Quinn still wasn't sure if what he had heard uttured from the mouth of the Queen had been truth or some sort of twisted facade. There was no way that Lazarus was still alive, Quinn had driving his sword through the man's heart, he had seen the life leave his eyes. Yet there in that private chamber it seemed that the ghosts of his past where coming back to haunt him.
Quinn was obviously more then a little skeptical at first, but she showed him that ring there was no doubt that Lazarus was back as much as he wanted to deny the reality that was slowly slamming into him. The ring was at first appearance a simply band of gold, an intricate designed into it's surface. It was that design that drew all the color from his face when he laid eyes upon it. That design was more then a mere decoration, it was a symbol that reacted to only one thing, the magical and spiritual of the man that wore it. Quinn had buried the ring with Lazarus, the ring had been blank, it's master devoid of life. And there it had been, in the soft cupped of the Queen ringing with the living magic of it's once dead master. "I found it on her bed." she said as she looked up at Quinn with pleading eyes. "I will find her, I will stop him I promise you." Quinn said as he placed his hand gently on her shoulder.
That had been over an hour ago, Quinn had been wandering around the city, his mind in a hurried haze of the implication that the ring meant. It meant Lazarus Santos was back from the dead, but how? Not even Quinn who had walked upon this earth for near half a millennium could cheat death, it was a debt that all had to pay. How had Lazarus done it? What did he want with the young princess? This were only a few of the questions that swam through his head. It was Stacy's voice that finally broke his trance of thought.
"Quinn, I gave your space hoping that you would snap of it on your own but it seems that you are hell bent in burning a hole into that bar." She said as she pawed over to his field of vision. "Do you even realize where you are?" she asked, the concern obvious in her voice. Quinn blinked, and even went as far to blush slightly, since he had indeed walked into a bar and not even realized that he had done so. His eyes began to slowly wander to his surroundings, looking at the other patrons and the seat and which he had been seating. The place resembled an old world Irish pub, and judging from the view that came in from the window, the stream of beautifully dressed women that came and went from inside one of the largest brothels in the city he instantly figured out where he was. "Killigan's" he laughed, as he ran his fingers through Stacy's soft black fur. "Even when I'm deep in thought I end up walking into this place." He laughed as he reached into his jacket pocket to remove one of the small cigarrettes that he kept there. Lighting one, he took a long drag enjoying the sting that came from smoking and turned to look at Stacy. "Thanks for pulling me out of my funk my little kitty." he said with a laugh.
"Who else would feed me every morning if not master?" she giggled, and then stood staring at him quietly for a few minutes. Quinn could not help but cock an eyebrow at her silent stare, it was obvious that she was deep in thought. After a few moments she finally spoke. "So who is this Lazarus guy that you're freaking out about." Quinn smiled as he took another long drag of his cigarette. "I'm surprised that it took you this long to ask that." he said with a sigh.
"His name is Lazarus BlackWater, he was my predecessor as the High Wizard for the Royal Family. I was his apprentice at the time when he served as High Wizard. He became obsessed with finding the secret to real immortality." Quinn began to say. "Real Immortality? What's that supposed to mean?" Quinn smiled at Stacy's question, "You should realize that even for creatures like you and me, who are called immortals by mortals are far from everlasting. A succubus can be killed." Quinn said pausing in thought for a moment. "And death will come for me one day." Quinn added. A realization his the female cat's face like a ton of bricks. "You mean he wants to find the Creation Codex."
"And he was convinced that he had found them." Quinn said
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
An old friend returns
"I'm still failing to see how any of these is my problem." Quinn shrugged, by now both he and Carlson had made there way up into the office. Stacy, who remained in her cat form at all times while in public had been asked to remain outside, she had reluctantly accepted. She always liked being in the middle of the latest gossip, so she was less then pleased with the entire arrangement.
