1. Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss


    Date: 6/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Coercion, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Humiliation, Male / Female Teens, Reluctance, Teen, Young, Author: bryanll, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    The whitewashed walls and brick-layed streets of Sandava gleaned bright in the sun, unlike surrounding cultures such as Mandalva, Trocust and Chalda. Those people managed decent lives but not with the oppulence of Sandava. Shadi was the eldest son of a Sandavan High Judge and if he studied well and kept his nose clean, he was the likely successor to his father's high position. He had done well with those things until his 22nd birthday when he began to have feelings and passions that he could not explain. Since his youth, he had enjoyed the storytellers and their great tales of life in those other cities and especially the tales of Chalda and of surreal blue-eyed demon-vixens and super eagles snatching men from the ground. Shadi didn't believe it all, but nonetheless he wondered if a measure of truth might have conceived many a tale. Perhaps the stories were more to keep Sandavan boys from wandering to the strange and foreign charms of their neighbors, especially those of Chalda where the females had those dark and mysterious eyes and smooth aloofness. As he grew into a young man, the storytellers began speaking of sexual tales and most were of Chalda where it was alleged that every form of sexual perversion that any person could desire could be found in the depths of Chalda's many dens of iniquities because, according to legend, the Chaldains nodded their heads to any sex act of any kind, involving willing people, no matter how taboo or forbidden it might be elsewhere. Of ...
    course, the storyteller with the greatest tales became a crowd favorite so who knew what was true and what was not? Shadi wanted to know, partially because he was a student of the judges who required evidence and fact, but if he was to be honest, Shadi would have admitted that those sexual urges within him caused him to desire things forbidden and thirst for the perverse, even though he could not define exactly what those decadent activities entailed. He was not afraid, not of the calamities professed by the storytellers, and certainly not of anyone from inferior Chalda. Besides, he was the son of a Sandavan High Judge, so there certainly had to be immunities for him. And so, wise or foolish, Shadi began practicing the Chaldain dialect and he sent his family's attendant to purchase Chaldain clothing from the common market that bartered daily just outside the walls of Sandava. When the night came, he slipped into the earthen-tone clothing of the Chaldains and then he slipped into their city. He had no idea how to find any den of iniquity or much of anything else in Chalda so he moved slowly down one dimly lit street and then heard noises that led him to a side street. He waited and listened. "You are looking for something interesting this evening?" asked a voice from a shadowed doorway before a girl stepped into the light of a single overhead lamp. She was wearing a see-through top that came down to her thighs and Shadi could see that her body was shapely. "There are many ...
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