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A Space Odyssey Ch. 01

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Creel dropped the last of his clothing into the recycler and padded bare foot and bare assed to his bunk. With a bone weary sigh he sat and then swung his muscular legs up onto the almost double sized sleeper. Captain’s privileges he thought wryly as his feet hit the end of the bunk. Pushing the pillows up behind him he reclined back with another, quieter sigh and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, expanding his massive chest as far as he was able, he held it for long seconds before releasing it with an explosive whoosh.

He opened his eyes slowly, catching sight first of her legs. She stood in the far corner of his cabin. A mere 6 steps away. He allowed his gaze to slide up her shapely calves, taking in the toned look of the faintly lavender skin. He briefly wondered if it would feel the way it looked, like expensive and very real suede. She moved, turning toward him, and his eyes lifted to her face to find that she was watching him, taking in the shape of him as he had been doing to her. He was captured by the intense look in her stunningly slanted, amethyst eyes. Her eyes tilted up at the corners a fraction more and he lowered his gaze to her lips. Her smile widened, became playful as she turned half away from him as she began to discard her clothing.

No hauler’s overall covered her body. She teasingly shrugged her way out of some sort of fuzzy, perhaps furred, coat. Her shoulders bare she playfully shrugged again, the pure white of the robe emphasising the lavender and wisteria shading of her skin and setting off the hip length purple-black hair that twisted its unruly way down her back. Creel licked his lips. She lowered the furry garment another few inches and he was rewarded with the sight of the generous top swell of her breasts.

With a low bağcılar escort chuckle she dropped the robe and to his delight he discovered that she was completely naked beneath it. She paused, allowing him to take in the visual delight that was her body. His gaze lingered on her breasts. Large and firm with berry coloured nipples that his mouth watered to taste. He moved his scrutiny downwards only paying a passing attention to the slim waist, the toned belly, and the generously flared hips before he settled his gaze on the tiny, neatly trimmed triangle of purple-black silk at the apex of her thighs. He heard her chuckle again and knew she was staring at his cock that had twitched as the robe lowered and was fully erect by the time the robe had hit the floor.

He felt the aforementioned organ twitch again as she began to walk toward him. Her steps were slow, sensual; her hips almost snake-like. She crawled onto the bed and over him, on her hands and knees and tilted herself forward to brush her mulberry stained lips briefly over his. Her tongue slipped out to trace the outline of his lips with just its tip, teasingly circling before darting to insert itself between his lips. Her nipples brushed lightly against his skin barely disturbing the light sprinkling of chest hair, but managing to disturb the rest of him thoroughly. He groaned and lifted both hands to cup her breasts.

Her skin did indeed feel like the softest suede as he palmed her nipples. Backing his hands off a little he captured both nipples between a thumb and forefinger each, teasing and rolling them til they were hard between his fingers and he could hear her own muted sighs of delight.

She slithered her tongue down his neck and onto his chest, trailing istanbul bayan escort saliva through the light sprinkling of dark blonde hairs as she suckled and then gently nipped at each of his nipples. Creel felt a shudder go through the length of his body and he reached to curl his fingers around her generously fleshy breasts. Kneading them gently, testing their weight, squeezing them together as he flicked his thumbs up to tease her beaded nipples once more.

She lifted her head and her wine coloured lips stretched once more in a lazy smile, amethyst eyes glittering at him. Creel gasped and closed his eyes as he felt one set of slim fingers curl themselves around his cock. His eyes snapped back open as she backed down his body and out of reach of his hands. He didn’t want to miss a moment of her show. And she was clearly putting on a show for him, her movements exaggerated a she swayed her hips a little more than necessary as she slithered even further down the bunk.

Her breasts now out of reach, her smile widened and she lifted her free hand to drag her fingernails down his side. Gritting his teeth Creel groaned as the sharpened tips left starkly pink furrows behind them on his space-pale skin. At the same time he felt her warm breath on his penis and the fingernail tips on his flank became pleasurable, intensely pleasurable. Gooseflesh skittered across his skin. It had been too fragging long if a seductive smile and a set of purple talons could have him so on edge.

He grabbed a double handful of the bunk covers and pushed his head back into the pillows as her wine coloured lips closed around the very top of his cock and her tongue flicked at the tiny slit at its tip. Gritting his teeth he tried to think of anything else but florya escort the way her lips pushed firmly against the silken skin of his penis, the way the slid slowly but inevitably over the bulbous head and down onto his shaft. Baseball. One of her hands curled around his balls and began to gently roll them in their sac as the other slid down his shaft in advance of the leisurely descent of her lips. Nope. Not helping.

Engineering. The overhaul to the port thrusters. She wiggled her pale mauve body further down his legs, feeling her breasts alternately pressing onto his thighs and her nipples scraping down his skin. She lifted one leg over one of his, and suddenly he felt the damp spider-silk soft pubic hair pressing over one of his shins. Nope. No help there either as the word thrusters anchored itself into his mind.

He lifted his hips to encourage the insertion of his cock deep into her mouth, and felt the gulping swallow of her throat as she took his entire length. With a hungry purring sound she began to slide her mouth equally as leisurely back up his iron hard cock. Agonising. He wanted to thrust himself repeatedly deep into her mouth, releasing himself as soon as he was able. Tormenting. He wanted to take his time. To watch her mouth encircle him, to take him slowly back between her lips til they were almost touching his pubic hair.

She sped the movement of her head, bobbing down on him more quickly, her tongue curling around his throbbing shaft as she kept up a steady suction. He drew in a quick breath and matched the movement of his pelvis to the rhythm of her mouth, one of his hands slipping into her hair. Sweet torture. He felt his balls tighten up against his body, felt her mouth tighten, felt the head of his cock slide over and over into her throat.

He felt his penis lift, and swell, as his hips moved involuntarily in an attempt to thrust himself even deeper into her mouth…as the emergency klaxon went off.

Cursing savagely, he tore the tiny neurotransmitter from his left temple and watched her dissolve into thin air.

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A Sexual’s Reproduction Ch. 08

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Making Sasha cum was never an issue for Ciara. The girl came like a faucet once things got going and that hadn’t changed, however she didn’t expect the sheer ferocity Sasha now possessed. After the first few climaxes that turned Ciara’s unkempt hair into a sodden mess, she paused to let her tongue and lips rest, which pushed Sasha over an edge. In seconds, the former dominant was forced to lay on her desk.

“You finish when I tell you,” Sasha growled and slammed her hips down on Ciara’s face. Her main cunt splashed against her lips, squelching and slurping as it sought the asexual’s tongue. Pleasure cascaded from the folds, swelling and pulsing with lust. Drops rolled down Ciara’s cheeks and up her nose. She gagged and tried forcing herself up, but Sasha’s weight kept her pinned.

That pussy ground harder against her mouth. Juices poured and thickened with each cycle, saturating her sinuses. What little light pierced through showed her only Sasha’s densely packed thighs and ass, their magnitude smothered most sounds, allowing tiny tremors of her employee’s pleasure to seep through. Even Ciara’s own heartbeat was eclipsed.

She swallowed faster and faster. Her throat already strained to handle the fluids gushing out, yet they seemed to multiply every time Sasha clenched in climax, each one building to the next, even stronger than the last. This was close to Ciara’s fantasy made real. Time after time, she’d wanted to feel Sasha take the reigns, if for one session. Now there she laid at her mutated lover’s mercy, face all but swallowed in her pussy.

“Suck my clit!” Sasha said, more a snarl, and slammed her crotch against Ciara, “Suck it! Suck it! Make me cum again. Ooh, yeah that’s the spot!” Despite starving for oxygen and the droplets of fem-cum seeping into her lungs, Ciara’s own snatch flared. Shards of excitement broke out and splintered in her mind. Conscious thought no longer commanded her limbs, as her hands dove into the plush vastness of Sasha’s ass. Flesh squeezed between her fingers, so soft and accepting that it devoured her hands.

“Ooh, you want to kiss my asshole?” Sasha cooed and shifted positions. Her clit left Ciara’s mouth with a lurid pop. The boss took a heavy breath, then gagged as a puffy ring met her lips, its acrid taste washed over her tongue from a single poke. What kind of filth was Mirin spreading?

“Put your tongue in there or I’ll swallow the key, then you try finding it in my shit,” Sasha said.

Think of freedom, Ciara thought and pushed her tongue past the ring. Sour notes zapped her tongue and almost forced it back, but her will overrode it. Above her, Sasha gasped and moaned, shudders ran down her spine, echoing in her anus. It gripped Ciara’s tongue, pushed and pulled on her, and forced it to sample everything in reach. This was disgusting. This was gross. This was wrong. This… it… Ciara moaned.

She moaned?! Ciara froze at the thought, spurred back to action by a sharp slap on her inner thigh. Bolts of electricity surged in her loins, almost pushing her to the edge. Something was sick inside her. That had to be it. The constant teasing had driven her to this point. Even so, her tongue writhed and swirled about the tight, tangy confines with all the fervour she had before. At least she could breathe like this, though every breath was filled with Sasha’s ass.

Another moan slipped out. Whatever the reason, she knew this would always be on her mind. She could get Mirin arrested for life, return to her life above most others and still she’d relieve this moment, taste Sasha’s puffed up ass on her tongue, and feel shame and lust. All the blame belonged to Mirin. She did this to everyone. If Ciara could just stop her, like a hero stamping out a blight on society, then things would be normal.

She just needed to fuck her. The thoughts stammered to a close as Sasha quivered atop her, walls squeezing her tongue tight enough to hurt, before the ebony slut fell to the side. Ciara bolted upright, drinking in the clean air like she’d found an oasis. The taste was still on her tongue. She ignored it and regarded Sasha, who stared into space, unresponsive but for a few moans. The keys on her hip were unguarded.

Ciara took them and fumbled at her belt.

“Come on, come on,” she muttered, squealing once she found the right key. Air washed over her pussy for the first time in days, in return its aroma bombarded her. She couldn’t wash it in the belt, leaving it to ferment in its own fluids. After spending nearly every hour being teased and denied, her vulva had engorged, blotting out her messy folds. Her clit throbbed within, protected. Ciara peeled back that safety and jerked back. Just the air was too much.

But she needed to cum. Once she did that, she could focus on Mirin and restore things to their proper state. Ciara splayed her legs wide, uncaring that Sasha was borderline comatose, and crammed two, then three fingers in her pussy. Pleasure rippled through her nerves, the shards once released aksaray escort all shattered further, bleeding sensations throughout. She thought an orgasm was seconds away. Finally, release after what felt like years.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Ciara slammed a pussy slathered hand on the desk. The sting did nothing against the wall of pleasure erected around her. Even the slightest gust from her air conditioning felt like a thousand tongues and fingers. And yet, even with her actual fingers doing the work, even stretching herself more than ever, she still could not cum. She needed something more. Someone more.

Mirin.

The futa tapped fingers along her desk in a nonsensical pattern. Things dulled over the week. Constant sex felt amazing, turning a place of tedium and cruelty into a den of fun. Of lurid decadence. Discovering just how deep people’s hedonism went, seeing them change in mere days from the constant influx of her semen, amused her for the moment. Now having her cock crammed down a willing slut’s throat was… monotonous.

There was no bite back. No struggle. Mirin could overpower anyone in the office, whether with strength or whatever chemical nonsense that comprised her cum, but they could at least put up a resistance. Something beyond the token minute of refusal, before it turned to inane lust. If she could risk it, the entire building and neighbourhood would be under her ‘spell’. People probably already suspected, however, so her plans were on hold.

“Mirin!”

Now that was a voice filled with fury and indignant desire. Mirin stood, pulling her cock from the throat, and faced the crimson wave headed her way. It slammed into her, knocking the wind and sending her off balance. She stumbled and fell onto her plump rear, dick standing erect like an indomitable tower. Ciara stood over her, swollen pussy drooling over the head, while she glared.

“Well, get on…”

Ciara jumped. Actually jumped! Mirin yelled in shock. The angle was wrong, it forced her dick to her chest, while Ciara’s snatch slid down its length and smacked her balls.

“Dammit! Get. Fucking. In!” Ciara snarled, voice less human with each syllable. She stood and squatted, this time holding the enormous slab of meat in place as she dropped. It shoved inside her, spreading her folds like a hot knife through butter, while searing hot walls rippled about Mirin. The head tore through Ciara’s hymen and slammed into her cervix, before also penetrating under gravity’s sway. Its shape distended her boss’s belly and extended along her sternum the deeper she went.

“Yes. It’s mine.” Ciara chittered with laughter as she started moving. Spasms rushed through the walls, pushing against Mirin and unleashing a flood to the sound of Ciara’s shriek. Her eyes rolled and she slumped, but caught herself on the futa’s breasts, using them for leverage. Viscous squelches and slurps announced each movement.

None of the thirty-some vaginas Mirin conquered had gone like this. It was one thing to have them beg her to fuck them, another when she slid inside to a warm embrace, but this had some kick. She could lay there and wait for Ciara to break her own mind, but time wasn’t her friend. There was an important meeting in half an hour, one she needed Ciara mostly intact for.

“Nice try,” Mirin breathed. She lurched upright and pinned the redhead beneath her, using one hand to keep those hands in line, while the other kept a leg wide open. Ciara yowled and snapped at her like an animal, then whimpered as Mirin pulled back.

“I’ll put it back later,” Mirin said and aimed it lower. Just tasting pre-cum, combined with frequent edging, had left Ciara’s pussy thicker and juicer than any other. The fluid resembled Mirin’s pre more than the usual watery fem-cum, and provided the same lubricating service. With a thumb, she pulled her boss’s asshole open and plugged the orifice with her tip. Sense returned to Ciara’s eyes. She shook her head.

“Don’t worry,” Mirin soothed, leaning down so her cruel smirk filled the smaller girl’s vision, “I’ll plug it up. No mess. You can handle that meeting with your belly and bowels full of my spunk. Oh, and these.” She raised a hand and someone placed three bullet-like objects in the palm. Tape soon followed. A pair of top-heavy girls showed them to Ciara, then taped the bullets around her pussy. One on her clit, another at the base, and the third right between the folds.

A click signalled bursts of ecstasy to explode within Ciara. She arched her back, held down only by Mirin’s strength, and yelled out, which extended as the futa took advantage of the orgasm to push.

“My… my… my…” Ciara sounded like a broken record, lips gasping for the rest of the sentence. Her eyes were wide and glazed over, short hair plastered with sweat and what smelled like Sasha’s cum. It was a good look for her. Then again, Mirin loved the ‘fucked silly’ style most of her sluts adorned.

All that could bayan escort improve it was a heaving baby mountain. Calling them baby bumps was a disservice to the sheer number of young broiling away in the office, though most had yet to show even an inch of development. Erin and Brianne flaunted the inevitable future, that of fecund females waddling around, hands supporting guts larger than beach balls. She couldn’t wait to see who birthed more. Though she knew Cassidy had them all beat.

Just a few weeks pregnant and already showing. Mirin sighed at the thought of her girlfriend, whose body gradually awoke to its true shape day by day, going around school, enticing students with forbidden knowledge. Those of age would meet Mirin and have their worlds unravelled, then strung together, tied by a singular purpose.

Just as Ciara soon would. First, she needed to finish her role. Once the executive members were under Mirin’s thrall, then, maybe, the bitch would earn her womb a heady dose of semen. For her own safety, Mirin needed power, financial and political. If a bank were to suddenly mishandle half a country’s wealth, who knew what might happen. That was power.

“I’m in your ass,” Mirin whispered, “Did you know this was popular not that long ago? I can see why. It’s a bit dryer than a pussy or mouth, but the walls feel amazing. They’re squeezing me so hard. It’s like they’re milking me. Do you want my cum that badly?”

Ciara shuddered and moaned. The futa started pushing, taking care not to tear her boss apart, and slowly fed all eighteen inches inside. Her cock was still growing, its shape further contorting with finger-thick veins, everyday seeming to blossom further into a beautifully corrupt pillar.

“It hurts…” Ciara said.

“No it doesn’t,” Mirin chided with a shake of her head and hips, “I feel you moving around me, pulling me in.”

“I’m not.”

“Let’s ask your pussy then. Oh look, it’s drooling all over me. Unless you’re a huge pain slut, I doubt this hurts.”

“Pain?” Ciara murmured, as if she were in a dream, or waking from one. Masochism wasn’t uncommon among those Mirin fucked, most enjoyed it to some degree, though Ciara might be a rare one. Curious, Mirin grabbed both nipples and twisted. A blast of pussy cum splashed off her crotch, the anus tightened to a strangle hold, and Ciara cried out in bliss. Unbidden, laughter bubbled over Mirin’s lips.

“You’re a real masochist. I meant for that to hurt and you fucking came!” Beyond even Cassidy’s submissiveness, this bitch in heat was made for Mirin’s frustrations. Any moment she was angry or bored, she could do whatever she felt like and Ciara would beg for more.

“More?” Mirin asked, still holding the nipples in their twisted state.

“… yes.”

Once Ciara’s ass loosened a bit, Mirin also relaxed her control. Much as she despised most people and enjoyed their agony, the last thing anyone wanted was a bloody mess everywhere. So, with Ciara taking her giant prick with painful bliss, she let loose.

“Take a look everyone!” Mirin shouted and stood, holding Ciara up with one hand while still pounding her ass. At her command, not one person stayed seated. They all peeked over cubicles to see Ciara’s face wracked in ecstasy, her asshole stretching with Mirin’s cock like a wrapper. Their former boss’s cheeks were splayed wide, hiding nothing of the swelling ring as it distended for Mirin’s dick. The futa strode around the office, letting everyone have a shot at Ciara.

They spat on her, slapped her tits, yanked her cunt open and even bit hard enough to break skin. Through it all, Ciara moaned and came and begged Mirin to fuck her. Even as someone strangled her, she choked out moans with a disgusting smirk on her face.

“Alright, that’s enough. We need her ready for the meeting,” Mirin said and braced herself to cum. Her incredible pace was just a casual rhythm compared to her violent thrusts, which slammed her balls into Ciara’s rear, leaving imprints of their shape. The sound echoed throughout the room. Everyone had thought Mirin was an animal, a filthy, base creature. Maybe they had a point, she thought as she rammed toward climax. But the face Ciara made belonged in an abstract painting.

Her lips were plastered into a smile. Spittle from herself and others covered her cheeks, which she licked at, while her eyes were bloodshot and rolled back. It was the face of someone lost to society. Any chance she had of regaining her dignity was lost the second she learned how good being used felt. From here on, Mirin planned to train her into loving it. No matter who it was, regardless of what was requested of her, she’d comply and cum from doing so.

Mirin slammed her against a wall and thrust once, twice, then a final time and unleashed every millilitre of cum. It stretched her cock and Ciara’s ass as it raced through the winding circuit ahead. Such was her power, Mirin’s surge flooded every centimetre of Ciara’s innards, pouring into çağlayan escort her stomach and swelling it. All in one blast. The second and third distended the redhead further, until her gut squeezed between her and Mirin.

“Oops,” Mirin said after she set Ciara down, every drop crammed into her. She laid on her back, stomach rolling off to the sides and over her crotch, “Filled you a bit much. Can’t have you walking into the meeting like that.” Ciara focused long enough to follow the foot as it pushed against her belly. Her throat and cheeks bulged, then a sea of white poured out. Not just from the top, but her ass opened a tide as well. The floor was soon layered in gunk and Ciara’s stomach was just a squishy paunch.

