I was awash with a discomfort topped with pleasure and lust. I couldn't believe it, but I was enjoying Bobbi's cock pummeling my ass. This thought ran...through my head before the world exploded in white light. I didn't even know I was close to orgasm but there it was, overtaking me. I felt the beads of sweat from Bobbi's face landing hot on my stomach, mixing with the puddle of cum that was collecting there. She yelled, "Oh, shit, yes!" and started jack-rabbiting inside of my ass as she came,. We got up, still dazed. Werolled over on the uneven ground, and felt our breasts against thestones and... the absence of something between our legs. Stunned wekicked off our shoes, and tried to walk, on our now far more sensitivelegs, and fishnet stockings. We got back and found the innkeeper. Hetold us this was us for good. Something happened in the dark valley atnight. We had... touched alternate reality versions of us, and mergedin some way. We were lucky to still keep our minds and. (Of course, the word “bastard” also struck a special chord with me because I was conceived in rape, I was not Pablo’s biological son. At five, as a gift to bind myself to Pablo, I killed the rapist. By design it took more than a day. He made me a bastard so I was just showing him what he made. When he looked in my eyes and saw his own eyes staring back as I stuck the knife in, just piercing his liver, it made me the man I am today.)I did not black out as I pumped more and more of my seed into. The serving wench was just coming out of the kitchen with a platter full of bowls of beef stew and sliced bread. She toured the common room, dolling out supper to the paying customers. The half-elf girl was waylaid by the innkeeper as she passed near him. He pointed at Lizzie and growled at the serving wench to take the pitcher to her. Lizzie scowled as the innkeeper swatted the half-elf on the ass again. This time he hit her hard enough to lift her off the floor. The girl stumbled and almost.