438: Doubled Up

on April 8, 2010 in Book 15

In Which Mackenzie Has A Lot To Take In

“First things first,” Amaranth said as Steff settled herself down behind me, crouching between my legs. I felt her wriggling a bit.

“Hey, none of that,” Steff said. I tried to look over my shoulder to see what Amaranth was trying to do, but I couldn’t get my head around far enough and didn’t want to move any more.

“Steff…” Amaranth said, a whole lecture in her tone.

“I’m not going to damage her, Amy,” Steff said.

“I know you both like it rough, Steff, but I think that might be rougher than she likes,” Amaranth said. “You’re bigger than she’s used to.”

“You say that like she does this all the time,” Steff said. “As far as I know, I’m the only one who’s ever had her this way…”

“Yes, and you were a bit smaller then.”

“I was never tiny,” Steff said. “Look, she can ask for it if she really wants it, but honestly, don’t you think she’ll like it best just letting me take what I want from her?”

I still wasn’t sure exactly what they were talking about, beyond the fact that Amaranth was counseling caution and Steff was having none of it… which I probably could have guessed even if I couldn’t hear them talking. But I had to admit that Steff was probably right. Just the fact that they were talking about me like that, talking about what I would and wouldn’t like while not seeking my input while Steff put her hands on my hips and got ready to fuck me… that was turning me on in a weird way.

I felt like I’d used to whenever I realized people were looking at me, which was odd since the two of them were paying as little attention to me as it was possible to do with someone you were having sex with. I couldn’t figure out what the two situations had in common until a flash of insight hit me: I’d never imagined that people staring at me might be seeing me as a person, but as a spectacle or an oddity. It was a form of objectification.

Outside the bedroom and involving people with whom I wasn’t crazy stupid in love with, it had made me sick to my stomach. Under these altered circumstances, it was just making me hot.

“I honestly can’t argue with that,” Amaranth conceded, and I felt a shiver of excitement at the realization that Steff was going to have her way… and have it with me. That excitement gained a touch of dread when I heard the real concern in Amaranth’s voice as she added, “You might want to brace yourself, baby.”

The head of Steff’s dick touched my ass, a little bit to the side. She moved it over, rubbing down from the base of my spine. A hand left my hip and then I felt her lining it up with the entrance… an entrance that felt very, very small, completely dwarfed by her knob. The tip was wet and somewhat slick… but only somewhat, with only Steff’s natural liquid dripping from it.

I realized what Amaranth had been trying to do a moment too late to voice my support for her point of view.

Steff forced her way in, with one long, weirdly fluid motion that seemed to go on forever. I kept expecting her to stop or pull back and thrust again, but she drove herself into me in a single seemingly endless stroke.

She was half elf, which I supposed meant she had some sort of magic and grace in her hips. Elves had a way of moving that defied expectations and explanation. Could that power be applied to sex? It didn’t seem impossible.

None of that was to say it didn’t hurt. It hurted like fuck. To be specific, it hurted like a fuck in the ass with no lube and little preparation. I could feel every inch of her shaft not so much sliding past my inside walls as dragging them along for the ride. I felt like something was going to break, to rip… like I was going to be ripped in two. It felt like something had to give, but of course nothing could. Steff’s dick had been noticeably bigger on sight. The way it felt inside of me… she might have switched bodies with a dwarf, or possibly have borrowed Viktor’s. I’d enjoyed the feeling of fullness that came from having someone inside me, stretching me out. This was far beyond that.

Black spots exploded all over my field of vision and the strength fell right out of me, leaving my arms and legs wobbling like jelly. In that moment all my resistance faded and Steff rammed herself home. The sudden sharp thrill of pleasure I felt was one of the most intense physical sensations I’d ever experienced, though it was still far behind what came right before it..

“Oh, fuck,” Steff breathed, buried to the hilt inside of me. “Oh, sweet merciful fuck…”

“Are you okay?” Amaranth asked. Her voice dripped a long my spine like honey, cool and sticky and sweet.

“Yes,” Steff croaked. “It’s just… that was amazing. Amy, I’m sorry you’re not going to know what it’s like to fuck her. You’ve never known what tight is unless you’ve fucked a repressed little half-demon slut.”

I reddened at the word. The bulk of Steff’s member lodged inside me was making me intensely aware of my body, and I felt the convulsive twitch inside my girlier regions as I responded to the dirty sexiness and sexy dirtiness of ot all. I flexed without thinking, and Steff moaned.