If it wasn't obvious that Carlson was in the army from just looking at him, being inside his office easily drove the point home. The walls were covered with all sorts of weapons, both magical and benign, not to mention every sort of award and medallion that Quinn could think of, Carlson had been a shinning star in the army, Quinn never quite understood Carlson's motives for leaving an institution in which he had exalt so easily.
Carlson was now seated behind his desk, a huge wooden monster that inspired as much fear as one of Carlson's stares. "Look Quinn, for once I agree with you, I think that this is a Royal police matter, I don't understand why Lady Sapphire asked for you personally. She's even refusing to speak to anybody but you." Carlson said with what could only be described as a pouty look on his face, but Quinn wasn't stupid enough to go and point out that feature. "She wants you to meet with her in her private chambers." Carlson said as he rose slowly from his desk. Quinn had to admit that he was intruiged by the whole thing and was curious to see what the Queen had to ask of him, judging the conversation between Carlson and himself to be over, he turned to walk out of of the office but was abruptly stop by Carlson's hand grasping tightly at his shoulder. "Look, if you fuck this up Quinn, I will make sure that you swing on a tall tree from a short rope." Carlson glared at Quinn, and even though Quinn was significantly older then the other man he could not help but feel a chill travel up his side. "Fine, Carlson whatever you say." Quinn said as he stepped out of Carlson's office and out into the main hall, making his way quickly to the Queen's private chambers.
Because of the massive size of the castle itself, and the fact that the Carlson's office was at one end of the castle while the living quarters of the royal family where in the other it took Quinn a few minutes to get where he was going. He was always been closely tailed my Stacy, this time she was determined not to be locked out of the room, she was rather annoyed at Quinn for refusing to tell her anything about what had transpired inside Carlson's office. When at last made it to the large, ornately decorated door that led into the Queen's chamber he stop dead in his tracks as if some invisible force was physically holding him back. "Are you planning to stand and gawk at that damn door al day?" Stacy asked in a rather annoyed voice. "No I was just remembering that the last time I went into this room, I was escorted out by 13 men, all hell bent of removing my head." Quinn said as he rubbed at his neck.
"Did they succeed?" Stacy asked with what seemed like a smile of her feline features. "Now that my dear Stacy is a story for another time." he said as he tapped the side of his nose. Breathing deeply, momentarily holding his breath like a man about to open the doors that lead down the aisle at a weeding ceremony Quinn closed his eyes and made his way through the door, and much to her delight Stacy was following closely behind him.
It had been nearly 150 years since Quinn has last entered that room, but not much had changed since he had last been there. The same massive four post bed, with it's intricate carving and paintings of royalty on the headboards was still there, potraits of the previous Lady Sapphires adorned the presting white walls. A writting stood against one wall, and a large stained glass window was against another, which would give the queen a perfect few of the courtyard below. There sitting in the center of the room, dressed in that flowing white gown was the current Queen of the country, Victoria Andolese Sapphire, or Lady Sapphire as most people called her.
Even at the rip age of 62, Lady Sapphire was still quite the breathtaking women, her raven black hair was always up, in a bun that supported the diamond encrusted emblem of her power. Her skin was an elegant alabaster white, and though her hands had begung to show there age, her face had not, though he bore the occasional laugh line, she had aged very well. And Quinn would have been the one to know, he first met Victoria, when she was 15 years old. Back during a time, when Quinn had served as Supreme High Wizard, but that seemed like a lifetime ago for him.
"Quinn, my dear old friend it seems that the years have been much kinder to you then have been to me. I am now a wrinkled old women while you still are the same dashing young man I feel in love with when I was a girl." Lady Sapphire voice was soft and slow, each word carefully chosen, each hand gesture carefully calculated. She was indeed a ruler of men, Quinn could not help but smile at her comment as he knelt at her feet and placed a kiss lightly on her right hand. "You'll have to forgive this old man my Queen, but I fail to see how you have aged, before me still sits the young princess whose beauty was legendary." Quinn said as he rose from the floor. "I was told that you requested to see me my Queen?"
