<nametag: rook> 2015 story 001

Time for another Xera story and thus time for another version of Xera as I still do not seem to have gotten this character quiet right. This time I am leaving out much of the details of the origins and instead just going to jump a head a bit and hash in the broader strokes of a background story. As usual most of these ‘new’ ideas are again ideas culled from suggestions made by Mr. X.

I am not sure where Mr. X stands on his one sword and sorcery character from his stable. Interest seems mixed at best from the audience and it IS a pay site that survives day to day from that said interest. So that being the case there seems some doubt as to Xera seeing the light of day again any time soon. Still in the emails he seems to enjoy the potential of the character and he always has lots of ideas.

And here are some of them now mixed in with some of my own and interpreted this way and that into something that might just work or might be another high school science experiment gone wrong. I guess the idea is if I keep hammering away at this character X might get tired of watching me smash up his dad’s car trying to back it out of the garage and take a turn at the wheel himself. Anyway let me take another whack at it, oh so that’s the clutch?!

XERA: THE SHROUD

Xera Knight-Lay (her father was named Richard Knight and her Mother was named Evers Lay) was glad her younger sister Sunny was not with her that morning. Sunny was a hand full at the best of times and as the bracelet upon Xera’s wrist began its telltale tingling she knew this was not going to be the best of times!

Xera quickly pushed her way desperately through the mob of people waiting at the street corner for the light to change and darted pell-mell through the honking traffic looking for an alley way or side street or a mostly deserted shop or - subway! She crossed the busy intersection and darted down the subway steps swimming against the throng of angry and startled people in their damp autumn coats who coughed and cursed at her as she pushed and shoved past.

She knew there was a bathroom on this platform and she darted in to its door-less tiled U-bend with teeth clenched against the hissing of her own increasingly heavy breathing. She slalomed past the few women inside at the sinks and mirrors and found an empty stall slamming its heavy awkward door shut and bolting it in the face of a concerned looking woman. She made a responding grunt against the woman’s inquiry as she began to frantically strip off her heavy military coat and boots and glasses and shirt and pants as the building orgasm raced toward her.

She had just managed to toss her clothing about her in the narrow stall when the mind melting orgasm exploded within her ripping a low deep groan out of her as her eyes rolled back in her head and saliva flew off her open lips and her head tossed back her tangled raven locks and the world swam into a dizzy shower of pinpoint super nova suns. She passed out.

When she awoke she was not surprised to find herself no longer in the subway toilet stall of the Jackson Street station. She was a little surprised to find herself on a dirty stone raised platform of circular dials in a dark low ceiling room of what appeared to be a subterranean chamber of lichen covered intricately carved stone whose only illumination was sun light peering in through a large jagged crack in part of its caved in roof.

She was naked except for her bracelet on her right wrist and still dazed by the powerful orgasm that now left her rising up on unsteady feet and set her drunkenly lurching down the broad circular steps to the dirt covered floor of the small chamber. She made her way through the thankfully empty room until she stood in the dust mote speckled bands of light from the rented roof and gave herself a once over. As with the previous times the bracelet had brought her back to the past to one of the random stone platforms that could be found in most of the dead cities of this time. Though the previous times they had been above ground ruins so the darkness and stillness of the air had surprised her at first this time.

Xera’s body had been transformed again. Her normal tight double DD breasts were now large swollen double JJ cups with puffy raised up areolas and thumb thick hard nipples and her still rail thin lanky body now had a much rounder fuller bubble butt behind. She could feel her now much longer hair cascading down her back in a river of curls and fiords. She knew her face was still the uncanny high cheekbone and large gray eye beauty it was back in her future world but the transformation of her body always had her reaching up to touch it in a brief flurry of uncertainty and wonder.

The bracelet had once again with its brief warning build up to the almost impossible powerful orgasm had in that moment of orgasm brought her from her time and place to this one. She knew that no matter how long she stayed in this time when the bracelet unleashed its next random orgasm it would teleport her back to where it had plucked her so suddenly from. In this case the subway station bathroom stall and she would arrive again shattered and naked by the orgasm but only a few seconds after she had left.

Experience had taught her that other than her bracelet nothing inorganic survived the teleport. So she had to strip off her clothes if she wanted to have anything to wear when she returned. And though she did not need any glasses to see clearly in this world she would need her glasses when she returned to her own. She cringed as she thought of the abrupt learning curve of the bracelets powers of the times she had been left with blurry sight and stark naked cringing behind a parked taxi cab and being forced to sprint nude through four city blocks before reaching her home only to find herself keyless and having to wake up her nerdy horny neighbor to let her in to her building! Ugh!

Though the bracelet always returned her back to her time exactly where it had taken her from and only seconds after she had left it; it always deposited her in this past time seemingly randomly; never at the same place twice?! But just like in her time she knew that she had only left this time seconds ago even though she had been back in her time for several weeks now.

The bracelet would always act up randomly. With no discernable pattern, it might leave her alone for months weeks or days, but it seemed to have a cooling down period of at least seven days. So she knew she would need to find clothes and weapons and food as she would not see her own time again for at least seven days even though she would return back to that toilet stall mere seconds after ripping off her clothes and climaxing. The only warning the bracelet gave her was the sudden building up of the on coming teleportation orgasm. And that was not much of a warning at all!

You know how hard it is for a teenage girl to hold back an orgasm?! You might as easily will the tides to cease. Or the sun to halt in its ellipse. Or the Chicago cubs to win the world series.

The only way she could stop the teleportation was to remove the bracelet and she could not do this once the orgasm had started to build but she could remove the bracelet whenever it was ‘slumbering.’ well, could but she never dared, for the bracelet acted as a sexual repressor to her lusts. Ever since she had placed the bracelet upon her wrist it had awoken in her an angry ocean of lusts. She was always horny and if she removed the bracelet that horniness would quickly overwhelm her transforming her into an almost mindless nymphomaniac! She dared not remove the bracelet for more than an hour or two or she would end up like her younger sister in the principle’s office trying to explain why she had been found in the boys locker room shower surrounded by unconscious smiling spent jocks! Her sister Sunny was always getting into mischief of what was almost always of a sexual nature! Xera was constantly rescuing the girl from her own bravado and cockteasing exploits.

Once in the early inexperienced times when she had fist put the bracelet on she had been grabbed by her younger sister at the moment the orgasm had erupted upon her. Her sister had thought she was having some kind of seizer or fit. And both girls had found themselves teleported to this strange distant past so unlike their world as to seem some other world. Both of them had almost failed to survive the journey until the bracelet had brought them, clenched together, back by another random orgasm. Thanks mostly to Sunny’s boy crazy curiosity and shameless brassy dispositions. Monsters were bad enough but her horny sister tagging along was too much!

Besides Xera knew she had a mission that there was a purpose to the bracelet bringing her here. It was the fog. What people here called ‘the shroud.’ here in a time before recorded history when advanced civilizations of metal working and stone crafting as advanced as the Romans and the Greeks and Arabian societies that would follow in another few thousand years had all fallen into decay leaving only a few pools of isolated cities surrounded by club wielding cave men and nomadic thieves a fog had come. This fog covered the entire world and never dispersed. All was in its clammy grip of shadow and she knew that if she did not find out what caused it and stopped it all of man kind would be doomed. Her future would never be.

In fact she felt that many of the ruined cities that now dotted the fog shrouded lands were destroyed some how by the fog. But she could not prove it and they had fallen so long ago that none who now lived knew of their history. As far as they were concerned there had always been the shroud and the shroud ruled these lands.

No she was glad that the random teleportation of the bracelet had occurred without her horny headstrong sister being nearby to rush forward and latch on to her wanting so much to go back to the land of ‘huge penises’ as she kept giggling referring to it. She suddenly remembered the time she had a cold and every time she would sneeze her sister would rush up and grab her thinking the preliminary of the sneeze was the building of the bracelets orgasm. She sighed as the warm sunlight cascaded down on her in the cool dirty stone room and missed her sister as this was indeed a dangerous place full of monsters and men and nothing one could call law outside the city walls of a handful of places.

Xera broke out of revelry and began to eye the room around her with gray flashing steady gazes. All the summoning dials of raised stones seemed to be set in the dead cities and the dead cities were full of beasts and monsters and men. Not men who one would call for to help but men one would call for help and flee. Thieves, murderers, brigands, and sometimes solitary travelers or even a rare scholar searching for lost knowledge, but mostly monsters and traps and thieves looking for hidden loot. All in all creatures who upon spying her had no good intentions toward her and seldom hesitated to chat.

Still in an odd way her transformed body had its own built in defense. Putting on the bracelet had seemed to do something to her that had no effect upon anyone else who put it on. It had in her own time and place blossomed her quickly in fortnight from a flat chested B cup to her proud double DD’s and increased her strength and agility and healing rate. The increased strength and agility and healing remained even when she took off the bracelet but the increases were not so much as to be ‘super human’. but her boney arms could lift four times what they could before and her agility let her do cartwheels and flips which she had never been able to do successfully prior to putting on the bracelet. She was still rather awkward and accident prone but at least she tended to land on her butt rather than her face now.

But it was when she was here in the Shroud that the bracelet came into its own. She was certain the bracelet had something to do with the Shroud and its further sudden transformation of her body into the large breasted full buttock young woman came with a much greater increase in her strength and agility and healing powers.

But here there was a difference most notable. For here in the Shroud if she removed her bracelet those boosts in power were removed as well though her body remained in its physically ramped-up state. The effect of her being reduced into a mindless whore with the removal of the bracelet was much lessened here in the Shroud than it was back in her time and world, thankfully as everyone seemed to want to take her bracelet as soon as they saw her or it. Though as yet she could not reason why. Her trips to the Shroud had been limited to a few dozen so far and though she had learned much with each teleportation and time spent here she still was as much in the dark as ever.