“Oh, she likes that,” Steff said.

“I bet I know what else she’ll like,” Amaranth said.

“What?” Steff asked.

“Hold that pose,” Amaranth said. “And don’t be too sure you know what I will or won’t be doing, Steff.”

I heard her moving around behind us, then felt Steff shifting forward, pressing up against me even harder. Her dick twitched inside of me and she yelped in surprise. I felt her legs widening and she moved upward. The feeling was weird, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it because what came next was… unexpected.

Amaranth’s hands were on my hips, over Steff’s. The sudden warmth of her soft touch was surprising enough, but then her grip hardened and pulled the two of us… both Steff and me… in while she thrusted forward, and I do mean thrusted. I had a moment of wondering what other potions were going around before I realized that the appendage that had suddenly slid between my legs was very clearly not made of living flesh. She was too low to penetrate anything, but then she moved upwards, tickling my inner thighs and brushing back and forth before withdrawing and then coming in again, this time moving with purpose and precision.

I was being parted and filled in my other opening, my pussy… my cunt was being stretched out even wider than my ass. Amaranth slid the hard mass in bit by bit, steadily but with much more care than Steff had exhibited. I held my breath without realizing it until I got dizzy. The feeling of being penetrated so deeply in two places… it was absolutely fucking indescribable.

Or it was absolutely indescribable fucking.

I was being fucked by both my girlfriends. There was no part of that sentence that would have made sense to me a couple of months before, and even by this point it was still kind of mind-bending to think about.

“Lean forward,” Amaranth whispered, and I started to lower myself. “Not you,” she said. “You straighten up. Lean forward, Steff. Remember she can take it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steff said somewhat sardonically, and then I felt the weight of both of them on my back, Steff’s breasts pressing down against my back. Steff became to move, pulling back and sliding in… the backward movement considerably smoother and easier than even subsequent plunges. I felt a tiny stroke of pleasure as she moved out and a sharp shock of bright pain when she shoved in.

Amaranth moved with her, imitating her rhythm, but her larger artificial phallus was better lubricated and in a stretchier hole, so the same pace that felt brutal and pounding from Steff felt slow and relaxed from her. As different as the sensations were, the pleasure they gave me didn’t exist separately or even just add together… it multiplied. At some points it felt like they were hitting the same spots from different sides. Beneath their weight… which, as Amaranth had said, I could bear easily… impaled on their sticks, my pleasure centers under assault from them both, I felt trapped… so wonderfully, so deliciously trapped.

With them working together, it wasn’t long before I came… hard and fast, like a dark cloud bursting out into a thunderstorm in the heat of the summer. There was little of the familiar build-up before that, but neither of them stopped or slowed down and I felt the pressure rising up within me. They rode my writhing body together, and I rode the waves of pleasure until they became waves of orgasm. The pain didn’t subside but it was transformed bit by bit into something amazing. I lost all sense of time, of place… I couldn’t tell up from down but I knew that Steff and Amaranth were Above and I was Below, and that seemed like all that I knew.

Steff’s living, twitch, thrusting, spurting cock and Amaranth’s firm yet flexible fake one both seemed to be equally indefatigable. I could have held the two of them up forever, but I couldn’t hope to hold up forever under the relentless pounding pleasure. I wasn’t even sure when it ended, exactly… I was being fucked and fucked over and over again, and then… then I was down on the floor, the bottom of what felt like a warm pile of heaving breasts. My legs were soaked, my lower regions all felt like they’d hosted a gladiator tournament, and my brain was still full of blissful white fog.

“Maybe… maybe I was wrong,” Steff said, though she sounded happy to be so. “I think maybe we did break her.”

“Not my baby,” Amaranth said. She slid off to the side, gently nudging Steff off of me and pulling me up onto my side, so she could hug me from behind. “Not my Mack.”

Steff was grinning like a shark as she rolled up against me, putting her face in close to mine. I wasn’t sure what the signal to stop had been… she was still hard as a rock, her dick pressing against my stomach.

“Did you like that, baby?” Amaranth asked.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I said. Did she really need to ask?

“I kind of wondered,” Steff said. “You were begging us to stop for about the second half.”

“I was?” I said. I knew I’d been a little out of it, but I’d had no idea…

“It was hot,” Steff said.

“I’m… I’m glad you didn’t,” I said, dropping my eyes and closing them most of the way. My cheeks burned so hot I was afraid they’d burst into flame.

