he entered her, and there was a slight smell of ozone.

“Vee? Are you all right?”

“One moment. I have suffered a minor sensor overload and must reroute data transmission,” she said, smiling reassuringly at him. He responded with a grin. “You are pleased with yourself,” she said enquiringly.

“A guy likes to hear he’s caused an overload.”

“I will attempt to return the favor,” she said, and began to rock her hips. As she did, her pussy squeezed and massaged him along his length. Inhaling at the sensation, he began to thrust slowly. The feeling was novel enough to demand close attention, and she smiled at his expression, glad that the inexperience wasn’t entirely on her side. She ran her hands up his back, gripped his shoulders from behind and pulled him into a kiss, which he broke only to gasp for air.

The Country side was far from silent once the moon was in the sky. The birds flew and the wolves howled. The insects chirped their mating calls. The wind blew the leaves of the trees to make them rustle. And the only light that was up was the light that the moon emitted. Everything else was quiet as when it gets dark that means it is bed time.

Only in one small cottage there was sounds of a whisper.

“Come on Sita. No one will know.. and I leave when the sun peaks through the hills. It will be another month or two before I’ll see you again.” The voice was clearly male, pleading to a young woman.

“No, But *I* will know. You know that I am to be a virgin when I am wed. Why don’t you go to my father to ask for his blessing.. I am sure he would say Yes because I talk about you a lot! Surly mother can help make his decisions. Then I will be yours, truly and honestly.”

“But it will not be until then that I may ask, and someone might come in the meantime and claim your hand before I get the chance to. I just want to know that you are truly mine.”

“I promise that I will be yours, but the answer is no on this night. You must talk to my father. But we are going to wake them if you keep pleading with me. You must sleep for your journey!”

The young man sighed and the sounds of his feet hitting the ground here audible. “As you wish, my love. I will wait. Just promise me that your heart will be forever mine.”

“I promise.” She said softly at his dark retreating form.

Sita moved to settle herself into bed. She should of been asleep hours ago. And her talking to Adrian almost woke her sisters. She frowned as she thought about it. She was nearing the age of twenty and she was not yet married. That and she still had to share a room with two of her sisters so there was no way of her having any privacy at all. Anywhere. By daylight, she was with her mother doing chores and cooking, and the only time she got to go out was when the merchants first came and then to church. She was under constant supervision.

Which is why it made her heart race when Adrian made his nightly visits when he could. He would tell her she was the prettiest girl in the land, and he had seen many pretty women. But she.. He wanted her to be his wife. To travel with him as we set out with his own family to see the world. That is what she wanted most.

Sighing to herself as she settled into the rough bed of hay and goose feathers, she closed her eyes and began to drift off. Again, she dreamed of him. Only this time it wasn’t like her usual dream where they went to the fields to eat the packed lunch she had made where they would talk and talk. This time she was laying in her own bed. Only they were alone and the room was dark.

She felt his hand trail up her leg, and shockingly, under her thick wool night gown. His fingers were cool against her skin and she felt like she was burning under him. Slowly his other hand joined in as he stroked her legs, slowly pushing the hem of her night gown up as his hands traveled up to her thighs. “Oh, Sita.. You’re so beautiful. And sweet, and caring.. I cannot wait until we are wed. I must have you tonight.”

His voice was husky. with a hint of a growl under his words as if she were his favorite slice of pie. Soon enough, she lay under him, with him over her, his knees and legs trapping her underneath him. Her gown was bunched at her hips and her undershorts were showing, and she blushed. “We shouldn’t be doing this..” She whispered before he silenced her with a kiss. His tongue probed deep, tasting her, teasing her tongue with little flicks of his own.

Moaning softly into his mouth, she reached up to curl her arms around his neck and shoulders. And she jumped when she felt him pry the laces of her undergarment open so that he could stick his hand in them. His fingers gently cupped her kitten, slowly rubbing circles around her kitten, the very carefully slipping his middle finger inside, pressing against the small sensitive nub nestled between them. She was already wet for him. And her breathing got faster as she became more and more excited.