“That’s better. Someone clean her up and make sure she’s lucid,” Mirin said, then crouched down to whisper in Ciara’s ear, “Do a good job and I’ll fuck your cunt next time.”

What was she doing? Ciara asked herself that time after time as she cleaned off the evidence of her anal fuck. Faint bruises splashed across her arms and chest, leaving the skin tender, which a fresh shirt covered. Her ass still burned and strained to close, but couldn’t. She clenched to no avail, instead forcing out a spurt of cum onto the bathroom floor. Others strut and waddled in and out, many commenting how useless she was to lose more semen.

She whirled on them every time and staggered. The jizz in her body sloshed, pulling her further then expected, and tried escaping. Ciara stared at her reflection blankly, unable to decide between disgust or disbelief. The door opened and Erin, the first of Mirin’s concubines, stepped in. Without delusions of superiority to cloud her mind, Ciara saw that woman as her future. Erin’s massive belly came to rest on the basin beside her.

“This is for you,” Erin said and plopped a round, rubber item before Ciara. She frowned at it, then noticed the pump attached and recognised the device from her grandmother’s stash; a butt plug. Unlike those, which tapered at the tip and gradually fattened, this thing was fat from start to finish. It had to be, she supposed, given how loose her anus was.

She said nothing, even as Erin knelt down and traced it around her pussy. Moisture brimmed and drooled down her legs in response, but the toy vanished before she could even moan, then it appeared again. Ciara clutched the sink and grunted, her anal walls stretched once more, swallowing the plug. Unlike Mirin’s cock, this didn’t move away. It left her uncomfortably full, yet relaxed. She no longer had to hold the muscles to avoid spilling the futa’s load.

Where one problem ended, another rose. Walking was a nightmare. Every step, she felt not just spunk as it churned inside her stomach and bowels, but also the toy as it pushed against her natural motions.

“Hmm, looks kind of loose,” Erin noted and grabbed the pump. Several squeezes later and Ciara’s legs quivered, however she refused to fall. It was the same width as Mirin’s cock now, causing the thin membrane between ass and pussy to all but vanish. She walked and the walls rubbed each other. If she reached inside, she could grab and move the plug through her cunt.

“Lets put this in here,” Erin said. The pump went up Ciara’s snatch, forcing her muscles to clamp on it and inflate the plug, “Better not get too excited, or you’ll rip yourself a new one.”

Why did it have to be her? Ciara wondered, though she continued with putting on her makeup to hide the stains of spit and pussy juice. Nothing would eradicate the odour, but not many people recognised it. If they did, that spoke more about how depraved they were than herself. Once presentable, Ciara left the bathroom and froze; Mirin stood before her.

“You remember what happens right? Do a good job and I’ll fuck this,” Mirin grabbed her by the crotch, “A bad job and I’ll make sure you’re too broken to even shit properly.”

Failure wasn’t an option. Ciara knew that before the threat. She had sampled having a cock inside her cunt and womb, felt the dregs of pre-cum as they leaked into her, and she wanted it properly. All she needed was to not draw attention and maybe lure a higher up to Mirin’s prick.

“Yes…” Ciara nodded, eyes never leaving the bulge in Mirin’s pants. Everyone wore their usual attire now, though most were ill-suited for it. Erin and Brianne hadn’t bothered and secluded themselves, knowing they’d bring too much attention. The rest might get away with it.

In fact, only Ciara had the body of a respectable asexual. A tiny smirk played on her lips. She couldn’t call herself respectable, or asexual either. There was no mistaking the burning in her uterus, or the constant swishing of cum inside her, or how she wanted Mirin to choke her and fuck her and snap her mind in two. Ciara shook her head free of those thoughts.

“They’re here,” someone – Samantha? – said. She was bursting out from her clothes, the buttons of her shirt stretched into diamonds, while her nipples tented it. The base of her ass extended past her skirt.

“Get to work,” Mirin said and spanked her ass in goodbye. The blow sent tremors through Ciara’s body, down her pussy, which squeezed the pump again. She caught her breath and adjusted her clothes to hide the new pudge on her belly.

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A Prince, A Trollop, A Troll Ch. 01

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It was long tradition that the night before her formal betrothal the princess to be wed would spend the night locked in the tower of the northern keep guarded by her husband to be. It was an ancient tradition where the first king of Pridania spirited away his beloved from her homeland—the king’s family’s long-standing enemy—-and locked her in his castle’s tower to keep her safe from her father’s army. The alternate version of the story is he abducted and raped the daughter of his family’s rivals and kept her locked in his tower as she produced five sons and three daughters during the next twenty years. The version of the story believed largely depended on one’s birthplace: west of the River Ardo believed the first version, east of the River claimed the second version to be true. The actual truth was lost to history, but the tradition for the men of the Pridan family remained.

The minor prince Dev waited at the base of the tower outside the heavy wooden door with two of his men at arms. The three of them were hardly an army, or even a decent guard, but it was just a ritual that was observed for tradition. His men had even taken the tradition of drinking wine while they waited for the midnight bell whereupon Dev would scale the tower stairs and take his bride to start their ritual betrothal.

Ven and Ord were already drunk, laughing and joking at Dev having to wait to take the maidenhead of his bride to be. When Ven made that statement, Dev snorted in response.

“Her maidenhead is long gone,” he commented with a grin.

“Oh ho, and you took it I suppose?” Ord asked. He was swaying back and forth slightly as if fighting a steady breeze.

“That’s what she told me…but she certainly didn’t behave like a maiden when I penetrated her.” Dev couldn’t help but smile at the memory. Theirs hadn’t been a long courtship, but it had been intense. The princess did not come to the relationship a virgin, of that Dev was sure. He didn’t care the least of her history; he wasn’t interested in an innocent girl for a wife, he wanted a hussy who could match his drive.

“Bit of a trollop, is she?” Ven leered.

“Not a bit,” Dev said. “She’s a pure trollop.”

The other two burst out laughing at the braggadocio he used to display his wife-to-be’s libido.

“And what would her father say about that?” Ord asked.

Dev lifted an eyebrow and looked out the corner of his eye at his loyal retainer. “I asked him about that. He said he was glad to marry her off, nothing but trouble since the day she was born, he was half worried he was going to half to ship her off to the nuns if she got a bellyful before she was married.”

The two men looked in surprise at Dev, then burst out laughing again. The laughter was suddenly cut short as thick black arrows suddenly sprouted from Ord and Ven’s chests. They tried to breathe, sucking heavily to catch their breath, but it was useless. The pair slid to the ground as Dev stood rooted in place, unable to move, not comprehending what was happening.

A moment later his head rang with pain and he found himself on his knees trying to clear his vision. His ears were filled with a dull roar and waves of nausea rolled over him.

“Stupid human,” a guttural voice said to him. “Waiting here, on troll lands, to bed a woman. Why wait? I’ll take her now.”

Dev was then kicked in the stomach by a heavy leather boot. The force of the blow picked him up and threw his body against the side of the tower, knocking the wind out of his lungs. He gasped for breath as his attacker came into view. The light of the full moon illuminated the ugly face of the troll that had assaulted him. Its gray-green skin was mottled with brown spots; red eyes flared under an impossibly heavy brow and sharp, pointed teeth protruded from its maw. Black, rubbery lips pulled back in a leer of pleasure. “When I’m done with your woman, I’ll come back here and kill you,” the troll promised and kicked Dev in the head, knocking him out.

The troll then ripped the oak door off the hinges and entered the tower. Like most trolls he was incredibly tall and broad, this monster stood nearly eight feet tall and weighed just over a half ton, in a fight he was more than a match for any normal human. The tower had been built to defend the frontier and as such the hallways and stairs fatih escort were extra wide. The troll still had difficulty working his way up the spiral staircase, his wide shoulders, heavy armor and long spear gave him little room to maneuver. The long stairway ended at the tower top room were a woman was casually lounging on the large bed covered with rich silk coverings.

“You’re early,” she called out to him. Her eyes were half-closed and the cloying smell of stimweed smoke was heavy in the air. The woman, the princess, the troll told himself, was chained to the heavy wrought iron bed. The silver chain looped around her left ankle, the length of the restraint ran around the bed, and was securely locked to a heavy black ring at the foot of the bed. In other circumstances the ritual presentation would have been erotic, but the unexpected presence of the troll instead made it terrifying.

“I did not know I was expected,” the troll growled in the human language. He hated using the human’s words, but they found him speaking in their language all the more horrifying. The moment he spoke, the girl froze, then shot open her eyes and gazed at him, frightened like a rabbit caught in the open field by a diving hawk. He grunted in satisfaction at her reaction and dropped his weapons.

“Don’t hurt me,” she whimpered. “Don’t kill me.”

He grunted again. “I won’t kill you,” he promised. “But I can’t promise this won’t hurt.”

To her credit the princess held her composure. She was in a completely vulnerable position for she had been waiting for her lover but was instead confronted by a monster. There was no way she could possibly fight off the troll—that she had presence of mind enough to realize—and instead chose to flee, but forgot she was still chained to the bed. She moved lithely, quickly, as someone accomplished with the strengths and limits of her body, but the moment the silver chain reached its full length, she was jerked to the ground. She had been trying to reach one of the windows opposite the stairs’ entrance, but fell pitifully short.

Gork stood impassive and amused. Human females were frighteningly frail compared to the sturdy troll women he normally fucked, still there was something indefinable and compelling about the human female form. This one was almost already fully revealed to him. She wore only a thin, sheer white chemise to cover her breasts; it barely reached her midriff. Her loins and buttocks were even less protected; a loincloth-like garment—this one even more sheer than the top—half-hid her yellow fur covered pudenda though left her smoothly curved buttocks exposed for the material pulled up between the cleft. It wasn’t something any self-respecting troll would wear, but humans were an odd race. The girl struggled and whimpered as Gork advanced on her, but the chain wouldn’t release her and she carried no weapon.

“Fight back if you want,” he said to her stopping just a few paces from her crouching form. “You won’t hurt me.” He half grunted, half laughed. “I like a female that fights.” Moving impossibly quickly his giant hand shot out and caught her arm. She screamed in terror and tried to get away but his grip was like iron. He casually twisted her arm and tossed her back on the bed where she landed in a twisted heap.

Wasting no time he pounced on her and pulled at the silken garment covering her sex. She struggled, confused as her long, golden hair fell into her face, the panties stretched, then tore, leaving bright red welts on her skin, but she was now open and exposed to the troll.

“Fight,” he told her, flipping her onto her back. The girl’s pink nipples were now exposed for her chemise had rucked up, releasing her oversized breasts. They were unattractive to Gork’s eyes, but he wasn’t here for the view. Taking his instruction to heart, the girl began to fight back, she clawed and hit at the massive forearm that was pinning her to the bed. Gork barely felt her struggles. “Good,” he complimented her, keeping her down with his hand and supplementing her immobility with a heavy foot on her ankle chain.

In a practiced, one-handed move he opened up the front of his leather armor and pulled out his sex organ. It was only half-erect but the size was intimidating to a simple human girl. It was more massive than any penis escort bayanlar she had ever seen on a horse or bull. It wasn’t the fact she was about to be raped that scared her. Romina was frightened by the sheer size of the organ that was going to penetrate her. After a moment’s pause in her struggles she redoubled her efforts to fight off the troll, but it was a useless for the monster was far too strong for her.

“This will hurt,” the troll informed her. Romina had no doubt of that and so she resumed her struggles again, but between the troll’s hand and the chain, there was little she could do to improve her situation. He wrenched her legs open as wide as possible to accommodate his substantial girth. Unready for coitus, her sex was closed and dry, that didn’t matter to Gork, but he knew it would be impossible for him to enjoy the act if he weren’t able to correctly penetrate her. The problem was solved by a simple dose of troll instinct.

Romina felt her nether regions suddenly soaked in a warm liquid. She looked down at herself, panicked that perhaps the monster had cut her open and her blood was flowing out. But that was far from the situation. A stream of a white-yellow viscous liquid was issuing forth from the monster’s penis; at first she thought he was p1ss1ng on her but realized that was wrong. Gork’s dark red eyes had half rolled up into his skull and for the briefest of moments she thought maybe he had over-excited himself and finished the job before he had started.

“Urgh,” he grunted as his eyes refocused. “Now you’ll be able to take me.” He wiped his cock around in the sticky-slick liquid that pooled on her belly, then presented the head to her opening. “This is going to hurt you,” he told her with a leering grin, then shoved his mottled green cock forward and into her body.

Romina screamed in pain so loudly her throat went raw from the exertion. Fully erect his sex was nearly two feet long and as wide as her doubled up fists. At first it didn’t truly hurt her, but once the overlarge head was inside of her and he kept pushing more and more into her body, the pain became unbearable. She screamed and cried and whimpered and struggled to get away, but everything she did was useless. And worse her reaction only excited Gork even more. His member hardened so that it was like a hewn from the heart of an oak. He wasn’t able to sink his entire length into her—that would have been flatly impossible—but he tried as hard as he could to force as much of himself inside her as possible. Once he bottomed out, he grunted, pulled back, and thrust in again.

Once she had been initially penetrated and stretched, Romina found the actual thrusting to be much less painful. There was little she could do at this point and resigned herself to be held down by the monster’s massive paw and organ. It was princesses duty, she had been told time and time again, to do many things she would find distasteful and demeaning. She told herself this was one of those occasions.

It didn’t take the monster long to find a rhythm he enjoyed; once he did he starting laying into Romina. She had resolved to suffer under the troll’s humiliation, but was shocked and horrified when her body started to betray her and the sensations of the troll’s cock in her pussy began to arouse her.

Gork first noticed the change in his victim’s state when Romina stopped crying and mewling her agony and began breathing heavily and groaning in response to his thrusts. “Good,” he complimented her. “Human females always learn to enjoy a fucking from a troll.” He barked out his laughter.

There was nothing Romina could do. He was ugly and disgusting but he was giving her incredible pleasure and pain at the same time. She turned her head so she wouldn’t have to look at him, closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations filling her body. She struggled and pushed against her body’s involuntary reaction, but she could only resist for so long. Soon her body started shaking uncontrollably and she cried out again, this time not from the pain, but from the crashing waves of pleasure that brought her to climax.

There was the briefest of pauses in Gork’s motions as he watched Romina’s orgasm. He let out his grunting laugh and then resumed his motions. Romina was now fully engaged. She never imagined çapa escort she would have been able to accept such a large organ into her tiny pussy, but it was taking place. Her thighs were splayed wide and it felt as if she were being split in twain, but the pain was almost worth the pleasure. Disgusted at her reaction to her violation, she cried. She told herself the tears were because of the crime being committed against her, but in her secret heart she could admit the pain mixed with pleasure was so shameful that she perversely found some joy.

Because the monster was so much larger than the nubile princess she couldn’t reach his body with her hands, she couldn’t embrace him. She was little more than a pinned target of the massive spear that sprouted from his groin. So long was his weapon that even Gork could barely reach Romina. He liked it better than way, he could watch her and didn’t have touch more of her too soft and smooth skin.

He was a troll of large appetites and pleasures. It always took Gork a long time to reach the apex of his mating ritual; during his long thrusting he brought Romina to orgasm two more times. Each time made him laugh. But finally even the masterful troll had had enough and he prepared himself to seed his mate.

There was little that could control the actions of a troll once his orgasm started. His red eyes fully rolled up into his skull and his thrusts became more urgent. Pungent sweat broke out all over his body and he faintly trembled with desire.

When his time finally came, Romina found herself screaming again, this time because of pure pain. His seed burst into her and it burned worse than any of the hottest foods she had ever eaten, worse than a boiling bath, worse than the time her older brother held her hand over the fire. So great was the pain she wanted to vomit, but her body was paralyzed with the pain. Finally it was over for Gork’s penis contracted slightly and he slipped out of her body. When he pulled out she felt an odd sense of emptiness, almost loneliness, though the pain greatly abated when he was gone. His exertions had completed exhausted the troll and he collapsed to the floor next to the bed.

“That was wonderful,” he grunted up to her. “What did you think?”

Romina just rolled to her side and tried to keep from crying. Her body shook slightly with her sobs and her thighs burned with the fluid that leaked out of her sex. It was too much to process all at once. Now that it was over she dreaded to discover what the monster had planned for her next.

“Well?” he grunted after a long silent pause, he liked to be complimented after breeding a female. Romina didn’t want to admit anything to him, her pain or her pleasure. “Was I the best you ever had?” He laughed as if he already knew the answer.

Romina only whimpered noncommittally because she didn’t want to admit the truth. Gork struggled back to his feet and stood next to the bed, his organ still hanging out of his leather breaches. “Every female loves to be stabbed with a weapon like this!” he declared, grabbing his cock and shaking it at her.

Romina could barely open her eyes to acknowledge him.

“What about you?” a voice asked from behind the troll. “Do you like a weapon like this?” A moment later a bright silver spearhead burst through Gork’s chest accompanied by a spray of dark red, nearly purple, blood that covered the bed and the princess. Gork tried to turn around to face his attacker, but he was held fast by his attacker. He was far from dead but was rapidly dying. In frustration he reached up and snapped the head off the spear and took two steps forward, freeing his body from the shaft of the weapon.

“I’ll kill you!” Gork spluttered, stumbling around, unable to focus. Blood was flowing down his chest, staining the thick black fur on his torso and around his cock. More was coming out of his mouth.

“I doubt it,” Dev said, slipping nimbly aside as the troll swiped at him, lost his balance and fell to the floor dead.

“How?” was all Romina could think to ask. She was still covered in the troll’s blood and stunned by both attacks. Dev was bruised and battered from his earlier beating from Gork. He walked forward and picked up the bloody spearhead where it Gork had dropped it.

“My family has always been prepared. We’ve stored troll killing spears here for years, just a bit of magic lets it slip through troll hide like a hot knife into butter.” He wasn’t able to say anything else, but took a few more steps forward and collapsed on the bed next to his wife to be.

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Ephus – A demigod possessing the power to repower the gods

Quinn Markov – human wife of Ephus

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Odin – War god, main god of the Norse gods

Frigg – Wife of Odin, promoter of marriage and fertility

Freya – a goddess associated with love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold, and seiðr.

Thor – a hammer-wielding god associated with lightning, thunder, storms, sacred groves and trees, strength, the protection of mankind, hallowing, and fertility- son of Odin

Loki – a mischievous god who can shape-shift and can take up animalistic forms.

Vali – son of the god Odin, the god of eternal light

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Egyptian Deities

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Bast – Goddess of cats, protection, joy, dance, music, family, and love

Serket – Goddess of scorpions, medicine, magic, and healing venomous stings and bites

Thoth – God of knowledge

Sekhmet- Goddess of fire, war, and dance

Hathor – Goddess of the sky, dance, love, beauty, joy, motherhood, foreign lands, mining, music and fertility.

Maat – Goddess of Truth and Justice

Tefnut – Goddess of Rain, Air, Moisture, Weather, Dew, Fertility, and Water

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Greek Deities

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Hera – Queen of the Greek gods, sister and wife of Zeus

Aphrodite – Daughter of Zeus and Dione, Goddess of love, beauty and sexuality

Artemis – Daughter of Zeus and Leto, goddess of the hunt, the moon, and chastity

Athena – Daughter of Zeus and Metis, goddess of wisdom, courage, inspiration, civilization, law and justice, strategic warfare, mathematics, strength, strategy, the arts, crafts, and skill.

Enyo – Daughter of Zeus and Hera, goddess of war and destruction, sister of Ares

Eris – Daughter of Zeus and Hera, sister of Ares – minor goddess of discord and strife

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Titans

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Cronus – The King of the Titan, and the god of destructive time–time which devours all.

