The Story of a Dick-Girl Chapter 1

The Story of a Dick-Girl Chapter 1 The Story of a Dick-Girl Chapter 1

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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The Llianar people are in danger from their enemies. Their culture and their beliefs are in jeopardy. Amidst all this, a love affair is begun between three Llianari: Jayna, a simple llianar from a small village, Ysha, a member of the Resistance, and Ninka, a young llianar.

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The Llianar people are in danger from their enemies. Their culture and their beliefs are in jeopardy. Amidst all this, a love affair is begun between three Llianari: Jayna, a simple llianar from a small village, Ysha, a member of the Resistance, and Ninka, a young llianar.

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This is a tale about a young llianar named Jaynna. Her people were also known by a few derogatory terms in certain realms like that of the Vilya where she would have been called a ‘Dick-Girl’. Others would have called her a ‘Tranny’ – short for ‘Transsexual’, or even a ‘She-Male’. But according to her people, she was a beauty with shoulder length auburn hair, dark brown eyes and full lips. Her figure was slender and sensual, with proud breasts, small but full rounded hips, and a well-proportioned butt. Amongst her own kind, she would have been considered as on the fringe of being a she-man and a she-male. This was because her dick was larger than most other she-males but not as big as the average she-man. Her balls were relatively small – so she would not have really been considered as having ‘the full-package’ – but her honeypot was developed enough so that she could be ‘sired’ successfully. In other words, she could bear children. The likelihood of her ever siring offspring of her own was considerably less because, although her balls were able to produce semen, it was almost clear and thus lacked the fertile seed.

 

One night as she lay sleeping, Jaynna swore that she could feel her beloved Ysha in the bed next to her. The sensation of her warm and tender body close to her, and her soft hands touching her, made Jaynna groan with excitement and anticipation. Her desire soared even more when Ysha began to caress her erect penis with her gentle hands, and then envelope her eager member with her sensuous lips. She felt her dick jerk and quiver as Ysha’s lips and delicate tongue laved its sensitive tip. Her other hand cupped Jaynna’s balls and gently squeezed them. Jaynna’s hips began to buck slightly off the bed as the first offering of thick pre-cum appeared at the tip and began to ooze down the throbbing shaft.

 

Alas, she woke up to find that it was but a dream. But the desire was not. Jaynna knew that if she did not pay heed to her longing, her balls would ache for the rest of the day, not to mention the knot in the pit of one’s gut that follows an unattended hard-on. And so she knelt on the wooden floor of her cottage and began to pleasure herself. As she caressed the shaft of her large penis, Jaynna’s longing for Ysha’s touch did not diminish. Her balls were laden with sperm that made them feel like small lead weights between her thighs. The heaviness was relieved as her cock began to pulse and her hips thrust her erection forward as if she was fucking an invisible lover bending over before her.

 

After a while her legs became tired, so she moved to the table and went onto all-fours on top of it. She then used her one hand to steady herself while the other worked up and down her throbbing dick. Her eyes closed as she felt her cock convulse and pre-cum began to drip onto the table. Her balls drew upwards, and her member began to fill with semen. Her knees and thighs were quivering uncontrollably, so she sat on the bench and put the swollen tip into her own mouth. For a moment she ignored the slightly sweet taste of pre-cum, closed her eyes, and allowed her dream to return so that it was Ysha’s mouth and not hers. This lasted only a brief moment. As her cum reached the tip, her penis jerked free from her lips and shot its load straight at her face.

 

Although her physical need had been satisfied, Jaynna still longed for the day when Ysha would be in her arms again. She wept as she washed her face and then cleaned the table-top. Her broken heart longed for her lover’s touch. But – alas – it was doubtful that her lover was even still alive. For these were hard times for the Llianari and Elf-Kind alike …

 

… Ysha was wandering through the forest alone. Her mind began to recall the previous night. The vision thereof was so clear that she could almost still feel Jaynna’s body close to her. She could taste her kisses, and relish the feeling as they stroked each other until their desire reached its zenith. She could even feel the warm tickle over her right hand that Jaynna’s cum had caused as it flowed down from her elegant member.

 

All too soon, Ysha felt her own cock begin to swell. So she sat down on a boulder and began to jerk off. At first it felt like any other orgasm, but as her rapture approached, she felt a new even more intense sensation. As her cock began to throb uncontrollably, she felt her female parts react to the stimulation as well. Her hips bucked so violently that she nearly fell off the rock. Soon she realised that she was about to cum from male and female organs. Her seed exploded from her male member in jets of sperm-rich semen while her vulvae became saturated with the secretions that squirted from her pussy, and trickled down her butt cheeks.

 

As this happened, Ysha whispered: “Thank-you Goddess!” For she knew that she had received the ‘Goddess’s Blessing’, a gift peculiar to Ysha’s kind during which the llianar would experience both a male and a female orgasm simultaneously.

 

She did not have time to relish in the experience however. Just then she felt a calloused hand over her mouth. In it was a wad of white cloth. Her throat and lungs began to burn as though on fire. Before she could struggle free, she sank into oblivion.

 

When Ysha awoke, she found herself naked and alone in a dungeon cell. Her head spun as she tried to remember what had happened. She was thirsty and hungry. At the same time she felt sick to her stomach as well as suffering from a blinding headache. It was then that it dawned on her. “Dammit!” She murmured, “I was drugged!”

 

No sooner had she realised this, then she was able to identify her captors and ascertain the severity of her predicament. Descending the rough stairway was a figure dressed in black. She was flanked by two brawny guards. One carried a flask of water, while the other bore a platter with bread on it. As the person in black drew nearer, Ysha could see her clearly. It was Grendolin!

 

Grendolin! The leader of the dreaded cult known as the Vilya! They believed that the sperm of a Llianar possessed magical powers that, if ingested, could enhance their own. Thus they had captured many of Ysha’s people and violated them so that they could use their emissions to empower themselves. In some places they even had invented machines to ‘harvest’ semen, vaginal fluids, and even breast-milk from their ‘livestock’.

 

Grendolin and her sidekick Salendin had been appointed as regents because the queen had died giving birth to her only child. The duo was given rulership until the Princess was old enough to claim her rightful place. That day was drawing nigh, and the two were plotting to assassinate the young woman with the help of their cult followers.

 

“Ah! My prize has awoken.” Exclaimed Grendolin. “You must be hungry and thirsty. Eat drink my precious.” The last two words dripped with syrupy sarcasm and malice.