“Well, we did… eventually,” Steff said. She gave a little thrust against me and winced. “I got a little cramp, or else I would have kept going.”

“Mmm, I’ll take care of you in a minute,” Amaranth said. “I just need to catch my breath.”

“No hurry,” Steff said. “I walked around with a Hard-On of Doom for most of the day.”

“Scoot up a bit, baby,” Amaranth said, her hands cupping my ass and pushing me “up”, relative to Steff. She slid in the opposite direction, brushing her lips down my spine and down across my ass. She lifted my leg and stuck her head between them as she took Steff’s dick into her mouth. Her hair brushed against my super-sensitive skin as bobbed back and forth.

“You’re going to be at that a long time if you really mean to ‘take care’ of me,” Steff said. “If Dee’s little wet nurse is like this with her, I don’t know how the hell she can stand going celibate all of a sudden.”

It sounded like Amaranth tried to reply to that, but it was impossible to understand what she was saying with her mouth full.

At least, impossible for my ears.

“Oh, step off, Amy,” Steff said. “I think I’m better friends with Dee than you are, to be honest… and I’m not judging her relationship. Not the way you mean it. I think it’s creepy and weird, but I don’t assign a value to that. I just think she should own up to her creepy weirdness, like I do.”

“You aren’t really all that…” I started to say, but I couldn’t find a way to finish the sentence that wasn’t a lie.

“Yes, I am all that,” Steff said. “But I think most people are, or at least more people than want to admit to it.”

Amaranth moved her head back and around a little, and I heard a wet pop.

“I agree with the broad point that more people could stand to acknowledge their true sexual desires,” she said. “But labeling them ‘creepy’ and ‘weird’ is hardly the way to encourage that.”

“Except that the people involved already think it’s creepy and weird or else they’d admit it already,” Steff said. “It’s easier to get people to accept that it’s okay to be creepy and weird than it is to make them think of what they like as normal… look at Mack.”

“I do,” Amaranth said. “Frequently.”

“She still blushes and gets all sputtery about stuff, but she doesn’t let that stop her from enjoying things,” Steff said, putting her hand between my legs and gently squeezing. It was almost amusing to note that I was kind of numb down there… at least to new sensations. I could still feel plenty of what had come before. “Though she’s protesting a lot less, I notice… and she’s a lot more passive all of a sudden. Did you guys do a big training thing this weekend, or something?”

“Sort of, maybe,” Amaranth said. “Not intentionally, though… but we had kind of an intense experience. I think Mack may be getting more in touch with her submissiveness on a deliberate level.”

That was a good way of putting it… our “intense experience” on the newbie stage at the Tomb of Horrors had been the closest thing to a spiritual experience I’d had in a long time, possibly ever. It had been more than a show to me, and definitely not just for Caron‘s benefit. I had come out of it feeling closer to Amaranth… and more hers… than ever before.

I was also, I realized, very much at peace with that. I let out a big, full-bodied sigh of contentment as I realized that.

“I love you, too, baby,” Amaranth said, giggling. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve still got something to take care of.”

“I tell you, you might as well try to swallow the ocean, Amy,” Steff said. “But go ahead and try if you think you can lick it… and feel free to lick it if you think you can try. I’m not going to complain either way. Whether I’m still hard, I’m hardly hard up… and anyway, “It’s not every day that I get a second chance at a first time.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, shaken out of my passivity by the oddness of the remark.

“I feel like I’ve got a whole new body,” Steff said. “Everything, even my dick, is all shiny and new… well, new anyway. Though maybe with enough polish…” She giggled, which made her fingertips move in a deliciously ticklish fashion against the skin of my outer thighs. “Anyway,” she continued, “I wouldn’t trade away our other first time for anything… but I really wouldn’t mind giving it another go completely.”

“What didn’t you like about it?” Amaranth asked from between my legs.

“It was kind of… lovey-dovey,” Steff said. “Mushy, you know?”

“But you do love me, right?” I asked, my voice creaking from a spike of insecurity as I asked.

“I don’t think that word is adequate, on a couple of different levels,” Steff said. “But like I said, I want to fuck your brains out and I love you. Both. Separately. I feel like our time in town was like the first time for love. This was about fucking.”

“I don’t think I could separate them out like that,” I said. “I don’t stop loving you just because we’re having incredible rough sex. I wouldn’t let you do that… wouldn’t be able to enjoy it… if I didn’t love you and didn’t think you loved me.”