Iapetus – The Titan god of mortality and the allotment of the mortal lifespan.

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Bast looked suspiciously at her brother, it wasn’t like him not to have a come back to her, after one of her burrs. She walked up to stare into his eyes, trying to see if he was all there. Seeing nothing wrong, she looked at Serket, who nodded, then moved to Thoth.

She started to move around him with her hands out feeling all of him.

Thoth’s eyes opened wide, “what are you doing?” He asked.

“As your sisters, we are worried something is wrong with you,” Serket said.

Thoth could only shake his head as he stared first at Bast, then Serket. What in th hell was their problem now?

As both his sisters moved around him examining him, he again thought that they were only using a trick on him. Narrowing his eyes at them, he was going through all that he knew to figure out what they were up to.

He watched even closer as Serket’s power started to make him itch. Damn if she wasn’t going far deeper than he’d ever felt her go.

“Enough!” Thoth shouted, Serket’s power was now starting to become annoying. “Still, I don’t know what the two of you are up to.”

“You aren’t acting as you usually do. Never have you not had something to say after I insulted you. We are both afraid that something has happened to you,” Bast said.

Clarity then came to Thoth’s eyes, “You might say that I have actually learned something. My brother has suggested that I listen more. I have seen more than just merit from it,” Thoth said.

Both Bast and Serket looked at each other with their mouths hanging open.

“Perhaps,” started Bast, “it truly was a new era when I discovered our Ephus.”

Both Thoth and Serket could only nod their agreement.

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Odin, Thor, Freya, Frigg, Vali and the now numbering twenty Valkyries were gathered around Ephus. Odin was shaking his head in disbelief, though that was all he was doing. The wrath of his wife and Freya was something he had no desire to face again.

Odin moved to Thor, whispering, “for as powerful as he is, you’d think he’d not succumb.”

“I can still hear you husband, after saving Gungnir, going into the past, powering us up, you still don’t believe. I might take a few of the suggestions to deny you everything!” Frigg growled at her husband.

“We both doubt that you could do as much. Remember HE gave you back your power, plus several others,” Freya said.

A moment later, both Goddesses started to growl at Odin, then to his shock, so did Thor and Vali.

“As long as I have been guarding our realm, you know I trust no one. Even with all that he has done in the other realms, I can not trust him. Though the return of Gungnir has merter escort helped, I need more,” Odin said in his defense.

Ephus sat there a moment trying to think of something to change his mind. Ephus arose, snapping his fingers and walking to Odin.

“If I was not trustworthy, then I would have done this long before now,” Ephus said as he started to lay a hand on Odin’s shoulder. Gungnir started to move between the two, then backed up. Almost immediately, Odin gasped, then fell to the floor.

A scream issued from Odin’s lips as he gasped out hard, from an unknown feeling, pain, massive pain. “Now if I wanted to take this realm? You would already be no more,” Ephus said.

Ephus could see that all there were extremely tense. Gungnir was begging him in his mind to restore Odin.

Ephus went to a knee by Odin, “as I said that is if I wanted this realm, I do not. I know not what more I can do to prove this. Here enough, I think you can see what my point was,” Ephus said, touching Odin’s shoulder again.

Odin drew in a deep breath, then sat up with a look of pure hatred.

Ephus shook his head looking at Freya and Frigg. “I am sorry that you came to me with a leader like this one.” Ephus bowed to all the Valkyries, the Freya and Frigg. “I can not and will not go against ther leader of the realm.” Here Ephus turned a sad face toward Odin, “may those I freed find another realm to live in.”

Both Freya and Frigg rushed to Ephus, “Please, Ephus, we need you here, Loki still has far more power than we can defeat,” both said.

Ephus sadly shook his head, “I can do no more. I can not help nor stay where I am not wanted,” kissing both Goddesses, he vanished.

Twenty-four sets of eyes turned slowly to stare at Odin. “Good, he is gone, now, I can set out to retake the realm.” The same twenty-four sets of eyes then stared at him as if he’d lost his mind.

“You know what? Have fun, father. This is a battle neither Vali nor I wish to participate in. Betrayal does not sit well with either of us,” Thor said with an agreeing Vali, then they both vanished.

“I and the Valkyries will also not betray he who saved us,” Freya said as she and the twenty Valkyries vanished.

A deep sigh sounded behind Odin. “I have seen you stubborn before this? It is by far the most un-godlike thing you have ever done. I will not help you to lose what of the realm we have regained. I will be here after you are beaten, though I will not fight with you,” Frigg said, as a chair appeared on which she sat to glare at him.

“Frigg, you have to understand,” Odin started, ’til Frigg held up a hand.

“No, I do not wish to hear you make another fool of yourself. Now, go since you think you can do this alone as no one is going to help you,” Frigg growled.

Odin’s mouth dropped open, not believing that everyone had left him.

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Ephus appeared outside his home, his anger far greater than he’d thought it was.

Within moments, Ephus felt quite a few amounts of godly power approaching him. A moment later, Thoth, Bast and Serket appeared. Even more surprising was when his Greek Goddess’s wife appeared.

First was Aphrodite, then Athena, Artemis, then Enyo. All six females were quite pregnant, each had a weapon and appeared to be furious.

Ephus sighed. He forgot just how attuned to him they were. He then started to feel quite a few gods as they were rushing to him. All is well, my brothers, besides, I have six of your sisters here. Ephus thought and was shocked when his other Egyptian goddess wives appeared.

First was Sekhmet, then Hathor. Followed by Maat and Tefnut, like the others, they were all very pregnant. Make that all ten of them. He felt the male Gods retreat, though the females were not that easily swayed.

Ephus was still trying to convince them that all was well when an almost full-term Eris appeared. She stumbled towards Ephus, breathing hard.

“I didn’t want you out there so close to your time,” A concerned Ephus said.

“Mast—, husband,” Eris said with a lowered head. “I do not want to fail you, on what I have gained and the little one,” here she indicated her swollen belly.

Eris touched Ephus’ head, letting all that she’d seen and heard flow to him. “Thank you,” he said, then turned to Serket. “Serket, please help her. I know hardly any of you trust her. Trust me ok? Please help her.”

Serket looked at Eris, a look of hate on her face that melted when she looked at Ephus. “I will do everything I can,” Serket started when another huge god power appeared.

Hera looked around seeing her daughter Eris in distress. “I believe that you will need help,” Hera told a shocked Serket. All the other Goddesses’ eyes were wide as Serket nodded to Hera as they both nodded to Ephus and vanished.

All his other wives moved to comfort him as concern dominated his features. “I bayan escortlar do not remember any of you having this much trouble,” a worried Ephus said.

She will be fine, several of his Egyptian and Greek Goddess’ wives said.

It was therefore the scene that Odin was confronted with when he appeared outside. Odin’s eyes were large as he felt at least eleven fully powered god powers. Then there was what felt like two extremely powerful demigods.

Odin shook his head as he wondered what he’d walked into. At least he was ’til, those eleven powers appeared around him.

Again Odin’s eyes went huge, almost all of them were as strong as, if not more than, his own wife.

“YOU!” A male Godly voice shouted to him. “I see that the bastard god Odin has come to start a war, so be it! I shall call the God and Goddess more than able to handle you.”

“I think I can handle him,” Enyo said as she drew her sword.

“Not yet, Enyo,” Ephus said.

Enyo’s face dropped in disappointment, then she felt a kick near her stomach.

“See? I’m not the only one that thinks it’s a bad idea,” Ephus said.

Enyo blushed then kissed Ephus. “I can see that, husband. He kicks as hard as you do my Ephus. I miss our combat lessons,” Enyo said.

“I am sure that we can resume them after he is born,” Ephus said, causing a smile to light up Enyo’s face.

Turning toward Odin, Ephus growled for a moment, “what business do you have here, Odin? I am upset enough to turn all my wives loose on you. They do not take kindly to any that piss me off, as you did. Not even Zeus was this bad and I damn near wanted to end him.”

A near hissing voice came from behind Ephus, “please husband, let us loose upon him. You gave him two chances just like that arrogant Zeus. It has been too long since we destroyed another god,” all eyes turned to see a very angry Bast.

Ephus turned, then was in front of Bast, “be still my Bast, Enyo. Both of you stand beside me while I finish this,” Ephus said. “As I said, Odin, what do you want? I gave you and your realm two chances. I don’t think I can give more. Thing is, if you betray my trust again, I’d have to end you.”

There were a few gaps from behind Ephus, causing him to turn, seeing Frigg, Freya and Thor.

“I believe you even if father doesn’t. I also believe that you could end any of us, well not your wives,” Thor said, which elicited more than a few giggles from almost all the females there.

That was ’til there was a shout, then what appeared to be a blur flashed past them. They were even more shocked when Odin was knocked over, unable to move a sword pointing at his throat.

“I want you to move! You upset my husband an unforgiveable offense, so please move!” Quinn Markov said as she actually drew blood from Odin’s throat. Ephus placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned, prepared to fight, only to smile in shock at her husband.

“Alright all of you, let me handle this, please return and rest,” Ephus said.

All of them grumbled, then kissed him with a glare at Odin, then each left. Well, all but Quinn, Bast and Thoth.

Odin’s eyes were still huge. No one had ever taken him like she had. The fact that she listened to Ephus more than raised him in Odin’s eyes.

Then, to the shock of all there, Odin bowed to Ephus. “It appears that I was more than wrong,” Odin said in a low voice. Again there were several gasps from his wife Frigg, Freya and his on Thor.

“Wrong?” Ephus said with raised eyebrows,”how is that, Odin?” Again there were gasps at the contempt in Ephus’s voice.

“I have fought so long to protect Asgard, this trust is a rare, nearly unheard of thing. Now, after all this time, do I realize that you were speaking the truth,” Odin said, still slightly bowed.

“Hmmm,” Ephus said as he regarded Odin critically. “As I said, I haven’t given any a third chance. I do realize your point of view, I don’t agree with it though, I understand.”

Ephus stood there for a few minutes then nodded. “Have you reached a decision?” Odin asked.

“I have. I will help restore your realm. It will be on my terms, understood?” Ephus said, staring at Odin.

Odin’s eyes went large, then he nodded his assent, Ephus then grasped Odin’s arm at the wrist, as did Odin to Ephus.

“Now then, the terms. You help me, you don’t question what I do. I have some experience with this. I am going to go at Loki hard. He’s already lost half his support, so he’s more dangerous. Plus, he has powerful help from the Greek Titans, not as much a problem as they were,” Ephus said.

“I and the others will provide you with all the help you require,” Odin said with a truly genuine smile.

“Good,” Ephus said. “There will be combat though. When I say stop I mean it,” here Ephus was staring at a sheepish Thor.

“I will try to remember, brother Ephus,” a now fully smiling Thor said.

“Alright,” Ephus started as he started to outline besiktaş escort the plan.

Not far from the front of the Asgardian castle, a group of males and females appeared. They immediately engaged the fire giants that were there. After the first was vanquested then it reappeared, none reappeared after it.

Thor and Ephus were at the front of their party. After twenty were gone, Ephus held up a hand. The party stopped, then vanished. They soon appeared in another area, engaging another group of fire giants. Again, another twenty were vanquished, the group vanishing right before reinforcements arrived.

Loki was raging within the castle, he had to get a handle on the situation. He’d already knocked all the giant leaders through several walls.

This demi-god was nothing to him and the Titans. There was no reason that he couldn’t defeat him. Loki was going through all that happened before this, when there were several gasps. Then Loki was hit in the stomach, driving him through several walls.

Loki flew back out of the hole his body had made. He was met with a double-fisted slam to his face and chin. This drove him to the ground. Loki tried to stand, though he found that his legs wouldn’t listen to him.

“Well, little boy!” Ephus sneered at him, “I am actually here and still, you can’t stop me. I thought that you were all mouth and no substance, pathetic!” Here Ephus started to laugh at Loki. “Come on little boy, here I am, I thought you were going to take care of me.”

The giant leaders were trying to get to him though they weren’t making any progress. With a nod, Ephus punched toward the stone giant, making it disappear.

From behind him Ephus felt Loki get to his feet. “I will enjoy breaking you! You will be my finest slave,” Loki was screaming.

Again, Ephus started to laugh, “you and what army? You’ve lost over half of the giants you had. Including the rock giant leader and half of the Valkyries. The Titans’ power isn’t going to be enough to help you keep this realm.”

Ephus smiled to himself. Loki was about to explode. Maybe he could end it here. No, he thought, his luck was never that good.

Loki tried to get him by moving faster, which only got him clipped back into the wall. This time Loki was actually dazed, though a look of angry determination was on his face.

Ephus looked at the two giant leaders left and the leader of the dark elves. Ephus hoped he had enough to overcome the one he chose. Reaching out, he again punched one of the leaders, slightly surprised when it didn’t reappear.

Loki’s eyes went large, then he screamed as he attacked Ephus with all he had. “You will pay for that!” This time Ephus actually had a hard time blocking. A moment later he heard Thor, then he smiled.

“Well, pokey Loki, it’s been fun, I can see that the end of all this is going to be easier than I thought. No stone giants, no dark elves, tsk, tsk pokey Loki, keep this up? You’ll be alone soon, bye!” Ephus said as he vanished.

Loki, screamed at Ephus as he popped out. Five of the Titans appeared beside Loki. They had been trying to restrain Ephus, with no effect.

“Here we were told that you had power,” Cronus said snidely to Loki.

“ME!!!” Screamed Loki, “this was your damn plan. I thought that the five of you could hold him!”

Cronus and Loki growled at each other, then they started to throw energy bolts at each other. Loki caught the worst of them though he did get a few in. This nearly set them at each other’s throats.

“You two fight, Iapetus go after Ephus. No one does to Iapetus what he did and lives.” Iapetus said, then stopped short when Cronus grasped him by the throat.

“I’m afraid I can’t allow that, Iapetus, you have a tendency to run your mouth. No, I’d feel better if you stayed here,” Cronus said.

Loki started to laugh, which got him somewhat deep-fried. “I’d have thought by now that you’d learned you had no real power. That most of your power is from us,” Cronus said.

The other three Titans with them kept their mouths shut even if they agreed with Cronus.

Cronus tossed Loiki against the wall. The little shit was getting too big for his britches. “Remember your place boy, or you, like the others, may end up with nothing,” Cronus said.

Loki spit as he turned back toward Cronus, “You remember Cronus, leader of the Titans. You would be nowhere without me. The same as when you went against him. At least I have you closer than you’ve ever been.”

Cronus’s face showed extreme anger, then quickly cleared as he turned to Loki. “Yes, you got me closer, though not without a lot of help. Never forget that, perhaps I should remove my power and let you go at it on your own, hmm?”

Turning away, Cronus vanished back to the Titans prison. It will be a good day indeed when he can kill that imbecile of a god.

Ephus appeared before Odin, a broad smile on his face. “How many?” He asked Thor.

“After you vanished, we took another two hundred. Though not a lot, they are reduced with their numbers. I take it your mission was a success?” Thor asked.

Ephus nodded, two of the four leaders he had helping were gone, as well as their soldiers.

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Our orders had been clear. Capture the elf girl and bring her back to the camp. Simple, right? Well, no, not really. After inspecting the condition of my squad following the attack on the carriage, I finally understood why we are losing the war despite outnumbering the elves three to one. Their ten guards had managed to slay forty-nine of our best men before dying.

All that was left was little old me. And, of course, the elf girl.

I had no idea who she was. They rarely told us the details of our missions. All I knew is that she was important. Very, very important.

She also was, without any doubt, the most gorgeous creature to ever graze my eyes. Beautiful blond hair framed her delicate face which was comprised of twinkling green eyes, rosy cheeks and a tender smile.

Her outfit was of particular note as well. A green dress that left her shoulders and cleavage bear, flowing down all the way to her shoes. The chains around her wrists, ankles and neck were courtesy of yours, truly. As was the cloth gag.

I had made a campfire for us to sleep tonight and tomorrow we’d resume our journey.

The prospect of sleep seemed less and less plausible as the elf girl emitted whatever hellish screeches she could through the gag. It had been an hour since she had started. I had hoped that she would tire herself out eventually. That didn’t look like it was going to happen.

“What do you want?” I said angrily, getting up to my feet.

She tilted her head at me, her eyes flashing amusement. The sounds continued.

I walked over to her and pulled the gag off.

“Why are you making so much noise?” I asked.

“I’m in heat,” she said easily.

I recoiled, speechless. She responded to my expression with a bubbling laugh.

“I’m joking. You should have seen your face,” she said, still laughing.

“Once again, what do you want?” I asked, temper flaring.

“Ooh, scary. Fine. I want a lot of things. Some you can give me, others I’m afraid you can’t,” she said, her pale eyes staring into mine.

“Let me rephrase the question. Is there anything I can do that will make you shut up?”

“You could kill me. But I imagine you need me alive. You could also find something more substantial to gag me with. I think we’ve got a volunteer,” she said, nodding towards my crotch.

Only then did I realise I was hard as a rock. I felt myself blush and moved back a few paces.

“Awwh, don’t be embarrassed. I know I have this effect on men and elves alike. Besides, I’m horny too. You just can’t see it as obviously.”

I stared at her, incredulous.

“It’s true. If you brutes hadn’t attacked us, I’d be home by now, having a go at myself. Or perhaps I’d have had someone help me.”

“These brutes are simply people fighting for their freedom,” I snapped.

“I never said I didn’t like brutes. I’ve always wanted to be with one, you know. I hear you’re as wild in the bed as you are in the battlefield. Our elven boys are a tad more…delicate. Boring, really. But I hear you have fire. And I want to be burnt.”

Her eyes pinned me down, stole my breath. They left me hunting for the right thing to say. I couldn’t find it.

“What is your name, by the way?” She asked.

“Erik,” I said. “And you are?”

Her eyes grew confused, then wicked.

“Oh, dear, you don’t know who I am? Wonderful. Sel. That is my name. Tell me, Erik, have you ever been with a woman?”

“Of course I have.”

“Of course you have! You’re a big man. And tell me, have you ever been with an elf?”

“No,” I said, trying to sound indifferent.

“No? I’ve heard there are a lot of my kind who have defected to your human kingdoms. I guess you’ve just been unlucky. Many work as whores, too. I’ve considered it, you know. Getting plowed by human after human and making money? Sounds fun. Would you visit me?”

“I don’t rent women.”

“How noble of you. And if I took to you and offered for free?”

I looked down at my feet and took a deep breath. She was wearing my defenses down, overpowering my self control. I raised my eyes and was finally broken by her devious smile.

“I’d fuck you like there was no tomorrow,” I said, immediately regretting it.

“Then do it,” Sel said, her voice impassive.

“What?”

“Come here and fuck me till I can’t walk. Spread my legs apart and ravish my elven flower,” she said, not a hint of any emotion other than lust in her eyes.

“I can’t. I’m to take you back to-“

“You can take me wherever you want after,” she said, cutting me off. “But now I just want to feel you inside me. Have you ever wondered why elf whores get paid ten times as much as human ones?”

“Novelty?” I asked, smiling sardonically.

“It’s because they’re ten times as good.”

I arched an eyebrow at her. “Is that so?”

“You can have a sample if you don’t believe me,” she said.

Back at home, they’d most likely take my head if they found out I was seduced by a prisoner. But that was only if they found out…

“I…”

“Come on. What’s going to happen? Just fuck topkapı escort me and I’ll let you sleep.”