 

Even though she wished to refuse, her hunger and thirst got the better of her, and she accepted the offer. Ysha was so thirsty that she did not notice the slight bitterness in the water and drained the whole cup. As she was eating, she noticed a slight tingling as if a mild breeze was blowing onto her naked balls. Soon it felt as though someone was tickling her scrotum with a feather. Before long she felt as though they were being stroked by gentle fingers. Her cock began to stiffen until it stood fully erect, and her butt to tighten and her breathing became laboured as though she was about to cum.

 

Just then Grendolin ordered her guards to seize her and take her to the ‘rack’. They dragged her to a table in between two she-elves that had suffered the same fate, and bound her hands above her head. Her legs were forced apart and her feet shackled to the floor. Grendolin came up and took hold of Ysha’s throbbing penis and began to stroke it roughly. Despite her wanting to protest, Ysha found that her will was not strong enough to resist the need for release.

 

The witch put a ring around the swollen base which squeezed it slightly, keeping the organ rigid and receptive while restricting the flow of blood. Using rubber rods, one strapped around her waist so that it acted as a fake cock, she drove into her victim’s open vaginas thrusting them deep inside then withdrawing them so that it felt as if they were being fucked while the two guards masturbated over them. The fake penis was reserved for Ysha. The drug Ysha had been given made her squirt from her vagina as she succumbed to the massive orgasm that was the result of the onslaught. In anticipation of this, Grendolin had placed a silver bowl close to the table in which to catch some of the slightly milky liquid. Once the flow had stopped, she picked up the bowl and poured the contents into a gold goblet. She then drank from the cup until it was drained.

 

Ysha gritted her teeth in anger, but held her tongue. Silently she said: “This is sacrilege! Such offerings are for lovers and followers of the Goddess alone!”

 

After a while, Grendolin ordered her men to have their way with the she-elves while she focussed on Ysha. The ring had tightened around the base of Ysha’s dick as it caused it to swell even more, thus stopping her from cumming freely. Nonetheless Grendolin, now almost naked, spread her legs and straddled the llianar’s desperate penis. The urge to ejaculate made Ysha cry out in pain as the pressure built up like a flood behind a dam wall. Her balls began to swell inside her until she felt as though they would burst out of her. The witch then turned Ysha around so that her head was where her feet had been and pushed her open quim onto the llianar’s face. Ysha felt that if she did not pleasure her, she would suffocate.

 

The woman then began to stroke Ysha’s dick with her hand. Her soft touch was almost unbearable as the hypersensitive nerves of her swollen cock screamed out in response. Just when Ysha could no longer endure the torture from the ring, Grendolin removed it and Ysha’s seed shot out of her unbridled cock in a milky white jet. Even ejaculating was painful as her body strained to empty itself. Smiling, the witch took her dick in her mouth and, as strand after strand came spurting out, swallowed Ysha’s copious offering to the very last drop.

 

But the torture did not end there. Although Ysha had climaxed, the potion that she had been given took time to wear off. She was left tied to the table as her still erect member jerked and quivered for more, and her testes still felt as though they were overflowing. The first encounter with Grendolin had left her physically exhausted, but her need for sex was not yet satisfied.

 

As one of the guards approached her, Ysha became nervous of his intensions. To her surprise, he released her from her chains and took her back to her cell. “My Lady has told us to leave you to her, Dick-girl, and we daren’t disobey her orders.”

 

The back of the cell was solid stone, but the sides were steel bars. They were far enough apart to allow her to put her arm in the space between them, but too close together for her to squeeze through.

 

Ysha’s swollen member was aching, and still there was no relief. One of the she-elves in the adjacent cell staggered towards the bars adjoining it. From the look on her face Ysha could see that she too was suffering even though her violators had fucked her until she begged for them to stop. The she-elf bent over and put her butt against the metal divide. As Ysha gazed upon the cute labia that opened before her, she could see that they were still enflamed with untamed desire. They were also red from being so coarsely abused. In the dim light, she was sure she saw the ripe little grape of her clit still peering out from its prepuce. The view before her made her erection come alive. Ysha pushed herself between the bars until most of her cock was inside the waiting quim. Her gentle thrusts were a light relief from the roughness of the guards. The she-elf sighed her satisfaction and her knees began to fail beneath her.

 

Ysha delayed her thrusting so that they could both kneel instead of stand, the she-elf on all fours. This new position added its own special nuance to the encounter. Both voiced their appreciation in sighs and moans of delight. Ysha felt that her time of relief was close at hand. This was intensified by the sheer beauty of the she-elf that she was fucking. As she reached climax again, Ysha stopped moving and allowed her dick to pulse on its own. The sensation as her semen welled up inside her shaft made her hips lunge forwards, urging her dick further into the she-elf’s pussy. As Ysha’s hips drove her cock deeper into her, the she-elf began to reach orgasm. Ysha felt her vaginal muscles convulse around her penis, propelling her own gism further into the elf’s uterus. Both of them ignored the rough cold stone floor beneath their still trembling knees and remained in that position while their nerve endings returned to normal.

 

Just as she sank down on the straw mattress, Ysha saw the prisoner in the other cell. She was on her knees, but her hands did not support her upper body which was resting on the mattress. Her shapely butt was facing Ysha while the she-elf’s middle and index finger explored her swollen quim. While Ysha was watching, the maiden’s butthole began to expand and contract, and a steady flow of fluid drizzled out of her writhing honeypot and down between her fingers as she whimpered and moaned in the throes of orgasm.

 

Although the effects of the potion could still be felt, they were wearing off, and the three of them were able to get some rest after their ordeal. But it was merely a moment’s respite. A few hours later, the torture began again. At sword-point, Ysha was forced to kneel in front of one of the guards while he jerked off. As he felt himself cum, he thrust his penis into her mouth and made her swallow what he gave her. The bitter taste of semen hardly masked that of the same drug with which the water had been laced before. It had been smeared onto his penis. Not long after that, the potion began to take effect.

 

This time things were different. The guard was instructed to bind Ysha’s hands, and then return to the other two. The witch then dragged Ysha to her private chamber upstairs. As the llianar was leaning against the cold stone of the stairway, Grendolin began to massage her aching penis between her big and second toe. She smiled as she saw Ysha’s vulvae begin to tense and then relax again, and said: “Perhaps the Goddess will bless you again my dear. Then I can be blessed too.”

