The next weeks went by without much incident. We had a couple of bandit attacks, mainly aimed at taking a few caravans, and not the whole train. I disposed of them quickly and efficiently, but, after the first, I trained the people in the caravan to fight. Ben, my quiet right hand man, took to it quite quickly, but disliked using just his fists.

Other than that, day out, day in became quite the rut, actually. And didn't I enjoy it! The unspoken schedule was almost set the day after the "revolution". Mary woke me up with some morning sex, nearly draining me dry. I hardly knew how I could keep up for the rest of the day when she was like that. I then woke up, woke the rest of the camp up, and we got going.

Soon, the extravagant food ran out, soon, the wagons started breaking. But no matter. These people had been slaves before, now, they traveled free. I had explicitly stated that anyone who wanted to leave would be allowed to, and given a share of the money we had besides. Many took advantage of this at the first large city we hit on the way to Elvesvard, and I was fine with that. The ones that remained behind were my true troop, dedicated and hardened.

They adored me. It was almost awkward how much they worshipped me, and how I saved them, and how I taught them to survive. We had gone far north and east, when the snow began to fall, and stopped us from going any further. We stopped at a small farm town, and crowded their only inn. Luckily, most of our original, 100-person group was gone now, leaving only nine of us.

Ella, Mary, Sally and Jonathan had been with me from the very beginning. The four most dedicated of the followers from the breaking up of the Traveling Sin remained. Ben, my right hand man. He was a silent, sandy haired, blue eyed boy, on the verge of becoming a man. When he did make noise, it was usually to laugh, and his easygoing nature and good looks attracted many girls and women, and two of the other former caravan slaves were quite obviously in love with him.

Jenny had been a noble before, but no more now. She was a wild girl, with curly brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a way of walking that seemed like she was always on the hunt. She got away with wearing as least clothes as possible, and more than once I had to cloak her in auric cloth to stop people from being scandalized. Jenny was a wild girl, but even more so around Ben, where she acted like an animal in heat, pulling out all stops to get him.

Emily was originally from the great plains, way, way far south. Her skin never lost the tan it had, even in the cold sun of the north, and her hair shone bronze and gold in any light.

Her hazel eyes were searching, and from her lips dropped questions like apples from a tree. Despite her slim and graceful build, which was always attracting the eyes of men and boys, she was quite clumsy, and more than once I have had to drag her back with auric power. She grew even more clumsy around Ben, blushing and looking everywhere but his face. Recently, I had seen Ben make a few moves on her, and I almost laughed out loud as she tripped over everything, whether there or not.

Daisy was the last of the group, and the youngest. She had been a blonde slave brought for the ones who wanted the youngest girls available, and so I brought her along because she couldn't keep track of herself. She was five, and as knowledgeable about sex as the next girl, except she thought it was just playing, much like playing balls or jacks. She was the shining pillar of innocence in our group, breaking up almost-arguments with silly questions and playful actions. I finger fucked her every once in a while, to keep her satisfied, but never hurt her with my cock.

And so, it was us nine that settled in the village for the winter. We paid a veritable fortune to the strong looking innkeeper and his loudmouth wife, who was cook and midwife for the village. Nevertheless, by the color and tint of their auras, I could tell that they were really quite nice people, just grumbly and apprehensive about newcomers. Well, it was to be expected.

The majority of the village stayed in their houses in the winter, most well off enough to have food stored. The winter was more of a time to stay at home and do knitting, house work, fix things, play cards, and the like. Mary trained her auric powers, and Sally, her physical ones. They were getting better every day. The inn became a popular place, with girls trying to woo Ben, and boys trying to woo the girls. The innkeeper and his plump wife still grumbled, but more in good humor than anything else. The days passed.

I made love with Mary and Sally, sometimes both at the same time. Ella and Jonathan stuck together like glue, and even Ben dropped his silence to fuck like dogs with Jenny, or learn exactly how well Emily knew the human body.