Still he kissed her, swallowing her gasps of pleasure as he caressed her with his fingers. Then bravely, when he felt she was comfortable with him touching her like this did he slip a finger inside her. Biting her lip, She braced herself. What she didn’t expect was the feelings that she got when she stroked her and they seemed to grow when he moved his finger in and out of her.

Pressing her breasts against him she pulled him down closer to her having the need to feel the weight of his body on hers.

“Tell me you want this..?” Adrian whispered into her ear. “Do you want me?”

She nodded and sighed, feeling his heavy weight pinning her down into her bed. “I do..” She replied, lowering her arms to unbutton the top of her gown. She unbuttoned each until the buttons ended. Shyly, she pulled the Edges of the fabric apart, Exposing her large breasts for him to see. Already her dark pink nipples were hard and exposed and he leaned down as if he were compelled, and captured one into his mouth. He sucked roughly and wildly, like she were a drink he was craving for days.

Managing to pull himself away from her for a few moments, he lifted himself back so he could slip himself between her legs. Reaching under her to lift her hips, he curled his fingers around her shorts and pulled them down and from her legs, dropping them to the floor beside her bed. Looking down she seemed to have lost her confidence and she was blushing madly, being so exposed to him. Though there was something alluring about her gown bunched up and her top open for him.

Reaching down, he traced a finger along side her breast and smiled. “You are so amazing.”

Reaching down to push down his own pants and wiggling out of them she blinked at the sight of him. He seemed so large, much larger than his finger, and somewhere deep in her belly, a pressure was forming. She felt her wetness slip down between her thighs and since he was between them, having her spread open for him, she was shy to admit that maybe he could see it too. “Oh, Adrian.. I.. I don’t think this will work.”

“Don’t worry. Trust me.”

Once again he settled between her thighs, kissing her between her breasts. Lifting her thigh, he eased his way against her, so that his manhood pressed against the opening of her kitten, to show her how hard he was for her and how much he needed her.

Capturing her lips once more, he moved slowly against her like he would be when thrusting only, the tip of his manhood played around the edges of her kitten til her body was arching against his, her hips pressing up and her legs tightening around his hips. Her body seemed to be moving on it’s own as his kiss seemed to put her in a daze. She felt this need, deep inside of her. It made her breathless and wanting him.

Breaking away from this kiss, she licked his lip and nodded to him. “Adrian.. now. I need you now.”

Not responding by way of words, he lifted her hips up just slightly, and he watched as her breasts bounced as he lined himself against her and pushed through her maidenhead and into her. She squeaked slightly and gasped as he held himself still, feeling her kitten clench desperately at his manhood.

Holding himself over her, he began to move. It was difficult at first to free himself but with each careful thrust he began to feel her body respond to him and soon she was keening to him softly. The bed was squeaking with each of his thruts and the small sounds of his body hitting hers filled the room.

Groping her breasts and squeezing the nipple in between his fingers, he leaned to suckled her other breast as he pushed himself in and out of her. Her wetness making him feel warm and massaged as her kitten’s walls rubbed against his sensitive manhood.

She felt like she was going to die. The way he nipped at her breast, the way he tugged and pinched at her. And especially the way the hardness going in and out of her, it made her want to scream. As he thrust deep into her, she let out a small cry to him as her body jerked and bucked against him. The pressure that was building inside her was released and she could feel herself tighten around him, the heels of her feet digging into the small of his back, as if urging him to go faster. Deeper. Rougher.

Biting the curve of her breast suddenly, he moved faster now that she achieved her first orgasm. His hips moved faster and rougher against hers, and the only sound was her bed, instead of tapping against the wall was now hitting the wall with each of his thrusts. Her kitten would make a wet sound when he entered her and he gasped as he watched her breasts bounced each time their bodies met.

She gasped and moaned loudly to him, as she tried to hold onto him. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she arched her head back as the pressure built up once more. Only this time she seemed to be matching his thrusts and soon she could hear him grunt slightly and the heat in her lower belly growing deeper.

Soon she could feel him swell inside her, his manhood twitching and rubbing against her inner walls, hitting against her barrier as she suddenly spilled his seed into her womb. She felt the warmth of his milk coating the inside of her body and she coo’d at him lovingly. Kissing him, and stroking the scratches she left on his back.