 

“I am no ‘Dear’ to you!” Ysha sneered. The witch merely smiled as if ignoring the statement.

 

She then went down on her knees and began to stimulate Ysha with her mouth, taking her whole member into her. Even though Ysha knew that her climax was pending, she tried desperately to resist it. Sensing her reluctance, Grendolin took Ysha’s dick in her hand and began to ride up and down the shaft with it. As much as Ysha fought back, she could still feel her semen as it raced up the shaft until it reached the head of her penis. She screamed in rage as her sperm spurted out of her in long almost clear strands – its milky richness having long been sapped – and was collected like an offering in a gold chalice. Tears poured down her face as she saw Grendolin drain the cup of its last warm sticky drop.

 

Her anger had flared up because the sensations that accompanied her cumming, feelings that – under the correct circumstances – would have brought so much satisfaction, had now been violated. Normally her cock twitching and jerking in the aftermath would have given her a sense of completeness, but now it felt as she had been drained, and all that was left was the terrible emptiness. On a spiritual level, she was troubled by the sense that she had been forced to waste the gift that the Goddess had given her. She was fertile, and her sperm was meant to sire children, or to offer as an act of reverence for the One who had blessed her, or to be savoured by her lover as an act of strengthening their bond, or to relieve tension by pleasuring oneself. So many good and wholesome reasons, all of which seemed to have been taken and twisted by this act of sacrilege.

 

“May the Goddess curse you witch! You do not deserve to drink of my love offering!” Ysha shouted.

 

Grendolin spun round and, before Ysha could avoid it, grabbed her around the base of her penis. As she felt the llianar’s tiny testicles on either side of the opening to her vagina, she began to squeeze until the pain was so great that Ysha almost passed out, her knees suddenly failing under her. She tried to stand up, but the witch kicked her there so that it felt as if the bruised gonads had retreated up to the base of her stomach, the shock sending her to the floor once more. Doubling over in agony as she tried again, Ysha threw up on the tiled floor. Her legs still felt like jelly beneath her.

 

“Little freak! You will give me what I demand of you, when I demand it! Or else I’ll have those cute little balls of yours cut out and fed to you!” Grendolin screamed. She then summoned for the guards to return her to the cell.

 

The same guard who had dealt with her the first time took her downstairs. There was a strange look in his eye as they reached the cells. Ysha was almost certain that it was one of disdain and displeasure over what had just happened. To Ysha’s surprise, he put her in a cell with one of the she-elves so that she could help her after her ordeal.

 

“I will come back later.” He said softly. As he turned to leave, Ysha could have sworn that there was a hint of kindness in his smile. She tried to say something, but the man put his finger to his lips while he surreptitiously pointed toward his comrade.

 

The she-elf came over to her and brushed the tears from Ysha’s stained face. “I think we have an ally in him.” She stated in a whisper. “Look, he even brought some water and a small bowl for you.”

 

Sure enough there was a small basin of water, not for drinking but for bathing. The she-elf took a small rag and soaked it in the cool liquid. She then applied it gently between Ysha’s thighs to ease the pain from where she had been assaulted. At first the cold smarted as it touched her bruised genitals, but soon it began to soothe the pain away. The elf’s gentle touch also caused Ysha to become hard. The she-elf began to gently massage the llianar’s swollen cock. The softness of her touch alleviated the pain, but only until her balls began to twitch. Ysha cried out for her to stop, but instead she inserted her finger into the llianar’s open quim. Soon her bruised testes subsided as the ecstasy of climax flooded over her. Instead of a fountain of white strands, all her aching gonads could manage was a trickle by comparison. Her balls ached as she came, but the joy of climax made it worthwhile.

 

The she-elf’s body began to writhe rhythmically as she felt Ysha’s first offering of cum dribble down over her hand. So as to help her on her way, Ysha stroked her tiny clit along its delicate shaft, using her thumb and index finger as if it were a miniature penis. Her legs opened even wider and she begged Ysha to finger her. Using her other hand, the llianar obliged while keeping up her attention on her ripe little grape. It did not take long for the young maiden to burst into a rapturous climax.

 

Soon after that, the guard returned and took Ysha back to her own cell. She was about to thank him when he turned and motioned her to be still, pointing again in the direction of his associate. Ysha nodded to say that she understood. The pain in her groin made sleeping difficult that night. She tried to jerk herself off, but her balls still ached too much …cThis is a tale about a young llianar named Jaynna. Her people were also known by a few derogatory terms in certain realms like that of the Vilya where she would have been called a ‘Dick-Girl’. Others would have called her a ‘Tranny’ – short for ‘Transsexual’, or even a ‘She-Male’. But according to her people, she was a beauty with shoulder length auburn hair, dark brown eyes and full lips. Her figure was slender and sensual, with proud breasts, small but full rounded hips, and a well-proportioned butt. Amongst her own kind, she would have been considered as on the fringe of being a she-man and a she-male. This was because her dick was larger than most other she-males but not as big as the average she-man. Her balls were relatively small – so she would not have really been considered as having ‘the full-package’ – but her honeypot was developed enough so that she could be ‘sired’ successfully. In other words, she could bear children. The likelihood of her ever siring offspring of her own was considerably less because, although her balls were able to produce semen, it was almost clear and thus lacked the fertile seed.

 

One night as she lay sleeping, Jaynna swore that she could feel her beloved Ysha in the bed next to her. The sensation of her warm and tender body close to her, and her soft hands touching her, made Jaynna groan with excitement and anticipation. Her desire soared even more when Ysha began to caress her erect penis with her gentle hands, and then envelope her eager member with her sensuous lips. She felt her dick jerk and quiver as Ysha’s lips and delicate tongue laved its sensitive tip. Her other hand cupped Jaynna’s balls and gently squeezed them. Jaynna’s hips began to buck slightly off the bed as the first offering of thick pre-cum appeared at the tip and began to ooze down the throbbing shaft.

 

Alas, she woke up to find that it was but a dream. But the desire was not. Jaynna knew that if she did not pay heed to her longing, her balls would ache for the rest of the day, not to mention the knot in the pit of one’s gut that follows an unattended hard-on. And so she knelt on the wooden floor of her cottage and began to pleasure herself. As she caressed the shaft of her large penis, Jaynna’s longing for Ysha’s touch did not diminish. Her balls were laden with sperm that made them feel like small lead weights between her thighs. The heaviness was relieved as her cock began to pulse and her hips thrust her erection forward as if she was fucking an invisible lover kneeling before her.