Xera Knight-Lay turned her square jaw toward a patch of thick darkness that lay just beyond the pile of caved in rubble upon which she was standing. There was no way she could leap up and scramble out through the rent in the ceiling she had to find another way. She left the rays of light warily and moved cautiously through the gloom. The ray of light coming down through the hole in the ceiling seemed bright considering the darkness of the stone room she had awoken in but she knew that all natural light in the Shroud was filtered into a gray murk by the ever present fog and that if she had been teleported to one of the more usual above ground stone circles she would have thought the place dank and dark.

Though some fog was drifting down through the above hole Xera’s keen mind had detected that the swirling fog that clung to the floor in an ankle deep pool was being tugged and torn, ebbed and flowed, by something more powerful than the rented rift above her and that source seemed to be in the dark before her.

The young teen made her way forward in a half crouch of her long thin body squinting and widening her eyes to try and force them to adjust to the dark just beyond the pool of light she was leaving behind her. It took a few moments but she began to make out that the dark was a gapping hole of what had once no doubt been the passageway to the chamber she was in now. If there had been a door it had long ago fallen into ruin amongst the litter of stone and crumbled masonry around her feet. The fog breathed here and lapped around her thighs like large kittens wanting to be picked up and petted. She winced against the cold touch and the soft dirt of the floor giving suddenly away to the cold slick feel of damp tile.

It was a hallway or another room just beyond the open portal but dipped in inky blackness and oozing with undulating fog. One was always leery of entering thick patches of the Shroud. People disappeared in such places never to be seen or heard from again. Xera swallowed hard feeling the brittle chill of the fog fuse in her lungs as it always did when she had been gone and away back in her world. Some believed breathing in too much fog made men mad, made them monsters, made them do… terrible things.

Xera did not fear being attacked and killed or eaten for one of the defenses of her enhanced body was all things male or female felt an intense overwhelming desire to mate with her, but then again that replaced one fear with perhaps and even greater one. For what teenage girl wants to mate with a monster?! Well, other than her size queen large penis obsessed oversexed sister, sunny?!

At times Xera wondered why the bracelet had not chosen Sunny. Not worked on her wrist rather than Xera’s boney wrist? After all Sunny seemed more cut out for such a world of perversion than she was, but she shook that thought out of her head as being unkind and shuffled forward across the icy tile floor blindly groping in front of her for the far wall or a sudden plunging abyss.

‘If I am to be raped… again. Then please let it be something without tentacles this time, or at least let it be something with a penis smaller than my frigging arm!’ Xera thought to herself as she swallowed down the Shroud so thick in this inner room and noted yet once again its almost euphoric buzz as she did so. It would soon pass and she would no longer notice it but when she first arrived she always noticed the shroud/fog had an almost tangible effect upon its touch and breathing it in as if there was something in it that made one feel both a rush of power and fear and yes sexual lusts.

Lust seemed a large part of this world where the Shroud dwelled over all. The people here existed in a barter of trade but the most desired trade was always sex. She could have a purse full of silver rings embedded with rare gems she had culled from one of the ruins but it would often not buy her what she could readily receive for a blowjob or hand job!

All the men here seemed to be devolving down into hairy muscled beasts. In the cities were the fog was not so prevalent or where spells seemed to hold it at check at the walls one still met men of reason and refinement and soldiers of honor, but outside of these few isolated oasis all was chaos and murder and lusts and the men were seldom more than beasts in manner and misdeeds.

Oddly a reverse of the effect seemed to apply to the women. Every woman you met was an impossible beauty an enchantment of grace and charm with uncanny super model faces and playboy bunny bodies. In most of the small isolated cities where one could still batter and trade in goods and deeds it was mostly women who lived here and fought and guarded and ruled here. It was the amazons who kept the wolves at bay and the last lights of civilities and arts and learning glimmering.

Here the amazons were fierce feminist as they watched men about their walls succumb to the Shroud and revert to primitive animals. They did not call themselves wo-men but wowen. So here in this time thousands of years before the birth of the Mesopotamian kingdoms, who in turn would be dull memories to the seeds of the Greeks and Chinese and Egyptians, a thousand years after their fall to dust; it was wowen of almost unearthly beauty and grace that like angels upon silvery lily pads in a foul retched swamp kept the last tangents of humanity alive as they kept the Shroud and its transformed beasts at bay at their grimiore covered walls. But for how long? Everyone seemed to think the Shroud would soon engulf all and leave nothing of mankind in its wake.

Xera had dreams. Dreams more akin to awake nightmares since putting the bracelet on. Twisted visions of a ravished blackened husk of the Earth wreathed in Shroud. A burnt out cinder in the icy black space still spewing smoke and the Shroud now stronger reaching out its long tendrils toward the sun and sinking it jet black into darkness without end.

Xera would not let that happen. She stubbed her toe and whelped involuntarily like a puppy dog in its sleep having a sudden fearful dream. It was a small step leading up over the threshold though another open stone doorway into another room beyond. ‘I need weapons and clothes and boots! I defiantly need some boots!’ she thought to herself and hoped nothing in the dark had heard her sudden bark of surprise and pain.

The next room thick with fog eventually met her stretched fingers with the rough hewn planks of a crude door. It was more a barricade than a proper door as it had no hinges and was propped up against the opening and braced with stones set at its base. She wiggled the plank door open the stones growling upon the tiled floor. Even at the first push she realized the risk, for light had flooded in as soon as the door had broken free of its press against the stone jambs. Light meant men and that meant danger. She eased past the parted barricade and found herself in a vaulted room. There was a stone balustrade directly in front of her and the source of light was a flickering bonfire that was no doubt just past the stone railing on the story below her. She looked left and right along the balcony passage she found herself on and then as quietly as possible inched her way up to the stone railing raking back her long strands of hair out of her beautiful face and large gray flashing eyes so she could more readily see what lay down below her.

It was indeed a bonfire. Set almost dead center in what appeared to be a roofed enclosed courtyard. Three figures huddled around it hard to distinguish at first from the clutter and piles of shadowy refuse and half broken rubbish that seem to litter and choke the cracked flagstone yard. ‘Traders?’ she wondered and hoped but sincerely doubted as they were silent and morose and wore their shabby clothes about them with hoods and cloaks. ‘Thieves,’ she reasoned. ‘And not terribly happy thieves by the look of it.’

She wondered how far in they were from the nearest exit. If these had been brigands then it would be near at hand as they would never venture far into a ruined city. Too many monsters and dangers. But thieves? One could never tell with thieves. They might be three days along in searching these ruins for yet undiscovered treasures. Brigands rob people thieves rob the dead. Or the soon to be dead!

She eyed them wearily all around her the courtyard rattled and clanked and she realized that the thieves had barricaded all the entrances to the yard for safety sake and things in the fog were bumping behind those barricades. It made it less likely they had heard or would respond if they had heard her own scrapping grating entrance.

‘They will rape me if they catch me,’ Xera thought with a sneer. Unlike her sister she did relish what Sunny called ‘a good bang.’ It was true that Sunny had introduced Xera to ‘scrubbing’ as her sister called it. This consisted of walking around looking for lone men and then offering to show them your panties or bra or breast or pussy if they paid you twenty dollars and then they would jack off. When Xera did it she would just stand there both shocked and appalled as the men moaned and groaned and erupted. If they got ‘any’ on you, you warned them that they had to pay another twenty. Sunny would ‘talk dirty’ to the men as they stroked themselves into a red faced frenzy. Sunny could make a few hundred dollars in a day ‘scrubbing’. Xera usually made half that despite having a much more developed body than Sunny but she just did not have her younger sisters knack. Still Sunny was right, it sure beat flipping burgers at the golden arches. And Xera quickly quit her part-time job at Wal-Mart to make a hundred times more money by occasionally ‘scrubbing.’

However scrubbing was one thing, being violently raped was an entire other matter and Xera did not enjoy it though as the other amazons had noted the men of the Shroud seemed to have lost their ability to impregnate. They may have become lusty perverts but they shot blanks when they shot their thick loads. The monsters and plants on the other hand were as fecund as ever! If you ever got pinned by one of them you knew you were up for a few hours of high speed pregnancy and labor before the day was out birthing some squirming creature that would plop away and no doubt be a full mature adult ready to nail your sexy ass in just another day or two?!

The men might have been less trouble in the palimony department than the monsters and insemiod plants but what they lacked in both penis size and virility they more than made up for in sure depraved ingenuity and meanness. A beast would nail your sexy ass and lope off but a man might tie you up and keep hitting your kitty for days and days! Pigs!

She could probably slip past them, find a door that nothing was scraping on the other side of and disappear into the foggy darkness. But that would not fix her problem of being naked and weaponless with no light source. And here were three men with clothes on and weapons about them and a bonfire raging. No, she would have to go down and deal with them in one form or another.

Xera looked around her. The balcony had numerous openings along its walls but no stairs leading down into the courtyard. no doubt one of the openings lead to a staircase and that lead down to the courtyard. all the openings appeared to have been blocked with planks and bits of wood and furnishings in various states of decay and broken bits of pottery and stone work all from the inner courtyard side. She continued silently along until she found the one unobstructed passageway realizing this one must lead down rather directly to the courtyard.