"Yes, I have, but stop calling me Queen, this is not the royal court, address me as Victoria." she said with a slight pout on her face, though she matured into adulthood many moons ago, Queen Sapphire had always retained that child like quality. "Very well, Victoria, how can I be of assistance to you?" he asked, for a moment it seemed as though the whole world had grown dead silent, as if waiting for the Queen, as some terrible earth shattering secret was about to be uttured inside those walls. "As I'm sure that Carlson has told you, Princess Zaleria was found missing from her chambers early this morning." Quinn nodded his response, "What I didn't tell Carlson was that I already know who has taken her."
Quinn could not help cock an eyebrow. "You mean it's a kidnapping? But there's no way that someone could get in here to do that, the magical and military defenses on this place are unstoppable." Quinn added as he slowly began to pace, it was something that he always did. Stacy who had been silent until this moment, resting dear the door, spoke. "You'll have to forgive him my lady, he tends to pace as he plots."
"Yes, it is a custom that I am well accustomed to." Lady Sapphire answered calmly. Turning back to Quinn her voiced cracked slightly as she spoke. "There is one person that break can this defenses, you know that Quinn." As Quinn heard Lady Sapphire's words, he stopped dead in his tracks, and turned to face her. "No, that's not possible, I killed him, I say him die." Quinn said as the color began to leak from his face.
"Yes Quinn, it was him. Lazarus taken my grandaughter."
Quinn went dead silent......
If it wasn't obvious that Carlson was in the army from just looking at him, being inside his office easily drove the point home. The walls were covered with all sorts of weapons, both magical and benign, not to mention every sort of award and medallion that Quinn could think of, Carlson had been a shinning star in the army, Quinn never quite understood Carlson's motives for leaving an institution in which he had exalt so easily.
Carlson was now seated behind his desk, a huge wooden monster that inspired as much fear as one of Carlson's stares. "Look Quinn, for once I agree with you, I think that this is a Royal police matter, I don't understand why Lady Sapphire asked for you personally. She's even refusing to speak to anybody but you." Carlson said with what could only be described as a pouty look on his face, but Quinn wasn't stupid enough to go and point out that feature. "She wants you to meet with her in her private chambers." Carlson said as he rose slowly from his desk. Quinn had to admit that he was intruiged by the whole thing and was curious to see what the Queen had to ask of him, judging the conversation between Carlson and himself to be over, he turned to walk out of of the office but was abruptly stop by Carlson's hand grasping tightly at his shoulder. "Look, if you fuck this up Quinn, I will make sure that you swing on a tall tree from a short rope." Carlson glared at Quinn, and even though Quinn was significantly older then the other man he could not help but feel a chill travel up his side. "Fine, Carlson whatever you say." Quinn said as he stepped out of Carlson's office and out into the main hall, making his way quickly to the Queen's private chambers.
Because of the massive size of the castle itself, and the fact that the Carlson's office was at one end of the castle while the living quarters of the royal family where in the other it took Quinn a few minutes to get where he was going. He was always been closely tailed my Stacy, this time she was determined not to be locked out of the room, she was rather annoyed at Quinn for refusing to tell her anything about what had transpired inside Carlson's office. When at last made it to the large, ornately decorated door that led into the Queen's chamber he stop dead in his tracks as if some invisible force was physically holding him back. "Are you planning to stand and gawk at that damn door al day?" Stacy asked in a rather annoyed voice. "No I was just remembering that the last time I went into this room, I was escorted out by 13 men, all hell bent of removing my head." Quinn said as he rubbed at his neck.
"Did they succeed?" Stacy asked with what seemed like a smile of her feline features. "Now that my dear Stacy is a story for another time." he said as he tapped the side of his nose. Breathing deeply, momentarily holding his breath like a man about to open the doors that lead down the aisle at a weeding ceremony Quinn closed his eyes and made his way through the door, and much to her delight Stacy was following closely behind him.