 

After a while her legs became tired, so she moved to the table and went onto all-fours on top of it. She then used her one hand to steady herself while the other worked up and down her throbbing dick. Her eyes closed as she felt her cock convulse and pre-cum began to drip onto the table. Her balls drew upwards, and her member began to fill with semen. Her knees and thighs were quivering uncontrollably, so she sat on the bench and put the swollen tip into her own mouth. For a moment she ignored the slightly sweet taste of pre-cum, closed her eyes, and allowed her dream to return so that it was Ysha’s mouth and not hers. This lasted only a brief moment. As her cum reached the tip, her penis jerked free from her lips and shot its load straight at her face.

 

Although her physical need had been satisfied, Jaynna still longed for the day when Ysha would be in her arms again. She wept as she washed her face and then cleaned the table-top. Her broken heart longed for her lover’s touch. But – alas – it was doubtful that her lover was even still alive. For these were hard times for the Llianari and Elf-Kind alike …

 

… Ysha was wandering through the forest alone. Her mind began to recall the previous night. The vision thereof was so clear that she could almost still feel Jaynna’s body close to her. She could taste her kisses, and relish the feeling as they stroked each other until their desire reached its zenith. She could even feel the warm tickle over her right hand that Jaynna’s cum had caused as it flowed down from her elegant member.

 

All too soon, Ysha felt her own cock begin to swell. So she sat down on a boulder and began to jerk off. At first it felt like any other orgasm, but as her rapture approached, she felt a new even more intense sensation. As her cock began to throb uncontrollably, she felt her female parts react to the stimulation as well. Her hips bucked so violently that she nearly fell off the rock. Soon she realised that she was about to cum from male and female organs. Her seed exploded from her male member in jets of sperm-rich semen while her vulvae became saturated with the secretions that squirted from her pussy, and trickled down her butt cheeks.

 

As this happened, Ysha whispered: “Thank-you Goddess!” For she knew that she had received the ‘Goddess’s Blessing’, a gift peculiar to Ysha’s kind during which the llianar would experience both a male and a female orgasm simultaneously.

 

She did not have time to relish in the experience however. Just then she felt a calloused hand over her mouth. In it was a wad of white cloth. Her throat and lungs began to burn as though on fire. Before she could struggle free, she sank into oblivion.

 

When Ysha awoke, she found herself naked and alone in a dungeon cell. Her head spun as she tried to remember what had happened. She was thirsty and hungry. At the same time she felt sick to her stomach as well as suffering from a blinding headache. It was then that it dawned on her. “Dammit!” She murmured, “I was drugged!”

 

No sooner had she realised this, then she was able to identify her captors and ascertain the severity of her predicament. Descending the rough stairway was a figure dressed in black. She was flanked by two brawny guards. One carried a flask of water, while the other bore a platter with bread on it. As the person in black drew nearer, Ysha could see her clearly. It was Grendolin!

 

Grendolin! The leader of the dreaded cult known as the Vilya! They believed that the sperm of a Llianar possessed magical powers that, if ingested, could enhance their own. Thus they had captured many of Ysha’s people and violated them so that they could use their emissions to empower themselves. In some places they even had invented machines to ‘harvest’ semen, vaginal fluids, and even breast-milk from their ‘livestock’.

 

Grendolin and her sidekick Salendin had been appointed as regents because the queen had died giving birth to her only child. The duo was given rulership until the Princess was old enough to claim her rightful place. That day was drawing nigh, and the two were plotting to assassinate the young woman with the help of their cult followers.

 

“Ah! My prize has awoken.” Exclaimed Grendolin. “You must be hungry and thirsty. Eat drink my precious.” The last two words dripped with syrupy sarcasm and malice.

 

Even though she wished to refuse, her hunger and thirst got the better of her, and she accepted the offer. Ysha was so thirsty that she did not notice the slight bitterness in the water and drained the whole cup. As she was eating, she noticed a slight tingling as if a mild breeze was blowing onto her naked balls. Soon it felt as though someone was tickling her scrotum with a feather. Before long she felt as though they were being stroked by gentle fingers. Her cock began to stiffen until it stood fully erect, and her butt to tighten and her breathing became laboured as though she was about to cum.

 

Just then Grendolin ordered her guards to seize her and take her to the ‘rack’. They dragged her to a table in between two she-elves that had suffered the same fate, and bound her hands above her head. Her legs were forced apart and her feet shackled to the floor. Grendolin came up and took hold of Ysha’s throbbing penis and began to stroke it roughly. Despite her wanting to protest, Ysha found that her will was not strong enough to resist the need for release.

 

The witch put a ring around the swollen base which squeezed it slightly, keeping the organ rigid and receptive while restricting the flow of blood. Using rubber rods, one strapped around her waist so that it acted as a fake cock, she drove into her victim’s open vaginas thrusting them deep inside then withdrawing them so that it felt as if they were being fucked while the two guards masturbated over them. The fake penis was reserved for Ysha. The drug Ysha had been given made her squirt from her vagina as she succumbed to the massive orgasm that was the result of the onslaught. In anticipation of this, Grendolin had placed a silver bowl close to the table in which to catch some of the slightly milky liquid. Once the flow had stopped, she picked up the bowl and poured the contents into a gold goblet. She then drank from the cup until it was drained.

 

Ysha gritted her teeth in anger, but held her tongue. Silently she said: “This is sacrilege! Such offerings are for lovers and followers of the Goddess alone!”

 

After a while, Grendolin ordered her men to have their way with the she-elves while she focussed on Ysha. The ring had tightened around the base of Ysha’s dick as it caused it to swell even more, thus stopping her from cumming freely. Nonetheless Grendolin, now almost naked, spread her legs and straddled the llianar’s desperate penis. The urge to ejaculate made Ysha cry out in pain as the pressure built up like a flood behind a dam wall. Her balls began to swell inside her until she felt as though they would burst out of her. The witch then turned Ysha around so that her head was where her feet had been and pushed her open quim onto the llianar’s face. Ysha felt that if she did not pleasure her, she would suffocate.

 

The woman then began to stroke Ysha’s dick with her hand. Her soft touch was almost unbearable as the hypersensitive nerves of her swollen cock screamed out in response. Just when Ysha could no longer endure the torture from the ring, Grendolin removed it and Ysha’s seed shot out of her unbridled cock in a milky white jet. Even ejaculating was painful as her body strained to empty itself. Smiling, the witch took her dick in her mouth and, as strand after strand came spurting out, swallowed Ysha’s copious offering to the very last drop.