Steff reached over and grabbed a hunk of my hair, twisting it around in her fingers and pulling sideways. I let out a sharp cry.

“I wonder… if I pulled as hard as I could on a single hair, what would happen?” she asked.

“It would hurt,” I said. I gasped as she pulled harder. “A lot.”

“Would it break, though?” Steff asked. “Or pull out cleanly at the root?”

“I… I…” I was trying to say I don’t think it would, but Steff kept jerking on my hair. “No!” I finally said, and she let go.

“Even plucking a hair ‘cleanly’ involves tearing at the root,” Amaranth said, sliding back up along my back. “Which is no more vulnerable than the rest of Mack’s body.” She stroked my hair, petting me where Steff had been pulling. “I think you should think about growing your hair out, baby… tangling might be a major problem if we’re not careful, but we’ll be careful. I think you could have a gorgeous head of hair… you’d probably never get any damage or split ends.”

“I actually have been growing it out,” I said. “My grandmother kept it really short. I haven’t had a haircut in months.”

“I think we should shave it all off,” Steff said. “Depilate it.” She ruffled my hair on the top of my head, then ran her hand down the front of my body, stopping just above my crotch, now hairless from my performance on Saturday. “I like the smooth look on you. I’d like to see it all over.”

“How did we get on the subject of my hair?” I asked.

“Oh, right,” Steff said. She grabbed my hair again and pulled, though not as hard. “This has got nothing to do with love, is my point. It’s got everything to do with how much I want to hurt you, I want to cause you pain. That’s a general you and a specific one… but the reasons I want to hurt you in particular aren’t because I love you.”

“Why, then?”

“Because you’re vulnerable and you let me,” Steff said. “Because you look and act like a victim. Because I know you could rip me in half without straining or burn me to a crisp.” She shrugged. “I have random thoughts about biting other people, grabbing their tits or bits and twisting, breaking their fingers, cutting them up, stabbing them…”

“We get the idea, Steff,” Amaranth said.

“Oh, sorry,” Steff said. She giggled. Maybe I should have been more disturbed by the interrupted rant, but the way her augmented chest moved when she laughed was distracting. “The point is that I think of that and I know I can’t. I can’t do everything I dream of to you, either, Mack… but I know that I can hurt you and lose nothing, so I do. I could say I love that about you, but then we come back to one word having too many different meanings. That’s not romantic love. It’s not mushy love. It’s sure as hell not You-Make-Me-Want-To-Be-A-Better-Person love.”

“Do I?” I asked, blushing slightly.

“Sometimes,” Steff said, blushing more than slightly. “Usually when that happens I just lie down and masturbate until the urge goes away.”

“I think you two are good for each other,” Amaranth said. “I think we’ve all been good for each other.”

“Yes, but you’d probably say that about anybody and anybody,” Steff said.

“So?” Amaranth said. “I don’t think you could find two people who had nothing to learn from each other.”

“That doesn’t mean that they will,” Steff said.

“Not right away, maybe, but if you show up in a class every day I think you’re going to learn something eventually whether you want to or not,” Amaranth said.

“You only say that because you haven’t met the chick from our history class,” Steff said, and I laughed, earning a sharp smack on the ass from Amaranth.

“We should get cleaned up,” she said. “It’s a school night, so we have to expect that Two would like to get back into her room at some point.”

“I thought you were determined to tackle my ongoing problem,” Steff said.

“I was thinking about it,” Amaranth said, pushing away from me and sitting up. “But I think it’ll be better for you if I don’t reward you.”

“I hate to disappoint you, Amy-doll, but I’m not looking for someone to fix me,” Steff said. “And besides of which, even if you take Mack away, too, I still have hands.”

“I’m not trying to be good for you for your benefit,” Amaranth said. “I’m doing it for me. If all I do is get people off, then I might as well be nothing more than a pair of hands.”

“Damn it,” Steff said.

“I’m sorry,” Amaranth said. “I don’t like saying no, but…”

“No, I mean… that actually made sense to me,” Steff said. “Which I guess means that you are doing some good.”

“You’re doing a lot of good for me,” I said.

“I never had any doubt of that,” she said, resting her hand on my ass. “Or much doubt… I confess, I’ve had a few moments… but…”

“But?” I asked.