That was an offer I couldn’t very well pass up. I took of my boots and undid my belt. My pants fell down to my ankles and I stepped out of them, naked from the waist down. Her eyes had widened, focusing on my cock.

“So it is true,” she whispered to herself.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Well, I’d heard rumors that humans well much more well-endowed than elves. I guess it’s true.”

I was, at least as far as I could tell, not carrying anything particularly impressive down there. This was the first time someone has marveled at my size. I was beginning to like her more and more.

“Come over. I want to see if they taste differently too,” Sel said and I obliged her.

Her tongue ran across the head, tasting it.

“Nope. Still delicious,” she said, licking her lips.

We proceeded to stare at each other for the next five seconds. Then five more.

“I’m not sure if you’re aware, Erik, but I’m kind of chained up here,” she said, the metal clanking as she shook her hands. “You’re going to have to help me a bit.”

“How?”

“And you’re wondering why we’re your overlords. Grab my head, you moron. Pull my mouth on your cock,” she said and I followed her instructions. There was something very stately about her voice. The insults hardly even registered. The commands certainly did. Slowly, I moved her up and down, up and down. Her lips caressed my shaft, her tongue slid along my head. I moaned lightly which appeared to excite her, so I upped the volume.

She tried to say something but it came out unintelligible, so I pulled her away from me.

“I want to try the entire thing,” she said.

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure.”

Carefully, I pulled her mouth on to my cock until the entire thing disappeared. I heard her choke and pulled her away immediately.

She breathed hard, her eyes watering slightly. But tears weren’t the only thing I noticed in them. There also lived a wicked arousal.

“Again,” she said. “Don’t be gentle. Hold me there as I choke.”

I slammed my entire length into her mouth and held her head firmly in place as she gagged on my cock repeatedly. When I pulled out, drool was streaming down her chin.

Once she had regained her breath, she flashed me a smile.

“Fuck my elven mouth as you would a human pussy,” she said.

I returned her smile. My hips moved back, then thrust into her mouth. After that it went out of my control. I fucked her mouth mercilessly. All she could do was gag. I wiped the tears that were streaming from her eyes, gently caressing her cheeks.

I could feel her throat opening up for me, letting me inside. It was tight and warm. I was getting closer and closer to bursting in her mouth.

Not willing to let this encounter end so quickly I pulled away. As I let go of her, she collapsed on her back. Her breathing was strained but she seemed quite excited.

Drool had dripped down to her chest and painted her dress a darker shade green. My eyes lingered on her cleavage, her shoulders, the way the fabric hugged her every curve.

“Tear it off me,” she said, taking me out of my thoughts.

“What?”

“Tear the dress off me and take me.”

I knelt down and placed both hands on it. I pulled with all my strength and it tore like a sheet of paper. I had expected a bit more resistance but I wasn’t about to complain.

What I unraveled was a sight worth losing your head for. If the Captain found out and had me beheaded it would still have been worth it. Her body was finer than a sculpture. Perky breasts with tiny rosy nipples, a smooth stomach and at the bottom, a perfect elven flower, as she had expertly put it.

My eyes took in every single bit of her body. I fell on her, kissing her mouth which I had just ravaged. The taste was intoxicating.

My fingers traced her body as I moved down to her neck, then her breasts.

I could have spent a day there, licking and sucking until she had to push me away, but I could sense she was getting impatient and moved even lower.

I kissed her navel once before arriving at her most sensitive area. My tongue lunged out of my mouth, swirling around her pussy, gliding along her lips, savouring her juices.

Sel had melted under my touch, eyes closed, body stretched out and relaxed. She rested her hands on my head as I feasted on her, a content smile across her face. They were heavy with the chains around them but those chains were not the problem. The ones around her ankles were. They kept her legs together and I had to pry them apart at her knees for access to her flower. A tiresome process.

I pushed myself away from her and got to my feet.

“Where are you going? No! Get back here! Or at least take off my shackles so I can take care of myself.”

She rambled insistently as I fished through my travel sack. I pulled out the key and returned toward her.

“Yes! Thank you. As much as I appreciate your company, I can do this perfectly escort kızlar fine on my own. Just free my hands and I’ll be good to go.”

I knelt down and began unlocking the shackles around her ankles.

“No, not those ones, you moron. I need my hands.”

I growled, annoyed, and grabbed the cloth I had used to gag her earlier.

“Quiet,” I said and shoved in her mouth. She didn’t seem to mind.

I spread her -now free- legs apart and ran a hand along the inner side of her thigh. I had intended to tease her, make her beg for it but my desire overpowered me and I buried my tongue into her once more.

She spat the cloth out- I hadn’t bothered tying it- and let a gentle sigh escape her puffy lips. I took it as a sign to continue what I was doing.

Her hands were now both grabbing my hair, pulling me into her flower. She moved her thighs rhythmically up and down, as if my face was but a horse for her to ride. All the while, moans echoed through the forest.

“Fuck,” I heard her whisper to herself as I inserted a finger into her pussy, my tongue tracing persistent circles around her clit.

My other hand was fondling her breasts, caressing her smooth skin, her firm nipples. She had moved her hand on it, guiding me to wherever felt best.

Her grip grew tighter as the minutes passed, her breathing more irregular. She was elsewhere, whisked away by the sensations that erupted through her body.

I pulled away, halting those sensations.

It took her a couple of seconds to realise something was wrong. She looked up at me, disoriented.

“What? Why did you stop? I was so close,” she said, her words slightly slurred.

“I want to hear you beg for it,” I said.

All her grogginess suddenly disappeared. “Not happening,” she said in her most bratty tone.

I shrugged carelessly. My thumb began rubbing her clit furiously, sending an adorable spasm down her body. She groaned, still staring into my eyes. Just as she was about to orgasm, I stopped.

Her chained hands tried to swoop in and finish the job but I grabbed the chain and pulled them away, over her head.

“You ass,” she said in between breaths, plainly irritated.

I leaned in and gave her a long kiss. For a second, the defiance seemed to flee her. It surged back immediately, her scowl growing fierce.

I bent down and kissed her pussy over and over and over. I was barely even pressing my lips to it but it was enough to make her squirm.

I pulled back again, pausing her pleasure.

Her face was a dark storm cloud, the murderous intent ever clear in her green eyes.

“I swear it by all the gods, I will have—”

I shoved my index finger inside her cutting her off. Her whole body arched and I could feel her flower tighten around my finger. I feared I had pushed her over the edge, made her orgasm. I was relieved to see her face return to its previous state, angry and desperate. She growled at me and was about to begin rambling again but I promptly silenced her by pushing my finger, still wet from her pussy, into her mouth.

“How do your juices taste?” I asked.

She did not even try to answer. I pulled the finger out and used it to tease her right nipple. My tongue took care of the left one. She twitched under me, moaning and I wondered if I could make her orgasm like this, no attention given to her flower. I went on for a good minute before stopping once more.

She let out a sad whine, thrashing against me, against her restraints. Her face was a quite a puzzling sight, as if she couldn’t very well decide whether she wanted to curse or cry. Desperation and anger waged war over her body. How long could her pride bar her from giving in to my demand?

My fingers brushed her pussy gently, just enough to keep her on the edge without pushing her over it. I kissed her perfect thighs, her flat stomach. Whatever part of her my lips touched would quickly squirm away. I could tell it was too much for her but I had no intention of stopping. Not until she gave me what I wanted.

Her breathing was hard, mingled with ecstatic grunts and moans. And then I heard it. It was light and gentle as a breeze.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“What was that?” I asked, pretending I hadn’t heard her.

“Please!” She cried out.

“Please what?” I said, smiling wickedly.

“Please just let me cum. Please. I’ll do anything. Please.”

She sounded sufficiently pathetic. I lowered my head and began tasting her elven flower again.

Her legs, now straddling my head, began shaking. Her hands held on to me tightly, making sure I wouldn’t move away again. I licked and I licked, the sounds of her pleasure motivating me.

Her body shuddered and jerked as she was hit by wave after wave of bliss. I tried to move away but she was still holding on to me with all the strength she could harness.

A good minute passed before her body relaxed completely, the jolts fading. Her eyes were shut tight and she breathed with purpose. She let go of me and sagged on the ground, still, unmoving.

I pushed myself escort fındıkzade off the ground, towering above her. She was beautiful as she lied there in the middle of the forest, so much like a part of nature. Pure, innocent, serene.

In truth, she was anything but that. Her eyes opened and stared at me. A fire burned in them, igniting my soul as she peered into it.

Was she mad I made her beg? It had seemed like a great idea at the time but now…

She broke out into a bubbly laughter, alleviating me of my concerns.

“Wow. Fuck. Just, wow,” she said, smiling a toothy grin.

“You’re beautiful,” I said. It wasn’t as much a compliment as it was an earnest observation. She was beautiful. In a pure, primal way. Like a sunset. Like the moon.

For the first time since I had met her, Sel grew flustered. Her cheeks grew a cutesy shade of red and it wasn’t because of the orgasm.

“And you,” she said after recollecting herself, “are terrible. Now, free my wrists and let us move on to the main dish.”

I took a step back, hesitant. I shot a glance behind me to where I’d left the keys. They were not there. I turned to find her smiling at me. She lifted her foot up and wiggled it in front of my face. Clutched between her toes was the key. I snatched it from her immediately.

“Is that supposed to make me trust you more?” I asked, bewildered.

“Of course. I could have unlocked myself and bashed your head in. I didn’t. I don’t want to run. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to take me like you would a woman.”

I smiled and knelt down, taking off her shackles.

“No, no, no. I make love to women. You, I’m going to fuck senseless. I’m going to tarnish your elven purity. I’m going to ravage your elven flower.”

Her eyes flickered with arousal. I pulled her up by her hair, then slammed her against a tree, her cheek resting on the rough bark.

I slipped my cock inside her flower from behind and thrust slowly, rhythmically. She was tight around me, very tight. Ludicrously tight. If elven cocks were smaller, did that mean that so were elven pussies?

Barely half of me was inside her but I could tell she was having trouble. I had intended to go buck wild but the way her body tensed as I entered elicited newfound pity from me. She had wrapped her arms around the tree and was breathing slowly.

“Turns out you’re all talk. Is this what ravage means to you people? You fuck like a grandpa.”

Her tone was mocking but her words were obviously strained. I brushed an errant strand of hair from her face. I wanted to get a good look at her reaction as I rammed my entire length into her.

She didn’t make a sound though I could see the discomfort plainly in her eyes.

“Is that better?” I asked mockingly as I continued to thrust deep inside her.

“Not particularly,” she said, trying to compose herself. “Eh, what could I expect of your kind? Useless in all regards.”

I grabbed her and tossed her to the ground. She made a startled sound as her palms and knees collided with the ground but didn’t try to get up or move away. She waited there, on all fours, facing away from me, tense, scared, lustful.

“I’m going to take you like a bitch in heat. I’m going to fuck you like no one of your kind can. When I’m done with you, an elf will never be able to satisfy you. You’ll want more. So much more. You’ll want me. Only me.”

I pushed myself inside her and began fucking her relentlessly. She refused to give me the pleasure of hearing her whimper but could not contain the low, guttural sounds that escaped through her tightly shut lips. Her body swayed forward with every thrust, as if to evade it. But there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. And I would make her scream for me. I would.

I grabbed her armss and pulled them back, forcing her to fall prone on the ground. One of my hands held her wrists tightly, pressing them down on the small of her back. The other hand pushed her head into the grass. I fucked her harder and faster. I had broken her once today, I could do it a second time.

I flipped her over so that she was facing me. A wry smile was plastered across her face. Her eyes were determined. She knew perfectly well what I wanted. She just was too much of a brat to give it to me. I had to take it.

“You can try to hide it all you want,” I said as I thrust inside her. “But it’s obvious. I can see it in your eyes. I know my human cock is too much for you. I know I’m stretching you open and reaching deeper inside you than anyone ever has before. It hurts doesn’t it? Oh, but you love it. You love the pleasure and the pain. Sometimes you can’t even tell the two apart.”

She nodded along to my words, her face twisting. I grabbed her by cheeks and lifted her slightly so that our eyes were locked. All the while I was fucking her with all the ferocity I could muster.

“Let go,” I whispered. “Don’t filter yourself.”

She began moaning and screaming with every thrust. Her legs wrapped around me, her nails dug into my back. Drops of my sweat dripped on her, our bodies closer than they had ever been before. Her skin felt soft against mine.

I leaned down, kissing her neck, leaving on it marks of my conquest. She was mine now. All mine. My body slammed against hers, my entire weight going into the thrusts.

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Prince Stathis leaned against the kitchen’s stone wall beside a window and watched the royal chef’s assistants prepare the day’s harvest of raspberries into jam with mild envy. The entire kitchen seemed filled with the sweet scent of boiling fruit and the bubble of voices calling for ingredients. Every so often, the royal chef would poke his head into the work space and bark an order or two at the slower assistants, but aside from that rare intrusion, the prince was free to do as he wished. Well, more or less, he thought with a wry smile.

For a while, he had helped the assistants with the mashing of fruit. The task was simple and freed him, at least for a moment, of the shadow of responsibility. The royal chef had caught him at his game, though, and now he was relegated to the position of a mere spectator.

Stathis sighed gloomily. That was the problem with being a prince; a life of luxury had been placed in his lap, but none of it truly meant anything. And what was worth, he himself meant next to nothing. As the second son of the realm’s king, he would eventually be put in charge of the cavalry or merchant’s guild or, if he was lucky, the armada. None of those options, or any of the others open to a young man of his station, appealed to him in the slightest. If he had his way, in fact, he would just as soon join the apprentices here in the kitchen or a scholarly institution out in the remote countryside. Even a life of wandering would be better than what he had been handed, in his mind.

“Your Royal Highness,” a familiar voice called from the window. “What are you doing in there?”

Stathis shrugged, inwardly bemoaning the fact he had been recognized despite his attempt at disguising himself. Rather than his usual opulent attire of silk and velvet, he was wearing a simple red tunic, cinched about the waist by a wide leather belt, and a pair of white breeches and high leather boots. “I’m watching the workers make jam. Come and join me if you would like, Elaine.”

“I find that hardly befitting someone of your station,” Elaine replied. “Surely there must be some other, more worthy pursuit you could be taking part in.”

“I see nothing unworthy about a prince taking stock of his subjects, Elaine.”

The woman sighed and disappeared from the window. A moment later, the kitchen door opened and she strode inside to stand beside her prince.

Unlike Stathis, Elaine had no need to disguise her identity. She wore white linen tunic and black breeches, the yellow surcoat embroidered with the image of a black falcon and edged in the same indicating her station as a knight of the realm. Over her relatively spartan garb, she wore a long black cloak, trimmed in white fur and beneath that, the gleam of a short sword could be glimpsed. Her blonde hair was worn loose for the moment, indicating she had been doing nothing other than searching for the prince all morning.

The two stood in relative silence for a long while. Finally, Stathis spoke up. “I would like to go into town today, Elaine.”

“Do you plan to watch the stable hands shovel manure while you’re there?”

“Perhaps, if the mood takes me. You are by no means obligated to come along.”

“I think your father would say otherwise.”

Stathis waved a hand dismissively. “A pox on him. He can say otherwise all he likes, but that does not change the fact that you swore fealty to me.”

“I swore to protect you, Your Royal Highness,” the knight pointed out politely. “My fealty was sworn to your His Majesty the king. Had you been paying attention in your lectures, you would have known this without needing my reminder.”

“I have been paying attention in my lectures,” the prince protested.

“If I may say so, the governess has claimed you miss more lessons than there are apples in the royal orchard.”

“Perhaps, but I pay attention when I do make it.”

“I believe the governess would prefer you pay attention at all the lectures, your Royal Highness.”

“But Elaine, however am I to pay attention to lectures I’m not attending?” Stathis grinned at his own joke.

Elaine turned away so the prince wouldn’t see her roll her eyes. “Were you planning to visit the town now, or are you still engrossed with watching the jam be made?”

Ignoring the sarcasm in the knight’s tone, Stathis replied, “I think now is as good a time as any. As I said, you’re free to remain behind. I doubt I will need any protection.”

The knight kept stride with Stathis as he left the kitchen and stepped out into the orchard. “If danger could be easily predicted, you would need more astrologers than knights, Your Royal Highness. The way I see it, one more sword arm never hurt a prince.”

“Suit yourself.” Stathis swiped an apple from a tree as he passed. The fruit was perfectly ripe and slightly tart. In the privacy of his own heart, he admitted he was glad for her company.

The town was bustling at this time of year. Farmers fresh off the harvest had carted in wagon-loads of pumpkins, corn, mecidiyeköy escort and countless other late season crops. Merchants from the south, clad in their bright silks and jewelry, sold what wares they had left from tents set up outside the walls in the hopes of lightening their load for the trip home before winter struck and closed the mountain passes. The scents of baking bread, split logs, and wood smoke filled the air.

“What was it you wanted to do in the town, exactly?” Elaine asked. She had remained silent during the entire walk down the hill from the castle, a fact Stathis had been thankful for.

“Mostly to have some fun,” the prince said with a smile.

The knight didn’t find Stathis’ statement the least bit reassuring. “Is this the same kind of ‘fun’ you got into the last time you were in town?”

The question drew the tiniest of worried twitches from the prince. He had hoped that Elaine would have forgotten about that particular incident. “I couldn’t say,” he replied. If he was vague, maybe she would let the matter drop for the time being. “I’m afraid the event you speak of has slipped my mind.”

The knight frowned. “I will not bring the matter back up in so public a location, but please be mindful of any merchants claiming to sell talismans this time, Your Royal Highness.”

“Of course, Elaine. With you at my side, I’m confident no harm will befall me.” And nothing interesting, he added to himself. If left to his own devices, he might have gone to that very same talisman-maker. The last time had been some of the most fun he had experienced in years. What had made it truly memorable, however, was the way everyone in town had treated him after he’d slipped away from the castle without alerting his ever-faithful watchdog. Without the trappings of nobility, everyone had assumed he was just another traveling youth. That was the feeling he wanted to experience again, more than anything; to have the worries of his station lifted for even one day.

The two wandered from the edge of town into the narrow maze of streets that made up the northern portion of its market district. Lacquered signs hung above smoke-stained windows and creaked softly in the breeze. Pigeons roosted on the edges of roofs and flag poles, their soft calls an echo of the shouting merchants that had set up in the open squares farther south.

Elaine pointed to a nearby shop. The sign hanging overhead displayed an open book crossed by a quill pen. “You are in need of more parchment,” she said. “This might be a good place to stop.”

“You’re right, Elaine,” Stathis said with a nod.

The knight regarded her charge with new surprise and suspicion. “Truly? You don’t even mean to complain or jest first?”

“Why would I? I agree that I need more parchment.”

Flustered, Elaine followed the prince into the shop’s dimly-lit interior. “The governess will be most pleased.”

Stathis simply smiled in response. He had no intention of using this parchment for his studies, but Elaine didn’t need to know that.

Inside, the shop’s walls were lined with shelves displaying pens made from what appeared to be every bird known in the kingdom, and a good deal more. Sheaves of parchment gathered like snow in the corners. Massive books bound in leather and felt, some with gilding and some without, stood behind the counter. Strangely, no shopkeeper was in sight.

“Hello?” Elaine called, her normally stringent voice strangely muffled by the intervening paper.

“It appears no one is here,” Stathis remarked.