It was approaching midwinter when a thing of no small importance happened. In fact, it was two days before midwinter, where the town we lived in would have a midwinter festival, a celebration in the inn and all the houses that everyone looked forward to, but no one talked about. Every time I asked about it, eyes glowed and mouths dropped open in desire, but no one would talk about exactly what happened. No matter, I would find out soon enough.

The "thing of no small importance" was the appearance of a herd of beorning, in the town. It was a normal day, and I was teaching Mary how to use her aura as Sally ran laps around the town. As Mary was making her aura blow things around, turning (in my eyes) the snow golden yellow, Sally came running at us at a pace far too fast for her to be going.

"Sally!" I berated. "Pace yourself! Be the hunting wolf, not the pouncing cat!"

She heard none of it. Breathing hard, she tried to convey what she wanted. "Big...beasts...wolf...yes, the wolf! Scary! Big!"

My eyes widened as I recognized exactly what she was talking about. I ran to the inn door, not far from where we had been training, and wrenched it open. "BEN!" I roared. "COME QUICKLY!"

I saw him run down the stairs, sword in hand. He had no armor, preferring the dancing, speedy way of fighting. Behind him came Jenny with her bow and a quiver, and Emily, fumbling a book as she came. Emily wanted to learn magic, and she tried, conjuring up sparks and whatnot. She was attuned to fire and earth the most, but her skills tended to be better for small things.

I ran, and Ben ran next to me, matching my strides. I didn't know where the beorning were, but a quick aura scan, and I detected their more basic, animal auras.

Beorning were creatures of the far north, living in snow. Their thick hides and fur were suited for snow, but also the coats of nobles, for which they were highly prized. Nevertheless, few dared hunt beorning. Not only were there habitats less than habitable for anything but them, they were also deadly. First, imagine the body of a bear, a great white bear. Set it in the position of the running wolf, with hind legs only a tiny bet shorter than the front. Give it the head of a massive wolf, with sharp eyes, pointed ears, and deadly teeth. Their thick hides Beorning were hunters that traveled in packs, bringing down the even larger white boars and mammoths. It scared me that they were this far south, and even more that they might hurt some of the people in the down.

I reached them just in time. A few prone bodies lay frighteningly still, but I ignored them. The beorning, I could only see one for now, although its back couldn't be far behind, roared, a terrifying sound. Several townsmen held pitchforks and the like, but they were dwarfed by the mass of the beorning. "Get back!" I ordered, my voice layered with my aura. They did obediently, never turning from the beorning.

I jumped forward and shot a bolt of harmless light in its face, to get its attention. To the side, I noticed a movement, and another beorning lunged. I slammed power into its chest, forcing it back. Too late! The one in front of me attacked, and I barely got a ward up in that direction. I gritted my teeth grimly, preparing to roll with the impact that was sure to come to my side.

But no. Ben, my reliable Ben, had stabbed the beorning to my side in the back, and was fighting with it cautiously. Jenny shot arrows at it, which bothered it but bounced of its hide, while Emily searched valiantly for some spell that could possibly help. I turned my attention back to the one in front of me. It backed up warily, ready to pounce again.

I didn't give it the chance. I slammed wall after wall of power into its chest, knowing a cutting move would be unlikely to get past its thick hide. After countless shots, after which I was exhausted, the beorning collapsed, likely from a rib puncturing its heart or lung.

I turned to the side and paled. Ben had been hit, and one arm hung uselessly at his side. A few of Jenny's arrows had punctured, but she had ran out, and was desperately searching for more among the snow. A few burns dotted the beorning's hide, courtesy of Emily, who was babbling spells hurriedly.

Ignoring the suspicious movement that I sensed to the side, I faced Ben's beorning. I was a lot more careful with my power this time, as I was running out. I sent a thin, concentrated lance of power toward the beorning's neck, which then penetrated out the front. I staggered a bit, exhausted at forcing my way through the thick hide. The beorning collapsed, nearly on top of Ben, blood spurting from its throat.