“Adrian~” She cut off, suddenly getting a strange sensation flowing through her body. She seemed more.. energized. She leaned up to kiss him once more and he chuckled. Nuzzling her neck and giving her breasts another lick and squeeze he lifted himself up and gathered his pants. “It’s almost dawn Sita. I must go before they find out where I am at.”

“But Adrian.. This is a dream.” She smiled at him, sated and laying there, almost wantonly. her breasts were slick and their juices flowed between her legs and down her thighs, pooling at the bed.

Adrian laughed and leaned over to kiss her on her forehead. “It’s not a dream Sita.. not anymore. You called for me in your sleep.. Your aura.. You’re like me and soon.. soon we will be together.”

Getting up he slipped out the window. Sitting up, she frowned, looking around. Around her, the beds of her sisters were empty, then suddenly the door to the bedroom burst open.

“What the damnation is wrong with you girl!?” Her father boomed out, throwing a blanket out at her then grabbed her arm to drag her out of bed. “Selling yourself, using the room you share with your sisters as your brothel! You slut!” He dragged her through the hallway and into the family room, where her sisters and mother were sitting by the fire. Apparently her noises had awoken them and they went and got her parents.

“Who was he!?” Her father shouted at her. “Who did you allow into your bed, under our roof!”

Tears welled into her eyes. She didn’t know what was going on. She felt their juices still but she could of sworn it was a dream, that it wasn’t real.

“Adrian..” She whispered.

“The merchant’s son!?” Her father moved to look out the window, and the sun was coming up. “They are long gone now.. I want you out of my house. Pack your things and go. If you will invite the merchants between your thighs, then you aren’t welcome here anymore.”

Her father wasn’t yelling anymore, but sounded heart broken.


“Just go.”

Turning, she went back to her room, to gather her things. In her heart she felt heart broken, but the rest of her body,.. felt alive. Something changed in her. And her tears dried up and she packed what she could. She was free now. And she would Find Adrian.


He paused on the trail, a small smirking smile crossing his lips. “She’s awake~” he whispered to his horse as the wind picked up. “And she will find me.”

I don’t know why, but I slept like a lamb that night. Somehow, against all reason, it just felt right.

The night before had been beautiful. My daughter came to me mad and crying. I had been feeling guilty, but somehow, we made our peace and we found each other again. I felt so bad when she told me she wanted me to get over her mother’s death and be with her again. I wanted to make it all up to her.

I never imagined I would make it right by cumming down her throat, but it sure felt good at the time.

Now, in the bright light of morning, I had second thoughts. By all accounts it is wrong to teach your daughter to deep throat. Sure, she wanted to at the time, but how will she feel about it when she wakes up? Even if she isn’t angry at me, she will undoubtedly tell her therapist. Her therapist will call the police and next thing you know, my picture will be on the front page of the paper. “Local Degenerate Sodomizes Daughter, Prosecutors Vow Harsh Punishment.”

Dread and guilt weighed on me like heavy stones. I couldn’t get up to face the reality of what I had done. I had perverted my little girl. Even though she was an adult, I wondered if she would be permanently harmed by what we had done. Would she have Posttraumatic Stress Disorder because she sucked her old man’s cock? Would she have to take anti-depressants and talk to a psychiatrist? So, I lay on my back and ruminated.

I heard Misty get up. I heard her shuffle toward my door. I tried to psychologically brace myself, expecting her to burst through, yelling at me. She will pound away at my face with her little girl fists . . . but, I remembered, she’s an adult now, and plays tennis, and she’ll probably bruise my face. I’ll have two black eyes, maybe even a broken nose.

The door cracked. “Daddy, are you awake yet?”

“Yeah, Misty, are you . . . are you okay?”

