The Legend of Mark Dean
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, Magic, Lesbian, Fiction, Science Fiction, Space, Aliens, Harem, Squirting, Lactation,
Desc: Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Mark Dean's life sucks until a beautiful woman gave his life a purpose and for once he feels responsible for someone. Watch his heroic deeds both in duels and in bed.
Mark Dean at 63 can justifiably say "life sucks"! He never had the best of luck since he was born, starting from the death of his mother just hours after he was born. His father blamed him for his wife's death and abandoned him with his grandmother.
His grandmother cared for him until he was 14 and she too died of heart failure. Having no other known family, or at least ones that want to take him in he went into foster care program. For four years he lived in seven different foster homes and attended seven different high schools, so he never really had any friends.
At 18, he rented his own apartment and received a college scholarship. He got a job to pay rent and cover the rest of his college tuition not covered by the scholarship.
Mark thought he might be gay because he couldn't initiate or respond to any sexual advances from the opposite sex. The weirdest part of it was he'd never had an erection since birth not from porn or teasing, he found it a little weird but it never bother him much until now. He got himself checked out only to realize that he has had erectile dysfunction since birth.
After being diagnosed of erectile dysfunction Mark took every other thing in his life more seriously than a normal person would. After graduation from college Mark got a job in a large firm with the same determined attitude, and now he was forced retired against his will as he signed a contract that allowed his company to retire him on attaining the age of sixty-three. The three extra years were due to his determination and hard work.
He came home after his last day at the firm and sat down in one of the recliners and did a reflection on how life had treated him since birth.
Most people thinks that he is living a dream life because he owns a nice mansion, a collection of cars ranging from Escalades to Expeditions with other antique cars so that means he has it all but Mark understood the phrase 'money ain't everything' cause money can't buy a good company.
Apart from Betsy his live-cook no one else seem to notice he was lonely although he was never asked why he wasn't married since. Betsy and the cleaning crew were the faces he'd often seen since he had moved into his mansion.
He took a quick glance at the wall clock and was surprised at the amount of time that had passed since he had set down! He got up, picked up his briefcase and as he passed the dining table he decided to forgo dinner as he already had enough food at the goodbye party thrown for him in the office of one of the executives. He went straight to his bedroom, took a shower and hit the pillows and sleep wasn't far behind.
"Mark! Mark!" he heard a feminine voice calling his name. Many weird dreams happened like he was supposed to be sleeping and not wide awake like sleep never happened. He was supposed to be in his room on his bed and not in some kind of cave!
"Mark" the voice called again and as he turned around he saw a woman/girl. He asked her "Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here?" He was very confused!
"Calm down" she said "I am Lyra, and you are in your bedroom in your body. I just brought your mind here. As for this cave it's an illusion" she answered.
"What do you want from me?" he asked now very afraid "Do not be afraid of me please I mean you no harm" she said.
"OK, but what do you want with me?" he asked.
"You see it's a long story but you have to promise not to be afraid of me" she answered.
It was difficult but he managed to say "OK I promise".
"Thank you, like I said before my name is Lyra and I am from another universe.
"Universe? Do you mean another country, continent, or planet?" Perhaps the planet aspect wasn't so out of place not after a few minutes ago.
"No" she replied. "I am from another universe. Your universe is made up of nine worlds while mine is made up of nineteen worlds." She took a brief pause so as not to overwhelm him.
"You see, my universe's worlds are constantly at war with each other and not long ago the war reached our home world. Men were slain and boys were slaughtered and most of our women were taken as slaves not long after this attack. The Gord, the one your world calls God declared an end to the attacks, counter-attacks and invasions.
He declared that disputes between worlds be settled by duels only. My world has been challenged to many duels but there are no men to fight for us. Many from the invading worlds have threatened to take our home and rule it should we fail to provide a fighter. So I and my people would like you to be our fighter and represent us in duels".
She pleaded to a very confused Mark who then asked her "But why me? I am sixty-three years old in case you didn't notice the gray hairs and wrinkles" he said.
She replied "Aging is not a problem in my universe, take me for instance am 110 years old!"
"You must be joking!" Mark said. She's one-hundred and ten and still alive with no sagging boobs, gray hairs or wrinkles? She must be barely over nineteen he thought.
"No I am not joking, and all this and more will be applied to you should you take my offer. Please do give it some thought and remember we have a deadline! Just point this towards the sky when you have decided" She gave him a small kind of gun and disappeared and he was back in his bedroom asleep.