 

But the torture did not end there. Although Ysha had climaxed, the potion that she had been given took time to wear off. She was left tied to the table as her still erect member jerked and quivered for more, and her testes still felt as though they were overflowing. The first encounter with Grendolin had left her physically exhausted, but her need for sex was not yet satisfied.

 

As one of the guards approached her, Ysha became nervous of his intensions. To her surprise, he released her from her chains and took her back to her cell. “My Lady has told us to leave you to her, Dick-girl, and we daren’t disobey her orders.”

 

The back of the cell was solid stone, but the sides were steel bars. They were far enough apart to allow her to put her arm in the space between them, but too close together for her to squeeze through.

 

Ysha’s swollen member was aching, and still there was no relief. One of the she-elves in the adjacent cell staggered towards the bars adjoining it. From the look on her face Ysha could see that she too was suffering even though her violators had fucked her until she begged for them to stop. The she-elf bent over and put her butt against the metal divide. As Ysha gazed upon the cute labia that opened before her, she could see that they were still enflamed with untamed desire. They were also red from being so coarsely abused. In the dim light, she was sure she saw the ripe little grape of her clit still peering out from its prepuce. The view before her made her erection come alive. Ysha pushed herself between the bars until most of her cock was inside the waiting quim. Her gentle thrusts were a light relief from the roughness of the guards. The she-elf sighed her satisfaction and her knees began to fail beneath her.

 

Ysha delayed her thrusting so that they could both kneel instead of stand, the she-elf on all fours. This new position added its own special nuance to the encounter. Both voiced their appreciation in sighs and moans of delight. Ysha felt that her time of relief was close at hand. This was intensified by the sheer beauty of the she-elf that she was fucking. As she reached climax again, Ysha stopped moving and allowed her dick to pulse on its own. The sensation as her semen welled up inside her shaft made her hips lunge forwards, urging her dick further into the she-elf’s pussy. As Ysha’s hips drove her cock deeper into her, the she-elf began to reach orgasm. Ysha felt her vaginal muscles convulse around her penis, propelling her own gism further into the elf’s uterus. Both of them ignored the rough cold stone floor beneath their still trembling knees and remained in that position while their nerve endings returned to normal.

 

Just as she sank down on the straw mattress, Ysha saw the prisoner in the other cell. She was on her knees, but her hands did not support her upper body which was resting on the mattress. Her shapely butt was facing Ysha while the she-elf’s middle and index finger explored her swollen quim. While Ysha was watching, the maiden’s butthole began to expand and contract, and a steady flow of fluid drizzled out of her writhing honeypot and down between her fingers as she whimpered and moaned in the throes of orgasm.

 

Although the effects of the potion could still be felt, they were wearing off, and the three of them were able to get some rest after their ordeal. But it was merely a moment’s respite. A few hours later, the torture began again. At sword-point, Ysha was forced to kneel in front of one of the guards while he jerked off. As he felt himself cum, he thrust his penis into her mouth and made her swallow what he gave her. The bitter taste of semen hardly masked that of the same drug with which the water had been laced before. It had been smeared onto his penis. Not long after that, the potion began to take effect.

 

This time things were different. The guard was instructed to bind Ysha’s hands, and then return to the other two. The witch then dragged Ysha to her private chamber upstairs. As the llianar was leaning against the cold stone of the stairway, Grendolin began to massage her aching penis between her big and second toe. She smiled as she saw Ysha’s vulvae begin to tense and then relax again, and said: “Perhaps the Goddess will bless you again my dear. Then I can be blessed too.”

 

“I am no ‘Dear’ to you!” Ysha sneered. The witch merely smiled as if ignoring the statement.

 

She then went down on her knees and began to stimulate Ysha with her mouth, taking her whole member into her. Even though Ysha knew that her climax was pending, she tried desperately to resist it. Sensing her reluctance, Grendolin took Ysha’s dick in her hand and began to ride up and down the shaft with it. As much as Ysha fought back, she could still feel her semen as it raced up the shaft until it reached the head of her penis. She screamed in rage as her sperm spurted out of her in long almost clear strands – its milky richness having long been sapped – and was collected like an offering in a gold chalice. Tears poured down her face as she saw Grendolin drain the cup of its last warm sticky drop.

 

Her anger had flared up because the sensations that accompanied her cumming, feelings that – under the correct circumstances – would have brought so much satisfaction, had now been violated. Normally her cock twitching and jerking in the aftermath would have given her a sense of completeness, but now it felt as she had been drained, and all that was left was the terrible emptiness. On a spiritual level, she was troubled by the sense that she had been forced to waste the gift that the Goddess had given her. She was fertile, and her sperm was meant to sire children, or to offer as an act of reverence for the One who had blessed her, or to be savoured by her lover as an act of strengthening their bond, or to relieve tension by pleasuring oneself. So many good and wholesome reasons, all of which seemed to have been taken and twisted by this act of sacrilege.

 

“May the Goddess curse you witch! You do not deserve to drink of my love offering!” Ysha shouted.

 

Grendolin spun round and, before Ysha could avoid it, grabbed her around the base of her penis. As she felt the llianar’s tiny testicles on either side of the opening to her vagina, she began to squeeze until the pain was so great that Ysha almost passed out, her knees suddenly failing under her. She tried to stand up, but the witch kicked her there so that it felt as if the bruised gonads had retreated up to the base of her stomach, the shock sending her to the floor once more. Doubling over in agony as she tried again, Ysha threw up on the tiled floor. Her legs still felt like jelly beneath her.

 

“Little freak! You will give me what I demand of you, when I demand it! Or else I’ll have those cute little balls of yours cut out and fed to you!” Grendolin screamed. She then summoned for the guards to return her to the cell.

 

The same guard who had dealt with her the first time took her downstairs. There was a strange look in his eye as they reached the cells. Ysha was almost certain that it was one of disdain and displeasure over what had just happened. To Ysha’s surprise, he put her in a cell with one of the she-elves so that she could help her after her ordeal.

 

“I will come back later.” He said softly. As he turned to leave, Ysha could have sworn that there was a hint of kindness in his smile. She tried to say something, but the man put his finger to his lips while he surreptitiously pointed toward his comrade.