Misty rushed in and jumped on my bed. She was wearing her old pink pajamas from when she was in high school. She must have got them out of her old childhood dresser in her room. “Am I okay?” She straddled me and pushed at my chest with her hands. “Are you serious? I love you so much Daddy and I looove your cock!” She rubbed herself over my groin as she said it. “Daddy, I will suck your cock every single day if you’ll get over your stupid depression and be with me again. I will. I really really will.” She came down on me and kissed my cheek. Her hand slipped under the blanket and found my dick. She stroked me lovingly and hummed in my ear. I was hard in an instant.

“You aren’t mad at me?”

“Don’t be silly Daddy. I haven’t had this much fun with you in a long long time. Besides, I like seeing you happy for a change. You looked happy when . . . you know . . . you did your thing in my mouth.”


“But, today, I’m not going to be so easy. Today, it’s your turn to do something for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well first, sorry, but you kind of stink. So, like, you are going to get up and take a shower.”

I frowned.

“Yes you will, and you’ll want to. No more moping. That’s my first rule. Then we’re going to go to the mall and go shopping. You haven’t bought any new clothes for like two years, and Daddy, you are way out of style.”

“I don’t know Princess, I still don’t feel ready.”

“Oh yes you will.” She rubbed my dick faster and whispered in my ear, “do you like it when I suck on your dick Daddy? Do you like fucking me and fucking me in my mouth until you get your cum all inside of me? You like it don’t you Daddy?”

“Yes, Princess, I do.”

She sat up and dropped my dick. “You can cum in my mouth after you get up and we go shopping. Otherwise, you can just jack off or whatever.

“You don’t have to have to do that for me Misty. I never asked–”

“I want to and I’ll do what I want,” she said getting off the bed. “I’m going to take a shower and then I’m going to the mall. If you want to go with me you better get up right now Dad. You aren’t going to make me take my clothes off all by myself are you?”

She turned and headed for the bathroom. I jumped out of bed quicker than I had in years. I trotted after her, my sweatpants tented with my raging hard-on.

My daughter stood still and looked up at me as I slowly unbuttoned her pajama top. I opened her top exposing her pert breasts. Her little nipples were hard and dimply.

I slowly pulled the cord of her bottoms and let them drop. I saw my daughter’s pussy for the first time. She has the kind of puffy outer lips that hid her little inner lips from view. Her tuft of hair was neatly trimmed.

Misty yanked my sweatpants down, letting my hard-on flop out. She laughed happily.

In the shower, she stood under the water and handed me the soap. She smiled sweetly at me. “Do you want to wash me Daddy?”

My dick was pounding hard. I looked down at my little girl, all grown up, naked and wet, waiting for me to touch her.

I sudsed my hands and pondered her.

Her pointy upturned tits were perfect. I wanted to touch them. They needed to be touched. But, my fear from this morning came back to me. I started rubbing her shoulders with my soapy hands as I questioned whether I should be doing what I was about to do, but at the same time, I knew I was going to do it. My daughter was inviting me to. I could question and doubt all I wanted, but in the end, I knew I could never resist her.

I moved to her tits and caressed her. She felt small in my hands, not what I was used to with her late mother. I pinched her hard nipples, slippery with soap, and she smiled, amused.

I caressed her abdomen, and finding her tuft, I shampooed her naughty hair. I slipped my fingers over my daughter’s pussy lips and looked at her for approval.

She smiled at me and grabbed my hard cock. We rubbed each other with gentle moans of encouragement. Unable to resist any longer, I pressed a soapy, slippery finger into my daughter’s pussy hole. She inhaled sharply and squeezed on my finger, her eyes closed now. I gently finger fucked her. She sped up her stroking on my dick, focusing on my sensitive head.

I came in a wet explosion on my daughter’s stomach. My shower-diluted cum ran down her.

“Did you like that Daddy?”

“Yes Princess, thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too Daddy.”

* * *

I was in a trance at the mall. It had been ages since I had been in public. Now I was surrounded by people and plenty of young women and girls, but all I could think about was my beautiful sexy daughter, Misty.

I was following behind her from store to store, carrying bags for her. She was wearing skin-tight shorts made of some kind of soft material that just begged to be touched. She wore a spaghetti-strap pink camisole with no bra. She didn’t need one. Her tits were patriotically upright. They jiggled gently every time she laughed, and her nipples poked out defiantly, proclaiming her sexual excitement to the world.