“Not enough to want to give you up,” she said. “For anything, or anyone. If that makes me selfish… well, I’ll be selfish.”

“You’re the least selfish person I know,” I said.

“Yes, but you know like five people,” Steff said. “And you’re having sex with most of them.”

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration,” I said.

“Okay… four people,” Steff said, and I started laughing. It wasn’t that funny, but I couldn’t help it. It was like positive emotions were all unusually close to the surface and I laughed because I wanted to laugh, even though the full-body movement exacerbated the soreness I was feeling down below.

Pain had given me pleasure, now pleasure was giving me pain… it seemed pretty fair, on the balance.

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46 Responses to “438: Doubled Up”

  1. TJ says:

    Always good to find another update. Been enjoying it all along.
    I noticed this possible misspell

    “Yes, ma’am,” Steff said somewhat sardonically, and then I felt the weight of both of them on my back, Steff’s breasts pressing down against my back. Steff **became** to move, pulling back and sliding in…

    I think became = began?

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  2. Kouros says:

    I’m rooting for The Man <3 He's hotter than Iamos.

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  3. bob says:

    “I’d never imagined that people staring at me might be seeing me as a person, but as a spectacle or an oddity. It was a form of objectification.”

    I think you mean:

    “I’d never imagined that people staring at me might *not* be seeing me as a person, but as a spectacle or an oddity. It was a form of objectification.”

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  4. bob says:

    “I responded to the dirty sexiness and sexy dirtiness of ot all. I flexed without thinking, and Steff moaned.”

    you meant:

    “I responded to the dirty sexiness and sexy dirtiness of *it* all. I flexed without thinking, and Steff moaned.”

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  5. iangrant says:

    “A predictable update schedule. Or an appearance of The Man. Which will you root for?”


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  6. Cairsten says:

    Past tense of “hurt” is still “hurt”, I’m afraid. Not “hurted”. Other than that, great update. 🙂

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    • Brenda says:

      I noticed that too, but only on the second one… Mack’s brain is somewhat disengaged by that point and it seemed to fit, almost.

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    • Chips says:

      Oh, thank goodness I wasn’t the only one to see those.

      I blame JTHM.

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  7. Silver says:

    …Wow. Hot. A couple typos but none that were particularly distracting. Also, speaking as someone whose roommate back in college had his girlfriend move in with him/us on a permanent basis from the second week on: I have to imagine Two might like the use of her room back sometime soon, what with the whole Elven stamina bit boosted even further by magic halfkind juice.

    Which will I root for? While Mack Daddy is one of my favs, I think I’ll have to root for the regular/predictable updates.

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  8. in statu quo res erant ante bellum says:

    “A predictable update schedule. Or an appearance of The Man. Which will you root for?”
    In a perfect world what follows is…

    …an appearance of The Man!

    After the physical (dis)comfort and the love comes the emotional discomfort of the Mack Daddy turning a pleasurable dream into a Weird question about identity, family and purpose. Yippee!

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  9. Wysteria says:

    I root for #2! #2! I want The Man to keep Mackenzie down some more.

    This update was awesome. The ‘next time’ blurb was only slightly less awesome.

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  10. Schulze says:

    Yay for sex!
    And I root for more appeareances of The Man.

    I don’t root for a combination of these two. Would be creepy.

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  11. Elle says:

    I was just thinking of you this morning AE and I figured you were still moving. What a pleasant surprise to have a story waiting.

    “I reddened at the word. The bulk of Steff’s member lodged inside me was making me intensely aware of my body, and I felt the convulsive twitch inside my girlier regions as I responded to the dirty sexiness and sexy dirtiness of ot all. I flexed without thinking, and Steff moaned.”

    ot = it, methinks.

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  12. Laszlo says:

    not sure you meant for the change in tense on these. It seems that instead of
    “It hurted like fuck. To be specific, it hurted like a ”
    it should be
    “It hurt like fuck. To be specific, it hurt like a ”

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  13. Malarky says:

    A predictable update schedule.

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  14. Heather says:

    The Man! The Man! The Man! The Man!

    Not that I’d turn down a predictable update schedule, but…

    The Man! The Man!

    Hooray for character developing butt-sex!

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  15. Fred says:

    Hm. This was actually the least sexy chapter we’ve seen in a long while. Your euphemisms and analogies are a little over the top here. I was way more interested in the second half of the chapter than in Steff’s “natural liquid” or Amaranth’s “firm yet flexible fake”. It felt like reading a bad romance novel, when usually your writing is way better than that.