I turned to look behind me, and saw the (hopefully last) beorning charging me. I set all of my power into a weak shield, then focused the rest at the tip of my finger, hoping to be able to deflect its charge then shove my hand into its chest and heart. Fat chance, but I had to take it.

Unfortunately, I didn't have to. Somehow, I hadn't noticed Mary's golden aura. Somehow, I didn't see her running full tilt at the white beorning, until she hit him, her impact increased by her aura, which wrapped around her like a shawl. Nevertheless, it was weak and uncontrolled, and did nothing to block the beorning's return blow, a massive paw that hit Mary straight in the chest, and sent her flying, lifelessly, a few feet away. My silver ward shone once as the beorning hit her, but it was made for small things, darts and weak arrows and the such, not a punch from one of the most deadly beasts in the north.

Rage filled my eyes, but it was a shadowy gray rather than the red most people claim to see. My senses grew more focused, and my eyes met the primal ones of the beorning. I saw its muscles tensing, saw it prepare for a lunge. It jumped, covering the distance to me with a single bound. Unfortunately for the beast, I wasn't there anymore.

I jumped up and forward, and landed on top of the creature, on the fur of its white back. Wasting no time, I grabbed its head and twisted hard. I heard the bones crack as the head was twisted upside down, and the creature collapsed. I cared not.

I ran to Mary, my precious girl, and checked her. She was alive, breathing, yes, her breath fogged the air. I first thought it might not be that bad, that the combination of my silver gray aura and her golden yellow might have saved her, left her with naught but bruises. Unfortunately, this was not true. She had been hit straight on in the chest, and her ribs had been cracked, her lungs possibly collapsed. The trauma itself may have jerked a few organs out of place.

There was a type of auric healing I used only for my quarries, and even then, only when they were weakest. It required the merging of auras, so that we both were one. I took her damages onto myself, and repaired them there, while also carefully speeding up their healing rate. However, it was dangerous, and took some time. I needed to be careful not to take too much damages onto myself, lest I die or attempt to cancel the healing, which would cause a backlash of power, and would easily kill a weak quarry.

But Mary was more than just a girl I had to protect. She was precious to me, an angel that had finally unlocked the steel box that was my heart. I didn't hesitate one bit. Putting my hands on her chest, our clothes vanished, as did Sally's (I later found out it caused a lot of problems for Sally, since we hadn't brought spare clothing that fit her well). I drew in all my auric power, and the wards around everyone vanished. I closed my eyes, and it began.

I woke up a day later, on midwinter's eve. We lay in the bed in our room at the inn, and Sally sat asleep in a chair. I was lying next to Mary, who was still. I opened my auric vision, and, to my immense joy, her aura flared brightly, golden. I sat up and kissed her, and only then did I realize how miserable I felt.

For one thing, breathing was a pain. My chest was sore, although a check confirmed that this was just soreness, and nothing broken. I felt nauseous, and my insides felt weirdly wrong. My throat burned painfully, and I was starving.

Still, one look at Mary told me that all this was worth it. Her chest moved up and down slowly, and, with some apprehension, I realized she was naked. Quickly, I used the shreds of my aura that still remained usable to clothe us both. Then I went over to Sally, who wore an ill fitting slimming green dress. She looked rumpled, her hair a mess, her dress filled with creases.

I shook her awake gently. She rubbed her eyes, and stared at me as if I was a dream. Then she jumped on me, and kissed me, while rubbing her body close. I pushed her away and set her back on the chair, and looked at her sternly.

"What happened?" I rasped. Damn, I really needed some water. A pitcher stood nearby, and I drank directly from it, draining the whole thing in a matter of seconds, sating my thirst and part of my hunger, and drowning my nausea. I almost lost what Sally was saying.

"...and you were so cool! You broke its neck! And they called you a hero, and they said posthumoose or something, but Ben and Jenny and Emily carried you up here, and you were glowing silver, and Mary was glowing gold, and they said we should start digging your graves, but you're alive! And then, they said they'd dedicate midwinter's feast to you, but I'd thought you'd live, so I stayed, and I waited, and you're alive, and..." She couldn't say anymore, and burst forward and gave me a hug. I hugged her too, shooting a wary glance at Mary.