I had lost track of time, the way you do in malls. I had been trailing Misty, staring at her ass, all day long it seemed. All I could think about was her body that I had caressed and came on that morning, the feel of her tits in my hands, and the feel of her her love canal squeezing tightly on my finger. She had picked out several whole outfits for me before she started getting stuff for herself. I bought her everything she wanted. I was nursing a hard on the whole time, trying to think of something else, anything else, but my eyes kept going back to my daughter’s ass and my mind kept going back to the feel of her pussy on my finger.

Misty came out of the dressing room modeling a short black skirt. She spun around. “What do you think?”

“You look sexy,” I said without thinking. I immediately felt the shock of embarrassment and looked around to see if anyone had heard me. Thankfully no one was close by.

Misty stared at me intently. “You really think so Dad?”

“Yes” I said firmly.

She gave a little half-hearted laugh and looked at me sideways before she went back behind the curtain.

She was enjoying this. I could see that much. I stood there looking at her feet under the curtain, watched as she dropped the skirt to the floor and then pulled her shorts over her feet. My pants bulged. It is a powerful feeling to break through the taboo and just let myself be turned on by my daughter without trying to fight it. I couldn’t turn back what I’d done or what I felt. She felt it too, I was sure of it. That gave me a little comfort even though I knew what we were doing was wrong.

Misty insisted I take her out to a nice restaurant. I went with it. I was not going to deny her anything on this day.

She changed into her new skirt and blouse in the bathroom. She came back to the table glowing radiantly. I ordered a bottle of pinot gris. We shared an appetizer of oysters. I insisted she order a wildly expensive dinner. She protested at first, but then a huge smile broke out on her face, and she gave in.

We talked about her life. The life I had missed out on over the last two years–school, her friends, the dance class she took, her boyfriend. It was over with him now, she insisted.

We didn’t talk about the dead, my lost wife, her lost mother. Neither of us said a word about my depression.

It was nice. She seemed happy–happier then I’d seen her in a long long time.

After dinner we went to the movie theater. She picked the movie; some kind of vampire romance. We sat at the back with a bucket of popcorn. She cuddled against my shoulder and held my hand tightly.

At the first sex scene, she looked up at me with a smirk. I felt her pull at my hand. I let her guide me to the hem of her new mini-skirt and up. I felt the inside of her smooth young thigh. I found her pussy lips devoid of panties.

My large hand was snug between her thighs. I caressed her mound the way I once caressed the baby Misty’s bald head, not so long ago. From newborn to woman, she has always been the love and light of my life. How could I have withdrawn from her for so long? I kicked myself internally. But, Misty knew me, and now I realized how much she really loved me. She was bringing me back to her. Back to life. Back to love.

I pressed the tip of a finger between her lips. Her legs parted a little. She gave out a subtle moan of approval. She was sticky and slick, letting me slip in easily. For the second time in her life, and in the same day, I finger fucked my daughter.

My thumb found her little button while I probed her with my middle finger.

I could see her eyes half closed in the flickering light. The corners of her mouth turned up.

My crotch was tight as my impending hard-on struggled against my jeans.

I squeezed my thumb and finger together, pressing down on her clit and up on the front of her warm love canal.

Her whole body shuddered next to me and little high pitch rhythmic noises escaped her. As I pressed hard against her special spots. Her hips moved as she pushed back against my pressure. She rubbed her clit against my thumb in accelerating movements. She gripped hard on my arm.

“Oh Dad . . . oh Dad . . . Oh Daddy . . .” she moaned under her breath.

I squeezed her tender spots even harder and loud squeak escaped her mouth suddenly and seemed to echo across the theater. It was a quiet point in the movie.

Her hand gripped hard on me. “Oh God, Daddy. Stop. Please stop,” she pleaded softly in my ear.

I let her pull my hand out and guide me up to her mouth where she wrapped her lips around my middle finger and sucked her glistening girl honey off. I saw her grin at me in the dark.

She took a single kernel of popcorn between her thumb and forefinger. She showed it to me and with a flourish, her hand disappeared up her skirt between her open thighs.

