Swirling dingy lights were all around me, and a formless, whispering voice filled my mind. I was drifting, lost in a nothingness without end. And then, the voices solidified into a single, woman's interpreter, speaking with an accent I hadn't heard before.

"Go, now. And find the truth, if you can !"

The Light Within were spinning faster now, and I had a horse sense of movement. I was falling, faster, faster, and then with a blinding flash, the nihility was gone, and I stood in an unfamiliar place. Ruined Stone buildings were all around me, the intricately carved friezes that once adorned the bulwark faded and blurred with time and exposure.

I looked down at myself, trying to remember… anything. All I knew was my name. I couldn't call up where I had come from, who I had been, anything. For all that, my body was familiar enough. I had spent the last years of my 20s working at getting back into human body, and I was proud of the toilsome muscle I had built up.

Whatever luminousness had brought me to my current positioning had neglected to bring my wearing apparel with me.

"Oh !"

I turned around and stared in surprise. There was a cleaning woman standing behind me, her hands over her mouth. Her eyes were wide, mirroring my own cushion. She was… purple ? Not dramatically so, but the unsealed ignitor coming through the collapsed roof of the ruin was promising enough that it was undeniable. She had purple skin, large, liquid brown heart, and pointed auricle. An elf ?

Certainty that I was dreaming eased some of my nervous latent hostility and I straightened out of the crouch I had fallen into."Sorry,"I said with a smile,"I seem to be lost."

The womanhood's eyes shifted downward to my naked crotch, and her eyes got even wide-eyed, if that was possible."Oh, my. You must be a man !"Her eyes flew back up to mine, and a flush of plethora spread across her face. She was kind of cute, in a chubby, girl-next-door kind of way."Sorry ! We don't get many of your kind around here."

"I bet,"I grinned. If this was a dream, it was a pretty brilliant one."So, where am I ?"

"Oh, gosh. I'm all flustered. You must think me a wool-head ! This is Bening ! Your new home ! May I be the first to welcome you !"

I blinked. My new household ? I started wondering what drugs I had taken before going to bed. This was some goodness cocksucker."Thanks, I guess."I looked around at the downfall. Not much of a dwelling house. I decided to just play along for now."I'm diddley. What's your name ?"

She blushed again."Oh no ! I forgot to inaugurate myself. I'm Jenna. And this,"she gestured behind herself at a towering, rotund automaton. Somehow, I hadn't noticed the automaton with her until she pointed it out."This is Houri."

The robot lifted a long flexible arm and waved.

"Uh, hello. Sorry, is that a automaton ?"

"Houri is my Quaker,"she said matter-of-factly.

"I see. Well, Jenna, what do I do now ?"

"Oh, you should go to Bening village. Check in with the city manager, Penli. He'll get you sorted with a plot to make a house on."She looked down at my dick again, and her eyes lingered for a long moment before she pulled her gaze back up."Gosh. And maybe put some clothes on ?"

I gestured down at myself."This is what I have."

"Oh ! Silly me. nymph, script over that blanket, would you ? Sorry, it's what we were eating lunch on, so it's got some dirt on it, but better than you flashing the intact town !"

houri extended a long elastic arm, and handed me a check into picnic blanket. I wrapped it around my shank and secured it as Best I could. Jenna looked foiled once I was somewhat seemly once more, but she shook it off."I've got to go along workings, but I'm sure I'll see you around town, Jack ! Just follow that course, and you'll see Bening fast enough. Welcome home base !"

I nodded and waved adieu, bemused by everything I had seen so far. I decided to just go along with the menses and see where the dream took me. If Jenna wanted me to check in at the nearby town, I could do that.

The jolting track was uncomfortable on my stripped foot, so I stepped off the side and walked in the grass. I couldn't remember where I lived in the really globe, but I was pretty sure the grass wasn't as dipsomaniac and indulgent there. A few minutes of walk, and I stepped out of the dilapidation and a beautiful valley opened up before me.

tree grew along a sparkling river and windmills slowly turned in the afternoon cinch. Bening village spanned the river, a loose clustering of wooden-shingled edifice with tilth off to one side. The air was pristine, with only a soupcon of distant wood skunk. White cloud floated in the sky above.

It was unbelievably quaint. If someone asked me to describe an idyllic agrarian small town, Bening was more or less exactly what I would come up with. I set off down the overgrown path toward the village. If I had to approximate, the city manager would be in one of the larger buildings. Hopefully he would bear a solution for right clothes.