It had been nearly 150 years since Quinn has last entered that room, but not much had changed since he had last been there. The same massive four post bed, with it's intricate carving and paintings of royalty on the headboards was still there, potraits of the previous Lady Sapphires adorned the presting white walls. A writting stood against one wall, and a large stained glass window was against another, which would give the queen a perfect few of the courtyard below. There sitting in the center of the room, dressed in that flowing white gown was the current Queen of the country, Victoria Andolese Sapphire, or Lady Sapphire as most people called her.
Even at the rip age of 62, Lady Sapphire was still quite the breathtaking women, her raven black hair was always up, in a bun that supported the diamond encrusted emblem of her power. Her skin was an elegant alabaster white, and though her hands had begung to show there age, her face had not, though he bore the occasional laugh line, she had aged very well. And Quinn would have been the one to know, he first met Victoria, when she was 15 years old. Back during a time, when Quinn had served as Supreme High Wizard, but that seemed like a lifetime ago for him.
"Quinn, my dear old friend it seems that the years have been much kinder to you then have been to me. I am now a wrinkled old women while you still are the same dashing young man I feel in love with when I was a girl." Lady Sapphire voice was soft and slow, each word carefully chosen, each hand gesture carefully calculated. She was indeed a ruler of men, Quinn could not help but smile at her comment as he knelt at her feet and placed a kiss lightly on her right hand. "You'll have to forgive this old man my Queen, but I fail to see how you have aged, before me still sits the young princess whose beauty was legendary." Quinn said as he rose from the floor. "I was told that you requested to see me my Queen?"
"Yes, I have, but stop calling me Queen, this is not the royal court, address me as Victoria." she said with a slight pout on her face, though she matured into adulthood many moons ago, Queen Sapphire had always retained that child like quality. "Very well, Victoria, how can I be of assistance to you?" he asked, for a moment it seemed as though the whole world had grown dead silent, as if waiting for the Queen, as some terrible earth shattering secret was about to be uttured inside those walls. "As I'm sure that Carlson has told you, Princess Zaleria was found missing from her chambers early this morning." Quinn nodded his response, "What I didn't tell Carlson was that I already know who has taken her."
Quinn could not help cock an eyebrow. "You mean it's a kidnapping? But there's no way that someone could get in here to do that, the magical and military defenses on this place are unstoppable." Quinn added as he slowly began to pace, it was something that he always did. Stacy who had been silent until this moment, resting dear the door, spoke. "You'll have to forgive him my lady, he tends to pace as he plots."
"Yes, it is a custom that I am well accustomed to." Lady Sapphire answered calmly. Turning back to Quinn her voiced cracked slightly as she spoke. "There is one person that break can this defenses, you know that Quinn." As Quinn heard Lady Sapphire's words, he stopped dead in his tracks, and turned to face her. "No, that's not possible, I killed him, I say him die." Quinn said as the color began to leak from his face.
"Yes Quinn, it was him. Lazarus taken my grandaughter."
Quinn went dead silent......
Saturday, June 20, 2009
A trip to the palace
If there was one thing that Quinn hated more then a cocktease was having to go to down to the Royal palace. It wasn't for any grand reason, he just always seemed to end up being arrested or thrown out everytime that he went down there. Quinn let out a long sigh, "I suppose that I just go and see what the summons was about." He said with his shoulders hunged. Stephanie as always giggled at his mock depression and smiled, stepping out from behind her desk and closing the gap between then her hand slowly began to carress his crotch. She leaned up so that her lips where inches away from his ear. "I promise that if you're a good boy at the palace, I'll be a bad girl later." she whispered licking at his ear lobe teasingly. Quinn was silent for a moment, but Stacy, in her black cat form wasn't about to stay silent. "If that isn't motivation I don't know what is." She giggled as she perched on the edge of Stephanie's desk. Quinn smiled as Stephanie pulled away, and he made a comment as he walked out the door. "I swear you two are going to be the death of me." he laughed as he disappeared out the front door, followed closely by the talking black cat.