"What time is it, right now?" I asked.

"Ummm...you woke me up, and it's early, so it's the morning."

We went downstairs, and woke the innkeeper and his wife up. They were overjoyed to see me awake and alive, and fed me for free. They showed me the skull of the beorning I had wrestled, shined, stripped of flesh, and mounted on the wall. It was still intimidating, a huge, wolfen smile that seemed to share secret jokes with you.

They had "disposed" of the pelts, but offered me free food and drink and board for the rest of my stay here, until the end of the winter, at least. They even offered to set me up with one of the village girls, but I had to politely decline. Two girls in my life were enough for now.

Mary came downstairs, supported by Sally and Daisy, as I ate my meal like a pig, with my fingers. She was weak, but whole, and ate like me and almost as much as me, it seemed. The innkeepers wife kept our plates and mugs full, and genuinely seemed to enjoy doing it.

Ben came downstairs, with Jenny on one arm, and Emily following (a bit sad, it seemed) behind him. His left arm hung in a sling, but a quick check assured me it was broken, but splinted and repairing. Everyone was in high spirits, and we almost had party before midwinter's.

They were weak. It was time to ask.

"What do people do on midwinter's eve and day, that no one seems to want to tell me?"

The innkeeper glanced at his wife, who shrugged and rolled her eyes. The innkeeper looked at me uneasily, then began to speak, a tinge of embarrassment coloring his face.

"Listen...you don't need to participate in our celebrations...It's okay if you do not. But, all that we ask is that you do not disturb us. Some of us have been looking forward to this for a while, and we have all the things prepared..."

"I would agree to your terms," I replied, "except I have no idea what the celebration is. Please do tell."

So he explained it. I was a bit surprised, but I accepted it quite fast. When you have traveled the world as far and as long as I have, many rituals do not seem so odd anymore.

Midwinter's eve and night were the two darkest, most full of evil days of the year. To take advantage of this, and purge themselves of evil, no clothes would be worn, exposing the nude body to the elements. Also, any man, or woman, could take any other man, child, or woman that he or she wanted to take. There were no limits on what you could decide to do, except if you locked the doors (which was considered bad etiquette). The innkeeper, wringing his hands, suggested I lock the doors if I didn't want to participate, and he would wholeheartedly agree.

However, I saw his eyes dart to Daisy once or twice, and his wife noticed as well, although she just sighed resignedly.

I took a vote. Everyone wanted to participate in midwinter's night celebrations, and Emily's eyes latched on to Ben, who didn't notice, as he was feeding morsels to Jenny. I felt sorry for Emily.

The day went by quickly as we helped prepare for the celebrations. There was food to make, and the innkeeper's wife thought nothing of my high ranking when she made me do chores in the kitchen, waving her rolling pin threateningly. We also went out to shovel snow, to make the streets clear and safe for people who wanted to travel. We hung up strings of herbs, such as witchroot and wolfsbane, in a celebratory fashion.

And we all watched as the cold white sun fell in the darkening blue sky. When the sun went below the horizon, the night and day of debauchery would begin. Tables were set with whatever food one could afford, to satisfy any gluttons out there. Jenny snuggled up next to Ben, who seemed not to notice too much, and Emily sat a bit farther behind them. Ella and Jonathan shared a very wet kiss, and they began to have sex before the sun finished going down. Sally was on one side of me, Mary on the other. I had clothed them all in auric cloth, which I would make vanish as the sun went down.

It began. As soon as the last bit vanished over the horizon, Jenny attacked Ben, aiming the brunt of it at his cock. I swear that he staggered back while Jenny gave him a vicious blowjob, and they barely made it into the safety of the inn, he walking backwards, she on her hands and knees. Emily followed them apprehensively, her hand unconsciously covering her vagina and breasts. Jonathan and Ella held hands as they ran off somewhere, probably to have sex in private.