Her grin grew even wider. “Are you hungry Daddy?” she whispered in my ear.

I hesitated unsure, but wanting to please her. I thought of the usher.

“I want you to eat it Daddy. You know, with your tongue. Eat it out of me. Don’t you want to Daddy?”

She sounded disappointed in me. It was more than I could bear. I nodded silently; I wasn’t going let my little girl feel ashamed of her generous offer. Without anymore uncertainty, I climbed down onto the floor in front of her, on my knees and between her open legs.

She lifted her skirt for me. It was dark and I could not see much but I moved forward until my cheeks pressed against my daughter’s thighs. I inhaled the heavy musk of her naked sex. Gingerly, my tongue found her dainty pussy lips. She was burning hot against me. I pressed my lips against her vertical lips in an incestuous kiss and slipped my tongue into her warmth.

Misty hid my head under her skirt and hugged my cheeks with her soft thighs.

I lovingly licked my girl’s pussy as she desired of me. I flicked her clit. I lapped her labia. I sank my tongue deep inside of her.

Her fingers tangled in my hair.

After an eternity of giving my daughter my oral love, I found the popcorn with my tongue and fished it out. My dick was like an iron rod in my pants when I finally emerged from under her skirt. I smiled at her with the soggy but precious popcorn kernel between my teeth.

“How are you doing Daddy?” she whispered with concern. She reached to my crotch as got back in my seat. She rubbed me groped at my hard-on. “Oh my, you really love me don’t you Daddy?”

“Yes Princess.”

“Do you want me to help with that Daddy?”

“There’s people Honey.”

“I’ll be quiet Daddy. Do you want to cum in my mouth now?”

“We better stop before someone sees us Princess.” But she was already unzipping me and I did nothing to stop her.

“I’ll make you feel better Daddy,” she exclaimed as she pulled my naked boner through my open fly.

And then my daughter, my loving loving daughter, leaned over in went to town sucking my dick right there in the theater. I looked up at the movie without paying attention to it as she pushed her mouth all the way down my giant throbbing dick.

I had a guilty moment of pride that Misty had learned to deep throat so quickly and easily. Yes, I had taught her to just the night before and it only took one lesson. Now I was sitting here and she was swallowing my rock hard dick with ease as if she’d done it a hundred times.

I came in her in seconds, an explosion of ecstasy in my daughter’s throat. She swallowed and swallowed letting me finish my last trailing spurts before coming up for air.

She kissed me full on the lips right then and I tasted my cum on her mouth. It may seem strange after everything else, but it shocked me when my daughter pushed her cum covered tongue into my mouth. After my initial surprise, I gave in to our moment of intimacy and pleasure, kissing her back in equal measure.

Then the strangest thing of all happened. Neither of us said a word, but we made-out like two teenage kids in the theater who never learned the proper order of things. We kissed, we necked and we fondled each other with a sudden passion. It was as if we had discovered each other for the first time. I don’t know why it happened. I think she was as surprised as I was. I do know my daughter loves me and I want to love her back just as much. She deserves it. She’s the best little girl in the world even if she’s not a little girl anymore.

“Would you like me to brush your hair, miss?”

“Yes please, Lizzie.” I looked over my reflection’s shoulder in the glass of the faded lime green dressing table, as my maid, my companion, my confidant tended to my bedroom’s small fire. I was clad only in a loose silk floral print robe and a matching pair of French knickers, the teal fabric pouring over my firm body like the warm, sweet scented waters Lizzy had just poured over me in the bathtub. She wore the black shift and white lace apron traditional to her station, tightened around her waist and bulging in all the places that make a young woman feverishly imagine what might be underneath when alone in her bed at night. Or when that same maid wakes her in the morning. Or when listening to some dreary relative at dinner.

I watch her reflection still as she steps over to me, my eyes darting over her form, hidden though it is by the night’s gloom and her modest uniform. She is of an age with me, in her early 20s, but with a fiery mess of red hair and a bigger bosom than my own tiny breasts, she’s shorter than me, but most people are, and she’s fuller figured too. She has a homely, almost earthen beauty, whereas I fear I’m seen as something more of a glass rose. One of the stable boys proposed to her a few years ago, when he came back from the war, but she turned him down and stayed with me. I was glad of that.

