[FF/FM] Blonde. Bomb. Shell. [x-post r/DirtyWritingPrompts]

Based on the prompt “In an age of stark inequality, the only real option for the lower class has become selling themselves to the rich. You’re a rich man heading to a bachelorette auction.”

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Alexander sat looking quitely out of the window, watching the street lights fly by through the heavy rain. As the road emerged from under the parkway, the rain began drumming on the roof of the limo as well, filling the compartment with quiet noise. He adjusted his tuxedo subtly, trying to make it feel natural, but from where Eva sat it must have looked like apprehension.

“Nervous?” she asked with an easy smile.

“Not even a little.” Alex reassured her, taking his attention from the flitting lights and putting it on her finely dressed and painted form.

Eva had the look of a socialite down, from the tall stiletto heels, to the lavish, revealing red dress, to the expertly applied makeup. Her hair was bleached for the occassion, leaving her the particular shade of golden blonde that was fashionable on the circuit, and her bare arms were shaved and covered in thick, powdery makeup, to match her legs. Tonight she would be playing the part of Alexander’s sister, but thankfully the fiction wouldn’t need to be maintained for too long.

[ff] Wild Roses pt. 22: Mountainshade [fdom]

After the dim light of the wagon, even the evening sun was sharp and braying against Summer’s eyes as she clambered to the ground, made even worse by the glare off the polished granite mounting rising sharply to the north of the small trading post.

“This is where we part.” Kane said down to her from his perch on the ware wagon. “I expect a wagon heading north will come through here soon, but we’re heading west from here, I’m afraid.”

Summer nodded dully, satisfied from her journey, but very, very tired.

“And although I haven’t spoken with the girl yet, from the sound that wagon made all the way up here, I expect Percy will be keeping his gold.” he added with a grin.

“Glad to hear it.” Autumn said with a smile as she hopped down from the wagon.

While a touch of magic had cleaned the sisters up a little, her hair was still tangled with dried, drying and fresh globs of cum, but Autumn seemed not to care. Putting a hand to her own hair, Summer realised that she was probably not looking much better.

[Bi] Twelve (Part 2/2) [long] [nc/reluc] (bdsm) (exh) (drugs) (buk) […]

*Note on tags:* See note on tags in part 1/2, link in comments.

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## Sister Eva

Eva sat in the quiet hum and bright lights of the farm room, looking out over the large crop of blue flax flowers, barely even noticing as Sister Shannon snuck up on her.

“What’cha doin’?” Sister Shannon said with a smile as she planted herself on the bench next to her. “Watchin’ grass grow?”

“Flax, actually.” Eva corrected her. “And I guess, yeah.”

“Sounds excitin’, can I get in on that?” Sister Shannon asked with a grin.

“Well, it’s not really.” Eva admitted. “I was just taking a breather.”

“I know it’s not, stupid.” Sister Shannon laughed. “Farmin’ hard work then?”

Eva shook her head. “Not really. These fields are basically fully automated.”

“Really?” she said, looking out over the crops. “So what do you do all day?”

Eva shrugged.

“Sounds excitin’.” Sister Shannon suggested airily. “I got some cookies from Lexie and some toys from Zoe, want to get high and fuck instead?”

“What kind of toys?” Eva asked, finally turning to Sister Shannon to discover her naked, holding up a two-pronged strap-on and a pair of large cookies. “Oh my.”

[Bi] Twelve (Part 1/2) [long] [nc/reluc] (bdsm) (exh) (drugs) (buk) […]

*Note on tags:* Being that this is _long_, the tags are essentially too many to list, and some are omitted out of spoiler concerns. What _does_ bear mentioning, is that it does _not_ include water sports, scat, bestiality, underage characters or incest.

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## Father

The bus rattled along the dusty road into the Colorado mountains, throwing up a tall, heavy plume as it forged through the terrain, thick white sheets hung in the windows to shield its precious cargo from the impure world outside; the twelve young women that would be the mothers of a new age of humanity.

The driver was a tall, slim and severe man by the name of Clark Epson, although he styled himself ‘Father’. He wore his black hair short, but for the steadily growing bald spot on his crown, and his cheeks were shaven, drawing the attention of anyone looking at him to his hooked nose flanked by glittering, sky blue eyes.

[fff] Wild Roses pt. 21: Lessons [inc] [bd]

As the road wore on, Trina and Summer made good on their threat, and Autumn spent the next two weeks in a haze of perpetual bliss, squeezed in tight between her sister and the travelling girl, doing anything and everything Trina wanted to practice. The transformational trick Summer had taught her she had down to an art in a couple of days, and not long after she had perfected the art of putting it on someone else as well, and soon she was making liberal use of Autumn for practicing her cock sucking as well as for perfecting her riding form.