 

The she-elf came over to her and brushed the tears from Ysha’s stained face. “I think we have an ally in him.” She stated in a whisper. “Look, he even brought some water and a small bowl for you.”

 

Sure enough there was a small basin of water, not for drinking but for bathing. The she-elf took a small rag and soaked it in the cool liquid. She then applied it gently between Ysha’s thighs to ease the pain from where she had been assaulted. At first the cold smarted as it touched her bruised genitals, but soon it began to soothe the pain away. The elf’s gentle touch also caused Ysha to become hard. The she-elf began to gently massage the llianar’s swollen cock. The softness of her touch alleviated the pain, but only until her balls began to twitch. Ysha cried out for her to stop, but instead she inserted her finger into the llianar’s open quim. Soon her bruised testes subsided as the ecstasy of climax flooded over her. Instead of a fountain of white strands, all her aching gonads could manage was a trickle by comparison. Her balls ached as she came, but the joy of climax made it worthwhile.

 

The she-elf’s body began to writhe rhythmically as she felt Ysha’s first offering of cum dribble down over her hand. So as to help her on her way, Ysha stroked her tiny clit along its delicate shaft, using her thumb and index finger as if it were a miniature penis. Her legs opened even wider and she begged Ysha to finger her. Using her other hand, the llianar obliged while keeping up her attention on her ripe little grape. It did not take long for the young maiden to burst into a rapturous climax.

 

Soon after that, the guard returned and took Ysha back to her own cell. She was about to thank him when he turned and motioned her to be still, pointing again in the direction of his associate. Ysha nodded to say that she understood. The pain in her groin made sleeping difficult that night. She tried to jerk herself off, but her balls still ached too much …cThis is a tale about a young llianar named Jaynna. Her people were also known by a few derogatory terms in certain realms like that of the Vilya where she would have been called a ‘Dick-Girl’. Others would have called her a ‘Tranny’ – short for ‘Transsexual’, or even a ‘She-Male’. But according to her people, she was a beauty with shoulder length auburn hair, dark brown eyes and full lips. Her figure was slender and sensual, with proud breasts, small but full rounded hips, and a well-proportioned butt. Amongst her own kind, she would have been considered as on the fringe of being a she-man and a she-male. This was because her dick was larger than most other she-males but not as big as the average she-man. Her balls were relatively small – so she would not have really been considered as having ‘the full-package’ – but her honeypot was developed enough so that she could be ‘sired’ successfully. In other words, she could bear children. The likelihood of her ever siring offspring of her own was considerably less because, although her balls were able to produce semen, it was almost clear and thus lacked the fertile seed.

 

One night as she lay sleeping, Jaynna swore that she could feel her beloved Ysha in the bed next to her. The sensation of her warm and tender body close to her, and her soft hands touching her, made Jaynna groan with excitement and anticipation. Her desire soared even more when Ysha began to caress her erect penis with her gentle hands, and then envelope her eager member with her sensuous lips. She felt her dick jerk and quiver as Ysha’s lips and delicate tongue laved its sensitive tip. Her other hand cupped Jaynna’s balls and gently squeezed them. Jaynna’s hips began to buck slightly off the bed as the first offering of thick pre-cum appeared at the tip and began to ooze down the throbbing shaft.

 

Alas, she woke up to find that it was but a dream. But the desire was not. Jaynna knew that if she did not pay heed to her longing, her balls would ache for the rest of the day, not to mention the knot in the pit of one’s gut that follows an unattended hard-on. And so she knelt on the wooden floor of her cottage and began to pleasure herself. As she caressed the shaft of her large penis, Jaynna’s longing for Ysha’s touch did not diminish. Her balls were laden with sperm that made them feel like small lead weights between her thighs. The heaviness was relieved as her cock began to pulse and her hips thrust her erection forward as if she was fucking an invisible lover kneeling before her.

 

After a while her legs became tired, so she moved to the table and went onto all-fours on top of it. She then used her one hand to steady herself while the other worked up and down her throbbing dick. Her eyes closed as she felt her cock convulse and pre-cum began to drip onto the table. Her balls drew upwards, and her member began to fill with semen. Her knees and thighs were quivering uncontrollably, so she sat on the bench and put the swollen tip into her own mouth. For a moment she ignored the slightly sweet taste of pre-cum, closed her eyes, and allowed her dream to return so that it was Ysha’s mouth and not hers. This lasted only a brief moment. As her cum reached the tip, her penis jerked free from her lips and shot its load straight at her face.

 

Although her physical need had been satisfied, Jaynna still longed for the day when Ysha would be in her arms again. She wept as she washed her face and then cleaned the table-top. Her broken heart longed for her lover’s touch. But – alas – it was doubtful that her lover was even still alive. For these were hard times for the Llianari and Elf-Kind alike …

 

… Ysha was wandering through the forest alone. Her mind began to recall the previous night. The vision thereof was so clear that she could almost still feel Jaynna’s body close to her. She could taste her kisses, and relish the feeling as they stroked each other until their desire reached its zenith. She could even feel the warm tickle over her right hand that Jaynna’s cum had caused as it flowed down from her elegant member.

 

All too soon, Ysha felt her own cock begin to swell. So she sat down on a boulder and began to jerk off. At first it felt like any other orgasm, but as her rapture approached, she felt a new even more intense sensation. As her cock began to throb uncontrollably, she felt her female parts react to the stimulation as well. Her hips bucked so violently that she nearly fell off the rock. Soon she realised that she was about to cum from male and female organs. Her seed exploded from her male member in jets of sperm-rich semen while her vulvae became saturated with the secretions that squirted from her pussy, and trickled down her butt cheeks.

 

As this happened, Ysha whispered: “Thank-you Goddess!” For she knew that she had received the ‘Goddess’s Blessing’, a gift peculiar to Ysha’s kind during which the llianar would experience both a male and a female orgasm simultaneously.

 

She did not have time to relish in the experience however. Just then she felt a calloused hand over her mouth. In it was a wad of white cloth. Her throat and lungs began to burn as though on fire. Before she could struggle free, she sank into oblivion.

 

When Ysha awoke, she found herself naked and alone in a dungeon cell. Her head spun as she tried to remember what had happened. She was thirsty and hungry. At the same time she felt sick to her stomach as well as suffering from a blinding headache. It was then that it dawned on her. “Dammit!” She murmured, “I was drugged!”