I wasn't sure what to expect from the villagers when I showed up in their town, barefoot, wearing nothing but Jenna's picnic cover. To my surprise, nonentity seemed to cave in me Sir Thomas More than a passing glance or a well-disposed waving. They were all like Jenna ; purple skinned with pointy auricle, but beyond that, they were as variable quantity as any group of humans.

I asked focal point, and surely enough, the imposing construction off the Town square was where I would find the city manager. I climbed the short trajectory of stairs and walked into the cool antechamber. There was a receptionist or something, her animal foot up on the desk, filing a nail with a spirit of extreme boredom.

She ignored me until I was at the desk. Up close, I got a good look at her. She was a hot little thing, 18 or nineteen, with her shadow hair cut shortly in a bob. Unlike the typical coarse clothing the early villagers wore, she wore a silk blouse with a plunging neckline that showed off her chirpy B-cup cleavage.

I cleared my throat and she looked up at me. Her centre traveled from my cheek down to my chest, then back up again. Interest stirred in her brown eye and she took her infantry off the desk.

"hello. I'm Kitana."

"diddly-shit. I'm, ah, new in town."

"I can see that, Jack."She smiled at me and caught her lip with her teeth."Let me guess. You need to see my dad."

"The mayor ?"

"That's my dad. Hey, so, you can probably differentiate that not much happens around here. Seeing my dad isn't actually requisite, I'll end up doing all the paperwork anyway. Why don't I show you to your new home ? It'll give me something to do, and I can aid you get some clothes."

I nodded, reminding myself to just go along with the dream. After the way Kitana was looking at me, I was beginning to wonder where this dream was going. Maybe there was more in memory board for me than sightseeing around a pretty village.

Kitana hustled me through the Greenwich Village, wheedling for press release, or shelling out a few coins here or there. In no time at all, we were heading uphill away from the village.

"You'll pay me back once you get settled in,"Kitana told me."It might take you a patch before you're making money on your own, but don't worry, there's batch of wealth to go around here."

I eyed Kitana's swaying ass in front of me as we climbed the upgrade. She had a slim hourglass figure, with a taut ass in sloshed leather pants, and long legs that only seemed longer because of the heeled thrill she wore. I couldn't service but picture what she would appear like without the pants. I would bet she kept herself shaved. I could almost hear her lightness representative twisting in gratifying tension as she shook with an orgasm.

"Here it is !"Kitana announced, throwing her arms wide and twirling around.

I blinked out of my oneirism. The trail we had followed ended in a wood lot. A tent was pitched to one side, but there weren't any permanent social system. A pool on the right was fed by a tinkling bound. A fish jumped, snagging a bug in midair before falling back with a splash.

"This is… what ?"

"Your home ! You can stay on here, in this collapsible shelter, while you build a house."

"Sorry, I'm supposed to construct a house ?"

Kitana nodded, oblivious to my doubt."Isn't it nice ?"

"I mean, I guess ?"The pip was pretty great, actually."Hey, I really appreciate you helping me out. Is there anything I can do for you ?"

She gave me a sideways look, and a arch smile pulled at her lips."You're one of the first world I've met. But I've heard a lot about your kind. Maybe you can help gratify my curiosity ?"

I shrugged."I don't really call up anything before I showed up in the ruining. But ask, and I'll see if I can answer."

"That's Jenna's blanket, isn't it ?"

I looked down at the blanket wrapped around my hips. Kitana hadn't given me time to deepen into the clothes she had procured for me."Uh. Yeah, it is."

The slim daughter swayed up to me and took the practice bundling goods from my blazonry. She turned and unceremoniously dumped them on the ground, then grabbed the folded niche of the blanket. I caught her wrists before she could pull the mantle away from me.

"Woah, Kitana. What are you doing ?"

"Satisfying my curiosity,"she looked up at me through her lashes, and tugged against my grip.

Well, who am I to object to an offer like that ? I let her wrists go, and the blanket fell around my ankles. Staring at Kitana's ass had given me a half-chub, and the situation had me swelling further. The girl looked down and gasped.

"Are all world that big ?"

I was large, but I wasn't exactly massively hung. I didn't have retentiveness backing up that thought, but the eight inch of thick gumshoe hanging between my peg was enough to keep my previous pardner happy."Sure,"I shrugged."give or take."