The knight started to return to the door. “Perhaps we should try another shop…”

Before she could reach the handle, a diminutive shape burst out of a side-door that had been concealed by a large shelf of scroll cases. “Don’t go! I’m here!” it squeaked, its plump arms waving frantically above its over-sized head.

Elaine turned her face up in disdain. “An imp? What did you do with the shopkeeper?”

The imp stood no more than half Stathis’ height and had dull blue skin that appeared almost rubbery in the shop’s twilight atmosphere. The white shirt, black vest, and matching trousers marked it as a merchant of some success, and the gold-rimmed spectacles perched on its hooked nose marked it as someone who spent too much time engrossed in the written word. “I am the shopkeeper,” he squeaked indignantly.

“I suppose this parchment is all made of the skin of flayed humans, then. Come along, Your Royal Highness, we have no need of this creature.”

The imp hopped angrily in place. “That’s rude! Just because some imps flay humans doesn’t mean all of us do! And even if I did – which I’m not saying is the truth – I wouldn’t be selling those hides right back to humans.”

“Nevertheless, I hardly think-“

“Hold on, Elaine. I just found something interesting.” The prince lifted a small oak box off the shelf. Cradled inside amid folds of soft velvet was a pen made of a feather the likes of which Stathis had never seen. bayan escort It was short and perfectly formed and, although appeared a matte black in the strong sunlight slanting through the front window, almost glowed with a rainbow pattern when held in shadow.

The imp waddled over to Stathis, nodding and smiling broadly. “Your taste belies your royal lineage, Prince.”

“That’s ‘Your Royal Highness’,” Elaine corrected, but nobody paid her any mind.

“The pen you’ve found is very rare. I only have the one.”

“What bird gave its feather to make this?” Stathis asked.

“None other than the legendary boibhre, fabled serpent-bird of the misty lakes.”

“I see. And you fought this bird yourself?” Elaine asked skeptically.

The imp snorted at the suggestion. “Not even in my dreams, Lady Knight. I’m a merchant, not an adventurer.”

“Then how are we to know your claim is true?”

“Look at the sheen on this feather and you will see for yourself. How many birds do you know of that shine in darkness and hide their true colors in the sun?”

Elaine sighed but offered no further protest.

“How much is it?” Stathis asked the shopkeeper.

The imp looked from the pen to the prince’s belt, where a coin pouch hung. “Normally, I wouldn’t sell this pen to simply anyone. The pen is more than a pretty trinket, you see. Quills made of boibhre’s feathers gather magic just as other pens draw up ink. For you, I can offer this for… ten gold coins.”

At that, Elaine could keep her sullen silence no longer. “That is an outrage!” she exclaimed. “For that price, you might as well give us the entire shop.”

The imp flinched back with a reproachful look. “My wares are worth more than that, Lady Knight.”

“And how do you know my station, pray tell?”

The imp shrugged expansively and flashed a needle-toothed grin. “How could such a fact not be obvious, Lady? You practically radiate chivalry.”

Elaine scowled and retreated back to the door, muttering something about needing to work on her disguises as she passed the prince.

With that distraction for the moment taken care of, the imp turned his attention back on Stathis. “So, Your Royal Highness, have I convinced you of this marvelous pen’s many merits, or shall I go on?”

“No, no, you’ve convinced me. However-” the prince glanced back at Elaine before continuing, “there is one small matter.”

The imp cocked his oversized head. “Go on.”

“While I certainly agree that your shop is worth far more than ten gold coins, I can’t help but think this specific pen, wondrous as it may be, could be had for slightly cheaper.”

Sensing a duel of wits on the horizon, the imp’s grin took on a more devious quality. “Well, what price do you imagine is fair, Your Royal Highness?”

Now it was Stathis’ turn to smile. He might have been raised in the shelter of the castle walls, but he was no amateur when it came to haggling. “I wouldn’t want to offer insult to your merchandise by appraising it too low. How much farther down from ten are you willing to go?”

“Fear not, my prince. You cannot possibly offer insult to this humble shop. Why, your very presence brings nothing but honor.”

From her post by the front door, Elaine rolled her eyes.

Stathis’s smile wavered ever so slightly. He knew the imp had gained the upper hand, at least for now. As the common saying went among southern merchants, “First price is first blood.” To name the first price would almost certainly mean the prince would be walking out on the losing end of this duel. Still, he had a few more gambits ready. “Perhaps three gold coins? That is over triple the average quill pen and surely a fair price.”

The imp reeled back, hand to his brow as if ready to keel over right then and there. “Three gold, my esteemed prince? By all the gods and then some, you wound me! Nine gold coins would be a much fairer bargain.”

Stathis stood firm against the imp’s theatrics. “Nine gold is hardly better than the ten. I will meet you halfway at six. Even you could find no fault in that offer.”

“That is indeed a better offer than your outrageous three. However, I think you and I both know this feather alone would be worth that. Where I’ve already gone through the trouble of cutting the quill and fitting a nib, eight gold is the lowest I can go.”

The prince sighed. He knew he had been beaten. To haggle any more would be to offer genuine insult to the shop and, imp though he was, Stathis had no intention of earning anyone’s ire that day. Elaine’s was more than enough to last him. “Very well,” he said as he fished the eight shining circles out of his coin purse. “Eight gold coins it is.”

The imp swiped the coins away and stowed bowed gratefully. “Thank you for your business, kind prince. If there is anything else I might be able to interest you in, just say the word.”

“We’re done shopping for the day,” Elaine cut in, taking Stathis by the arm and steering him toward the front door.

The nişantaşı escort imp followed them out and watched them make their way down the street, waving in farewell all the while. A few passersby stopped to cast curious stares at the shopkeeper, but no one stopped the prince and his escort and soon, they were walking through the gates to the bazaar set up outside the city walls.

The colorful tents and enticing smells and sounds were every bit as fun as Stathis remembered. The slight chill in the late summer air carried a bittersweet quality, as it meant the great spectacle would soon be leaving for the year. Even so, Stathis couldn’t quite muster the enthusiasm he had imagined he would back at the castle. The thought of the new pen and the promise it held kept drawing his attention from the present. After a time, he turned to Elaine and announced he was ready to go home for the day.

“I thought you had wanted to see the bazaar,” she asked.

Stathis waved a hand dismissively over his shoulder. “The bazaar will likely still be here tomorrow. Besides, you should be glad we’re leaving so soon. If I remember correctly, you were the one who didn’t want to be here at all today.”

Sighing, the knight hurried to catch up to her ward.

Evening seemed to fall more quickly than usual, partly helped along by the dark clouds that had drawn like curtains across the sky close to sunset. The slight chill became a cold breath that sent shivers down Elaine’s spine as she made her way down the drafty north wing corridor. A large wool towel was draped over one arm and she had exchanged her daytime clothes for a knee-length tunic of white linen.

At last, the knight reached the end of the hallway and closed the thick wooden door behind her. Inside, the room was warmed by the silver-white clouds of aromatic steam wafting up from wide basins of water set in the tiled floor. While most of the castle was too practical for any magical enhancements, the bath rooms were one of the few exceptions. No matter the time of year, the water was always kept at a perfect temperature by the House Wizards. And while Elaine normally could do without the meddling of such snobs, tonight she was thankful for their skills in the arcane arts. Her muscles were weary from a day of following the prince around town and following that up with intense combat drills in the castle yard as a way of getting her frustrations out constructively.

Elaine shed her tunic and walked bare into the gently steaming waters. The warm embrace of the bath folded over her thighs and soft breasts, her hair fanning out behind her as she sank up to her neck and closed her eyes gratefully. As long as no one disturbed her, she could easily stay here for hours. And tonight, she planned to do just that.

As soon as he returned from his trip to the town, Stathis hurried to his private chambers and barred the door. He wasn’t going to wait any longer to test this supposedly magical pen and no distractions would get in his way. Besides, there wasn’t anything so pressing it couldn’t wait until he had written a few lines on a scrap of parchment.

Once the prince had gathered the necessary ink and parchment and wiped the dust from his writing desk, though, he found himself facing an unexpected case of writer’s block. Writing just anything seemed inappropriate for a pen with such a prestigious heritage. On his way back to his chambers, he had been mulling over countless different ideas, but now that he was ready to write, they all seemed garbage.

Sighing, he rearranged his inkwells and shuffled the sheets of parchment. The muffled sound of voices in deep conversation grew behind his door, then faded back again to silence as the speakers moved on. The brief interruption was just another reminder of the prince’s restrictive life. Tomorrow, the governess would be out searching for him again, and he would be expected to make an appearance in the throne room to bow and smile at some noble or other he had never heard of and would likely never hear from again.

If he was going to write something, he might as well make it a wish. If the pen was really magical, maybe it would even help it come true. A small spark of light seemed to escape the quill as he dipped it into the inkwell, but he ignored it and began to write.

“I wish to be free of the prince’s responsibilities and cares,” he scrawled across the page. It was a simple wish, perhaps even a foolish one, but it was the one thing his heart truly desired at the moment.

For a moment, the prince sat at his desk and stared at what he had written. He wasn’t sure what to expect, really. The pen wrote smoothly and left clean, crisp lines, but there didn’t seem to be any magic to it. Perhaps Elaine had been right, he thought. The shopkeeper was an imp, after all, and such beings were generally known as pranksters in the best of times. Maybe he had been fleeced out of his money and there was nothing more to it than that.

Stathis was about to throw the pen aside in disappointment when the words he had scrawled started to glow with a deep, pulsing magenta light. The prince watched in fascination as the light grew stronger and the telltale chill tingling of powerful magic started to work its way up his spine.

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A Great Day in Moran Ch. 04

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Black Cock

2 months before the Lord’s Assembly.

Evelyn had been sitting in the meeting room hearing a report regarding the mines since morning. Amber had spent half of the loan from Risingr to get the mines running again, and she expected to get some revenue from them before spending the rest. The elf advisor knew her mistress was easily bored with all the ‘money stuff’, so she drew some charts. With colors. It seemed to work as Evelyn was paying attention. Well, barely.

Amber pointed to an upward curve on her chart. “If we manage to reach the prewar production level in a couple of months, then we will have a little surplus this year. And the overseer of the mines should be here right now to report on the early result.”

“Who’s this overseer?” asked Evelyn, trying to contain a yawn. As if to answer her question, there was a knock on the door.

“That’s him. Come in,” Amber said. Evelyn raised her eyebrows as she recognized the man.

“Mayor Quill?”

“Good morning, my lady. It’s so good to see you again.” He bowed at Evelyn so deeply that his head was on the same level as his hip, then he turned to Amber and said gratefully, “And I must express my gratitude to Lady Amber for entrusting me with my old job.”

“Your old job?” Evelyn asked. “I thought you’re the mayor of Naiva.”

“Yes, my duchess. I’m also the overseer of the mines back before the war. I was the head of the Miner Guild, you see.”

“You have a lot of jobs, mayor. Are you sure you can fulfill them all?”

“Worry not, my duchess,” he smiled, waving his hand. “I’m the head of many guilds and associations, but I never fail at my job. I was the chief collector of the Tirene tax too, did you know that? But you have generously relieved me of that job.”

“Yes, yes, very interesting,” Evelyn quickly said. “I was told you have some news for us about the mines?”

“Ah yes. I’ve spent the last couple of weeks at the mines to personally inspect them. Good news, my duchess! There’s been no accidents or injuries of any kind. The workers are fed well, and I’ve managed to negotiate with the locals so we can use their wells—”

“Excellent mayor. What about the silver? How much did you find so far?” Evelyn said impatiently.

“Oh, about that. We haven’t found any silver. At all.”

“None? Nothing?” Evelyn gasped. She turned to Amber.

“I swore the numbers were positive before the mines were closed,” the elf exclaimed. “There must have been a mistake.”

“I’m afraid not. The master miner told me the mines are probably depleted. They will keep digging to see if any more silver can be found, but right now, the odds are not in our favor,” mayor Quill said steadily.

“Oh Goddess,” Evelyn groaned and buried her face between her hands. “Are you telling me I’ve spent the money for nothing?”

“Duchess Evelyn, I know you’re upset. But there’s a silver lining.” He paused and grinned at Evelyn expectantly. Evelyn made no reaction other than lifting her head up, and Quill continued after the awkward pause. “We found iron.”

“Iron? It’s nowhere near as valuable as silver,” Evelyn exclaimed.

“Good observation my lady. A pound of iron is worth only one ounce of silver.”

“Please tell me you’ve found 16 times as much iron then.”

“Afraid not, my lady. The yield is nothing remarkable. Oh, in addition, the master miner told me refining the iron takes just as long as silver.”

Amber watched Evelyn’s facial features with apprehension. They were twisting in a way that did not behoove a noble lady at all.

“Thank you, Mayor Quill. You are dismissed,” she said and hastily led the man out of the room and closed the door. As soon as the door was closed, Evelyn screamed into her hands.

“OH MOTHER MERCY. Why can’t I get a break,” Evelyn wailed.

“Oh mistress,” Amber said and hurried to her side.

“What do I do, Amber? Why can’t I succeed in even one thing?”

Amber was surprised at how bad Evelyn took the news. Things had been bad before, but not to this level. The elf saw her mistress’s eyes were tearing up.

“Well, I had hoped that it wouldn’t come to this, but there is one more way to get more money,” Amber said calmly while rubbing Evelyn’s back.

“What? How?” Evelyn lifted her face from her hands.

“The orcs, mistress. They’re mercenaries. We can end the contract with them, and that will free up a huge amount of cash for us. They’ve been the largest drain in our budget for years.”

“But where do I get my troops from?”

“We can raise levies from the local barons. Since it is their duty, they can’t refuse. And maintaining a human army is cheaper than the mercenary.”

“But…that means I am dependent on the stinking humans,” Evelyn exclaimed.

“I’m sorry mistress, but it’s the only choice you have left,” Amber said with conviction.

Evelyn slumped back into her chair. She wiped her eyes and rubbed her temple. She pondered, and after a minute, she sighed defeatedly.

“I guess you’re right. We have to disband the orcs,” she muttered weakly.

“We can keep some of them şişli escort around as guards around the palace if that makes you feel safer.” Amber offered.

Evelyn nodded her assent. The elf girl couldn’t help but gave her mistress a hug. Evelyn let her younger advisor pulled her in like a child.

“Everything will be fine, mistress,” Amber said soothingly, caressing her mistress’s shoulder. “We’ll get through this.”

Evelyn said nothing, but she did stop sobbing.

*-*

The next day, the order was given. Beginning next month, the orcs would no longer serve as the security forces in Moran. Instead, conscripts would be drawn from towns and villages throughout the duchy. This wasn’t new to the human population, since human lords had always done this. But the war had disrupted this practice and Evelyn’s administration had refused to rely on human soldiers until now.

Later that day, Miklas was called into a meeting with Evelyn.

“Miklas, you’ve probably heard that the orcs will be leaving next month right?” Evelyn asked.

“Yes, mistress.”

“With the orcs gone, I will need some time for the human levies to be properly trained. That means security will be lax in the meantime. And with the Hiss gone, I need you to step up to protect me.”

“Of course, mistress. I’ll do anything to keep you safe,” he said eagerly.

Evelyn smiled at his enthusiasm. “Very good, Miklas. To that end, I need you to learn how to fight, using real weapons. And keep that beefy body of yours in top shape, understand? I rather you intimidate any potential attackers than have them actually try.”

“Yes, mistress. Since I came to Moran, I have committed myself to a rigorous training regimen each day. Every morning I run 5 miles, doing 300 pushups, then I—”

“Oh, I don’t know much about fitness, but that all sounds very impressive. Keep doing that. In addition, you will begin training with real weapons every day, starting today. Go to the barrack this afternoon. I’ve told Glog to get his best fighters to instruct you.”

“Aye, mistress.”

*-*

When Miklas arrived at the barrack, he saw three orcs milling about by the stable. He approached them.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” he greeted them.

The orcs stood still and looked at him suspiciously.

“Oh, I’m sorry, how silly of me,” Miklas said and took off his mask. He smiled at the frowning orcs, undeterred by their unfriendliness. “I’m Miklas. Mistress Evelyn told me to be here to learn to fight.”

They looked at him again. Their faces softened when they saw Miklas’s gentle countenance.

“You a Terravi?” one of them asked.

“Yeah, of course. Why?” Miklas asked.

“Haven’t seen one as big as an orc before,” the orc said. All three of them examined Miklas from head to toe. The Terravi’s height was comparable to that of an orc, and his sizeable muscular body balanced out the fats typical on an orc.

“Now I see why he wears the mask,” said another one. This orc looked more intelligent than the others.

“Huh, why?”

“Nevermind. I’m Unuk, that’s Berg and Muck,” Unuk said, then he grabbed a wooden sword from the ground and tossed it to Miklas. “Let’s see what you got. Muck, test him.” Muck grumbled and grabbed another wooden sword.

“Should I learn some basic moves first?” Miklas asked.

“We’re testing you. Block his swings and hit back,” Unuk said.

And with that, Muck and Miklas began sparring. Miklas’s lack of skills was immediately apparent. He was quickly beaten back and was on the defensive the whole bout. Yet, Muck wasn’t able to disarm Miklas since the Terravi athlete clutched his sword like his life depended on it, and he reacted quick enough to block any blow from Muck. And being as big as an orc meant Miklas and Muck were on equal footing strength-wise. After a couple of minutes, and the fight was still inconclusive. Then, Muck raised his sword high which caused Miklas to brace for a downward blow. But instead of striking down, Muck grabbed Miklas’s arm and throw the Terravi onto the ground.

Muck and his pals laughed at the dirty trick. Miklas quickly got up on his feet. “I didn’t know you can do that,” Miklas said curiously.

“We’re fighting, innit? Everything’s fair game here,” Muck said.

“Oh, I got it. Thanks,” Miklas replied with a smile. Muck seemed perturbed by his genial smile.

They sparred again, and Miklas was once more on the defensive. When Muck repeated his trick, this time with a faux upswing and a dirty grab, Miklas quickly countered by grasping Muck’s arm and pulled him into the ground. Before Muck realized what had happened, he was pinned down by Miklas’s bulk, and his arms locked behind his back by Miklas. The Terravi athlete expertly restrained Muck, not letting him recover. They struggled for a whole minute before Muck whimpered, “AHHHH. You…win. Let me go.”

Miklas released him. He stood up without any problem, but Muck could only lay face down on the ground and wheezed.

Unuk and Berg walked up to check up on their fallen comrade.

“You good?” escort bayan Berg nudged Muck with the sole of his shoe.

“Uh, argh, bahh.”

“Sounds fine to me,” Unuk said, then he looked at Miklas. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?” Miklas asked.

“That move. I never saw someone counter a grab like that,” Unuk said.

“The boy was fast too. He threw Muck on the ground before I even see it,” Berg added.

“It’s a simple move in wrestling. I can show you guys if you want,” Miklas offered.

Unuk and Berg looked at each other, then they nodded. “Sure,” Unuk said. “And teach us how to hold someone down like you did. Muck was like fifty pounds fatter than you, but you pin him down good.”

“When you got the technique, it’s easy really. Let me show you,” Miklas said enthusiastically.

A couple hours later.

Amber felt a bit unease as she walked to the barrack. She didn’t like walking amidst the orcs, but she had decided to check up on Miklas when she was done with her work. She was prepared to see some ugly scenes of Miklas being bullied by the orcs, yet that was not the case. The blond elf instead saw her friend sitting with three orcs whom she recognized. Both orcs and Terravi were chatting and laughing animatedly. Each was holding a mug of beer.