 

No sooner had she realised this, then she was able to identify her captors and ascertain the severity of her predicament. Descending the rough stairway was a figure dressed in black. She was flanked by two brawny guards. One carried a flask of water, while the other bore a platter with bread on it. As the person in black drew nearer, Ysha could see her clearly. It was Grendolin!

 

Grendolin! The leader of the dreaded cult known as the Vilya! They believed that the sperm of a Llianar possessed magical powers that, if ingested, could enhance their own. Thus they had captured many of Ysha’s people and violated them so that they could use their emissions to empower themselves. In some places they even had invented machines to ‘harvest’ semen, vaginal fluids, and even breast-milk from their ‘livestock’.

 

Grendolin and her sidekick Salendin had been appointed as regents because the queen had died giving birth to her only child. The duo was given rulership until the Princess was old enough to claim her rightful place. That day was drawing nigh, and the two were plotting to assassinate the young woman with the help of their cult followers.

 

“Ah! My prize has awoken.” Exclaimed Grendolin. “You must be hungry and thirsty. Eat drink my precious.” The last two words dripped with syrupy sarcasm and malice.

 

Even though she wished to refuse, her hunger and thirst got the better of her, and she accepted the offer. Ysha was so thirsty that she did not notice the slight bitterness in the water and drained the whole cup. As she was eating, she noticed a slight tingling as if a mild breeze was blowing onto her naked balls. Soon it felt as though someone was tickling her scrotum with a feather. Before long she felt as though they were being stroked by gentle fingers. Her cock began to stiffen until it stood fully erect, and her butt to tighten and her breathing became laboured as though she was about to cum.

Just then Grendolin ordered her guards to seize her and take her to the ‘rack’. They dragged her to a table in between two she-elves that had suffered the same fate, and bound her hands above her head. Her legs were forced apart and her feet shackled to the floor. Grendolin came up and took hold of Ysha’s throbbing penis and began to stroke it roughly. Despite her wanting to protest, Ysha found that her will was not strong enough to resist the need for release.

 

The witch put a ring around the swollen base which squeezed it slightly, keeping the organ rigid and receptive while restricting the flow of blood. Using rubber rods, one strapped around her waist so that it acted as a fake cock, she drove into her victim’s open vaginas thrusting them deep inside then withdrawing them so that it felt as if they were being fucked while the two guards masturbated over them. The fake penis was reserved for Ysha. The drug Ysha had been given made her squirt from her vagina as she succumbed to the massive orgasm that was the result of the onslaught. In anticipation of this, Grendolin had placed a silver bowl close to the table in which to catch some of the slightly milky liquid. Once the flow had stopped, she picked up the bowl and poured the contents into a gold goblet. She then drank from the cup until it was drained.

 

Ysha gritted her teeth in anger, but held her tongue. Silently she said: “This is sacrilege! Such offerings are for lovers and followers of the Goddess alone!”

 

After a while, Grendolin ordered her men to have their way with the she-elves while she focussed on Ysha. The ring had tightened around the base of Ysha’s dick as it caused it to swell even more, thus stopping her from cumming freely. Nonetheless Grendolin, now almost naked, spread her legs and straddled the llianar’s desperate penis. The urge to ejaculate made Ysha cry out in pain as the pressure built up like a flood behind a dam wall. Her balls began to swell inside her until she felt as though they would burst out of her. The witch then turned Ysha around so that her head was where her feet had been and pushed her open quim onto the llianar’s face. Ysha felt that if she did not pleasure her, she would suffocate.

 

The woman then began to stroke Ysha’s dick with her hand. Her soft touch was almost unbearable as the hypersensitive nerves of her swollen cock screamed out in response. Just when Ysha could no longer endure the torture from the ring, Grendolin removed it and Ysha’s seed shot out of her unbridled cock in a milky white jet. Even ejaculating was painful as her body strained to empty itself. Smiling, the witch took her dick in her mouth and, as strand after strand came spurting out, swallowed Ysha’s copious offering to the very last drop.

 

But the torture did not end there. Although Ysha had climaxed, the potion that she had been given took time to wear off. She was left tied to the table as her still erect member jerked and quivered for more, and her testes still felt as though they were overflowing. The first encounter with Grendolin had left her physically exhausted, but her need for sex was not yet satisfied.

 

As one of the guards approached her, Ysha became nervous of his intensions. To her surprise, he released her from her chains and took her back to her cell. “My Lady has told us to leave you to her, Dick-girl, and we daren’t disobey her orders.”

 

The back of the cell was solid stone, but the sides were steel bars. They were far enough apart to allow her to put her arm in the space between them, but too close together for her to squeeze through.

 

Ysha’s swollen member was aching, and still there was no relief. One of the she-elves in the adjacent cell staggered towards the bars adjoining it. From the look on her face Ysha could see that she too was suffering even though her violators had fucked her until she begged for them to stop. The she-elf bent over and put her butt against the metal divide. As Ysha gazed upon the cute labia that opened before her, she could see that they were still enflamed with untamed desire. They were also red from being so coarsely abused. In the dim light, she was sure she saw the ripe little grape of her clit still peering out from its prepuce. The view before her made her erection come alive. Ysha pushed herself between the bars until most of her cock was inside the waiting quim. Her gentle thrusts were a light relief from the roughness of the guards. The she-elf sighed her satisfaction and her knees began to fail beneath her.

 

Ysha delayed her thrusting so that they could both kneel instead of stand, the she-elf on all fours. This new position added its own special nuance to the encounter. Both voiced their appreciation in sighs and moans of delight. Ysha felt that her time of relief was close at hand. This was intensified by the sheer beauty of the she-elf that she was fucking. As she reached climax again, Ysha stopped moving and allowed her dick to pulse on its own. The sensation as her semen welled up inside her shaft made her hips lunge forwards, urging her dick further into the she-elf’s pussy. As Ysha’s hips drove her cock deeper into her, the she-elf began to reach orgasm. Ysha felt her vaginal muscles convulse around her penis, propelling her own gism further into the elf’s uterus. Both of them ignored the rough cold stone floor beneath their still trembling knees and remained in that position while their nerve endings returned to normal.

 

Just as she sank down on the straw mattress, Ysha saw the prisoner in the other cell. She was on her knees, but her hands did not support her upper body which was resting on the mattress. Her shapely butt was facing Ysha while the she-elf’s middle and index finger explored her swollen quim. While Ysha was watching, the maiden’s butthole began to expand and contract, and a steady flow of fluid drizzled out of her writhing honeypot and down between her fingers as she whimpered and moaned in the throes of orgasm.