    Also, “hurted”: not a word. “Hurt” is the past tense.

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  16. ft says:

    I love how sex drives the character development in this chapter. See? Sex *can* make you a better person.

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  17. Lysaea says:

    *contradicts Fred* I thought the writing was still fresh, something that’s usually very difficult in an ongoing sexual story like this. Yes, that means you have to keep varying the language, which means using different euphemisms and analogies – that’s jsut the way it works.

    Good job =)

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  18. Melissa says:

    I agree with Fred. Ignoring that, though, this chapter was hot and loving, the best combination.

    Regular update schedule!

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  19. Zathras IX says:

    In which Steff eschews
    Better-Person love

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  20. Drudge says:

    For some reason I find Steff even creepier than usual here, and usually she creeps me out a whole lot.

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    • Dan says:

      Yeah. That creepy thing probably has something to do with the rant about chopping people’s tits off and breaking their fingers.

      Also, I’d root for a predictable update schedule, but I suspect that the appearance of the man is more likely either way. So I’ll go for that.

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      • Drudge says:

        Given the fact that updates have been unpredictable, the least predictable thing they can do is follow a scheduled course.

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  21. mafidufa says:

    *more contradicting Fred* Hurted is intentional there. Not a word, yet perfectly understandable and providing a context that would be lost if she had chosen to simply use hurt. Isn’t English wonderful that way?

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  22. Steph says:

    Hm.. As far as the debate on hurt/hurted goes.. I have a hard time believing AE would make a mistake like that twice, so that lends credence to it being intentional..but..I have just as hard a time believing she’d choose such an awkward freaking sentence.

    “Hurted” is what I hear from small children. “I hurted my finger,” “He hurted me!”

    What’s the context that would have been lost to use “hurt” instead? Some..creepy innocence angle is all I could see. While Mack certainly can be innocent, she’s not small-child innocent.

    I was also fairly creeped out by Steff in this chapter. I can see Steff breaking Mack’s heart. It’s…some ways down the road of self awareness for Mack, once she starts figuring herself and the whys of her turn-ons out, but some of the things Steff says, even though they might be in line with Mack’s kinks, could cause a lot of emotional pain.

    You can love me and you can love to hurt me…but you can’t love to hurt me without loving me. And the way Steff keeps love out of her sex…

    I’m looking forward to seeing it all play out..

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  23. Oitur says:

    “Steff’s living, twitch, thrusting, spurting…” twitch*ing* ?
    Yay for hot threeway sex!
    Now let’s hear from Mack Daddy!

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  24. Kevin says:

    well i gave up on a regular update schedule a long time ago (as well as giving up on More Tales of MU, since it hasn’t updated this year) so I’m all in favor of The Man (and I mean Mack Daddy not the MU version of oppressive government influence)

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    • Chips says:

      What about Mack Daddy keeping down the oppressive government?

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      • athsryk6l says:

        i agree, you dont need urgent money, get updating. And I dont mind if More MU stops for now as long as tales of MU gets updated (though I was really liking MoreMU).

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      • fka_luddite says:

        Unless Maqck Daddy’s sday-job is as part of the repressive governmnt.

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  25. Rethic says:

    Well apparently I’m your exact type of audience because I think in the context hurted sounded perfect. Also I don’t think Steff was any creepier than usual. I don’t actually think she’s THAT creepy tho. And I thought the whole thing was hot. So yay, great chapter. I’d love to see The Man next! And actually once life gets settled down for you I really do miss More Tales too.

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  26. Anders says:

    The Man FTW!

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  27. moxicity says:

    Hmmmmm. You know, I might have messed up and ruined ToMU for myself by reading your blog and looking at your profile on a certain site you pointed out and warned about awhile back on your blog. (did that make sense?)

    I know/knew that you write partly from experience and other people’s experiences, but it’s really banging home HOW deeply you are writing from yourself. I still think you’re a good writer, but it’s reading too much like fantasy-fantasy for me now :/ I dunno what I thought would happen once I checked out your FLife. Please don’t be insulted when I say ToMU feels more wish fulfillment to me than ever before.