Xera had learned from her travels in the Shroud that knowledge was not power no mater how many people insisted upon telling you that. Knowing how a steam engine works or how to hack a computer means little when there are no steam engines or computers. Even knowing how to find raw ore and build a smelter and smelter it and then work it into useful things and bringing all this together to then build a steam engine really was worthless in face of having only a few days or weeks or months to wander a land full of monsters. No power, true power, was having the intelligence to use knowledge and rework that knowledge using the tools at hand to solve problems and survive. It was Xera’s intelligence which had reasoned that the men who had blocked up these doors had then needed a way back down to the courtyard below; either a rope to descend or leaving a door unblocked or blocking it from the other side. They had left the door unblocked perhaps reasoning that an upper fast retreat in face of something smashing its way into the lower courtyard from one of the lower blocked doorways was a smart thing to have.

Because of this intelligence Xera did not simply leap over the stone railing and no doubt land below twisting her ankle or breaking her leg who knows how many miles away from the nearest healer. No she simply slipped down the open portal hallway where it quickly bent and lead down a short series of switchback stairs to the courtyard below.

At the base of the stairs she looked for and found the inevitable tripwire tied to some short shard of wood propping up a half leaning vase that would have made a very large smashing sound had she not stepped lightly over the taut twine and slipped again quickly into the shadows of the sporting columns running around the underside of the balcony now far above.

She was still undetected by the three men and she took her time to study them and the shadows around them to see if a forth lay sleeping and to decipher from which blocked doorway down here the persistent clawing and muffled banging seemed to come from.

She could not linger long for though she was still several yards from them and well hidden in shadow and fog her powerful Aphrodite gene pheromones would soon have each of the three men popping wood like they had never experienced in their lives and this in turn would make them restless and send them wandering about anxiously around the room. Considering she now realized that at least one of the men was asleep his body sagging forward his hooded head down on his chest his arms clutching a naked sword across his upper body his steady breathing whistling through his nose she did not wish this to happen. The man nearest him was busy carving on a piece of wood and sucking on his teeth. While the third looked forlornly into the flames of the large fire they had going and gripped his chest tight with his hands under his armpits as if the chill fog and subterranean vaulted courtyard was deeply cold to him.

Xera saw no bows or cross bows which was a bit unusual for thieves but this seemed a sorry lot and apparently a bit worse for the wear as their tattered garments and lack of any cooking food professed. ‘A sword without a sheath in the arms of a sleeping man… a knife in the hands of a man wilting or crafting something… and maybe a knife handle on the belt of the last man. If I act fast…’ Xera crouched back suddenly behind a column as the man who seemed very cold suddenly got up and turned away from the fire. Xera could see by his profile backlit from the bonfire that he was sprouting a huge erection.

‘Shit! I always forget how much faster my Aphrodite gene pheromones work in the Shroud compared to how long they take back in my time!’ Xera crouched back further as the man began to anxiously wander around the campfire staring off into the darkness under the balcony as if he could almost sense the prescience of the wowen who had so suddenly aroused him at a subconscious level.

‘Time for plan B as I will never be able to get in striking distance now with any chance of surprise with that man pacing back and forth like that.’ she noted that the one with the knife who was carving was now beginning to fidget and stop and tug at the front of his codpiece and hose. ‘If luck is not on my side I may be telling Sunny about this gang rape for weeks to come?!”

The idea of being raped sent a sudden shiver through Xera she was suddenly transported in her minds eye to the time she had been jumping rope in her back yard and the boy next door and his friends had invited her over to play and she had ended up tied up with her own jump rope and the boys taking turns pounding her holes for hours on end. She had been thoroughly disgusted by how much her body had enjoyed that even as her mind screamed silently for them to stop. They had left her tied up like that and it was the boys father who had discovered her. At first he had been utterly shocked and almost as confused as she was but as he was hurriedly untying her his hands had stopped tugging at the ropes and instead had engulfed her flesh until he too had pounded her holes again and again. When he did eventually untie her he seemed afraid and ashamed, but she had promised she would never tell; and she slipped back over into his backyard several times after that with her jump rope in hand and he had done those things to her again and again that so confused her and made her body feel so good even as it enraged and disgusted and confused her mind. After a month of this the man and his boy just suddenly moved away.

Xera now thought of her summer of jump roping/raping and her recent ‘scrubbing’ for money and all those strange men and boys who erupted all over her and made her feel so oddly proud as if she had just accomplished something fantastic as she made her way away from the bonfire and to the large pile of barrels and rocks and statuary placed up against the doorway where the muffled scraping and thudding came from most loudly. Xera did not know what was on the other side of that door but it was certainly something unfriendly and bound to do some serious damage to the three men at the bonfire. The only real question was would it then go on and do her any serious damage as well? Before she could kill it? Still a rape by a monster who then wanders off to leave her squatting and squeezing out a monster egg was better than being tied up and raped by three men for the next several days!

There was a logic to it, she kept telling herself as she began to remove the debris that had been stacked in front of the doorway. But she wondered if it wasn’t in fact the fog swirling around her encouraging her somehow to place herself from a possibility of being raped into an almost certainly of being raped?!

She had removed almost all the debris when the man who was pacing about looking cold saw her or heard her work and made a loud grunt and rushed forward to stop her. She fell back cursing her bad luck untangling herself from the debris to meet his charge but it never came for suddenly the door she had been carefully unburying and which had fallen strangely silent now burst open and a large skeleton of a man twelve feet tall and whose bones were glowing with strange glyphs and symbols and runes and grimiors came creaking in wielding a large wooden mallet. The man leaping toward her tried to check his momentum but the towering skeleton met him with a vicious swing that sent him flying backwards with a bone sickening crunch. The large skeleton then leapt at the whittling man who gave a cry and rolled aside as the skeleton landed scattering the flaming bonfire. Both causing the sleeping man to lurch ungainly to his feet half asleep still and now on fire only to receive a solid downward blow from the skeletons maul upon the top of his head that drove him to his knees and shattered his skull.

Xera raced up the stair case forgetting all about the tripwire which sent her sprawling on her face even as it added to the sound of the crashing one sided battle behind her. She gasped and stuttered to her knees and then was staggering racing back up the staircase to the upper balcony. She reached it and brought herself to a sudden stop just past the open doorway and crouched down listening. There was only silence. The battle was already over but who had won the last match? She heard the unmistakable creaking of enchanted bones and cringed. Well there had been no real doubt about it had there? But did it know she was here? It had raced past her without apparently seeing her when it had burst into the room, but a skeleton had no eyes anyway so how aware was its enchanted form?

‘If it will leave I can scavenge the bodies and get some clothes and weapons and fashion a torch,‘ Xera thought to herself as she held a hand over her mouth to muffle her breathing as much as possible. The light of the lower room was much diminished no doubt from the scattering of the bonfire when the skeleton had landed almost in it.

She waited a very long time until her long legs began to cramp from her crouched position and she grew cross with herself. ‘Of course it won’t just leave. It’s dead! It’s not like it has anywhere to go or anything to do! It will just stand down there creaking back and forth until it sees something new to attack!’ Xera fumed at her bad luck. ‘Skeletons don’t have penises. They don’t fuck. They just kill people. People like me.‘ She almost growled and though no sound had passed her pressed tight and hand covered lips she could hear the skeleton downstairs shift its position as if just a loud ‘thought’ was enough for it to detect a person?!

The light was beginning to die down as the scattered bits of wood charred and added their smoke to the fog. The idea of being blind in the dark with a skeleton who did not need light to see galvanized her to action. Xera abandoned her crouched position and she instantly heard the skeleton begin to shuffle around. It did not seem to know where she was but it now seemed to ‘feel’ someone was there in the courtyard with it. It did not seem to be aware of the stairs yet but it was defiantly pacing about the courtyard below searching steadily now. She followed its creaks and rubbed her sore legs and back. It was not easy to crouch with a pair of JJ cups on such a slim and thin frame; even with her increased strength and healing powers it caused her lower back to ache to be bent over for so long.

Xera had dealt with skeletons before they were a staple of wizards who wanted to set up long lasting guardians and could be found in abundance in most ruins having out ‘lived’ their masters but each time she had been well armed and prepared for them. But this time she was unarmed and naked and that maul looked like it could squash her like a grape under an elephants foot with little effort. The light had grown so dim now that she could easily see the blue and green and purple glow of the enchanted runes and symbols etched into the bones flicking on the walls as the unseen skeleton lumbered around creaking underneath her. In fact she was certain that all the flame was out from the scattered bonfire and only dull glowing embers now remained which illuminated poorly in the thick coiling fog.

Xera eyed the blocked upper passages. She could leave. She was certain she could find a passage not blocked so severely that she could not unearth it and pass without the skeleton being able to find her before she was racing down it. But where would that leave her? She would still be naked and unarmed in the dark and now with some large skeleton possibly chasing her down some unknown blind passage! There had to be a better option than that. And then she had one.

The large skeleton heard a whistle and looked above it. There was a brief image of a sexy naked woman with tits so large and firm and milky that it made even the skeleton smile and then the image was blotted out by a very large piece of statuary that smashed into the skeleton and shattered its bones to splinters and dust.

Xera brushed off her hands and walked nonchalantly down the short switchback stairs until she reached the courtyard floor where already the enchanted glow of the skeleton bones were fading. She picked up one of the large oversized femurs and began to fashion a torch out of it using some of the garments of one of the squashed men and some pitch in a small pot that they had carried no doubt for fashioning torches of their own. She lit this from the scattered embers and with a nice warm orange glowing if some what pungent light blazing she began searching the bodies and the few scattered backpacks that lay about the remains of the bonfire.