Mary and Sally came straight for me. Mary got me first, giving me a great handjob while switching to her mouth. She moved as well as any professional could, using her tongue in the right spots and her hands as well. Sally had to settle for second rate, licking and slapping at Mary's ass and vagina. Sally got the last laugh though.

A man came up and, without any pretense, began to fuck Mary in the pussy, forcing Sally out. Sally took advantage of Mary's distraction and came to me, jumping on me. She moaned as I bounced her up and down on my cock, and our lips and tongues met in a passionate kiss. We ignored the freezing cold as we fucked, and Sally's face even grew red as she came close to orgasm.

She came way before I even came close, her pussy spasming, her eyes rolling. I lowered her gently to the ground, where she was barely able to stand, like a newborn calf. I left her there, and turned to Mary, but she was still being fucked by the man, who had no intention of letting her go. I could have asked, but this was the time to try out new things, not enjoy old ones, no matter how enjoyable they may be. After I dragged Sally back to the inn, where I left her fucking one of the farm boys (the innkeeper was fucking Daisy as his wife flogged her, but Daisy seemed to be enjoying it all), I went off to find some new people.

The first house I tried had some good incest going on. The food was left steaming and ignored at the table as a man, his wife, and his daughter engaged in sex. The girl had her legs around her mother's, and their clits rubbed against each other. The father was facefucking the girl, and invited me in. I used the mother's nice, soft tits to get me to cumming, then had the girl give me a handjob. The cum splattered all over her face in a warm, white mass, and she began to lick it off, with some help from her mother. It wasn't that good, though, and my cock was hard soon after it met the cold air.

The next house I tried was locked, but there was sex going on, as signified by the moans coming from the main room. The house after that had some real action going on.

Four boys, the oldest around sixteen, fucked one twelve-year-old girl on the ground. The girl's eyes were red rimmed, and she attempted to scream around the cock that was in her mouth.

Her chestnut hair hung short cut around her face, and her lean body writhed as it attempted to escape the man sandwich. She looked to be the educated type, and a bit arrogant, with a turned up nose. However, her face showed pure fear as she saw me, or more likely, my cock.

Two boys were taking her pussy, and one her ass. One of the boys laid under her, the other on top, and the last stood. Another boy, the oldest, was forcing the poor girl to give him a blowjob.

They welcomed me as I set my cock in the girl's hand. She used her hand poorly, barely tugging at my cock. The four boys soon came, all shooting their loads impeccably into the girl's mouth. They made her hold it as they left, and bid me to have a good time.

"You can swallow it now." I told her.

She did, closing her eyes as if disgusting. When she opened them, they were full of fear. "What...what are you going to do to me?" I scratched my head. Awkward question. "Well, I think I'm going to fuck you."

I don't think I said it mean, or predatory, but she burst out crying. Blubbering, in fact. "Oh please don't, please don't! I didn't want to do it, not at all, and after mommy and daddy left I stayed home and locked the door, but they had a key or a lockpick or something, and they came in, and made me suck on them, and it was gross, and I won't be able to walk, and it hurts..." she trailed off in sobs. I felt much pity for her.

I took a cloth off a chair, and wiped her face. Holding her close, I spoke softly. "Relax...it's fine now, they're gone, and I'm here...relax..."

I had to do this for a few minutes before she would speak. "It hurts so much...why do people like it? I'm never going to do this, never! I don't want a husband or anything! They just hurt you, and I don't like them! I don't like men!"

That wasn't good. I decided to teach her to like men a bit. I petted her hair. "Shh...don't worry. I'll show you what we can do, and maybe you'll like it...we can stop if you don't..."

She looked up at me as if seeing me for the first time. "My...my name's Fay. Can we really stop? If you're hurting me, can I tell you to stop?"

"Sure." I replied. "But let's first get started." I smiled at her, and she smiled back.

I first started off by licking her pussy. It was clear that no one had ever done this before when she nearly jumped through the roof as I fondled her tiny clit for the first time. After that, she only had me lick her clit, and nearly melted in ecstasy as I played with it.