She reached out a delicate hand and ran her warm finger down my length. I twitched at her touch and hardened even more."Wow,"Kitana breathed.

"Go ahead,"I said."founder it a feel."

Kitana didn't need to be told twice. She wrapped her hand around my tool and gave it a few stroking before bringing her early hand up to help. The fingerbreadth on one hand weren't long enough to reach all the way around my dick.

I grunted as she bent forward and sucked the head into her oral fissure. She was enthusiastic, but I could tell that she had little to no experience. I let her bob her head back and forth over the head of my dick for a bit, then reached down and tangle my finger's breadth into the pilus at the back of her neck opening. She looked up at me, her eyes questioning.

"You're doing great. But try to go deeper. Like this."I made a fist in her fuzz so she couldn't move her head, and pulled her toward me. My dick sank into her mouth. I felt her clapper pushing against the underside of my cock and the twinkle scrape of her teeth as her jaw was stretched open across-the-board. Then the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat and she gagged.

I let her pull back an inch or two until she could breathe again, then I flexed my hip forward. This clock time, I didn't let up the air pressure until my gumshoe was firmly pushed up against her tonsilla. I could feel her throat pulse around my cock as she struggled to fight her gag instinctive reflex. I held her in spot until her centre flicked up to run into mine, affright first to build in those beautiful brown eyes.

This clock time, I let her all the way off my dick, and she fell to her knees, coughing and wheezing after breather. I kept my fist tight in her hair, and after she stopped coughing, I pulled her head back to pull her to calculate up at me.

"We're not done yet, Kitana. Open."Her watering eyes widened, and she let her verbalise fall undecided."beneficial girl."I socketed my hawkshaw back in her mouth and pulled her head tight against me. I felt my tool hit the spine of her throat, and she braced herself on my second joint."bury !"

I'll give this to Kitana, she was a fast learner. The muscularity in her throat writhed around my dick as she struggled to obey me. I pushed her head down, opening the angle into her throat, and felt my dick slip past her tonsils.

I sank another two inches into her, widened my stance to make myself some right purchase, and pulled her the rest of the way down until her nose was buried in my pubes.

"screw, yes. take up it, Kitana !"

The tone of her throat convulsing around my dick was just what I needed. I pulled out an inch or two, then shoved back in. The scrape of the inside of her throat against the brain of my pecker sent tingles up into my balls and up my back.

Her fists thumped against my thigh, and I remembered that she had to breathe. I let her up and she gagged a foresightful string of spit onto the reason. I tilted her head back with my fist in her hair and stared into her eyes. The flannel were shot with red, and the finespun makeup on her grimace was smeared with spit, but she looked more beautiful than ever.

I ran my free hand over her mouth and pushed my ovolo into her mouth. She panted through her nose as she sucked on my thumb, then she reached up and grabbed onto my putz and stroked it.

"You ready for more ?"I asked.

She looked fearful for a consequence, but nodded eagerly. I didn't have to tell her to open her rima oris, and seconds later, she was deepthroating me once more. I fucked her grimace with wildness, without care for her quilt. This was a aspiration, after all.

I held her down until she was pounding on my thigh in desperation. I let her up just long enough to nurse in a single breath of air, then chased it with my hawkshaw. I got all eight inches down her throat and held her there while I relished the feeling of her tongue lashing against the backside of my prick. Her big eyes stared up at me, panic and hunger blurring behind the bust running down her face.

After a few strokes, I let her up to properly catch her intimation again. My cock was tingling, and I knew my little assignation with Kitana was coming to an end soon. Her chest heaved as she struggled to get air back into her lungs. Her silk blouse was wet with spit from her drooling mouth, and I could see her hard nipples poking up into the fabric.

I reached my liberal script down into the front man of her blouse and felt the nub of her nipple brush against my hired man. She wasn't wearing a bra. I grabbed her nipple and pinched, and Kitana moaned, just the way I thought she would. Her bosom was enough to meet my hired man plus a fiddling bit more. I felt her tit, loving the resolution of her material body and the heating of her skin.

"Almost there, Kitana. Time to finish."

Kitana dutifully opened her sassing, and I slid back into her throat. She only gagged for a few strokes before she got it under control, and then I started really pounding into her. She only had one hand on my thigh this prison term, and I saw she had her other hand stuffed into her bloomers, furiously working at her clit.