The walk down to the palace was a relatively short one, since like his office it was located in the downtown section of New Sapphire City, he always chuckled when he thought about the name, he was always thought that the name was chessy, almost cartoony. As he made his way up to the front gate of the royal palace Quinn took a moment to merely admire what he saw before him, he always loved the grandoise style of the palace, taking up an entire city block the prestine white bulding held intricate golden accents stringed across it, built to resemble a palace of the French Monarchs it was expansive to say the least. Complete with flying butresses on it's side, and four massive towers at each corner. The bulding was rectangular but it had a large courtyard in the middle, with a large almost jungle like garden at it's center. The large wroth iron which surronded the builded had a number of magical charms and incantations placed upon it, which made it almost impossible for someone to break into the place.
Quinn shook his head, he had an appointment to keep, and Carlson, the head of the royal police was not a person that you made wait. Not unless you wanted to live in the a dungeon for a few weeks anyway. Making his way to the guardpost at the front gate he spoke to the guard stationed there, a young man with dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes. "He is expecting you." he told Quinn politely as he opened the gate to let Quinn enter. The royal police's headquarters where part of the palace themselves, housed in the nortwestern tower it took Quinn a few minutes to make the walk, it would have taken him a little less time, but he had to stop and wait for a long progession of students as they made there way on a tour of the grounds, more then likely a class from another city in the empire.
By the time that Quinn arrived Carlson was already waiting for him at the front door, and judging by the rapid tapping of his foot, Carlson was less then pleased by Quinn's tardiness. Richard Carlson White, or Carlson as Quinn referred to him was a strict man. He ran the royal much in the same manner he had run his platoon while he was a sergent in the Army, with an iron fist and no pity for those who broke his rules. Even at the age of 45, Carlson was a chiselled man, musculad and build like the side of a barn, tall and broad of shoulder his massive arms had been known to squeeze around the heads of his men when he wasn't pleased with there performence. He kept his dark brown hair buzzed close to his scalp and was never seen anywhere outside of his home without his work uniform, which consistent of a navy blue slacks and a long dress shirt, black tie and the Royal police badge pinned to his left breast, right over his heart.
"Quinn, I swear you'd be late to your own death." Carlson said with a shake of his head, his black eyes seemed to drill a hole into Quinn's chest as he stared him down. "Should I teel my secretary not to expect me for a few days?" Quinn laughed nervously. "No, I need you out of prison for know, we have a bit of a situtation here at the palace?" Carlson said with an experated voice. Quinn was quick to respond, as always, "Then why did you call me, I thought that's what the Royal police are for." "Look this isn't my choice, if it were up to me, you would have been locked away decades ago you immortal asswipe." Carlson responded. "But this request comes the Queen herself." he said. "So are you going to keep me in suspence here or what?" Quinn asked, Carlson had already closed the gap between them and leaned in close whispering so that no one but Quinn heared his next few words, "The princess has gone missing."
Friday, June 19, 2009
And so the Creation continues
Stacy, who was now busy trying to scoop some of the cum that was dripping down the sides of her legs with her fingers and lick her fingers clean giggled as she saw Quinn, who appeared almost dead on the floor. "You know Master, I so love when you shoot your load first thing in the morning, it's always so thick and creamy." She giggled as she continued to scoop cum from her legs, and back and into her mouth. Stacy was a unique creature, and not entirely human, she was what legend and lore had labeled a Succubus, a demon which fed on the sexual desires, in order the jizz, of men driving them to there deaths with each conquest. Well, luckily Quinn was no ordinary man.