With a back pack cinched up on her long thin back and still naked except for a belt holding some pouches and a pair of excellent soft soled deer hide boots on her feet and armed with her bone torch and a wicked looking two foot long wide bladed knife Xera exited the courtyard by the already opened passage way where the skeleton had been scratching and pounding before she had let him in. she reasoned that this passage must lead out. The reason for this was if it lead further down into the catacombs and ruins of this dead city then the thieves would have had some treasure or loot upon them having traveled so far and being chased by a large skeleton they would have blocked off the passage and left. But instead they had no loot and so she reasoned that the passage had been the one they had traveled down and raising up the skeleton had raced past him and had sealed it up behind them but doing also sealing up their one known access to the way out. Of course none of this reasoning took into account that the thieves may not have been thieves at all or that they may have descended found nothing not already looted and raising a skeleton fled and barricaded themselves in for a long needed rest. In fact there was really no reason at all why Xera should think that the lower doors rather than the upper doors of the courtyard were the readiest access to the way out of the subterranean aspects of the ruined city. But being a clever wowen she of coursed simply believed she knew best and that was that. Which may explain why so many clever wowen or even clever women tend to end up as Wal-Mart assistant managers instead of doing anything say clever with their lives at all.

As it was this passage lead after branching off at several points steadily downward until it reached a large flooded cave most natural in formation and utterly lacking any sign of the artful craftsmanship that the etched stone walls and niches and statues had shown along the way. Xera ignored this and being Xera wadded across the expanse of icy water which threatened to swamp over her knee high doe skinned boots but never quiet managed to do so.

Here on the other side of the murky fog filled cavern Xera found a rough gravel sandbar with an inch of water standing over it and the remains of another lost soul. This fellow had a backpack which contained a back up belt orb which was lucky as the one on the ragged remains of his garments and body was smashed to pieces. Belt orbs are one of those few actually useful things mages accidentally create and then immediately disavowed as having anything to do with. Apparently because it is simple clever and too practical and thus not worthy of magic. Belt orbs are small fist sized egg like orbs that clip on to your belt that when activated produce a nice cold white shimmering light that far exceeds a smoky torch or a heavy lantern and they burn using a simple fuel of dark oily swirlly liquids and crystals. They can lay dormant for centuries but once activated usually last about a month of constant use (as activating them requires pushing a button on their top that smashes the glass vial of amber liquid inside that then reacts to the spheres packed in crystals) before their insides become a black crystallized slag and have to be tossed away.

Xera quickly clipped her new found belt orb to her own belt and activated it by depressing its top and smiled as it came ebbing to life. She tossed her nearly dead sputtering torch aside where it landed with a loud splash and hiss into the foggy shallow water.

“His body is crushed,” Xera stood up from the corpse finding the water and fog had rotted or rusted all else of any use away upon it a long time ago. She thought of the skeleton with the large maul and pondered that but then dismissed it and started looking around her peering upwards in the swirls of fog. She walked around her boots slurping in the shallow water of the shoal. “AH!” there it was. A large wooden ladder built against a piling of lashed together wooden poles that lead up into the darkness outside of her belt orbs sphere of light. “He must have fell,” she looked over her shoulder at the crumpled remains, “and from quiet a height.”

Xera shifted her large knife with its lower sharp edge and its thick ridged top edge to her left hand leaving her right hand empty for better grasping of the flimsy looking wooden rungs and started up the creaking ladder. It was fashioned haphazardly and it did not take Xera long to understand how some one could fall from its damp slippery bark skin rungs set at such awkward irregular intervals. Still she clambered on ward for a very long time until she wondered if the ladder actually lead anywhere at all or if it was in fact some sort of crude magical trap?

It was making one of the many sort of slight jogs over that the ladder made whenever the random length of the wooden pole sides seemed to run out and a new bit had been lashed into place that Xera suddenly slipped and as her foot came crashing down it splintered the supporting rung it struck and in fact if it were not for her enormous breasts catching momentarily upon a rung she would have plunged to her death. As it was she was able to breathlessly and with slightly aching tits grab hold of the ladder and stop herself from falling backwards to her death. She did however lose hold of her large knife in the panicked moment and as she caught her breath and risked letting go to give her roughly jarred boobs a thankful rub of appreciation she distinctly heard the distant splash of her knife landing somewhere far below her. “Chekov’s gun… great.” She growled and then sighed. “Well I am not about to be one of those video game heroines who drops her only weapon and then inexplicably decides to head onwards into unknown dangers instead of retrieving it!” she began to slowly climb down her legs still a bit shaky after her near fatal fall.

Below her there was a distant growl and the sound of multiple splashing. Xera stopped and frowned. The splashing continued and then suddenly the ladder shook and creaked and the pilings it was fastened to began to moan and shiver as something obviously rather large and heavy began to climb up the ladder from the darkness below. “Well on second thought maybe I am.” Xera began to climb up the ladder taking time to stop and stomp on the next several rungs directly past the one which had broken leaving a hopefully impassible gap behind her as they broke and fell away splashing far below. ‘Of course now if this ladder leads nowhere and I am forced to retrace my steps that gap will be a bitch to get past,” Xera muttered as she began to hurry as fast as the awkward creaking series of ladders would allow her.

The ladder lead up into impenetrable darkness. And then it suddenly stopped. For a second Xera felt a deep foreboding as the ladder and pilings continued to shake under the heavy thing climbing up them toward her in silence punctuated with wooden creaks and moans. But then she realized that the ladder had stopped at the top of a wooden plank covering of the pilings themselves. She crawled on her stomach onto the platform as the whole thing was now swaying so badly that she dared not stand upright least the pitching platform toss her off to her death! She crawled only a few feet before her belt orb revealed that the platform was built just shy and just under the lip of a protruding cliff. She quickly crawled to the stone protrusion and hauled herself up over its lip and thankfully found herself standing upon terra firma if indeed several hundreds of feet above a cavern floor.

The thing in the darkness seemed to sense she was about to escape it and its climbing became more frantic and the tossing swaying ladder and wooden lashed together pilings became more wild. Splintering sounds now accompanied the creaking and moaning of wood and popping snapping stiff rope.

Xera stood back from the bucking platform and quickly surveyed her new surroundings. It was too much to hope for that the whole ladder and pilings would go crashing to the far distant cavern floor before what ever it was that was pursuing her would arrive. She walked back away from the platform the stone ledge quickly gave way to a narrow cave. “Ah, expected that,” Xera smirked and without waiting for what ever was coming up behind her to reach her she hunched over and made her way rapidly up the slightly sloping recess.

The cave was natural and more a fissure than a cave as such she found her self twisting her long lanky form this way and that and squeezing through narrow openings that ran as much right or left as straight ahead. The erratic passage widened and she paused just as a long low moan exploded into a crashing sound behind her. Somewhere in the darkness the platform and ladder had come tumbling down. She could only wonder if the thing had went falling with it or if it had made it to the ledge?

At leas she could stand up straight now and take some of the weight of her humongous heavy breasts off her lower back with a long much needed stretch of her lithe body and a shaking of her very tired legs and arms. She sat down for a moment and was thankful that a steady few inches of icy water ran rapidly down the floor of the passage disappearing further behind her into the rock wall. The water kept the floor clear of any bat droppings or creepy crawly things. A fresh stirring of air meant she was nearby a further widening of the cave and a way that breached the surface. She got up though her body cried for more rest and forced her way on until she found herself at the bottom of what was obviously a well.

The shaft of natural rock and earth turned into stone facing just a short span above her and it was not difficult for the tall girl to clamber out of the almost dry well and find herself emerging in a courtyard of a setting sun amongst the surface ruins of the dead city. The fog here was not as heavy as it was out in the forests where black dripping leafless trees slowly died and only the stunted shrubs remained alive. Few crops save roots and tubers grew well anymore and the wild life had become monstrous in manner and appearance. But within the walled living cities enough sun and magical light kept the harvests going for now. Sheep and poultry and oxen could still be raised and culled. But out in the wilds things were very different indeed. The deer and herbivores had taken to eating the large mushrooms and fungus which were rapidly replacing the once towering monarch forests now rotting and dying. And this diet had seemed to make them pale and monstrous themselves in the Shrouds domain.

The fog swirled like milk poured into a tin pail of sliver mercury water and Xera thought of all the seamen that had been spilt upon her body over the past two years and the wads of cash those wads had earned her and suddenly wondered if her sister was alright even though she knew when the bracelet sent her back she would have been gone only a few seconds but still she worried about the girl who was so brazen as to have invented ‘scrubbing’ on her own and was giddily saving up for a car she was still too young to drive!

Xera frowned. She would pull her panties aside and show her unshaved pussy to a man while he masturbated for a twenty dollar bill and she would get another twenty when he spewed his hot sticky goo allover her as they always did. It was a quick forty dollars usually taking less than twenty minutes of her time and the man would always be ready for another go when she bumped into him in the street again a day or two latter. They seemed to crave her body uncontrollably but she would have screamed bloody murder if even the cutest of them had touched her. She stubbornly thought of herself as a virgin despite all her rapes in the Shroud and all her sexual experimentation with her bff’s girlfriends and assorted vegetables. She also did not think of herself as a lesbian despite all the sticky finger hot mouth kissing and licking and sucking she and her friends did. She had never had a boyfriend so how could she be anything but a virgin?!

If dirty old men wanted to jerk off to her bra or panties or exposed nipples or hairy pussy, well, then why shouldn’t she make money off that instead of being some yelled at mistreated cashier? She saw no contradiction in her mom’s inherited feminism and letting middle age men use her stomach and pussy and tits as spooge targets for cash. Just as she saw no contradiction in her getting gang banged by a pride of lion men in the Shroud and just seconds latter still having no doubt about her purity and virginity. Still hours had passed since she had arrived in the Shroud and she had never ever gone this long without getting raped by someone or something and she was feeling a little ‘anxious’ and that was never good when you were trying to save the world from something no one seemed to understand including first and foremost yourself. So Xera decided she needed to sate her building need and enjoy the pause that refreshes so she sat herself down on the lip of the well and after a good look around to make sure there was nothing lurking about she spread her legs and started letting her fingers do the walking.