I grabbed the hard nub of her tit and gave it a twist. Kitana cried out, and the oscillation of her throat directly stimulated the head of my pecker. I let myself slowly progress back up toward my orgasm, keeping Kitana as trench on my dick as she could without passing out.

Kitana took my dick like a title-holder. For someone who had never properly sucked a dick before, she was doing a fantastic job. Her mitt blurred between her legs and her hips pumped at the air as she worked herself into a frenzy.

I could feel my nut rapidly approaching. I reached down and grabbed onto Kitana's tit again, and caught her pap in a tough catch. She moaned, then gave a bubbling screeching as I pulled it out away from her pectus. The lithe young woman pressed against my leg, trying to let off the pain in her nipple while fighting to get enough space to breathe.

She was trembling, exhausted from her struggle after air, but on the edge of her own spill. She let out a gurgling scream, and the vibration ran through my dick all the way up my spine. That was enough to push me over the edge. I dragged her headspring all the way down and twist forward, burying my dick as deep into this purple-skinned little strumpet as I could.

My sexual climax washed over me, and I held her in position as I pumped shot after shot directly into her stomach. I felt her handwriting on me again, but instead of trying to drive me away, she pulled me airless, holding her own head in place as I drained my balls into her. Her former hand worked between her legs and her center rolled back into her head.

A shudder ran through her and her rachis flexed. I could experience her pharynx muscle spasm. The hand that was holding me fold switched to trying to push me away, but I wasn't quite done yet. I tightened my grip in her hair and twisted her nipple again. She shrieked, muffled around my dick, and every brawniness in her body went tight as a drum.

The hand between her legs stilled, and she went limp. I let her go, and she fell to the reason, boneless. I was worried for a minute, then she coughed and sucked in a inscrutable breath of air. My cum burbled from her lips as she drew in gasps of air. She was breathing, but she was pretty out of it.

I grinned down at her, reveling in my conquering for a minute, then I crouched adjacent to her and scooped her up in my sleeve. She seemed to press nothing at all as I carried her over to the tent. There was a bedroll inside, and I set her down gently.

I brushed some of the soaked hair back from her face and tucked the chain behind one of her tenacious pointy auricle. She whimpered at my touch, then let out a little moan.

diddly. I could feel myself getting hard again. I would be easy to tug her pants down and fuck her, but when that happened, I wanted her awake and begging for it. It wasn't any fun if she was basically unconscious.

Making my dick fit in her throat had left me all sweaty. I remembered the pond off to the side of my property and decided it was a perfect time for a spry rinse and swim. I left Kitana on the bedroll and found the body of water delightfully coolheaded. I waded out deep enough to submerge myself completely, and did a slow lap around the pond.

When I finished my lap, Kitana was waiting for me, sitting on a fallen log with her legs crossed and her hands tucked into her lap. I climbed out of the water and eyed her, wondering if she was going to be upset. She had cleaned herself up as best she could, but she still looked freshly fucked.

"So, did that satisfy your peculiarity ?"I asked.

Kitana's eyes flicked down to my shaft, and she lifted a hand to her throat. She swallowed, and flushed. I saw the little nubs of her nipple scoke against the mute fabric of her blouse."Yes, I think it did,"she said. Her voice was a small hoarse. Not storm, all affair considered.

"There is still a lot I could point you,"I said. I wondered how far I could fight her. She hadn't gone running the minute she had recovered enough to stand. Considering the treatment I had given her, it made me opine she had enjoyed it.

She turned her nous to the side, breaking her staring contest with my dick."Maybe when you get settled in. Today has been… educational. I have a lot to think about."Kitana stood up and brushed her seat off. If her blouse wasn't soaked with spitting and cum, if her eyeliner wasn't streaked down her typeface, if her hair wasn't mussed from where I had grabbed her, she would have looked like a prim and right young woman.

"Yeah. strait good. You know where I live."

"I'll return Jenna's mantle to her. Have a honorable day, Mr. Jack."

I watched her tight petty ass sway as she walked across the clearing, then she was gone. I heaved a suspiration and extend. So far, I quite liked this aspiration. I had always fantasized about building my own home from the primer up, and now I had a opportunity to try my bridge player at it. At to the lowest degree, until I woke up .