"Yeah, well it's what I'm good at." Quinn answered as he rose slowly from the floor, the color and life slowly returning from his face, Quinn smiled at Stacy as she cutely sat at the couch where he had just bent her over to fuck her. "You never get tried of doing that do you?" he laughed still admiring the body, she of course knew that she was being watched and crossed her legs seductively, licking a stray wad of cum that had pooled in the corner of her lips. "I just love the way Master tastes." she purred. A sly smile spread across Quinn's lips, his cock was already rock hard again but another round would have to wait, he had an appointment to keep. "I promise next time you'll be the one to drop dead." he laughed as he made his way over to the shower to prepare for the day ahead.
An hour later, Quinn was fully dressed in a pair of black slacks, and a blood red dress shirt. At his side was holstered a 9mm, his weapon of choice. Quinn was a private investigator, one the cities most famous to be exact, it was a business that he had been running for the last 250 years. Quinn was more then a private investigator, he was an immortal, it was the reason that Stacy's powers couldn't kill him. It was the reason that she now called him master, Quinn had captured her many years ago during one of his assignments, and at first Stacy was less then pleased with the arrangement but soon learned that Quinn would always keep her well fed. "So are you ready to go?" Quinn asked as he stepped through the door of his apartment trailed by a small black cat. Quinn was off to the office.
His offices were located in the central part of the city, a mere block and a half from his apartment, it was the way Quinn preferred it, he enjoyed being able to walk to work. He always told his secretary that it was because he enjoyed the walk and getting his blood pumping but the real reason was he enjoyed googling the women as they made there way around town. That was the other reason the Sucubbus Stacy called Quinn Master, he was a world renowed lech, a fact that he was rather proud of. In a matter of minuted Quinn was at the door that led into the office that served as HQ for his business, and as always she was already at her desk annoyed at his late entry.
"You know you could make an effort to make it here on time, the rest of us do." she huffed the second that he walked into the door. Her name was Stephanie Rogers, a young lady around the age of 21 who had been his personal assistant for the last three years. As with all his previous assistant Stephanie was as easy on the eyes as she was good at her job. Only slightly shorter then Quinn, at 5"10' she was long and slender, with a frame that unlike Stacy's wasn't ample in the hip department. Her ass was small and tight, it was the kind that looked perfect in a pair of skin tight jeans, not unlike the black ones that she was currently wearing. Like Stacy, she was ample in the chest area, she was actually better endowed then the succubus that Quinn kept at home, a fact that she would flaunt from time to time, by wearing plunging neck lines and skin tight shirts, again not unlike the white one that she was wearing. Stephanie huffed again as he smiled at her, as always too busy looking at her tits to pay attention to what she had just finished saying. "If you spent less time fucking Stacy." she groaned as she walked back over to her desk.
"And spent more time fucking you." the cat added as an afterthought to the comment that Stepahine had just said, upon hearing what had been said by the cat, who was Stacy in disguise, Stephanie turned a bright shade of red. Stacy wasn't far from the truth, Stephanie did enjoy sucking Quinn's cock as much as Stacy did. Quinn could not help but laugh at the whole thing "I promise you can come home with me tonight." he said as he leaned over her desk so that his face and hers were only a few inches.
Stephanie's full red lips parted in a seductive smile, her hazel brown eyes had a mischiveous glow to them. She leaned in close, and slowly lapped at Quinn's lips with her tongue. "Remember, you promised." when she spoke her voice was heavy with lust. "But first, you have a job to do." she said pulling away and rising from her desk. "I got call from the head of security for the royal family, it seems he wants to see you as soon as possible, says it's an emergency." "You know, Steph, you really know how to kill a boner." Quinn replied with a mock look of sadness on his face.
"You know you love it," Stephanie replied with a giggle.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
The Creation of another world
Quinn arose that morning the same way that all males did in the morning, still not mentally aware of his surroundings and with a fresh boner in his boxer shorts. The fact that he had out late the night before wasn't helping the overall effect, his first instinct was to turn over in his bed and make sure that he had not ended up with some really fat and ugly girl as was often the case when he got that shitfaced. He sighed in relief as he found that he was not sharing the bed with some fat girl. "Now let's see what crazy shit this new day brings" he said to himself as he rose from the bed still wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and the boner, again like most men he was planning to a rather direct method of ensuring that boner would disappear. He smiled as he walked out of his room and made his way towards the bathroom, but something stopped him dead in his tracks.