The orgasm was good and strong and it left her smiling dazed and sweetly refreshed. It reminded her she was hungry but it seemed to take all the languid ache out of her limbs and back. A good orgasm seemed to always make her feel well rested and alive with her sense sharpened and her energy bursting forth. It was a good way to cheat the real need for sleep or food for a few hours or so but it would only refresher her like that a couple of times. She would need some kind of food soon and a place to rest. The teleportation orgasm always left her needing some sleep and food when she first arrived. It was such a powerful orgasm only a gang bang with some really large dick monsters ever came close. It left her feeling like her head was a balloon and her body a string of lead clunking and tangling into everything. Xera looked around her now wishing there where a few of those large dick monsters at hand but then chided herself for being as bad as Sunny and making a distasteful sound with her pursed lips slipped off her well perch and rolled upon her supple long legs in powerful strides away following the small narrow stair case that lead to an arched passage though two large cliff like buildings and avoiding in turn the other two exits out of the well square which were both over grown with foul red tipped painful looking brambles.

True a forced rape orgasm left her very dazed and feeling increasingly slutty and horny no matter how many orgasms she had she felt an increasing appetite for more, but a nice relaxed solo orgasm always refreshed her and left her after the dizziness passed feeling sharp as a tack and ready to face the next challenge. And the next challenge was a large gate so old that it was green with moss though the fog had made it fade to a gray blue green. Though the gate was made as much out of wood as rusted metal she knew in a heart beat there was no way to force it open. It had fallen off its hinges and was half buried in rubble form the half collapsed archway above it. She paused a bit to study the carved runes to see if she recognized any of them as her grasp of magic in the Shroud was gaining some ground over her past few jaunts. She had spent over a month holed up with a horny old mage waiting out a month long sandstorm who traded his knowledge and secrets of spells for blowjobs and hand jobs so readily that he had been reduced to trading his clothes and belongings by the last of the month so she had left him naked at the base of the desert towers that dotted the dead river road and heavily laden with his now her gear had foraged on into the great wastes. She had not gone far when the bracelet had orgasmed her and sent her back to her own time and place! What a bust that had been! All that sticky man goo all over her body and filling her small stomach for weeks on end to earn all those items which she had hoped to sell and add to her account in the Blue City and in a wham bam thank you ma’am moment she had lost it all and was back in her world! Ugh! It really was unfair!

She wondered if the mage had followed her down the dead river bed and when she had vanished simply took his things back? That was so like men to take advantage of a poor girl when she was helpless and down! Humph!

Xera decided she did not recognize the runes nor the style of the carvings of the figures and relief’s so she reasoned she had never been in this dead city before. It was decidedly lacking in monsters and treasure and the sooner she found a way out of it the better. She might be saving the world with mixed success (perhaps due to her complete lack of understanding what she should be doing) but she had turned a handsome profit doing it or trying to do it all the same and her bank account of trade credit in the Blue City with its merchants was considerable. There wasn’t much left of civilization but what little there was could be found in spades at Blue City!

The door before her was huge. The stone arch capping it was immense and yet she knew this was not an outer gate as it lacked the normal sentry posts and smaller door for day to day passage. Maybe a royal court door separating an inner part of the city from an exterior part? The question was, was she in the outer part looking at the inner or was she in the inner part looking at one of the exit gates to the outer part? She might be heading in to the city instead of out of it if she didn’t get some bearings first.

There was a collapsed tower to her right where the high walled multistory buildings gave way to the gateway wall. If she climbed up there she would have a most excellent view of her surroundings and should be able to decipher which way was out! The Shroud kept the top part of the tower clouded and the rapidly descending night would make it impossible for her to see much but if she climbed up there and had a good sleep she should have about as good a view as one gets in the fog when morning came bleary eyed back to this world.

The climb would not be too difficult as the avalanche of stone gave her a ready rock face to scale that would put her in reach of an open section that in turn she could then access and make her way up the rest of the way internally. It would be better to seek shelter preferably above ground and higher up if she was going to sleep. Though there were things on leathery creaking wings that soared unseen in the fog that if one slept up too high or too much out in the open would snatch a snoring un-expecting solider or guard or thief or bandit or even a small beast now and then and be gone before the rest of the party could take notice.

Xera began her ascent with both eyes and her ears open as the things with wings tended to hunt mostly at night and night was now suddenly upon her as she scampered and climbed with her belt orb the only light in a blanket of chilly fog.

She reached the breach in the upper tower wall without a serious slip or tumble and pulled and squeezed her way in through the gap and found herself on a stone stair case which ceased abruptly where it should have descended due to the collapse of the outer tower wall so that the lower part of the tower was thus sealed from the upper floors which Xera took as a good sign that the upper tower floors of which it appeared to her best judgment of squinty eye proportion only two or three floors could remain. She crawled over the pile of rubble leading up and was rewarded after a tight squeeze with finding the rest of the spiral stone stair case unimpeded and allowing her to follow its curve upward. The circumference of the tower was surprising as half of it had been built into the nearest high building so she had not seen its entire outer round aspect before darkness had closed the lid of fog to just the small eddy of her belt orb. But the stair wound around a considerable distance before it brought her back above where she had entered and thus to the fist open archway to the inner wooden floored tower floor.

Xera thought it prudent to investigate this so she would know that all the floors beneath her as she passed were free of monsters and threats as she slept. While this was sound in principle and Xera considered herself a very principled girl; the inner floor of the tower was divided up into many smaller wooden walled rooms with wooden doors most of which had become wedged in their jambs with the towers collapse and thus were impassable. Still the rooms she did find that she could enter were filled with many barrels and chests of wood and metal and many ceramic boxes and pots as people in the ancient world seemed to use pots to store just about anything; and locked cells that housed more crates and chests and bundles and tarp covered heaps that Xera her eyes giddy with the thoughts of treasure and reassuring her cautioning self that reminded her of her need for sleep that she was looking for weapons and clothes as she still had none having lost her knife, quickly opened up her side belt pouch that contained a full set of lock picking tools. Almost everyone who traveled carried such a kit with so many lost dead cities about and sudden abandoned decaying towns that popped up out of the mist. So that one of the men had a set of lock picks on his body did not mean that the three men had been thieves. In fact one of the first things you were required to do when you entered a walled living city was locker your weapons and turn your lock picks over to the captain of the guard before you could enter.

Ironically she had learned more about picking locks from her younger sister Sunny than she had from her time in the Shroud. Xera clucked her tongue as she popped the first locked chest open with a smirk and frowned as she tried to wave the fog out of her eyes as she peered inside. The little voice inside her head bemoaned that she would be picking locks all night and they needed to get some sleep if she was to be up by dawn and figure a way out of this dead city! She had to find a way to stop the Shroud after all and yet each time she was in the Shroud she seemed to spend most of her time either getting raped or looting treasure and rushing it back to the Blue City where she was eyeing several promising properties and businesses for investment!

But then her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the chest and Xera cried out in an excited “AHA!” that utterly silenced her small tired inner voice as she reached in and pulled out several fine looking swords wrapped in oil skin. Most weapons sold in the Shroud were scavenged. What ancient knowledge about smelting and bronze and iron work had become irreverent in face of the mines being over run by monsters and undead and the rapid decrease in the over all populations of the living sane. Why make more weapons and armor when the dead cities had plenty to scrounge and use.

This would have rendered weapons and such particularly useless in bartered trade or sold for merchant credit within a set living city except few ventured outside of cities to scavenge and the dangers of the Shroud made being armed and armored very important! As such even a few well made weapons or pieces of armor could pay for a meal and lodgings for a night or two even in the smaller wooden palisade towns and it could buy a weeks lodgings and meals in one of the larger cities which though of considerable size where virtual ghost towns due to their almost constant threat of attack on their walls. The Shroud seemed to direct the monsters and undead to the walls of the few cities still standing! It was safer to live in the small settlements though safer many felt would change in a heart beat once the last of the large walled cities fell and the Shroud could easily turn its attention to the few remaining small towns whipping them out in a single swipe.

The Shroud seemed to her to be like an arboreal ice age that may or may not have caused the collapse of an entire world of medieval technological society plunging it into ruins. Or it may have simply came along after all these cities had collapsed and now threatened what little was left of the humane race. The lands seemed dotted with dead cities now nothing but ruins and the Shroud seemed to be finishing off what few cities remained. All of this coming thousands of years before the rise of those cultures which she knew about from history class. The one thing that was certain was the Shroud ate magic!

It was rare to find any magical artifacts or weapons intact in the dead cities and those made in the living cities or by craftsmen in the few small towns did not last long once it came into direct contact with the omnipresent Shroud. The magic that kept the Shroud at bay at the larger living city walls had to be reapplied on a monthly basis by the mages and priests. Xera knew that by the time of the first shreds of recorded history most magic was gone or considered myth, but so was the Shroud. She liked to tell herself that the Shroud simply left after eating up all the worlds magic, but her nightmares told her otherwise. If the Shroud was not stopped all of mankind would die as well as the Earth and then the Sun. But it was hard when you are a teenage girl to buckle down and save the world when you know there are these kick ass boots in the cobblers shop in Blue City that you really, really want and a hand full of jewel encrusted daggers would snag them for you and you really have no idea what the Shroud is let alone how to stop it anyway and neither apparently does anyone else.

But the little voice in Xera’s head had of course been right and instead of making her way up to the top of the tower and getting a good sleep; Xera instead picked locks in room after room drooling over chest after chest of which often as not produced nothing of use but just as she was about to stop a chest or jar or box would reveal a fine etched iron axe or several fine woven garments or jars of rare spices and perfumes of great value.