 

Although the effects of the potion could still be felt, they were wearing off, and the three of them were able to get some rest after their ordeal. But it was merely a moment’s respite. A few hours later, the torture began again. At sword-point, Ysha was forced to kneel in front of one of the guards while he jerked off. As he felt himself cum, he thrust his penis into her mouth and made her swallow what he gave her. The bitter taste of semen hardly masked that of the same drug with which the water had been laced before. It had been smeared onto his penis. Not long after that, the potion began to take effect.

 

This time things were different. The guard was instructed to bind Ysha’s hands, and then return to the other two. The witch then dragged Ysha to her private chamber upstairs. As the llianar was leaning against the cold stone of the stairway, Grendolin began to massage her aching penis between her big and second toe. She smiled as she saw Ysha’s vulvae begin to tense and then relax again, and said: “Perhaps the Goddess will bless you again my dear. Then I can be blessed too.”

 

“I am no ‘Dear’ to you!” Ysha sneered. The witch merely smiled as if ignoring the statement.

 

She then went down on her knees and began to stimulate Ysha with her mouth, taking her whole member into her. Even though Ysha knew that her climax was pending, she tried desperately to resist it. Sensing her reluctance, Grendolin took Ysha’s dick in her hand and began to ride up and down the shaft with it. As much as Ysha fought back, she could still feel her semen as it raced up the shaft until it reached the head of her penis. She screamed in rage as her sperm spurted out of her in long almost clear strands – its milky richness having long been sapped – and was collected like an offering in a gold chalice. Tears poured down her face as she saw Grendolin drain the cup of its last warm sticky drop.

 

Her anger had flared up because the sensations that accompanied her cumming, feelings that – under the correct circumstances – would have brought so much satisfaction, had now been violated. Normally her cock twitching and jerking in the aftermath would have given her a sense of completeness, but now it felt as she had been drained, and all that was left was the terrible emptiness. On a spiritual level, she was troubled by the sense that she had been forced to waste the gift that the Goddess had given her. She was fertile, and her sperm was meant to sire children, or to offer as an act of reverence for the One who had blessed her, or to be savoured by her lover as an act of strengthening their bond, or to relieve tension by pleasuring oneself. So many good and wholesome reasons, all of which seemed to have been taken and twisted by this act of sacrilege.

 

“May the Goddess curse you witch! You do not deserve to drink of my love offering!” Ysha shouted.

 

Grendolin spun round and, before Ysha could avoid it, grabbed her around the base of her penis. As she felt the llianar’s tiny testicles on either side of the opening to her vagina, she began to squeeze until the pain was so great that Ysha almost passed out, her knees suddenly failing under her. She tried to stand up, but the witch kicked her there so that it felt as if the bruised gonads had retreated up to the base of her stomach, the shock sending her to the floor once more. Doubling over in agony as she tried again, Ysha threw up on the tiled floor. Her legs still felt like jelly beneath her.

 

“Little freak! You will give me what I demand of you, when I demand it! Or else I’ll have those cute little balls of yours cut out and fed to you!” Grendolin screamed. She then summoned for the guards to return her to the cell.

 

The same guard who had dealt with her the first time took her downstairs. There was a strange look in his eye as they reached the cells. Ysha was almost certain that it was one of disdain and displeasure over what had just happened. To Ysha’s surprise, he put her in a cell with one of the she-elves so that she could help her after her ordeal.

 

“I will come back later.” He said softly. As he turned to leave, Ysha could have sworn that there was a hint of kindness in his smile. She tried to say something, but the man put his finger to his lips while he surreptitiously pointed toward his comrade.

 

The she-elf came over to her and brushed the tears from Ysha’s stained face. “I think we have an ally in him.” She stated in a whisper. “Look, he even brought some water and a small bowl for you.”

 

Sure enough there was a small basin of water, not for drinking but for bathing. The she-elf took a small rag and soaked it in the cool liquid. She then applied it gently between Ysha’s thighs to ease the pain from where she had been assaulted. At first the cold smarted as it touched her bruised genitals, but soon it began to soothe the pain away. The elf’s gentle touch also caused Ysha to become hard. The she-elf began to gently massage the llianar’s swollen cock. The softness of her touch alleviated the pain, but only until her balls began to twitch. Ysha cried out for her to stop, but instead she inserted her finger into the llianar’s open quim. Soon her bruised testes subsided as the ecstasy of climax flooded over her. Instead of a fountain of white strands, all her aching gonads could manage was a trickle by comparison. Her balls ached as she came, but the joy of climax made it worthwhile.

 

The she-elf’s body began to writhe rhythmically as she felt Ysha’s first offering of cum dribble down over her hand. So as to help her on her way, Ysha stroked her tiny clit along its delicate shaft, using her thumb and index finger as if it were a miniature penis. Her legs opened even wider and she begged Ysha to finger her. Using her other hand, the llianar obliged while keeping up her attention on her ripe little grape. It did not take long for the young maiden to burst into a rapturous climax.

 

Soon after that, the guard returned and took Ysha back to her own cell. She was about to thank him when he turned and motioned her to be still, pointing again in the direction of his associate. Ysha nodded to say that she understood. The pain in her groin made sleeping difficult that night. She tried to jerk herself off, but her balls still ached too much …cThis is a tale about a young llianar named Jaynna. Her people were also known by a few derogatory terms in certain realms like that of the Vilya where she would have been called a ‘Dick-Girl’. Others would have called her a ‘Tranny’ – short for ‘Transsexual’, or even a ‘She-Male’. But according to her people, she was a beauty with shoulder length auburn hair, dark brown eyes and full lips. Her figure was slender and sensual, with proud breasts, small but full rounded hips, and a well-proportioned butt. Amongst her own kind, she would have been considered as on the fringe of being a she-man and a she-male. This was because her dick was larger than most other she-males but not as big as the average she-man. Her balls were relatively small – so she would not have really been considered as having ‘the full-package’ – but her honeypot was developed enough so that she could be ‘sired’ successfully. In other words, she could bear children. The likelihood of her ever siring offspring of her own was considerably less because, although her balls were able to produce semen, it was almost clear and thus lacked the fertile seed.

 

One night as she lay sleeping, Jaynna swore that she could feel her beloved Ysha in the bed next to her. The sensation of her warm and tender body close to her, and her


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