Her name was Stacy, and to say the least Quinn was more then a little surprised, she usually didn't get out of bed until after he did. "How long have I been out?" he asked as he eyes took her gorgeous frame in. Stacy was a few years younger then Quinn, in her early twenties, much shorter then he was she stood about 4"11' while he was an inch or two over six feet, it was a strange sight to see indeed on the rare occasion that they went out together. Her raven black hair was a little over shoulder length long, she would sometimes streak her hair with blond to add a little color but this was not one of those times. Her body which was making Quinn rather stiff penis throb that much more with the pleasure of seeing her, she was build very well with large child bearing hips and a large ass to match. Her legs strong powerful could crush any man that she wrapped them around and her tits didn't fall behind in the size department somewhere between a C and D cup, it all really depended on how tight the shirt she was wearing.
Now it was what she was wearing that was really making him horny, a fact that she knew and had planned on. Stacy was wearing a short white plaid skirt, the skirt barely covered her ass as she stood there, it was obvious that once she moved around that was no longer going to be the case. As if on cue Stacy twirled as she noticed that Quinn was starting at her, he smiled as he caught a flash of her bright red boyshort panties. It was a beautiful sight that made his boner rage with lust. His eyes continued to hungrily travel up her body, She wore a tight fitting strapless shirt and as was always her habit she wasn't wearing a bra, a fact that was made much more obvious by the fact that he nipples her prodigiously erect. Quinn could not help but lick his lips as his ice blue eyes meet her emerald green ones. Stacy had a strange power over him, but judging by the huge smile on his face as he ran his fingers through short coal black hair, he didn't care about her powers. Quinn smiled once more as he closed the gap between Stacy and himself with almost inhuman speed. Stacy only had the time to giggle as Quinn bend over the couch in the living room.
In the split second that it took to move her and bend her over and lift the back of her skirt Quinn had removed his hard cock from the confines of his boxershorts. Stacy was the first to speak, her voice heavy with lust. "Oh Master, is that for me?" she smiled as she looked admiring the rod that was slowing being stroked against her left asscheek. "But of course my dear, but that's not the only thing that I have for you." Quinn responded his voice also heavy with lust. The stroking of her ass moved slowly the tip of his member was already moist with precum and as he explored every inch of her panty covered ass a small trail of precum was being left behind. In a matter of moments Quinn had made his way from her asscheeks to her crack, where he settled the shaft and head of his cock with a laugh. "Oh....it's my favorite morning snack....."Stacy gigle as she wiggled her ass for Quinn, his cock pulsing with sexual desire. "A Quinn Hotdog!" she laughed as she wiggled her ass more for him.
But Quinn was not about to let Stacy do all the work..as she continued to wiggle her ass, Quinn had started to thrust his cock while it was nestled between her cheeks. The more she wiggled the faster it drove him to thrust....in an every increasing cycle of overpowering sexual desire. "I want Master's hot cum!" Stacy moaned as Quinn's thrusting reached a climax, hie voice had been reduced to a series of grunts and moans, but the strangest thing was that Quinn looked as if he had not slept in days. Where once he had been a muscular, healthy man in his late twenties, somehow the man that was thrusting on Stacy's large ass had hair as white and snow and looked to be almost 20 years older. Again it was Stacy's powers at work.
Quinn grunted once again as he released his seed after almost twenty minuted of rubbing his cock on her ass, it was an almost inhuman load, covering her ass and a small portion of her back with hot sticky cum, as the hot cum dribbled down her legs and soaked into panties, Stacy's eyes seemed almost glazed over with the saticfaction that was coursing through her body like electricity.