In the end Xera picked the lock on an iron bar cell and then entered it and shoved some of the crates inside against the bars of the door and climbed up on a pile of tarps on some solid feeling crates and fell immediately into a loud snoring sleep. Xera always snored when she was very, very tired as most very attract young girls do.

She awoke well past dawn and in fact nearing noon though with the Shroud there was truly only murky pearl white fog of day and murky silver blue fog of night. Xera emerged from the floor of store rooms having to leave most of her prizes behind as usual and loaded down with a mix of the most valuable and most useful items she had found.

This included: a fine sky blue cloak with purple inner lining and trimmed in silver brocade. It was a good heavy cloak and scented with a light sandalwood musk, the outer blue with its silver threads warded well against the constant dank of the Shroud which often turned into a cold icy rain without any warning. The hood of the cloak had a long lace edging done in the style of the Masks. And as such bore the usual ability of allowing one to see through the fabric from the inside quiet clearly but was impenetrable from without as well as always casting the wearers face in constant shadow when worn with the cowl up. Not quiet magic but of a skill long lost and seldom found and worn only by the royal kings and queens of the dead city of thieves.

She was certain that despite the find of such a rare garment which she now happily wore that this was not the dead city of thieves as she had been there twice now and would have recognized it at once. No she still did not know where she was but she was certain it was not the dead city of thieves.

Xera also now wore a quiver full of black ember arrows tipped in dragon’s tooth; an almost unbreakable thorn from the plant with the same name. And a large heavy black bow which had taken her considerable time to find a bow string for and then a bit of a struggle to string it. The bow would not be easy for her to use even with her enhanced strength but its workmanship was outstanding and she had no doubt of its lethal range. Both bow and quiver she wore slung over her back the bow coming with an elaborate holster etched in gold inlay. The straps of these she wound around her breasts causing them to jut out even further and with a gold buckle belt stretching over the top of her nipples for modesty sake all of which caused her ample breast flesh to puff and squeeze between the tight leather straps like pale white Pillsbury dough.

Wearing the bow and quiver on her back under her cloak meant she had to forgo her backpack. She replaced the discarded back pack with a better belt that held a few larger pouches of sturdier construction. Which she had promptly filled with as many shinny trinkets and babbles and jewelry as she could find as well as a few raw gems. This had not been many as the tower store room though obviously untouched by scavengers had been primarily a place to store now rotted grains and utensils such as shovels buckets etc. only a few of the locked cells had been stockpiled with valuable items and most of these had come in the form of large pieces of furniture and adornments for rooms; statures and pedestals, and the like. She got the feeling that much of the tower had been used as a sort of attic storage area for the connecting large buildings.

She replaced her boots with a better fitting pair of belted ankle shoes. Perhaps not as practical as the doe skin boots and perhaps more at home in a court of a living city than the ruined court yards of a dead one, but she already had a large blister on her right heel where the too large boot had rubbed and the ankle shoe/slipper had a thick but soft sole and most importunately it had an arch sport built in which seemed to be surprisingly rare?! But most people wore sandals or rags tied around their feet so maybe simple arch support was like the stirrup or indoor plumbing on tomorrow’s to do list. If we all don’t die that is.

The only bottoms she could find was to fashion a crude split skirt out of what may have been at one time a leather jerkin with chain mail attached to its front and wool padding to its underside. It was heavy and would stay in place when the wind blew and it gave her some good stout protection from the knees up. Not as fashionable as she liked but it sure beat walking around with her naked snatch on display to everyone!

In her own time Xera tended to dress herself in big bulky formless clothing and keep her head down. But as often is the case when one suddenly finds themselves in a strange place unknown and unknowing to anyone they quickly start doing or behaving in ways very alien to them thus she found in the Shroud she liked to wear flimsy silks and bright flashy skin revealing scandalous costumes. And no one seemed to notice or comment. The styles she came across in the living cities were fantastical in the extreme and nudity or partial nudity was utterly common. Outside of the living cities everything was patchwork at best and mostly found or crudely made garments and items. Men in fur pelts only roughly scrapped tanned with the fur still on them. You found as many wanders armed with crude clubs and wearing animal skins tied about their body as you did knights in full armor of elaborate construction; both were as likely to attack you and rape you if were outside of a living city and even then a girl wanted to avoid certain areas.

For a weapon other than the bow she had found several halberds and pikes but had settled on a much more easy to wield spear. It was a light spear with a simple slim head and could be wielded by her with one hand. There was nothing remarkable about it but it was only spotted by a little rust and time had not decayed its sharpness. It would serve.

This of course left her left hand free to wield a shield but she found none. The storage room was obviously not a proper armory and she was lucky to find what she did.

Still she would have preferred some better clothes and shoes but the cloak kept her dry and allowed her to quickly shield her belt orb and hide its constant light, and the bow was nice and she was getting good with a bow, and the spear was solid for sticking things at a reasonable distance and keeping, hopefully, out of grabbing range. It was a good night of scavenging but as she continued up the staircase to the next tower level and felt the stiffness in her limbs and the hunger now gnawing at her belly she wished she had listened to her little voice and gone to sleep sooner or at least found something edible.

The long ascent corkscrewing around to the next opening in the inner wall of the now apparently very wide squat tower was blocked by a rusted iron door which she could not pick much to her frustration and angst as such obstinate doors often revealed the best prizes. She begrudgingly went on until the spiral staircase simply deposited her through a rectangular opening in the ceiling, that she walked up through, on top of the tower. The tower top was an open vast expanse of gray green black wood timbers tick enough as to still be solid to the step. She had expected a flat wide open nothingness ensconced in fog but she was surprised to find a number of rusted cells composed out of flat metal bars riveted together creating oblong boxes these then being scattered across the vast top of the tower.

Xera paused to look out over the expanse of the dead city as the staircase opening was near one of the abrupt edges of the tower but could make out few details and only a handful of large looming shadows below her in the ocean of fog. The tower edged lacked any raised curtain wall or anything to keep one from simply stepping off its lip and Xera found herself a little nervous standing with her toes on its worn fog dewed edge. She had hoped to get good view of the city lay out but had not counted on the degree of the Shroud’s invasiveness. She turned her back on swirling clouds of fog and made her way over to the nearest cell. As she approached these large room sized boxes she realized that they were filled with half collapsed barrels and crates under moldering tarps and curious what she may find fished out her lock picks and set to work on the large rusted lock of the nearest cage.

The lock needed oiled but she was able to half pick half force the lock open and with some stubborn mule kicks, that had her wishing she had kept her boots, and shoulder shoves the creaking grating door as well yielded to her persistence and wrenched wide. The iron cages were fashioned with sides and top and even a floor of iron flat slat bands that were riveted together and came in various sizes. The one she had just gained entrance to was about three feet taller than she was and large enough to stable a pair of horses and an ox or two and maybe a pig…well since she was a city girl and had never seen a farm animal prior to her coming to the Shroud and had thought steak and sausage came into existence on little Styrofoam platters wrapped in cellophane, she really didn’t have a clue what animals needed for room in a stable. It would have fitted about six of her queen sized beds or was about the size of her bedroom back in her time.

The floor of the metal cage room was covered in coils of tarred rope and the crumbling moldering remains of crates and oil tarps that had been weathered by the Shroud and its weeping rains into slick dark piles of muck and rusted metal bits. But she could tell that arrows, bolts, cross bows, spears, as well as some construction equipment had once been stored here before turning now into rotted piles. She did not bother entering the room any farther and left it.

“Perhaps I will have better luck with one of the other cage rooms, but I would save time if I can see what’s in them first before trying to unlock their doors.” She made her way to the next iron cage and this time walked around it poking and prodding with her spear through the square openings trying to see if there was anything of worth inside. It seemed another basic storage cell full of more raw materials for building or repairs and tools all long since decayed away in utter uselessness.

The third cage was somewhat sheltered by being surrounded by other iron cages and its contents were more intact. Her spear point made promising ‘thud-thud’ wooden sounds as she jabbed it at the tarps instead of the wet squishy rotted sounds from before. She set to the lock and soon had it open. But before she could force wide the iron slat bar door upon its creaking rusted hinges the fog around her did one of those regular but always heart in the throat moments of surreal suspense that only a strong ever present fog can do; it parted. An alleyway seemed to divide its self just beyond the iron box room she was about to enter and though it was the difference of degrees of opaqueness the young teen girl could make out the shadowy shapes of what must have been trees?! Or at least thick towering tree trunks, it was hard to be utterly certain as it was like trying to figure out shapes coated in swaths of liquid white dripping swirling plastic, or trying to figure out what exactly the inner composition was of one of her sisters Christmas candy concoctions as they all appeared as white blobs of melted almond bark poured in excess over various found items in the cupboard.

Xera had seen the towers of the dead city of the black wood She had been teleported there once before. All the towers had been wide squat and topped with trees and shrubs and gardens and even fountains and small ponds and had no doubt before the arrival of the Shroud been lush and green even if overgrown and long abandoned but had been mutated by the ever present fog into black dripping weedy hulks and twisted rotted husks covered in white luminous molds and mushrooms and fungi. Xera wondered now if she was again back in that dead forest city. If so she was not far from the living small town of Roaring River. With its wide walls of half desiccated fire killed pilings and ruble filled rock and earth embankments circling its few stacked haphazardly leaning dwellings. It was one of the few living habitations built after the arrival of the Shroud that was not composed out of ruins and materials of a dead city or making use of some natural rock or earthen formations. The people of Roaring River had learned a way to harvest and tan the elephant mushroom stalks and fashion them into a thick leathery encasement for their walls as well as bodies. They looked like odd hairless men in their slightly glowing fungi armors.