Next, she sucked my cock. She wasn't very good, so I gave her a few pointers as to where to lick, how to suck, and what to do with her hands. She learned quite fast, and smiled at me once. "I like the taste of yours." she said.

Finally, I laid her out on the ground, her legs to either side of me, her pussy bare. She looked at me warily, the doe caught between the hunter and the trap. "Are you sure you can stop?

Every year I've done this, no one has stopped. It hurts so much!" She looked to be on the verge of crying again.

I kissed her on one cheek. "Of course I will. You just say the word." With that, I began. I first smeared the cum left by the others as well as her own lubricant (what little she had) into and around her pussy, to make it easier. I fondled her nipples for a bit, and was glad when she moaned softly.

I moved my cock to her pussy, and saw her wide eyes as I guided the large, throbbing head into it. It entered the already mostly open pussy with a soft popping sound, and Fay uttered a noise from the back of her throat. "Does it hurt?" I asked.

"N-n-no. Well, a little. Keep on going."

So I did. I guided it deeper and deeper by small increments, and, even though she was so small, even though she complained it hurt, she was able to fit the whole thing, without too much protest from her vaginal walls.

When I moved, I did more of a grind, moving my cock in circular motions against her pussy. She moaned softly as I did this, and I could tell through her half-lidded eyes that she took great pleasure in this.

I noticed her tiny, but still prominent clit. This was too easy. Moving softly so not to alert her, I carefully pinched her clit. She shot bolt upright, and into my arms. I caught her small, immature body. She sobbed into my shoulder as she moved faster and I moved faster, and I felt her orgasm, a long one that lasted almost a minute. I set her on the ground. She opened her eyes, which still leaked tears, and her face was very happy. "It felt...so good. I loved it..." She closed her eyes again.

I still hadn't cum, but didn't want to just masturbate over this innocent, sleeping girl who just had the biggest orgasm of her life. So I went back to the inn, hoping to find some action there. No such luck. Mary was with a young boy, showing him the many pleasures she could do. Currently, the small cock was in her ass. Sally was taking on three full grown men at once, in using her mouth and her hands. Her pussy, which looked brutalized, leaked small droplets of semen. Ben shared the brown haired Jenny with one of the serving maids, a young women with developed tits, but I could see Jenny's wild side as she glared at the maid. He was fucking them in turn, thrusting into one, taking his cock out, thrusting into the other. Ella was teaching a young girl, perhaps no older than five, exactly where men's penises felt the best, and Jonathan was biting his lower lip in frustration as both girls brought him to cumming several times. Emily took a massive cock, and I winced as it appeared to nearly split her in half each time it went in.

So I went upstairs, meaning to retire for the night. I had enough sex anyways, and I would be traveling with several sex crazed girls for the next few days. I noticed, though, with heightened senses, a thumping coming from Ben's room. I went to the door and knocked.

Silence. "Go 'way," came Emily's tear filled voice. Sighing, I unlocked the door with auric power, and was stunned by the sight.

Emily sat on the bed, with Ben's sword in hand. She had the handle in her pussy, and was furiously masturbating it. Her tan skin and bronze gold hair shone in the candlelight, as did the glittering sword. Her eyes were furious, but also ashamed, when they met mine. "Get out!" she shrieked, half crying, and threw the sword at me.

I deflected it without thinking. "What's wrong, Emily?" I wondered why she couldn't get a boy. In my eyes, her quiet shyness, coupled with her beautiful skin and hair, made up for Jenny's vicious sexiness. But Emily was all alone up here, and I sensed no cum on her body, of any kind.

"No one wanted me..." she cried. "Everyone wanted to go to that brown haired animal, Jenny, or else the tiny tot, Daisy. Even Ella and Mary and Sally could get more than me! Why am I not pretty!"

That last one surprised me. "Surely you cannot believe you are not pretty. I saw men eying you. The main problem is you are so shy, and they dare not violate your shyness. Even though you are absolutely beautiful, people are scared of breaking your sacred peace."