“Uh, is everything alright here?” Amber asked.

“Yeah, we’re having a great time, don’t you see?” Unuk said.

“Did you guys train at all?”

“Yeah, we do. This guy is amazing. He can beat anyone he comes close to,” Unuk said, smacking Miklas on the back. “Taught us a few tricks too.”

Miklas smiled at the compliment. Amber noticed that his face glowed a bit redder than usual, and his eyes a bit glassy.

“How much did you drink, Miklas? You look…tipsy.”

“A pint of beer. This kid can’t hold his liquor,” Berg said.

“I didn’t get to drink while training at the capital,” Miklas explained. “Unuk is letting me catch up.”

“I think you have enough to drink. If you tried to catch up with the orcs, you’ll be dead.”

Unuk downed his mug and burped. “Well, we have to stop anyway, not because that cat girl is being a downer, but because we’re out of beer ration.”

“Nah, it’s good. I still got mine,” Muck said.

“Nope, me and Berg drank it all yesterday.”

“Wait, what?” Muck exclaimed.

“Hey, cat girl, can ya tell Glog to up our beer ration? Us orcs are doing extra work here,” Berg said.

“I’m not a feline!” Amber raised her voice.

“Whut? Never said you were.”

“You go and tell Glog yourself.”

“Please, Amber. These guys are great,” Miklas said. He held his mug with two hands as he spoke. The way his glassy brown eyes staring at her reminded Amber of puppy eyes. She relented.

“All right, I’ll bring this up to Glog. But drinking is only after training.”

“Fine by me,” Unuk said. The other two grumbled their agreements.

“Thanks, Amber,” Miklas said.

“Miklas, it’s getting dark. You should get back while the light’s still out.”

Miklas stood up. “She’s right. I better go before I keel over. It’s been great training with you guys.”

“See you tomorrow.” The three orcs cheered and waved goodbye to Miklas. He and Amber walked away.

“Do you think Glog will give us more beer?” Muck asked his pals.

“Who knows? Glog’s cheap as peas, except when buying new mares. Hey, I got an idea. Maybe Unuk can bring this up to missus,” Berg said, slapping Unuk’s shoulder. “She kept calling you back to her room, right?”

“Are you nuts? She’s still mad about Unuk spreading that rumor. He’s always come out of her room with marks on his face. I even saw handprints. She’s scratching or slapping him or something. He’d be crazy to ask her,” Muck replied.

“Hey you two, shut it,” Unuk snapped at them, but they ignored him.

“Oh yeah. We lot worry about you, buddy. Why you keep coming back there? She’s slapping you about like a…um, human,” Berg said.

“I told you two it’s not a problem. You don’t hear me complain,” Unuk said.

“Why don’t you?”

“Cus I lik—,” Unuk stopped himself and coughed loudly. “I’m fine, that’s it. I don’t need you two to worry about me,” Unuk said, then he stood up and walked away. Berg and Muck just stared at him blankly.

*-*

“Are you alright? You’re walking a bit funny,” Amber said after observing Miklas’s gait for the past minute. She wasn’t just watching the way he walked though. It looked like the training was tough, since his bare, treetrunk-thick legs were dirty and his torso was coated in a sheen of sweat, which gave his muscular body a shiny look in the scarlet dusky light.

“I’m fine. Just a bit…” he yawned, “…lightheaded. I think I’m gonna retire early,” Miklas said.

“You definitely should, big guy.”

He raised his right arm up to stretch, then swung it back and forth.

“Ah, my arm hurts. Muck didn’t spare the new guy at all.” He rubbed his bicep with his other arm. Amber stared at the round boulder that was his shoulder as it rolled with each movement of his arm. She bit her lip taksim escort as she watched his bulging bicep and his clear-cut forearm flexed. When he curled his arm, his bicep grew to the size of a cantaloupe. The tough training had also made his muscles swelled, and thanks to Miklas’s ‘uniform’, Amber could see every inch of his chiseled physique.

“By the way, I can’t believe those orcs like you so much. They usually treat non-orcs not too kindly,” Amber said. Then she noticed he’s looking at her with a smile.

“You’re afraid they’re gonna bully me? Is that why you came to check up on me?”

“Um, uh, yeah,” Amber replied shyly. Damn that smile of his. “I just, um, don’t want you to have a bad time with them, that’s all.”

Miklas stopped walking and swung his arm around Amber. She froze as she was suddenly pulled into a bear hug with the taller Terravi man. The shorter elf was inevitably lifted off the ground. Then he leaned down, and completely unexpected, kissed her on the lip. Being intoxicated, Miklas’s lips leaned a little too hard against Amber’s, but he kept his balance so the pair didn’t fall over. Two seconds later, the kiss was over.

“Thanks, Amber. I love…” he hiccupped, “…that you’re around, and like, care about me.”

Amber stood frozen in his embrace. She was too shocked to respond. Or breathe. Her mouth was still slightly opened, she could feel the heat of his lips lingering on her own.

“Amber?” Miklas asked.

“G-glad to hear it, big guy,” Amber managed to utter after she rediscovered breathing. “Let’s, um, let’s get back to your room.”

They both walked on until they arrived at Miklas’s room. The conversation was mostly one-sided, with Miklas did most of the talking.

“Good night, Amber.”

“Good night, big guy.”

He waved at her and closed the door. As soon as the door was closed, Amber leaned against the wall and exhaled loudly. She stood silently with her hands on her chest, her ringing ears could hear nothing but her own erratic heartbeats. Then, after a whole minute of silence, she walked back to her room with an unusual lightness to her feet. The elf girl went to bed that night with a smile.

*-*

A few days later.

It was a typical day in the palace. In the main hall, servants milled about performing their daily duties. Meanwhile, Evelyn was sitting on her throne, bored out of her mind as she watched the servants.

“Pssst, Amber, are you sure I have nothing to do this morning but to wait for this captain?” Evelyn whispered to her advisor, who was standing behind her as usual.

“Nothing at all, mistress. It was Saint Terry’s day today, a holiday, so no petitions from anyone.”

“Saint Terry? Who’s that?”

“Seriously, mistress? You didn’t read the Complete Unabridged History of Moran like I told you? It’s only 20 pages long.”

“Stop nagging, Amber. You’re not my dad! Who’s Terry?”

“He’s the patron saint of Moran. He brought goats to this land after he banished the cows.”

“Wait, what? Why?”

Amber shrugged. “That’s what the tales said. It’s the reason why goat and goat-related products are the main—and only—major exports of Moran.”

“Huh. That was almost interesting,” Evelyn remarked wryly.

“I aim to please,” Amber replied flatly. “Besides, I thought you don’t like hearing complaints and petitions?”

“It’s at least something. And when I denied a petition, it’s always funny to see the faces on those humans.” Evelyn sank into her chair and sighed. “When is he arriving again?”

“Should be in a few minutes. I heard he’s always on time.”

Evelyn resumed staring at the servants and waited. Amber decided to leave her mistress for a moment and approached Miklas, who was standing guard on the other side of Evelyn’s throne.

“Hi, big guy,” Amber whispered.

“Hi, Amber,” Miklas replied. His quiet but cheerful tone clashed violently with the fearsome tiger mask he’s wearing. They stepped back a little bit from Evelyn. Amber waited a few seconds to see if Miklas would say something, but then she realized he was waiting for her to speak first.

“I, uh, just want to check up on you. I was a little busy with organizing the levies these past couple of days. So, how’s your training?” Amber said while looking ahead, not focusing on Miklas. They had adopted this way of speaking in public to avoid breaking the illusion of Miklas as a silent giant.

“It’s going well. Unuk said I’m a natural at close combat fighting. Guess I have my wrestling background to thank. We’ll try with real swords this afternoon,” said Miklas in a hushed tone.

“That’s awesome. You should be an experienced fighter in no time,” Amber said. “Still drinking with the guys?”

“No, not anymore. I decided that I shouldn’t. I was so drunk last time I overslept and miss my morning exercise. What if mistress found out? She would be terribly disappointed if she knew I didn’t uphold my training regimen.”

“Wow, you take your training seriously.”

“I do, Amber. I have to be in excellent shape for mistress. I promised her. Besides, I can’t remember anything that afternoon. All I remembered was I blabbed a lot,” he said, then he suddenly raised his voice a little. “Hey, you walk with me back that day. I didn’t do or say anything embarrassing, did I?”

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Bully

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Lord Talos of Evora

Kingdom of Solais

21st of Starset, 1282 D.f.

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Gloomy clouds of gray reigned overhead as the party traveled the plains of eastern Solais. Any remnant of civilization was now a three-day’s ride behind them, and was an idea so very distant that it may not have existed at all. The brisk autumn wind smelled of rain, and the rolling horizon held nothing but grass, streams, and the occasional tree.

And plenty of rabbits. Talos, riding point, kept his crossbow at the ready lest he rode within ten yards of one of those frolicking bunnies, but otherwise made no change of course as he led his sorceresses through solitude and desolation. Fresh meat was merely a luxury when traveling with a teleporter after all, and his crossbow bolts would be worth more than a meal if he ever needed them.

Talos typically enjoyed solitude on his travels, but solitude of this magnitude typically led to an idle mind; and idle minds oft turn to anxiety, as if reminding itself that it’s wiser to struggle than to live comfortably. Talos did not mind the struggle, of course; he was one to pick the difficult road over the simple when given the chance, and would never shy away from danger as long as he could swing a sword. Yet, his mind now always turned to one particularly gnawing worry; the fate of Casiama, his Cass, and what she would think of him when they finally reunited.

The day of answers drew nigh. Only eight to ten days remained on his journey to the straightened shore, a journey which would have already been completed if he’d traveled alone and not gotten himself distracted. There he would find Casiama alone atop a hill, fall hopelessly in love with her once again, and then have his soul shattered when she enlightened him of an infallible truth. At least, that’s what the Oracle had told him two months ago.

To Talos, this prophecy now made distractions more valuable than food or water, no matter how they slowed his travels. He calmed himself with a deep breath then turned his attention to his lovely enchantress, who was riding thirty yards behind him beside the gorgeous Tanya.

Alanna was just then attempting to stifle a laugh as she looked on a concentrating Tanya. Tanya had her eyes glued to the book at her side, which levitated in the air beside her as she rode atop her terrifying black stallion. She had a hand raised skyward as if attempting to grasp the clouds above, and muttered a silly phrase under her breath which was clearly the source of Alanna’s joy.

“Be the water… I am the water… I am made… of water…”

Alanna couldn’t help but snort with laughter. Tanya had been trying her hand at elemental evocation for the better part of a week now, and hadn’t gotten much further than a pitiful trickle of water.

“Go!” Tanya cried to the heavens, a sudden burst of steam exploding from her palm. The enchantress beside her giggled, shaking her head.

“Nooo Tanya, you have to be the water,” she teased, puffing out her cheeks and bobbing her head as if it were a vessel at sea. “Like this!”

Tanya huffed, shooting her a look of disgust. “How is that water? And why must I say these words? Humans are already mostly water.”

“I’m telling you! You can’t study your way into elemental mastery, Tanya. You have to feel it.”

Tanya rolled her eyes. “And what does water feel like?” she scoffed. Alanna puffed out her cheeks again, causing Tanya to giggle at her silly face and Alanna to giggle in turn at her sweet laugh.

“Okay, okay, let me help you. Shut that book and shut your eyes, Tanya,” Alanna warmly said. Tanya gave her a smirk of disbelief before snapping her book shut with the wave of a finger, then closed her eyes just after. Alanna willed her mare two lengths closer.

“You are the water, Tanya,” Alanna softly said. “You are everywhere. You rest, you wave, you splash about when asked by the wind, and you never mind her asks. You’re calming, you’re powerful, yet you are always modest. You are only water. You’re… transparent, you’re refreshing, but most of all…”

Alanna raised a palm, then willed a spout of water from it to splash Tanya in the face.

“You’re wet,” she grinned.

“Alanna!” a soaked Tanya thinly screamed, glaring at her. She wiped her face clear of water, but certainly not of shock. “You’ll rue the day you ruined my makeup!”

“So liike… yesternight?” Alanna teased. “Or yester-yesternight? Or yester-yester-yester-“

“Ah!” Tanya yelled, expelling another cloud of vapor from her palm towards Alanna. Alanna diverted it simply with a raised hand, then willed her mare to gallop away.

“Tanya, no! I’ve appearances to keep!” the enchantress cried as she rode away.

“And I didn’t?!” Tanya squeaked in reply, kicking the flanks of her stallion. “Get back here! I’m sure you’ll look great with a crooked nose!”

“Noo!” Alanna giggled, leaning over to shoot another spurt of water at the sorceress kadıköy escort chasing her. Tanya warded it with an iridescent bubble then conjured a dozen black roses, their stems covered in thorns, and flung them at the enchantress.

And so the swift battle of irrelevant magics continued. Alanna soon raced past Talos, who had a hand to his face to hide his smile, as she cried for mercy and warded away the simple illusions. Tanya’s black stallion flashed past him a moment later charging at full tilt, but was soon driven away from Alanna by a stream of water and a helpful enchant.

“Traitorous steed!” Tanya loudly declared as her horse turned about and slowed to a halt. Talos, keeping his same pace, rode past the drenched sorceress and her unwilling stallion at a trot.

“It’s probably for the better; I like her nose how it is,” he softly said, silently telling his enchantress to return the horse’s self-determination in the same breath. Tanya huffed and wiped her face again, then rode up beside him.

“I would’ve returned it come nightfall,” she muttered with a smile, reaching out for her levitating spell tome. She looked it over in her hands and wiped the cover clean of water, chuckling. “Oh. That’s why she told me to shut the book. How thoughtful.”

“Gracious, even,” Talos dryly replied.

“Let’s not be hasty here,” Tanya smirked.

“I think she may even like you,” he continued.

“Yes, well… tell her to come back,” she sighed, giving the distant enchantress a friendly wave. “I won’t give her a crooked nose. Today.”

“Mm. Sounds like the feeling may even go both ways.”

“Now that’s very hasty, Talos,” she warmly replied. “But probably true. It’s difficult not to like her.”

“Told ya,” he shrugged.

“Not to mention we… well, you know…” Tanya shook her head in an attempt to will her blush and smile away, but failed in the endeavor as she looked on the approaching enchantress. She cast her gaze skyward instead. “Why are we following the sun, Talos? Where in the world are you taking us?”

He cleared his throat. “Old man Barnabas’ place,” he answered.

“Old man who?” Tanya smiled. Talos reached for his saddlebags, producing his map of the easterlands a moment later. He unfurled it, then leaned in towards Tanya to share it.

He pointed at a small ‘x’ on the map. “Here. The only company we’ll likely find out in these parts.”

Tanya took the scroll from him, squinting at it. “Old Man Barnabas… the Greatest Hooch-Maker in Solais?” she asked, reciting the marking’s label.

“Mhm. I’m hoping it’s drink,” Talos replied, taking the map back. “And I’m hoping it’s good. Though, judging from Mattias’ strange taste in women… who knows?” he chuckled.

“Oh? Are you telling me you wouldn’t sleep with a succubus, Talos?”

“Sleep with? Sure, I’d try anything once, even the goat-woman. Live with, though?” he replied, shaking his head. Alanna spoke when she soon completed her fifty-yard return to them giggling, smiling, and being that ray of sunshine she was.

“Don’t be greedy, my love. We’ve Tanya to dream of now,” she gently chided him, turning her horse about to trot alongside.

“I dunno, Alanna. Mattias professed that the goat-woman could ride for hours on end, whereas we know Tanya tires after only a quar… ter… sorry,” Talos coughed out, backpedaling from his jest at the sight of one displeased sorceress.

“No no, go on,” Tanya replied with a coy smirk. “Please, continue to compare my sexual prowess with that of a demoness. Your nose is safe for now.”

Talos wiped his nose as he looked out to the horizon instead, decidedly not continuing that avenue of conversation. He sighed.

“Sure hope it’s drink.”

-=-=-

The clouds overhead were swept away and the sun had turned to orange by the time the party neared their destination for the night. A brisk wind pushed against them as they rode, as if telling the trio they were headed in the wrong direction, but Talos paid it no mind.

Before them stood a gently-sloping hill, ringed by trees and a pair of streams flowing to the straightened shores to their south. Atop the hill laid a single modest house, from which a soft trail of white smoke rose into the sky. The location of such a home wouldn’t have confused Talos had there been farmlands around it’s perimeter, but as he neared all he spied was a small garden fit for one. A hermit, he supposed; he’d encountered their kind more than a hundred times, and found that each was more insane than the next.

Talos took the lead as their horses cantered up the hillside. His eyes darted left and right as he neared the cottage as if suspecting a trap, but besides the garden, the home, the trees and the streams, all he could see was a single, lonesome dog, who barked at him as they neared. Talos dismounted first, unequipping his sword and crossbow as he did, and made his way to the house’s entrance.

Sure, it would florya escort have made more sense for Alanna to take the lead. No man or woman could resist her charms, after all, even if they were warded; but three days without seeing a single soul made a swordsman nervous, and so he was the one who rapped on the door whilst his sorceresses stood behind him wearing their best smiles. Talos crossed his arms when he heard the approaching footsteps from inside.

The door slowly creaked opened just a crack, displaying a portly, older man who held a loaded crossbow pointed at Talos’ chest. The old man cleared his throat, and spoke to his uninvited guests with a raspy voice.

“I’ve no coin here for ye to thieve, scoundrel,” the old man said with a squint. “Best try Hardcore, or another town who’s more use of currency.”

Talos waved a hand, but kept his arms crossed. “Fortunately I’ve no desire for coin this day Barnabas, no matter how true your story may ring. I’m unarmed. Can I ask the same from you before someone is injured?”

Alanna was already reading in the portly man of course, and she found he held no desire to shoot at his guests. The portly man wasn’t even sure if the crossbow would still work, seeing how old it was. Alanna pushed these thoughts onto Talos, who found them entirely irrelevant; no man but the stone-hearted ever desired to shoot another, and the stone-hearted typically don’t grow old.

The man’s squinting gaze finally left the bloodied, intimidating form that was Talos, to instead look at the two deceptively-innocent-looking maids behind him; he lowered his crossbow soon after.

“Ye’ve heard of me?” old man Barnabas asked of Talos. “But, how’s such a thing possible? Who’re ye?”

Talos extended a gloved hand before realizing it was covered in a layer of blood and grime, then removed his glove.

“Name’s Talos, and my women go by Alanna and Tanya, mages both,” Talos greeted, nodding his head respectively, and shaking Barnabas’ trigger hand after he’d set his crossbow against the inner wall of his cottage. “We were led this way by the half-man Mattias, who swore up and down that you were the greatest hooch-maker in Solais. So, rather than coin, I seek whatever deserved such praise, and perhaps a sturdy roof for the night if you could offer it.”

“That fookin’ midget!” Barnabas guffawed with a hearty shake. “How’s tha’ little bastard getting along? Hopefully hasn’t lost his legs I pray, lest he be forced closer to the ground!”

Talos chuckled. “He’s well Barnabas, and fortunately still possesses both his feet. May we come inside?”

Barnabas put a hand on the door to swing it fully open, and offered an outstretched palm for his unexpected guests. “But of course! Any friend of Mattias is a friend o’ mine. Just mind the mess, if ye would. Not many travelers venture this way, if ye can imagine such a boon.”