The odd smelling white glowing walls of Roaring River town was built upon an ox bow surrounded on three sides by its name sake a wide rushing river and joined to the rest of the black wood by a narrow isthmus walled in stone and fungi leather and dank black logs. The large living city of Dreary was only a four day ride on fungi leather raft with only three portages around waterfalls and rapids. And Dreary shared its merchant credit account with Blue City another forty days beyond that. She could sell her found treasures there and receive warrants of writ for credit with Blue City and have them sent by ‘mage mail’ as she liked to call it. You got less value by selling for credit but it was less risky and faster than waiting for an armored caravan to transport your wares from the three large living cities that still communicated with one another and recognized each others trade.

The odd tanned fungi hides were highly prized by the rest of the Shroud world and made up many of the simple thong bindings increasingly needed for survival. The Roaring River also harvested some of the more edible fungi from the black wood and as such rafts/barges of such were regularly making their way down river to Dreary and the long torturous trek from there to Middletown which set before the Great Wall Mountains that separated the costal living and dead cities of which Blue City was the largest and still most advanced. And it was this city, Blue City, Xera always headed towards though she often was not left in the Shroud long enough to make it there. Still Dreary, if she could make it to Dreary she could sell off all her found treasures and be one step closer to that little stone cottage on the second balcony she often day dreamed about in Blue City. Blue City still had its magic wards its walls one could walk in the sun there with only a hint of light cloudy fog. Window boxes still grew flowers un-mutated and the streets were full of sheep and cattle and people still laughed as plays and parties were performed and regularly held. Or at least the last time she was here before teleporting back to her world which would have been just seconds after she left either it had stood thus. Though her arrival back in the lands of the Shroud would have been just seconds after the bracelet had teleported her back to her own world and visa versa no mater how much time had passed while she was in the other world it still filled her with doubts that things could still be exactly the same as they were when she had been physically gone for some long during such suspended time.

Suddenly Xera was worried about her younger sister and her mother and father and wither the Blue City still stood against the onslaught of the Shroud and its mutated monsters that milled and swirled about tits gates and stone bridge approaches. Even though she knew she had just left the Shrouded world seconds before she had returned and she would return to her world again no matter how long she remained in the Shroud just seconds after she had left it. But those days weeks months when she was in either world always left her feeling anxious about what was transpiring in whatever world she was not currently in; had the Blue City fallen with its amazons in the seconds she had been gone? Was her sister and mother and father alright in the seconds she would be gone? It was silly to worry about such things but she did and she bit her lower pillow lip in frustrated anxiety and a sense of confusion. Destroying the Shroud was the only way she could save both of her worlds but how?!

The sudden wave of anxiety gave way to one of equally sudden mirth as Xera thought of her mother and father and sister remembering random funny situations that had recently passed. Xera’s mother was a teacher of feminist studies majors at Delta City college who could not seem to keep out of trouble with her loud vocal propositions that woman had ruled in the past and that all the worlds problems could be attributed to the rise of men out of slave bondage and usurping the right and just rule of women. Role reversal she called it. She was a frequent guest on talk shows and had written many best selling books on various subjects relating to women and the history of women as she insisted it had happened. She was a tall busty woman with long curly red locks of hair and a fiery temperament. Her father was a quiet mousy thin man who was a much respected teacher and archeologist. The two had met at a dig in Anatolia where her father had supported her mother’s controversial view that it had been a city of women warriors with males held as slaves. How such seemingly opposites could have met fallen in love and married was beyond anyone’s understanding but Xera’s bedroom was directly above her parents bedroom and she could hear their love making through the floor vent beside her bed. She had long ago found the bondage wear her mother kept in her closet and the strap on dildos of various sizes and large jars of anal lube so the husky demanding commanding voice of her mother and that of her subservient begging wining father had filled in the gaps for her young mind long ago. Her mother was heavily into cock and ball torture and S & M anal rape and her father’s love of her was such that he even allowed her to post photos of him and her on the internet though cropped or blurred of course to disguise their identity. How many times had Xera laid upon her bed slamming the hastily grabbed cucumber from the kitchen fridge in frantic time to her own mothers masterful poundings as both daughter and mother had climaxed together to the slapping whelps of her fathers forced ejaculation?

Despite her dominate nature both in and out of the bed room Xera was surprised that her mother’s biggest sexual role playing fantasy was to be chloroformed and raped while helpless and her father would often go to great lengths to fulfill this lustful desire upon her part so that Xera herself had accidentally come across her father in ludicrous disguise jump upon her mother in broad daylight in the nearby park and clamp a chloroform sandwich over her surprised mouth and then rape her repeatedly just yards away from passerby’s or picnicking families on several occasions?!

Perhaps it was this constant prescience of her powerful and wonderful mother and loving dotting father and knowing that by an overheard whisper that her mother was making him wear this or that device under his trousers that day to teach his classes and her mother’s own greedy need to be dominated even as she prided herself on her independent will that made Xera’s own rapes and sexual experiences in the Shroud which surly would have traumatized any normal teen girl instead seem more acceptable as part of the price she had to pay to save the world and thus her arrival in the Shroud once the initial anxiety of not knowing where she was and the helpless sensation the powerful transportation orgasm left her subsided she found herself not alarmed or afraid but instead excited and egger and confident and with a strong sense of purpose and will she so normally lacked back in her own world.

Thus it was with her mind full of that strange heady mix of both anxiety and humor and of a dozen simultaneous different thoughts all going at once that is so common in the makeup of the mind of a woman but most readily noted in the mind of a teenage girl that Xera walked around the iron cage storage room set so haphazardly upon the summit of the tower roof and made her way in the direction of the nearby telephone like trucks of trees she had just seen but which the fog had already blackboard wiped away in a cloud of chalk dust.

‘If this is the dead city of the black wood then I can make it to Roaring River if I can but find the river and then on to Dreary with little effort and lots of luck. The men of Roaring River will not trade for ‘trinkets and baubles’ they will want sex or some rampaging monster slain!’ Xera thought to herself as she raised up an outstretched hand so as not to walk face fist into one of the now invisible tree trunks. “But still at least they bathe regularly and the monsters along the Roaring River are never very large or too strong. The men are just so timid there! I don’t know how they survive without strong Amazon women leading them like most of the larger living cities have?’

Xera did not know that her busty hourglass figured mother was the part-time ultra-feminist super heroine Ms. Astonishing though her father did and often assisted her the best he could with co-funding her nightly sex-ploits and keeping up the repairs on her hidden garage green 1970’s Ms. Astonishing car and crime fighting gear. So it is not surprising that her mother’s awakened Aphrodite gene had been passed on to her eldest daughter and even Sunny with her constant lust seemed to hint at a dormant Aphrodite gene just bursting to awake as well. What her mother would have thought of Xera’s time traveling bracelet which her father had given her from one of his digs in the ancient Amazon city is subject to whim, but Xera hoped she would be proud of what she was trying to do with it! Saving the world unwittingly ran in the family!

The fog of the Shroud seemed to vary in thickness from moment to moment and day to day and place to place with some places being infamously thick so you could not see your hand pressed up to your nose day or night and other places it seemed thin as willow wisps or dust motes in the rays of an afternoon sun but thick or thin it could change its swirling membranes wafting volume in seconds and without warring much like a snake strike.

And so the wall of fog suddenly became a gauzy flimsy veil and the towering tree trunks loomed threateningly into view all about the startled girl.

The fog had a way of warping and mutating; changing all things in its ceaselessly grasp. But Xera could tell in a stopped heart beat these were not tree trunks and this was not a long withered garden of the dead black wood city. They were heavy cable like tentacles that lingered upon the ground they rasped over like thick burly blue-black elephant trunks. Around the slow lumbering prehensile fingers thinner more fragile looking glowing white tentacles slithered and wiggled above her and around her. Something enormous was suspended in the air above her she could just make out its large glutinous shape a large man-o-war jelly fish like creature shuddering and snuffling breathing in and out the fog in great clumps of cloud and hovering as its cilia covered semi-transparent skin glistened and sweated.

For a moment Xera froze her mind screaming at her not to move and to then move very, very slowly back the way she had come, but then experience came to her rescue and she knew that the creature had already seen her had perhaps moved its large trunk like dangling limbs to wave the fog about to show its self to her. That it was pretending not to have noticed her so it could, very slowly, very steadily, creep up its tentacles behind and above her to… grasp her!

But the long liquid limbs flailed at empty air for Xera was already sprinting directly ahead fully under the beast and its dangling vines of probing whipping searching death. Many of the prehensile limbs ended in reassuring penis like heads that seemed to swell and turn purple as they plumbed about her so it was more ready to rape her than to eat her but it would still have to catch her first!

Xera sprinted past the clumsy grabbing albino rope like tethers suddenly falling like rain about her as she darted and rolled and zigzagged this way and that until she saw a series of concentric circles of stone and an iron cage set upon the raised platforms. This cage was not square as the others had been but bullet shaped with a rounded top and it was not full of boxes or tarps but lay empty. Xera recognized it at once having seen similar such devices in the ruins outside of Blue City. She ran up the steps and through the open door-less aperture running until she heard the metal plate clank down as she stepped on it and drew herself up to a sudden stop. She waited for what seemed an eternity as the tentacles began to wiggle nosing through the bars of the huge bird cage still searching for her.

Maybe it no longer works she thought with throat tightening fear even as the muffled sounds of clanks and whirling metal and clink of long dormant chains sent a shudder through the metal platform she was standing on and it suddenly with a stumbling lurch began to descend. The old elevator still worked!