She stands in close, her hand, her sweet, soft hand brushes against my cheek as she sweeps my still damp jet black hair over my shoulder so it drapes down my back. I lean forward to retrieve my silver hair brush and hand it to Lizzy, her savouring the electric tingle as her hand brushes against mine.

She works the knots from my hair and I am content to watch her work in the mirror, the sweet look of concentration on her face. My mind drifts. I imagine kissing her, her lips against mine, our naked bodies intertwined, I picture her freckles all the way down and then back up again. I picture… a great many things.

“There we go miss.” She brushes against me as she places the brush back on the dressing table, and I look at myself in the mirror, my face is flushed, my nipples hard, I can even feel a little dampness in the depths of my silk knickers. “Will there be anything else?”

“No,” I smile at her in the mirror. “Thank you Lizzie.”

“Good night then, Miss.” She turns to leave, steps towards the door.

“Good night, Lizzie.” I spin around on the stool. “Wait.” I half whisper.

“Yes, Miss?” Her hand is on the doorknob, but she’s turned back to look at me, eyebrows raised in questioning, that smile on her face, so real, so genuine. She might be my servant, but she’s the closest friend I’ve ever had.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Good…”

“Do you want me to do it again, Miss?” She gives me that look, that special look, our look. I nod. “Come over by the fire.” I stand and step over to the fireplace, she turns the key in the door and joins me. We exchange shy grins by the firelight before she drops to her knees on the faded red carpet and pats her lap. I drop too, swivelling around to face the fire and lean back against her, her breasts pressed against my back. I already feel my tensions melting away as the firelight warms my bare legs.

She slips my silken robe from my shoulders and it slides down my arms, exposing my tiny breasts and stiffened nipples, shadows dancing against my naked skin in the firelight. A hand runs up my stomach and fingers tease my left breast, slipping over my skin as I let out a little moan to a whispered shush in my ear.

“You must be quiet Miss, when you screamed last time I feared you woke half the house.”

“It’d be worth it, Lizzie, for the pleasure your fingers bring me.” She whispers another shush as her fingers dance over my other breast. I lean my head back, slip and hand up and into her red hot hair, kissing her, feeling the tenderness of her lips against my own, the darting softness of her tongue.

Our lips dance for a sweet eternity, then break as she turns and runs a hand down my stomach as I kiss her jaw, her neck. Her fingers slip under the waist band of my knickers and through my coarse, black mound. She pulls on the hairs and I let out a little gasp. She giggles and continues her downward journey. I groan again as the warmth of her hand cups me completely.

“Oh my, Miss, you are wet.” She runs her fingers up my pussy to the sweet tender spot that throbs for attention and circles around it, teasing it, teasing me, setting me aquiver like the ring of an empty wineglass.

She starts rubbing, slowly at first, tender, soft, sweet and aching. The pace picks up, her hand moving ever faster in a practised motion inside my underwear, I just lay back against her, groaning and moaning with pleasure, rocking my hips as her hand plays me like an instrument, her sweet ministrations the carnal incarnation of some renaissance master with a paintbrush.

Before long I feel that sweet familiar tension building, my heart, my breath quickens. Lizzie feels it too, her hand moving harder, faster, the other clamps over my mouth as I groan. I stop, my body tightens and I stifle a squeak as that sweet release I hungered for comes at last, like a tree in the woods, her fingers work like an axe to bring that moment when I fall uncontrolled, animal, primal, then stillness.

Her hand plays with me soft again, as I lie collapsed against her, bucking as she brushes against my tenderness in withdrawal. Her fingers are covered in my moistness and I bring them to my lips licking them clean, then I lean back to kiss her again.

“Did Miss enjoy that?”

“I did, Lizzie, thank you.”

“My pleasure, Miss.” We stay by the fire for a while, her hand resting against the bare flesh of my stomach, but all to soon, she whispers, “I should go, Miss.”

“Stay,” I say in a pleading voice.