She appeared to have heard none of it. "Fuck me, Steel, fuck me crazy. I do not want to go the whole of midwinter without being able to say I fucked at least one man."

I sighed, but gave in. I approached her, and her eyes filled with happiness as I knelt above her on the bed. I let my rough hands run up and down her sexy, tanned body, and tangled them in her beautiful, golden bronze hair. I carefully guided my cock to her pussy, and pushed just hard enough to open her lips. I looked down at her face, which looked as if it had just had a revelation.

"I...I think I like you more than I like Ben. He's kind, and he's pretty, and he's brave, but you...you're just so...mysterious. Sexual. Kinder. I don't know...but I think I love you more."

I raised an eyebrow. "Maybe it's just midwinter magic...or something else."

She pouted. "I'm sure I know who I love. But we shouldn't talk now..." Her voice grew smoother. "Fuck me. Right here."

So I did. Her pussy was deliciously tight, and she showed all of her hidden graces as she moved her body against mine. I fondled her tits, making her squeal, and kissed her heartily. She thrashed against me, clawing at my back, almost as animalistic as Jenny.

Still, she was very sweet. The sounds she made were of pure pleasure and ecstasy, and I must say I probably made the same. Her body was firm beneath my searching, roaming hands, and her eyes glittered with tears of pleasure. I felt the familiar urge building up, and noticed her grunts grow more pronounced.

We came at the same time, and it felt like she nearly blasted away from my cock as she did. Her soft, wet, tight pussy thrashed, as did her body. I spurted my white seed deep inside her, so deep that it did not immediately come out as I pulled out, and she had to stick several fingers inside to claw it out and drink it. She lapped happily at her fingers and my cock, which grew harder again. "Fuck me again," she ordered. However, sensing her aura, I found that she was probably lonely, a bit sad, a bit regretful.

So I didn't, not immediately. Instead, I took her shoulder, and gently moved her off the bed. She stood up, her pussy dripping, both hands on her hips. Even with her flat chest and bald pussy, she looked like an adult. "Now what'd you do that for?" Her voice and aura were filled with that feeling, when you're trying to hide something, trying to act ungrateful. I accepted it.

"It's time to go downstairs." I said gently. "We might still be able to hook you up with Ben, or, at the very least, show you how many men would go mad for you."

"But I love you, and you only!" she protested, her voice filled with almost mad desperation.

"But this is midwinter's..."

Eventually, we did go downstairs, and were met with a surprise. Emily was covering her pussy and her breasts as she followed me downstairs reluctantly, but both hands fell off as she saw the spectacle.

All the furniture was pushed to the corners of the room. In the center of the room, there were many young girls, not one over thirteen. I saw Mary, Sally, Ella, and even Fay, who gave me a broad smile and a wink. They weren't taking the cocks in their pussies or assholes (although, from the looks of it, they already had), but instead, chose to fist or suck on the many proffered cocks offered to them on the circumference of the rough circle.

Mary was sucking each cock like she couldn't choose which one, only giving each one or two sucks or fists before moving to the next one. Sally was a bit more "stable", if that is the right word. She was deepthroating one, but her hands bounced up and down on two others. Ella was covered in strange men's cum, her brown hair streaked with it, but was currently sucking her boyfriend's hard cock. Jenny acted like a cum toilet, her eyes glittering as men emptied their balls into her mouth and over her body.

Emily looked apprehensive. "I don't know...there's already so many people there."

I pushed her toward the backs of the men. "You'll enjoy it. People like you, you'll see."

She looked doubtful for a few seconds, but then was pulled into the massive orgy taking place. I saw that already men were offering her cocks, and she looked torn, deciding which to choose.

That part of the night was just one massive orgy, with cum flying everywhere. I remember being the one to fill Jenny to the top, and watch her close her mouth, streams of cum leaking out, and swallow. I remember Mary stopping her bouncing to suck me personally, her blonde hair moving back and forth seductively. I remember shooting cum at Ella, and hitting a bulls eye straight on her pussy. It was beautiful, and it was fun...