Talos nodded. “I can. Gratitude, Barnabas,” he softly said before stepping past him to enter the cottage. He was aware of the hermit’s lingering gaze on both Alanna and Tanya as they did the same with smiles and gratitudes, but didn’t pay it any mind. Such a thing was to be expected.

Barnabas poked his head out from the cottage once the threesome was inside. “Mutt! Inside!” Talos heard the jangling of a collar, and then watched on with a smile as Barnabas’ dog ran inside the house. Barnabas shut the door after him, then turned to the trio.

“Make yerselves comfortable! I’ve rabbit and greens fer supper tonight, same as all nights, and there’s a washboard and suds by the stream if either ye ladies need’ta wash yer clothes.”

Want to be my washerwoman? Talos smirked to his enchantress, receiving a similar smile from her. He figured the old man’s haste recommendation came from a desire to see the sorceresses disrobe, which was also to be expected.

“Gratitude, Barnabas,” Alanna giggled. “Perhaps on the morn’, when I could better see what I’m washing?”

Talos grinned as he looked around the room. Everything appeared self-made by the old hermit, with materials found nearby rather than purchased in town. The couch, for example, was more of a wooden bench, whilst the rocking chair beside the crackling fireplace had the simple edges of an untrained carpenter.

“S’pose that makes sense,” Barnabas grinned, clasping his hands together. “Well, I’ve a never-used guestroom in any case, just down the hall there,” he nodded, then turned his gaze back to Talos. “But ye came fer hooch! And I got yer hooch. Tell me, Talos, do ye desire mandrake, or nightshade?”

Talos smiled, now that his hopeful wish that hooch was indeed drink was answered. “I’ll avoid the poison tonight and take the mandrake, Barnabas.”

The hermit guffawed, clapping Talos on the shoulder. “But, me man! They’re both poisons, just like all drink! Perhaps I should’a said woody nightshade, though; a bit more’va edible fruit than it’s cousin.”

Talos grinned, shrugging. “Let’s try both, then. What the hells.”

“Both! I can already escort mecidiyeköy tell yer a good man. Sit down, all ye, and make yerselves comfortable. Let an ol’ man fetch the drinks and cups.”

“Thank you,” Tanya smiled, taking a gander at the bench behind her before gracefully lowering herself onto it. She was joined by her companions a moment later, whilst Barnabas skipped towards the back of the house to clang around in the kitchen for a minute. His dog came up to Alanna in the interim, who gave him her back-patting, ear-rubbing attentions.

“What a nice man,” she said to her companions as she pet the dog. “He gave us the warmest welcome we’ve received in all of Solais.”

“Besides the crossbow, you mean,” Tanya softly mused.

“Can you blame him?” Talos shrugged. “He may not have coin, sure, but drink and a house is more than enough reason for bandits to strike. Hells, I’ve seen robbers try to take a life for a pair of boots.”

“Boots?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Boots,” he confirmed. “By their nature, peasants aren’t blessed with the fortune of being the Chancellor of Tardia’s daughter, Tanya. A good pair of boots can cost them a month’s fortune, and a lack of boots can cost them their lives. Poverty breeds desperation, desperation breeds thievery, and the world spins on anyway.”

“Well, I know that,” Tanya blushed. Alanna giggled, leaning in to ruffle the dog’s fur with both hands.

“If I were queen, I’d give boots to all my subjects,” she generously declared. Talos scooched towards her to kiss her on the cheek.

“And what great royalty you’d make, honey,” Talos smirked as he retreated. “Queen Alanna the Temptress.”

“Queen Alanna the Well-broken,” Tanya giggled in jest. Alanna shot her a glare as she assaulted the dog in front of her with love.

“Queen Alanna the Beautiful,” she corrected her. “Come on Tanya, you know I’d only spread my legs for my most loyal subjects.”

“Which would be literally everyone, enchantress,” Tanya shot back, sticking out her tongue. Alanna groaned.

“Ugh! The things I put up with to keep the peace in my realm,” she giggled as Barnabas returned to the hall, juggling two large glasses and four wooden cups in his arms. Talos shot up from the wooden bench to help him set them on the table, then sat back down between his sorceresses as Barnabas poured the first round.

“Alright ye intrepid folks,” he said. “We’re startin’ with the mandrake. Ye’ve had hooch before, I take it?”

“None of us have, sir,” Alanna answered with a smile. Barnabas grinned.

“Ohh, I see. So none of ye’s have nothing to compare it to. Well! It tastes like fire,” he explained, handing a cup to Alanna, “it’s repulsive to all ye’s senses,” he continued, serving Tanya, “and it’ll knock ye’s on yer butt if yer not careful,” he finished, handing a glass to Talos before taking one for himself. “Fer the ladies, I’d recommend holdin’ yer nose. Goes down easier that way. Talos, I’ll kick ye out of my home if ye try the same. Give us summin’ to drink to.”

Talos raised his drink, as did the other three. “To finding friends in unexpected places,” he cheered, tilting his drink towards Barnabas, before bringing it to his lips and downing the double shot of poignant liquor on the first try. He couldn’t resist grimacing when he felt his throat, lungs, and heart fill with flame, and he sharply exhaled when he slammed his cup back onto the table. “Hoooo shit.”

Alanna, in the meantime, was sharply coughing to his right and shaking her head. Tanya, still plugging her nose as best she could, was now panting louder than the dog.

“It’s… it’s… respectable, Barnabas,” she tried complimenting, her cheeks reddening whilst she gave her damnedest not to hurl. Barnabas grinned as he stood over them, apparently immune to the drink’s effects, and set to pouring the second round.

“A bit spicy, that one is. Let’s try the nightshade next,” he generously proposed. Talos nodded, Tanya put a hand up in refusal, and Alanna continued to cough and sputter.

“Sounds great,” she croaked out.

-=-=-

And so the drinks flowed as the night drew long. Talos and Barnabas matched one another’s pace with enthusiasm as they shared tales of heroism and adventure, whilst Alanna and Tanya, neither of them enthusiastic nor eager to consume any more of the vile liquid, kept to water.

Talos felt on top of the world after only three drinks of the magical liquor. With a peasant’s drawl did he slur his words after five. Somewhere between the seventh and tenth he’d even somehow found his sword, and decided from then on to swing it about as he paced about the room and regaled the old man Barnabas with many a tale.

Only after the eleventh did he begin telling the story of why he, Alanna, and Tanya were actually here in the first place. He spoke of elven princesses, of white towers of yore, and of the origins of the Emerald Moon seen the world over. Barnabas, to his credit, seemed to take the stories in stride, no matter how ridiculous they would have seemed to most. The party had learned earlier that he’d been an adventurer in his younger years as well, before deciding to settle in the countryside and away from the troubles of civilization. This worldly view likely helped his digestion of Talos’ tales.

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Chapter 7 – Find Love

It was late when Fantine finished her tale. They were both tired and really needed some rest.

“I should leave and let you go to bed,” Fantine said as she stretched and yawned.

“You must stay with me,” asserted Liz. “Please, I insist. It’s much too late to be driving about. And there is so much for us to talk about in the morning.” She placed a hand on Fantine’s. “Really. I would worry terribly if you left now and it’s no trouble at all.”

“Very well,” said Fantine. She looked deep into Liz’ eyes and smiled warmly.

Those soft eyes and pretty smile worked on Liz. Their encounter in the arcade was still fresh in her mind. The temptation was there to surrender herself to her lust and dive into the tangled bliss her new friend offered but she was wise enough to know lasting relationships were not founded on abrupt impulses. “You can sleep with me, if you don’t mind,” offered Liz. She did not mean to imply anything but it was the only bed she had and it would be callous to offer a guest anything less.

There was nothing to debate. She rose and led her new friend to her bedroom. “You must be tired,” Liz offered. “It’s not a hotel suite but it’s comfy.”

Liz took a spot between her bed and her dresser and began removing her clothes. She dropped her skirt to the floor and remembered she had left her panties in the car. She felt embarrassed and quickly dug into a dresser drawer to get a clean pair. As she removed her blouse the notion caught in her mind that she was shy about her body in front of Fantine. She really had no reason for coyness. She had shared deep intimacy with this woman. Albeit, through a hole, it was closeness and rapture like she had never known. Her precious Charm had penetrated deep into Fantine’s pussy; it was not at all a casual encounter. Fantine had delved into Charm to a point beyond mere union and triggered ecstasy that verged on a spiritual experience. She shook off her momentary embarrassment and was glad to be rid of it. This would be the first night of a long personal relationship. Liz finally had someone she could bond with. Now at hand was the development of that relationship.

Fantine showed neither hesitation nor embarrassment, she simply stepped to the opposite side of the bed and began undressing. She slipped off her shoes and stepped out of her dress. With no ceremony, the slender, girlish-figured woman took down the bedspread and slid under the covers of Liz’ bed. She propped herself up on her elbow and watched Liz.

Liz stood in her bra and panties, she was wrestling with the idea of putting on pajamas like she usually did but she knew it would be rude to humble her guest. She turned out the light and slid into bed facing Fantine. They bid each other good night and closed their eyes.

Liz opened her eyes again to study Fantine’s face. She looked sweet and angelic and Liz knew it would be easy to become enamored with her as friend and companion. In spite of the sex they had shared tonight, she still wondered about the kind of love relationship she could surrender herself to. It involved opening up a part of herself that she had shuttered away in darkness for centuries. It would mean embracing behavior that was alien to her. She knew it was time to confront aspects of sensuality, sexuality and interpersonal accord like she had never known.

Fantine’ eyes suddenly fluttered open. The two women smiled and they held each other’s gaze.

“It is a scary thing, to trust a new friend,” whispered Fantine; her voice was raspy from her long story. “It is hard to believe, over the years… I look for you,… you become very dear to me.” She took Liz’ hand and kissed it. “I come to you because I love you, my Elizabeth. I will protect you from all harm, now and always. If we are sisters or no.”

Liz was touched that Fantine seemed to feel what she was struggling with. “Yes, thank you. We are two of a kind. We should be taking care of each other.” She raised herself on her elbow, leaned over Fantine and they kissed. It was sweet and tender. Liz laid her head next to her new friend. They smiled at each other again and closed their eyes. ‘Yes,’ Liz thought. ‘We will be lovers.’ She could feel the notion as a seed planted in her heart. She needed merely to wait for it to sprout and love would finally be hers. Seconds later, she was sound asleep.

—-

When Liz awoke, she found Fantine still sleeping peacefully beside her. She quietly slid out of bed, put on a robe she had hanging on the closet door and went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. It was some minutes later as she was reading the paper that Fantine padded into the room. With her dress pulled on and still unbuttoned, her hair fallen across her face, and her eyes all puffy she looked sweet and innocent like a girl at a sleep over.

Liz greeted her with a peck on the cheek. The two chatted lightly as Liz fixed them a light breakfast of toast and yogurt with fresh fruit. She was pleasantly shocked at escort fındıkzade how easy it was for her to relax in Fantine’s presence and wondered if it was all they had in common, the intimacy they shared at the arcade, or if it was something deeper.

“Fantine, about last night… ,” Liz began after she’d finally built up enough courage to broach the subject. “When you got into me… When you reached within me so deep, what happened?”

“You do not know,” came the awestruck reply?

“I felt what you did to me… “

“Yes,” Fantine coaxed?

“It was… Wow. It was fantastic… beyond anything, ever,” Liz laughingly recalled.

“Yes, and then what,” Fantine anxiously plied?

“Well, apart from what was going on in my head, I kind of blacked out.”

“You do not remember?”

“No.” said Liz flatly. “I just remember coming to on the floor. What happened?”

“Well… at first, you get real… êtes devenu très tendu. Stiff. And then you sway, back and forth a little,” she explained. “After that, you moan and laugh. Then you moan real loud. You screamed and I think maybe I hurt you. But you keep the hold on to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Liz said with a blush. “I hope I didn’t scare you too much.”

“It was very good I think, yes?” Fantine took her hand and spoke confidingly, “Maybe you show me some time, yes? I would like to have this feeling… with you.”

“Oh yes! Of course, we… umm,” Liz started. She was caught up in a girlish excitement that tickled her in a way she had not felt in years. Her own frankness and unbridled interest shocked her. ‘But why should it?’ she thought. If there was any one on earth she could finally trust and open up to it was Fantine. “Yes, I would love to show you.” The two silently smiled at each other for a moment before breaking out in a nervous giggle. Liz flushed and took an instant to tuck away the fresh feeling for later reflection.

They talked for hours more about basically the physiology they shared and their feelings about it. They exchanged anecdotes on the major historical events, especially of the past one hundred forty years; where they were and what impression they had of epic events like wars, natural catastrophes, and cultural phenomena they could both recall. They talked about famous people they had known.

While Liz’ encounters were mostly in science, art and academia like Louis Pasteur, Victor Hugo, and Albert Einstein; Fantine’s were mostly royalty, politicians and entrepreneurs like Prince Edward of England, Benito Mussolini, and Gottlieb Daimler. They did discover that, apart from their mutual Venetian friend, they had both met Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Woodrow Wilson, and Henri Rousseau. They were both amused by how small the world could be if one’s life is big enough.

They traded their impressions of the human race as abject observers; non-playing characters; spectators freed from the oppression of mortality. They shared their feelings about their unique perspective, outside of mankind and still part of it. Liz had been enthralled with Fantine’s tale the night before, now she was hanging on her adventurous friend’s every word; trying hard to know every facet of the new personality in her life.

As noon approached, they decided upon collecting Fantine’s things from her hotel and stopping somewhere for lunch. Liz took a quick shower, something she usually did immediately after a trip to an arcade, and dressed in slacks and a sweater to join Fantine, dressed and ready, in the living room. They took Fantine’s car and continued their engrossing conversation on the way to the hotel.

Once in her room, Fantine casually stripped herself nude before Liz. They chatted lightly as they had all morning about their likes and dislikes, also simple things and casual observations. It was part of a familiarization process that all new friends go through, however, this one had promise of something deeper. Liz admired her openness and trusting nature. She also admired her form, her toned body and smooth clear skin. She found her eyes drawn to Fantine’s thick, triangular pubic nest and all the wonder that lie within it. Fantine laid out her clothes and then immersed herself in the shower.

She invited Liz into the bathroom so they could continue their chat. Liz was touched by the gesture. After her shower Fantine went about laying out something to wear and packing up her things. She remained nude as she worked; displaying herself for Liz; tactically offering herself to Liz. All the time she looked deeply into Liz’ eyes, smiled happily, and made a point to touch Liz at every opportunity. It was having its intended effect; the giddy glow inside Liz grew into something that dwelt unavoidably on her conscious mind.

“I had to buy new clothes for this cold weather,” explained Fantine as she worked.

“They’re very pretty,” Liz said. She could not keep her eyes off her enchanting companion. She enjoyed interacting with her and being escort maslak the focus of her attention.

“Do you like the white or the blue,” Fantine offered as she held up two pair of panties on either side of her sex? Liz pointed at the blue but her eyes stayed focused on the dark, merging combs of her friend’s pussy.

Fantine knelt on the bed beside where Liz sat. She put her hand on Liz’ shoulder. “What do you see,” she asked in a low sultry voice?

A doorway was opening to something sex had never been for Liz. “I see what I want,” she started to say. She reached for Fantine’s dark mound of feminine mystery and sought to meld with; not just what it held inside but with the woman beyond. Rapture, release, familiarity and refuge all within her grasp. She held back. “But I’m reluctant to take it”

“Qu’est-ce que c’est? Reluctant,” asked Fantine?

“Afraid,” replied Liz. She smiled to reassure her friend. “Sex has always only been something I do to stay young. It’s never been an emotional exchange with another person. ‘ know what I mean?”

“Yes, I think so. You need not to hide any more, my Elizabeth,” whispered Fantine.

“Okay,” said Liz as she tried not to cry. “Teach me not to hide and I’ll make you glad you found me.”

“I am already glad.” Fantine kissed her on her forehead, smiled at her and then merrily went about her chore.

Packed and dressed in blue jeans and a pullover, Fantine and Liz checked her out of the hotel and stowed her luggage, then it was off to a nice bistro Liz knew of for lunch. Their conversation turned light and frivolous as the two women were quickly becoming very close and familiar. Liz was enjoying Fantine like no one she had ever known, and why not? They were two of a kind. But it was more than that, everything Fantine said or did made Liz glow with happiness in a kind of way she had almost completely forgotten.

After lunch, they strolled through a pleasant park hand in hand. As they walked and talked, Liz was becoming entranced by the girl’s every move. Fantine’s beauty, her playful charm, and her sultry, knowing stare were working on Liz. She felt herself falling under some kind of spell that filled her with a warm glow and tugged on her heart. Old feelings that she had isolated deep within her were bubbling up She wanted to scoop up her charming new friend in her arms and hold her close like a playful kitten. Liz was beginning to yearn for privacy so she could do just that. Her opportunity was coming soon.

Their casual stroll took them into seclusion amidst a grove of cypress trees. The newfound seclusion pushed Liz to respond to what she was feeling. She stopped in her tracks and pulled Fantine to a halt. The two faced each other and Liz addressed her urge to take her new friend in her arms and indulge all the wants she could not explain. She reached out to Fantine but something stopped her. She was confused. Feelings that had slumbered so long were now waking, not for a man, but another woman. She looked at Fantine, her eyes were full of bewilderment and consternation.

Fantine smiled and cupped Liz’ face in her hands. “Is it so difficult,” she asked? “Love… it is more than where we find it.” She dropped her hands to her sides and took Liz’ hands. “I had eighty years to think about mine.”

It was like salvation stood before Liz and was waiting for her response. The thought of putting it off for the sake of her old-fashioned hang-ups over a lover’s gender set her on the verge of screaming in frustration. She thought of all the nameless men she had used in an utter vacuum of affection and her mind was made.

“Can I have the next eighty,” Liz asked, on the verge of tears.

“Eighty, eighty thousand,” whispered Fantine and she gathered Liz in her arms and kissed her deeply.

If their kiss was having any chemical effect on each other, they really could not have noticed. Their passion was authentic and fueled by nothing more than the moment and their newly awakened longings for each other.

A thrill moved through Liz. So long it had been since she enjoyed a kiss with another. She wrapped her arms around Fantine and held her tight. She let her lover gently suck on her tongue and basked in Fantine’s warmth. Their bodies melted together, Fantine cooed to her and pushed her hips against Liz’ in a gentle, telling rhythm. They might have collapsed to the ground and flailed against each other in pursuit of cresting their boiling desire if nervous laughter had not interrupted their embrace.

They pulled apart defensively and turned to meet a small group of teenagers who had stumbled upon them amidst the trees. It was an awkward moment. The youngsters giggled their snide remarks quietly amongst themselves and Liz felt like curling up into a ball in embarrassment. Fantine, however, was not the least bit timid about her actions. She sensed Liz’ trepidation, took her hand and simply led her out between the trees and back out into the escort topkapı park green, laughing, just like she had in the arcade.

Liz quickly realized the silliness of her fear and began shrugging off her nervousness. This life was already behind her. They both laughed as they ran through the park back to Fantine’s car. Liz was amazed at how free she felt; about how Fantine had dispelled her fear and eased her discomfort with her brave, bold action. She felt so safe in Fantine’s hands.

She was also still feeling her arousal. She yearned for Fantine’s touch and longed to be alone with her. They got into the car with little or no discussion. Their destination was set and Fantine drove toward Liz’ home.

Their excitement mounted the closer they got to Liz’ apartment. They were both anxious to be alone and bring their flesh into play. Liz pushed out with Charm; filling her vagina with its anxious presence; anticipating the joining to Fantine; yearning to tie together in rapture.