    I don’t think I will stop reading it and I will probably donate again when I get some monies, but I feel totally different about the sex now. Sexuality is such a huge issue with Mack and I kind of can’t wait until she’s “done” with college-induced self-finding. You know? There’re so many interesting things going on with Mercy, Dad, the racial issues, whatever else you may throw at us. Personally, I feel like *I* am “done” with most of the submissive and sex issues. (in that it’s not as fascinating as it was 4 years ago anymore – my curiosity has been mostly satisfied)

    To reiterate: I still like this series and think you’re a good writer. I seriously hope I avoided being insensitive with this comment. This was mostly a “my feelings of a work I like” post.

    Current score: 1
    • Drudge says:

      Indeed. Sex is a good thing and all, but when demons cross dimensions and plot plans that involve pedophilia and breeding in desirable magical traits, cannibals have victims on tap, the person controlling the tap is clearly trying to breed super soldiers and challange the natural order, it kind of seems like it takes up too much room.

      Mack’s self finding is important, and some people find the sex hot(personally it does nothing to me, which may be a factor for me), but again:

      Demons breeding psychic children, Elves eating people and breeding other half demons, a dragon eating his staff, a coach who’s killed GODS, several wars and a world history clearly well developed to explore in addition to current events.

      Given the politics going on that’ll affect Mac’s future, and plots that could full well shake the WORLD’s future, sex seems like it takes up too much time.

      Current score: 0
      • erianaiel says:

        Drudge, we are talking college students here. I am guessing they really are not doing all that much sex 😉
        That is not to say that the other stories are not interesting too, but we just had a fair amount, if slightly irregularly updated, of stories about other things than sex. Two updates that explore the character (growth is an awkward word in this context) of three of the key characters of this story is hardly something that can be complained about. (yes, even Amaranth confessed to a huge change in her personal priorities here even if she does not realise so yet).

        Current score: 2
  28. W6BXQ, John says:

    AE, this is a message I left on the Star Harbor Nights page on Mar 29.

    Ah, something new here. I have been checking here (and at Tales, More Tales, Void Dogs and The 3 Seas) almost every day for new stuff. I like reading your stories.

    Message awaiting 4B clearance
    Monday, March 29, 2010, 21:48:04

    Current score: 0
  29. W6BXQ, John says:

    AE, this is the second message I left at Star Harbor Nights that day.

    I just realized something. I did check this the last few days every day but it is dated March 23 and I didn’t see it until today March 29. I’m wondering if I missed it somehow. By the way, the new format of Tales seems to look better with Firefox than IE 6. In IE 6 the lines go all the way across the window and a bit more even when in full screen on my wide screen monitor. In Firefox the paragraphs are laid out better. The lines go only so far and leave the right part of the screen clear for all the other stuff. As far as the font goes, old or new, makes no difference to me even with my 65 year old eyes and Walgreen’s reading glasses.

    Message awaiting 4B clearance
    Monday, March 29, 2010, 22:01:47

    Current score: 0
  30. Lesath says:

    Definitely rooting for Mack Daddy here.

    Current score: 0
  31. Niall says:

    I’ve got to agree with moxicity and drudge here, I love all the incredible plotlines you’ve thought up and can’t wait to see how they’ll turn out. Do you have any idea of where you want the story to go in the longterm? I know it must be tough to think of the longterm now but if you’re just pulling these things out of your head every few days then I’m amazed at how it fits so well together.

    Current score: 0
  32. Arakano says:

    I have to say, I enjoy the story exactly the way it comes. If I regret anything, it is not the fact that there’s “too much sex” (for me, that’s not the case! 😉 ), but rather the fact that Mack isn’t as adorably shy and vulnerable anymore. I really loved that awkwardness of hers in early ToMU, weird as that may sound. But I realise full well that this is a development that is natural and cannot be avoided, so I just smile wistfully and think back of the golden days while enjoying the silver ones still given to us so generously. 🙂

    Current score: 0
  33. Zig says:

    To all the “hurted” was intentional people. “Thrusted” isn’t a word either, she just made a mistake and it is an error.

    Current score: 0
    • Mickey Phoenix says:

      I have to disagree. “Hurted” read to me as very deliberate, and very situationally appropriate. As another commenter pointed out, one of the joys of English is the way its variety of rules let us play with language for effect.

      Current score: 0
  34. Stacey says:

    “I felt like I’d used to whenever I realized people were looking at me,”
    What does this mean?

    Current score: 0
    • Jechtael says:

      Feeling objectified, perhaps in a similar sense to that of “talking about me like I’m not here”, except that while she hated it in that context, she likes it in this context.

      Current score: 0