Once underway the platform descended rapidly and Xera soon found herself traveling through a well of stone and into a large room which she guessed was the one which had been sequestered behind the iron rusted door she had been unable to access on the staircase earlier. She quickly surveyed the room finding it mostly Shroud free no doubt due to its long sealed state but the Shroud was all invasive and eventually penetrated any stone or substance so here too even though it was faint she could make out the white swirls of the Shroud as it moved like ghostly mammoths about the high vaulted room.

Seeing no immediate danger that rivaled the large airborne octopus still fingering for her whereabouts Xera leapt off the elevator platform and yanked a nearby leaver sending it back up to plug her escape hole in the ceiling above. This revealed a shaft leading down into the next room which was thick with darkness and murk and Xera eyed it cautiously as she pulled the cloak which had fallen about her belt orb aside to allow more light to spill across the room.

The long sealed chambers air was thick and she wheezed as she breathed in its stagnate stillness but she was relived to find she was in a room well complemented with racks of books and scrolls and cases of and tables full of what was obviously the trappings of a studious mind. ‘This is not the ruins of the dead city of black wood,’ the young girl muttered to herself as she spied about her and began to cautiously roam amongst the surprisingly well preserved tapestries and relics. “AH!” she exclaimed as she found a slightly raised section of the wooden floor and saw the device perched upon it. “I am in the great dead city of the mages! Borealis! For I have seen maps of this in Blue City!’ There before her excited face was a large table covered with a scale replica model of the city of Borealis.’ Of course just because you stumble across a large table model of a city in some tower dose not mean it’s a replica of the city the tower happens to be in but she a doubting thought never one crossed the stubborn girls mind. She was in Borealis and that was that!

She studied the model of the city trying to figure out where the tower she was in was located but the city was nothing like other cities living or dead. It was not a few stone buildings here and there half buried by earth or forest or a single large wall encompassing collapsed staircases and wells of buildings; no Borealis had been made in the guise of a large maze. A series of walls both of stone and wood with crooked haphazard streets crammed full of buildings of all shapes and sizes set pell-mell on top of each other with no apparent rhyme or reason. It was a vast stone chaos of twisting winding walls and gates and towers and stone pathways lacking any true road or avenue its long dead inhabitants all being mages used their magic to transport items and themselves around so all was stairs and winding long narrow tunnel like alleyways where servants had muttered and humped dragging things by muscle rather than wheel this way and that their inconveniences ignored or laughed at by the power mad mages themselves.

Part of the design had been by intent to provide an invading army impasses of dead ends and winding dwindling channels to thwart their advance but mostly it had been the result of hundreds of wills unyielding and equally powerful butting heads and refusing to make the slightest compromise or feel the slightest concern for others. It was a stubborn city of rock and magic though much of the magic would have been suckled away by the Shroud now.

“Borealis,” Xera hummed as she looked over the relief map of the city finding herself much impressed as well as bewildered by it all. “If I am indeed in Borealis than I am in the middle of the Ashatan desert and so far from the rest of the world that any hope of reaching Blue City before the bracelet randomly teleports me back to my time is out of the question. Still in such a mythical place as this there must be much to find in the way of knowledge or loot!”

Xera did not question how it was she could understand so many different spoken tongues or read so many strange languages. She only knew that as long as the bracelet was upon her wrist she could speak and understand any spoken or written language in either her time and world or the world of the Shroud. She looked about her at the endless rows of books and tombs and her stomach growled loudly. “Gosh, I would love to suck some monster dick right now for some delicious warm sticky nut butter protein power shake! GWAD! I’m starved!”

She saw a large orb set upon a pedestal at the far end of the model of the city and moved rapidly toward it. Seer Stones were once common but had lost their power and thus their purpose long ago. Still this one was sealed up and this was the city of mages… maybe? Xera pressed her forehead to the stone and closed her eyes. The image was dim at first but she concentrated and she saw suddenly and very clearly the immediate area around the tower. She lacked the will and training to control the stone so all she could see was the stone reacting to the highest level of threats around its own tower. Images of the large jelly like fish above her tower and then a sudden image of her climbing out of the well on what must have been many hours ago and then her embarrassingly banging herself and then leaving to explore the gate yard and then climb the tower. Then a white large worm like creature covered with short stubby hair like wiggling protrusions climbed out of the well she had just finger banged herself at and it wiggled around the courtyard obviously looking for her. It went down one of the briar pathways pulling all its feelers in against the harsh slicing of the dragon tooth barbs and disappeared. Then it showed her sleeping in the tower two floors below and her waking up and climbing up the stair case of her pausing at the metal door to this room of the worm like creature returning to the gate courtyard and making a laborious ascent up the pile of rubble she had climbed and squeezing up the stair case even as she was running past the great hovering jelly fish like creature and descending down the elevator.

Xera yanked her head away from the Seer Stone her forehead ached considerably like an ice cream headache of stabbing pain that only went away slowly as she helplessly waited. “So whatever that was it did not fall with the platform and ladder and its on the tower steps looking for me.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook the last of the painful stars out of her eyes. The jellyfish creature intrigued her. The Seer Stone had allowed her to see it clearly for it did not seem to be hindered in its sight by the Shroud only limited to a short distance directly around the tower that housed it. She had watched it breath in the Shroud and spew it back out again thicker heavier than it had been before. The white worm creature that was following her did the same thing. “They seem to both breath in the Shroud fog and exhale it… they are making the Shroud!” Xera beamed with excitement. She was utterly certain of her conclusion.

She again peered into the Seer Stone and paid the price of a brief headache afterwards. But she was even more convinced. There were other such creatures like the one above her tower floating up in the air like a great armada of half deflated balloons oozing out the Shroud from their tentacle tips. Xera staggered around rubbing her temples until she stumbled across a large globe. She studied it as she supported herself upon it until the lingering dazed effect of the Seer Stone passed. It took her a few puzzled minutes to realize that the dead and living cities were not located in Europe or Asia or Africa as she had always assumed no they were in North America?! “But of course!” Xera blurted out as she ran her finger over the globe with its markings and engraved labels. “The Shroud destroyed the cities of North America thousands of years before mankind rises again in the Far East! And if I don’t stop it the Shroud will go on to engulf the Earth and there won’t be any mankind! I am already too late to save the lands of the Americas but I may still be able to save the future seeds of civilizations of the distant future past I will come to know in my ancient history books!”

Xera pushed and slapped the globe it was a living globe she had seen them in the Blue City it would show her both the past and the present if she could but get it too work. She pushed it back and forth and moved the complex golden metal arcs that surrounded it with their notations and symbols. It took a while but she eventually got it to realign its self with the succeeding past events. She moved the arcs about the surface of the globe and slid sliders upon the arcs until it showed the hazy Shroud dwindling and dwindling like a milky syrup gurgling down a drain. She watched carefully until it faded away and was replaced with a large explosion. “Something crashed… here. And then a few years latter the Shroud begins to leak out of that area and rapidly engulf the lands and water all about it. I am guessing that whatever crashed housed these jellyfish things or else mutated them to help spread the Shroud since the site of the crash appears to be just off the coast here. Nothing to be done about preventing the past as the bracelet seems locked into a slow continue of seconds in the here and now, but at least I know where the Shroud originated from and can see how it is spreading even the mages of Blue City could not fathom that!”

“I am sure it is these air borne creatures and these worms underground that are spreading the mutating Shroud! But how now to stop them?! It is obviously too late to save North America, I know from my history books that this continent is just wandering hunter gathers a few thousand years from now. None of these ruins or societies will remain. But if I do not stop the Shroud then none of the Mediterranean societies will rise up in another few thousand years. The fertile crescent will be destroyed engulfed by the expanding Shroud! The planet and the galaxy will be destroyed!”

Just then the metal door to the room that connected it to the stone spiral outer stair case began to boom like a gong. “It’s that damn ghostly worm! It knows I am in here!” Xera removed her bow and notched an arrow while moving quickly to the elevator well. Glancing down it and then up again where the elevator had housed its self back into the high ceiling vaulted roof. She eyed the lever that would call the elevator platform back down to her and then snapped her head back to the door as it suddenly burst and tore with a rending shriek off its hinges and the large white worm smoking spewing angry fog and the faint scent of chloroform she knew so well from her mothers dresser squeezed/poured its self into the now seemingly tiny room.

Xera hissed but even as her mind raced she felt the unmistakable tingle of the bracelet and the rushing building orgasm that she welcomed this time as she not only did nothing to try and hold it back but dropped her bow and began to finger her clit rapidly to help it explode upon its way!

“Are you alright dear?” The voice along with some gathered whispering and a gentle knocking rapping sounded from the bathroom stall door that Xera was suddenly slapping her palm against as the huge mind melting orgasm shuddered through her body like a rampaging heard of army tanks.

“OH! GWAD! I’M-A-GOOD! FUCKYEAAAAAAAHHHH!” Xera clamped a hand over her moaning shouting slobbering mouth as she heard the voices on the other side of the thin door mutter and dissipate. Xera caught her breath and collapsed back on to the toilet seat. Sunny was going to kill her when she told her about her short recent adventure. ‘You mean you didn’t put any more money down on our Blue City house OR get those boots?! Next time make sure you get me and I will show you how its done!” She could already hear the pouting angry girl berating her but then they would hug and be happy Xera had come back safe and sound. And when Sunny had calmed down Xera would tell her yet again hoping it would stick this time that she had finally found a clue to the Shroud and maybe next time she would find a way to start fighting it?!

Well and get those kick ass sexy kinky boots! If only there was some way she could bring them back with her! What good was saving the world if you couldn’t do it in style!

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