At last, Fantine pulled into the parking lot. The two women practically trotted in to the elevator, their giddiness evident in their glowing faces. Fantine took Liz’ hand on the ride up.

Thoughts of their previous encounter, the night before, in the arcade, played in Liz’ mind. She recalled the overwhelming assault on her senses and the frightening loss of control. She looked to her companion and tried to utter her guarded concern. “Honey,” she whispered. “Darling, let’s be careful. Alright?”

“Yes, my love. We know now,” Fantine softly soothed. “The wall, it is not between us tonight.” She took Liz’s hand in both of hers and brought it to her lips and kissed it and held it against her cheek. “We will take each other to that place… we will bring each other back.”

Liz trusted her temperament and she knew she would be safe. The door opened on Liz’ floor and the couple darted to her door. A quick turn of a key and they were home, alone at last, and locked within their refuge.

Nothing impaired them now. Fantine shrugged her coat from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Liz followed suit and stepped toward Fantine. She lifted her hands toward Fantine’s shoulders and waited for her love partner to engage her touch. They laced their fingers and slowly brought their faces together. Liz pursed her lips for their kiss but Fantine held back. She took control and stayed off the kiss to pique Liz’ desire. She let their lips and noses gently brush in concert in a subtle tease that sent Liz’ heart aflutter.

When Fantine finally brought her mouth to meet Liz’ it was electric. Liz moaned her delight and wrapped her arms around her lover. So long it had been since she lost herself in a kiss and to have it now with her newly found, fresh feelings was like the glow of a Spring sun’s first warm rays. Fantine’s tongue found hers and they traded uninhibited caresses. Liz knew she should have reservations about the strangeness of sharing romance with another woman but that reluctance was drowned by the joyous surrender she was now enjoying in Fantine’s arms. Their bodies melted together and their two soft forms became one.

Inside herself, Liz felt with Charm her moistening desire. She yearned to reach out and bond herself with Fantine through her deprived appendage. Charm twisted and churned within her cunt, striving to break free and engage its rival in Fantine. Liz was wrestling with a surge of emotions running through her. All of her repressed longings fought for release in this liberating tryst. It was all so wonderful and she wanted so much more of it.

In frustration she broke free of Fantine and stepped back. She brought her hands up to her face and tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were wild with passion and they devoured her beautiful friend before her. She was torn. This contact, these emotions, this alternate orientation were all contrary to the strict rules Liz had established for her life and very nature. But it enticed her so.

Fantine smiled seductively and slowly drew her top up over her shoulders and head. She tossed it aside and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. She scooped her pert breasts in her hands and waited for Liz’ response.

Liz wanted her flesh like nothing she had ever known. She spun around in the fervor of her emotions and with shaking hands pulled her sweater off and then released her breasts from their brassiere confines. They hung round and firm on her chest, her nipples ached in their stiff arousal. She shook her head and let her wavy hair spill freely around her shoulders. For a minute the two just drank in each other and then dove into a new embrace.

Fantine’s tender cuddle set Liz’ senses on fire. Liz had never known any such subtle delight as her breasts cradled in such soft warm skin. She indulged her touch in the creamy smoothness of Fantine’s back. They drank each other’s kiss like cool water on a hot, dry day. This is what Liz had missed all those years. This was the human affection she had shunned for her own safety and it was hers now to drown herself in. .

It was Fantine who yielded first to the call of deeper passion. She broke their kiss and taking Liz’ hand, led her to the bedroom. Liz lingered at the doorway and watched her enticingly beautiful partner pose herself among the shadows.

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I was standing there trying to decide what to do. I had taken all the weapons to the ship.

“You’ve returned awfully soon,” I heard Rommie say. “Is anything the matter?”

I held out all three of the weapons. “Yeah, you might say that. These cannot be here; the technology alone could throw this world into chaos. Never mind that they are also not in phase with this reality or universe.”

Rommie only looked at me as I started to pace the deck for a few moments. “Logically, the only thing I can suggest, is that you return all to their rightful owner.”

I turned to stare at Rommie, “just how in the hell am I expected to do that? Not only do I not know how they got here if I brought them, I also, have no idea how I can go to their realities.”

Rommie was silent again for a few minutes, then made a throat clearing sound. I turned to look at her. ” I think I have a possible answer. After analyzing all data up to this moment, it is obvious that you can do almost what you want to with a thought.”

I could only stare at her as I tried to take in just what she had said. “I’m not so sure Rommie, I mean I tried not too long ago.”

“Captain Thomas, everything indicates that you can do this. Readings also indicate that the more you use them, the stronger they get,” Rommie said.

I thought about it, it sounded like something I had read in a story somewhere. I had used the thought shift as I was starting to call it what? Twice, three many four times? So, it had gained a little strength.

“Ok, not sure I can do this,” I said as I thought of the ship high in orbit. I was shocked when a mere two seconds later we were high above the earth.

“Well,” Rommie said with a smile. “That was sure a time saver.”

I stared at Rommie incredulously, “here I thought that you weren’t a smart ass.”

Again, Rommie smiled, “I was always told while they were programming me that I had unique, memory algorithms. Many said that I almost had synapses.”

“You mean more like a human brain or… whatever the ones that created you were,” I said.

“Well,” she started “they were humanoid not too dissimilar than you. Though many things within were different.”

“Yeah, so not really human, I can also assume that Dylon wasn’t human either?” I asked.

“Actually, his physiology was very much like yours,” Rommie said.

I started to shake my head; I forgot that unlike most A.I.s Rommie had an infuriating personality at times. I stopped a moment, just where in the hell had that thought come from?

Searching through my memories I tried to think of something that might help. “Tell me Rommie, what is your primary function?”

Rommie’s eyes blinked a few times as if he were human and trying to pick her words, interesting. “I am the main operator of this small ship. I was created to aid you in all your missions that you have.”

I narrowed my eyes at her with this answer, “uh huh, answer the question, what is your primary function?”

“Sir?” She said, “I am not…”

“Can it Rommie, answer the question what is your primary function!’ I almost shouted.

I expected a reaction though not the one I got, Rommie lowered her head, and I could swear that her lip trembled. “Sir, I am to aid you in anything you need. I was created for you and you only. I am highly advanced beyond the Rommie that you remember.” Her she stepped toward me, then her image solidified! She continued toward me, kissed me, the faded to a holo-gram again.

For A moment I could only stare at her, touching my lips my eyes went wide. “Ok, I never remember you being able to do that.”

Rommie bowed her head, “as I said I am far more advanced beyond the Rommie you remember.”

I was still a little shocked, as I started to go through everything that had happened up to this point. “So, you have no idea just who created you?”

Rommie’s head slowly raised as she looked at me with a curious look. “Sir? You don’t know?”

“Rommie, do I look like I freakin know?” I almost shouted, regretting it a moment later.

I watched as Rommie shrank back, trying to make herself as small as possible. Damn I thought, I also don’t remember her being this sensitive. Great now I was feeling like a first-class heel.

I took a deep breath as I looked at Rommie, “I’m sorry Rommie, I am more frustrated than I have ever been in my life. Can you do a scan of me,” I said as I moved to an input panel. I then started to enter data though it was in simple language, “use these parameters.”

I swear Rommie let out a breath of relief as she assimilated what I was typing. “I will as soon as you are finished. Ah! I see I will have to manipulate a few scanners so that I can accomplish this,” Rommie then vanished.

I started to input data faster then stopped as I realized that in was going a hell of a lot faster than I had ever done. I shrugged as I thought a moment then started back up.

Behind escort çapa the wall of instruments in front of me, there was a surge of power, then I heard machinery working back there. As soon as I finished, there was a pause of the machinery, then another minute it worked again.

A few moments after they stopped Rommie reappeared. “I believe that we are ready,” Rommie said with a smile.

I nodded as a small scanner came out of the wall passing down me, up me, down then up again. “With the parameters you have provided, it appears that ninety eight percent of the adjustments are finished. The last two show no sign of movement or improvement. I am sorry, the chemical that you outlined I do not have three components to finish.”

“So, I take it without these three, it would prove to be fatal to me. The problem is without it, I am afraid that I might revert back to what I was,” I told Rommie.

“I cannot allow that to happen, if you revert, it will mean to end of me. I do not wish to return to being nothing,” A saddened Rommie said.

“So, I just have to figure out where the three components are, then get there,” I said.

I walked to the table I had put the three, I did a double take noticing that now? There were five weapons instead of three. Three different types of Phasers, a Guass gun from Hunt’s universe and a Liberty Hammer from Reynolds reality.

I shook my head the whole damn universe seemed to be against me. I reached to touch the Liberty Hammer, which looked much like an earth pistol. I should have known that something odd was going to happen. Did I listen? Hell no!

The instant I touched it I felt a slight shock run through me. Then I was opening my eyes as I was on the deck against the bulkhead.

“Captain Thomas are you alright?” I heard Rommie ask.

“Not sure what the hell happened?” I asked shaking my head to clear it.

“When you touched the weapon from Captain Reynolds reality, you were blown across the room. Some type of portal opened, drawing us in. That was a minute ago,” Rommie told me.

I tried stand up immediately, bad mistake, I immediately went back down to the deck, not gently. A few moments later I saw that we were starting to slow down, then we shot out of the corridor or tunnel or whatever we were in.

This time I got to my feet slowly, “where are we? I asked as I looked at the readings, might as well be another language I thought then it suddenly made sense. “Is this right?”

“Yes sir, we appear to be out past Pluto,” Rommie said then several alarms started to go off. “Sir, I am detecting several heavily armed ships approaching at a slow speed.”

I was about to say something, when an authoritative voice came on the radio. “This is the Alliance ship Hammer, come to prepare to be boarded. If we find no counter band, you will be allowed to continue on.”

I growled I remember this from the series, they wouldn’t find anything though they’d take the ship. A moment later an explosion near our ship pissed me off.

I was really pissed, then remembered, I had stealth, plus I could destroy all of them in a few minutes. A huge smile slowly spread across my face.

“Target the largest ship, full power energy weapons,” I told Rommie. “Open a channel, I do not recognize your Alliance. Therefore, I do not recognize your authority to stop nor board my ship. Any attempt to do so will be met with deadly, powerful force. Your toys that you call ships, are no match for me.”

The same voice came back on, “I am now authorized to seize you ship, placing you under arrest.”

“As soon as the lead ship is destroyed, go to stealth, move us behind them,” I told Rommie.

“Understood,” Rommie answered.

“This is your last chance, come to,” The voice stated.

“Fine, this is my answer, fire!” I said.

I watched with a smile of satisfaction as one moment the ship was there, mine fired, then there was a huge explosion. I felt Rommie moving the ship as there was chaos behind me. Damn I thought, did they even have shields?

It was then that I noticed that more ships were moving out a little faster to where the other ten were. Less than a minute later at least forty ships fired upon where we had been.

Ok this was more than a little over kill. “I want you to target their three largest ships, no make it four, I am tired of messing with them. Also, did you find out if that ass that was demanding we surrender was on the first ship?”

“Sir, he is on the very last ship, it appears that he hasn’t any confidence in his fleet,” Rommie advised me.

“Open another channel, Alliance ships, unless you want to lose more ships you should break off,” I told them.

“We are the mighty Alliance fleet we…” The voice was saying.

“Just shut him up,” I told Rommie.

There was a brief energy weapon flash, then the very last ship vanished. “Should escort fatih I take then other four?” Rommie asked. I only nodded then there were four less ships out there.

“Now, do I have to destroy more or are you going to go?” I asked what was left of the fleet.

A few moments later the fleet started to leave though one small ship stayed. “Sir?” Rommie said a minute later. “We have a signal from a ship that is calling it’s self the Serenity.”

I nodded I didn’t think we’d find Reynolds that fast, shit why did this feel like a really bad omen?

“Serenity, this is Rom 1, how can I help you?” I asked.

“I remember the voice, is this Captain John Thomas?” The voice asked.

“Hello Captain Reynolds, I thought I was gonna have a harder time finding you,” I told him.

“Not to sound ungrateful, what the hell are you doing here,” Reynolds asked.

“Ah that,” I said. “It appears that as soon as you left, I found a weapon from all five of you. I have what appears to be an almost new Liberty Hammer. Can’t have the technology in my reality, so I brought it back.”

“Uh huh, that’s all, why don’t I believe that? True you have done us more than a service getting rid of the commanding Alliance officer. What, you want to take over? Be another tyrant? Not going to happen, not while we are alive.”

I sighed, this was supposed to be easy, not hard dealing with an ass at almost every turn. “You obviously didn’t see how easy I destroyed all those ships, or how easy I could you. Rommie shut them down.”

I watched as the Serenity went dark, moving along side of it. I docked, then opened the outer docking hatch.

“Neutralize all weapons, then open their hatch,” I told Rommie.

“All weapons neutralized, I am afraid that there are four beings waiting inside the hatch,” Remmie said.

“Can you stun them as soon as the hatch is open?” I asked Rommie.

“I am prepared,” Rommie answered.

I stood back as she opened the hatch, I nodded as a holo-gram of myself walked through the hatch. There was a lot of grunting as the four jump out to attack me then hit the floor, passing through the image.

A second later they all yelled as Rommie shocked the hell out of them. I looked into the dark ship a moment, then Reyolds appeared in front of me.

“You know, for one that is hiding trying to not draw attention, you sure have a funny way of showing it,” I told him as he stared at me with a shocked look on his face.

“I told you I trust no one, especially when they attack and easily destroy four, fast attack, heavy destroyers,” Reynolds told me.

“You really think, that if I have the power to destroy what I did that, I couldn’t see your ship? Hiding amongst the rest of them? Please give me a break, like I said I am only here to return this.” With that I drew the weapon in question out from behind me.

Reynolds was smirking ’til I pulled the weapon out. The minute it appeared; his mouth was hanging open. “Where the hell did you get that? He said reaching for it.

“Like I said, I found it not long after you left. Why? Something special about it?” I asked.

“Yeah, “Reynolds said. “This appears to be either an exact copy or it really is his.”

“Ok, I’ll bite whose?” I asked him.

He turned to look at me still with a look of shock on his face. “It belonged to my father, before he disappeared. I haven’t had a single thing of his ’til now.” He then shook my hand. “Thank you, now I have something of him.”

“No problem, I need to go I have four more to deliver. As you might remember they are in different realities or universes, not sure which. Sorry I can’t stay, possibly help more, though the five biggest gone, might give them pause.”

Reynolds smiled large, “not sure but at least now they know they aren’t the best out there. Uh, you aren’t gonna turn us back on, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, later,” I said as their hatch closed, then I moved back as ours closed. “Alright, as soon as we are a great distance away release them Rommie.”

“Away now Sir, now at ten thousand, I have released the damping field on them,” Rommie said.

In the distance I saw that the Serenity was coming alive, a moment later they turned they flashed out.

In was about to reach for another weapon, when there was an explosion not far from the ship.

“Have they had a damn lock on us?” I asked Rommie.

“No sir, though we have a problem, we are very slowly venting atmosphere. I have most of it sealed, though we are still slowing losing atmosphere,” A worried Rommie told me.

“How many are we looking at?” I asked.

“Analyzing, all thirty-five from before, plus it appears another fifteen. I am also detecting another twenty in hyperspace,” Rommie advised me.

“Open a channel, I don’t want to completely destroy this fleet, but I will if you force me. I do not recognize your authority, escort nişantaşı your Alliance, nor will I surrender to a weaker force,” I told them.

“Unidentified craft, you are ordered to surrender, for the wanton destruction of Alliance ships and personnel,” A new authoritative voice said.

“I repeat, I do not wish to destroy all of the ships, though I will, to defend myself. You have fired on my ship twice without provocation, by all rights I can destroy you with a clear conscious,” I said.

A large loud amount of laughter came from the com., Between clenched teeth I said, “the first ten energy and missiles.”

Yeah, they were laughing, ’til the first ten hips vanished within twenty seconds. Suddenly I had become a threat as the rest of the ships opened fire where we had been. “Next fifteen Rommie.” I said.

Within a minute another fifteen ships were nothing but floating debris. The last twenty-five ships were now no longer firing, several had moved back.

I shook my head, this was more distasteful than most anything I had done in my life. Thiry-one ships, countless Lifes, was really leaving a real bad taste in my mouth.

I was about to reach for one of the weapons when I felt Rommie move the ship further away. I was afraid that the others would show up before we left.

I looked at the twenty new arrivals. These were by far the heaviest armed and armored. I shook my head really? The new ships were indeed heavier though that was it. From the readings we were getting that was all that they had. The armor was a lot better though, the power? Wasn’t really much more at all.

At least they weren’t firing anymore. I was keeping an eye on the air gage didn’t want to lose it all before I got home.

I knew that we were playing a waiting game, though really what were they waiting for? They had lost twenty-six ships, twenty-five in less than two minutes.

“I am receiving a signal from the lead ship of those that just arrived. I am also reading that they are trying to track the signal, they won’t succeed,” Rommie informed me.

“Good, open a channel, keep a lock on those that just arrived. They obviously think that these heavier ships give them an advantage. I think that they are going to be sorely disappointed, don’t you?” I asked Rommie.

“Yes sir, I do believe that their power isn’t even half ours,” Rommie said.

So, I waited while all the ships had an obvious meeting. I wasn’t sure if they were trying to figure out if I was still here or not. Then if I was just what in the hell they were going to do.

A little less than an hour later I got my answer. They had tried to contact me though I had refused to answer. I was still watching the air situation, not that worried at the moment.

As I said less than an hour later, a different signal came from the lead ship. “To the ship that has destroyed many of the Alliance ships, we wish to parley. To come to terms for you destroying…”

Somewhat pissed for them only wasting time, but their obvious arrogance. “I warned all of them, they thought they were superior, they weren’t. They fired upon me thinking I was an easy target, I am not. I will not hesitate to destroy your little war toys. you’ve lost twenty-six, I have no problem with the last forty-five.

“There is no need for,” the voice started then the several of the ships fired next to where we were.

Over the open radio I said, “target all the twenty lead ships, full power full complement.”

“Wait! There’s no need for,” the voice started.

“Too bad you signed your own death, fire,” I told Rommie.

This time the front twenty ships actually tried to raise shields, nothing really. Within three minutes there were twenty more areas of debris.

“I think it’s time we went home,” I told Rommie as I thought of home and the earth.

out of nowhere a huge swirling portal opened in front of the ship, rapidly drawing us into it.

I looked at the air gauge as we started back to our reality, what in the hell? Why the hell weas the air starting to decline so fast?

“Sir, I suggest you climb into the chamber; we are losing atmosphere at a rapid rate.” Rommie said.

“You know I can’t, if I am not awake before we get there, I am afraid that we will drop out of the stream. No, I have to be here if we are to even have a chance to make it,” I told Rommie.

“Sir, John, I cannot lose you, the loss of you will result in my own end. I will do all I can to keep you alive,” Rommie said.

I nodded as I felt the air start to grow awful damn thin. Damn, we had only been in the stream for a minute, we needed at least another minute. The thing is could we do it?

A minute later I was almost gasping for breath, Rommie was pumping air in as fast as possible though the hole in the hull was taking it almost as fast.

Finally, we broke through in orbit, Rommie got us down as fast as possible, though I damn near got roasted. Then the oddest thing, I was on the ship, then in was suddenly in my bedroom.

I could feel consciousness starting to fail me as I increased the shield around the house. That was the last thing I remember as I slipped into the darkness thanking God for Rommie.

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