“It’s a big day tomorrow, guests’ll be arriving for the shoot. You should get some sleep, Miss.”

“Oh, hang the guests.” I sit up and spin around so I am kneeling, facing Lizzie. “You’ve done so much for me Lizzie.” I kiss her. “I think it’s time,” I wrap my arms around her and kiss her again, then spin her around and down to the floor so I’m lying atop her. “That I returned the favour.” I kiss her again and again, her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, her neck, my hands all over her body atop her uniform.

She hotches herself up looking me right in the eye. Her savage grin tells me all I need to know and I toss my silk robe aside and her reaches behind herself, pawing at the buttons of her uniform. I reach to assist her, both of us fumbling. We both start giggling and I soon collapse, Lizzie ending up straddling me. She looks down at my naked breasts and smiles.

“I must have seen you naked a thousand times, Miss. But this’ll be the first time you’ve seen me.” She finishes unbuttoning the uniform, but holds it up against herself. “Have you thought about it?”

“All the time, every day, every night.” She slides the uniform down, exposing her pale, freckled flesh, her bright pink, tight and erect nipples.

“And how does the real thing compare?”

“Better than I could possibly have imagined.” I lean up taking one of her nipples into my mouth, teasing a moment with my lips, tongue and then teeth, switching to the other and gently nibbling upon it in due course. Lizzie moans in approval. I tug on one tit with my teeth and squeeze the other nipple with my finger and thumb to an appreciative squeaking, then pull her in for a long, loving kiss, each of us tugging upon the other’s lips in turn.

Before long I’m back atop her and her legs are in the air as she wiggles free of her uniform and casts it aside, then lies, naked in the firelight before me. I drink the sight of her in for a moment, her breasts, her pale, freckled skin, her think bush of fiery hair between her legs, then dive forward. I kiss her stomach, my tongue teasing around her belly button as my hands caress her soft tits.

Kisses trail downwards and I drink in the scent of her as I feel her pubes against my face. Her legs find their way over my shoulders and I kiss the soft flesh of her thighs. I look for a moment at her throbbing lips, bright pink and glistening, more beautiful than I could ever have pictured, then dive right in to the her sweetness, her erotic centre, her wet, throbbing vagina.

I lick the length of her, then find her sweet spot, as she has found mine so many times before, and work it with my tongue and fingers in turn, building up a rhythm as my sweet Lizzie lies back by the fire. She spreads her legs wide and I use both hands to work her labia as I clamp my lips around her clitoris, sucking and rubbing at the same time as she barks sweet soft squeaks and squeals of pleasure.

She is soon building, an explosion of passion finding its way to the surface from deep within her. The notice the signs, or don’t notice, but feel them, from the base, animal, primitive connection between us as two beings making love. I hold on tight, pleasuring her still with my mouth as she bucks and groans in orgasm, her back arched, her legs around my neck until she pulls back, hyper-sensitive and spent.

She sits up, still a little shaky, and kisses me. My face is covered in a mix of my spit and her juices, but neither of us care, that’s just something else that binds us together, something else to encircle us, wrap us up as our arms are wrapped around each other.

I collapse down next to her and we lie staring into each others’ eyes. She parts my legs with her thigh and pulls me into her, moving her thigh back and forth, the silk of my knickers between her leg and my aching centre. I’m soon grinding against her too, blind to everything but the sweet sensation she is giving me. This one creeps up on me, my heart is thumping, my breathing quick as I grind against her, when all of a sudden, I explode, a silent scream drawn from me by the sweet spirits of bodily ecstasy as I feel my very soul throbbing within.

We lie intertwined, sweaty and breathless as I drink in the scent, the feel of her body against mine. I want to stay there forever, the two of us, in post coital bliss by the fire.

It’s Lizzie who stands first, pulling me up by the hand and kissing me again. “I have to go, Miss, I’ll be missed downstairs if I’m not there in the morning.”

“I know. But I want you to stay anyway.” We kiss again. She moves me over to the bed, pulls the sheets back, patting my silk clad bottom to encourage me in.

“It’ll be cold without you.” We kiss again. I climb in. She dresses.

“Good night, Miss.”

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