Quinn on the other hand, had somehow passed out, and was now slumped on the floor........his eyes blank.....his heart at a dead stop.........
Her name was Stacy, and to say the least Quinn was more then a little surprised, she usually didn't get out of bed until after he did. "How long have I been out?" he asked as he eyes took her gorgeous frame in. Stacy was a few years younger then Quinn, in her early twenties, much shorter then he was she stood about 4"11' while he was an inch or two over six feet, it was a strange sight to see indeed on the rare occasion that they went out together. Her raven black hair was a little over shoulder length long, she would sometimes streak her hair with blond to add a little color but this was not one of those times. Her body which was making Quinn rather stiff penis throb that much more with the pleasure of seeing her, she was build very well with large child bearing hips and a large ass to match. Her legs strong powerful could crush any man that she wrapped them around and her tits didn't fall behind in the size department somewhere between a C and D cup, it all really depended on how tight the shirt she was wearing.
Now it was what she was wearing that was really making him horny, a fact that she knew and had planned on. Stacy was wearing a short white plaid skirt, the skirt barely covered her ass as she stood there, it was obvious that once she moved around that was no longer going to be the case. As if on cue Stacy twirled as she noticed that Quinn was starting at her, he smiled as he caught a flash of her bright red boyshort panties. It was a beautiful sight that made his boner rage with lust. His eyes continued to hungrily travel up her body, She wore a tight fitting strapless shirt and as was always her habit she wasn't wearing a bra, a fact that was made much more obvious by the fact that he nipples her prodigiously erect. Quinn could not help but lick his lips as his ice blue eyes meet her emerald green ones. Stacy had a strange power over him, but judging by the huge smile on his face as he ran his fingers through short coal black hair, he didn't care about her powers. Quinn smiled once more as he closed the gap between Stacy and himself with almost inhuman speed. Stacy only had the time to giggle as Quinn bend over the couch in the living room.
In the split second that it took to move her and bend her over and lift the back of her skirt Quinn had removed his hard cock from the confines of his boxershorts. Stacy was the first to speak, her voice heavy with lust. "Oh Master, is that for me?" she smiled as she looked admiring the rod that was slowing being stroked against her left asscheek. "But of course my dear, but that's not the only thing that I have for you." Quinn responded his voice also heavy with lust. The stroking of her ass moved slowly the tip of his member was already moist with precum and as he explored every inch of her panty covered ass a small trail of precum was being left behind. In a matter of moments Quinn had made his way from her asscheeks to her crack, where he settled the shaft and head of his cock with a laugh. "Oh....it's my favorite morning snack....."Stacy gigle as she wiggled her ass for Quinn, his cock pulsing with sexual desire. "A Quinn Hotdog!" she laughed as she wiggled her ass more for him.
But Quinn was not about to let Stacy do all the work..as she continued to wiggle her ass, Quinn had started to thrust his cock while it was nestled between her cheeks. The more she wiggled the faster it drove him to thrust....in an every increasing cycle of overpowering sexual desire. "I want Master's hot cum!" Stacy moaned as Quinn's thrusting reached a climax, hie voice had been reduced to a series of grunts and moans, but the strangest thing was that Quinn looked as if he had not slept in days. Where once he had been a muscular, healthy man in his late twenties, somehow the man that was thrusting on Stacy's large ass had hair as white and snow and looked to be almost 20 years older. Again it was Stacy's powers at work.
Quinn grunted once again as he released his seed after almost twenty minuted of rubbing his cock on her ass, it was an almost inhuman load, covering her ass and a small portion of her back with hot sticky cum, as the hot cum dribbled down her legs and soaked into panties, Stacy's eyes seemed almost glazed over with the saticfaction that was coursing through her body like electricity.
Quinn on the other hand, had somehow passed out, and was now slumped on the floor........his eyes blank.....his heart at a dead stop.........
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