Autumn soon found she took particular joy in Trina’s lips wrapped around her cock when Summer put one on herself and joined in, and nothing was quite so intense as shooting her load down Trina’s slender throat while sitting on Summer’s lap, her sister’s hands kneading her breasts and her cock shoved firmly up her ass, except perhaps the taste of her cum on Trina’s lips on her own as she clambered onto her lap to mount her, squeezing her tight with her cunt as she sank down onto Autumn with a gasp or a moan.

[fff] Wild Roses pt. 20: Teachers [inc]

As dawn broke through the shutters, Autumn stirred awake, her head pounding from the night before. Looking over at her sister, she found her fast asleep, so she quietly slipped out of bed and into her tunic, before taking her leathers and steel downstairs to get dressed. After a quick breakfast on the bread and mushroom sauce left over from the night before, she headed out in front of the house to swing the brigand’s sword around, to get a feel for its weight and balance.

It was a fine enough sword, about as long as Spring’s fine steel, but a fair bit heavier and harder to swing. Nearly straight, it tapered only slightly until it came to the point, and a single deep fuller was carved into the metal along its length.

After half an hour she tired, and wrapped the blades back up the canvas she had been using to conceal them, placing the bundle neatly on the porch where she sat down to watch the sunrise. After a while, Summer came ambling out to join her, already in her tunic and leathers.

[fMF] Wild Roses pt. 19: Wagon Camp [anal] [Msub]

The next morning, their tunics and hair cleaned and brushed, Autumn and Summer set off down the road, following their crude map. For lunch, Autumn downed a rabbit, which they cooked over a small campfire and shared, and by late afternoon, they had found the wagon track where the highway joined the road to the small village. A few miles along it, they came upon a wagon camp, consisting of an office and a small warehouse, a large gravel turning area, and six great stacks of lumber from the nearby forest ready to be shipped out along the road north, along with a pair of piles of large, freshly quarried rock.

No wagons were to be seen, but on a hunch the girls made their way up to the office and knocked, waiting for the proprietor to answer. The woman who swung the door open to them was a northerner, with fiery red hair and a muscular build, and her green eyes glittered in the fading sunlight as she greeted them at the door with a smile.

“Och, what’re’ye lookin’ for, lass?” she said with a broad smile, her large teeth shining like pearls between thick lips.

[XP] 越媛温泉・Warm and Wet [FM]

Ken trudged through the snow up towards the small wooden building set into the mountain side, steam drifting up from behind tall, dense fences on each side of it, grumbling to himself as more snow still fell from the steel gray skies.

“Go to Japan, they said.” he muttered to herself. “It’ll be an _experience_, they said.”

In truth, his walking tour of Nagano hadn’t been all that bad, but with every step through the deep white he regretted going in winter.

“You’ll get in touch with your _roots_, they said.” he muttered sullenly.

In truth he had; his third cousin out of Ueda had been wonderfully accomodating, of course, even if he spent most of his time there pestering him about teaching him English, and visiting his great-grandparents’ graves had been no small thing to him.

Still, he could have done it all without the fucking snow. As soon as it landed on him, it melted, sticking his black fringe to his forehead and sending it brushing into his deep brown eyes, and with every step more cold water seeped into his woefully inadequate boots.

[ff] Wild Roses pt. 18: The Road North [inc]

After a fitful night’s sleep, Autumn and Summer set about laying their plans. In the small library in the back of the village they were fortunate enough to be able to get a rough map of the area of Windcrag and Seawood, and combined with what Vidkun had provided them with, they found a suitable road.

“Getting all that way will take weeks.” Autumn lamented. “Although we might be able to cut some time off if we go over the mountain, instead of around it.”

“Over it?” Summer asked, incredulous. “We can’t climb something like that?”

“Well, maybe _you_ can’t…” Autumn sallied with a grin. “It’s nothing too tall, and in summer? Not even a problem.”

“Hrm.” Summer mulled. “We’ll see.”

“What do these markings mean?” Autumn asked, pointing at various trails that ran along the roads on the map.

“Wagon tracks, I think.” Summer answered unsurely. “If they are, we can cut some time, or at least some effort.”

“Oh?” Autumn asked.

“Yes, look.” Summer said, pointing to the map. “This highway goes north just a day’s walk to the south from here, and goes all the way up to and around Windcrag.”

Wild Roses pt. 17: Taken [nosex]

As the weeks went on, the sisters left the forest at their back as they wandered from town to town, and whenever their purses were empty, they had no problem finding patrons willing to part with silver and gold for a chance at any of the girls in their bed. At Spring’s urging, Summer kept her use of magic at a minimum, and far from the forest her power was weaker than she would have liked in any case, but a bit of a rumour had spread about her, and since indulging the kind of desires that magic helped fulfil was a more ready source of gold than silver, she would on occasion break it out for her patrons.

Spring and Autumn were no slouches either, and discovering that one man would pay more to bed the two of them together than four would pay to bed them apart, they quickly developed a solid routine that had them from finding a patron in the common room of an inn to relaxing in the bath with a full purse in half an hour.