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This is the conclusion to my novel Enslaved – Love In The Future. I can’t express my gratitude for your support (and consistently high scores) on each chapter. I would greatly appreciate it if a few of you wonderful readers would make an effort to enter grades on parts 16, 17, 18 and 19. The scores are very high, but I need just a few more total votes to earn the “Hot” designation that attracts readers. It was my goal to write an actual piece of literature – a good story with a strong plot, believable characters, and lots of eroticism. Your scores and comments convince me that I succeeded. My thanks.

The Plan

Meena was drowsy when she found Nav. He’d shot her so full of sleeping aids that it took a lot of time to wear off. But it had done its job. She’d had the first good rest since Nav took to bed.

“Good morning, Master,” she said. She’d found him in his office, which was a long walk from her bedroom. Meena’s hair was a disorganized mess. She hadn’t fixed her makeup. Her eyes weren’t quite open. She looked absolutely lovely.

“Good morning, my love,” Nav said. “You look wonderful.”

“I look terrible,” she said.

“Agree to disagree,” Nav said.

He was listening to a recording of Meena playing a spritely tune originally performed by Benny Goodman. The wall in front of his desk displayed larger-than-life photographs of Meena on the day she competed in the fitness competition in Las Vegas. She looked fierce. The music and photos were inspiring.

“Have a seat, my love,” Nav said. Meena particularly liked hearing Nav say the word “love.” It made her feel secure. Nav knew he’d need to say that word a lot over the coming weeks. He needed to give her more orders – a lot more. He needed to stay active. And he needed to make love to her so she never worried their relationship was in trouble.

Mainly, he needed to lead her out of her crisis. He was her Master, and that was his job.

“I’ve been thinking about everything that has happened since people figured out that you are enslaved. You know as well as I do that this is a great big mess.”

Meena didn’t say anything. But she had a pained expression on her face that said more than enough. Her music and her Master were the only things she cared about. And Feva. She also loved Feva.

“I’ve been thinking, and you can stop worrying. We are going to fix this. I promise,” he said.

“Yes, Master,” she said. Meena didn’t know what her Master was thinking, but he always told her the truth.

“The first thing you will do is write a certain kind of song. It’s going to have to be funny.”

……………………………..

One week later Meena released a free song and video to her fans. It immediately began playing on virtually all news channels. As always, Nav told her to “do her best” when he described what the song should be, and she’d produced a wonderful piece of music. It was energetic. Joyful. The melody was delicious and the chord changes were masterful. The video showed her having an obvious good time as she played the song. The musicians playing with her looked happy, too.

The lyrics described the way people were talking about her, and that she felt like she was being judged. Still, the mood was light and hopeful, and the verse ended with her telling her fans what she wanted them to hear.

You know I love you all

You know that I do

But do I look like a victim to you?

Nav entered the video. They’d made sure the media never saw them together, so showing his face was something new that attracted lots of attention. He was the guy who said the nicest things! He’d given her that magnificent jewelry! Who WAS this guy? Was he really some perverted old man escort bayan güngören with too much money and not enough heart?

In the video, Nav did a series of subservient little tasks for Meena. He fetched coffee. Painted her toenails. He pretended to be a dog and Meena pretended to be his trainer. She had him sit and roll over, then gave him a treat and patted his head.

The funniest part had them shopping for women’s clothes. Meena looked over the merchandise as Nav followed along, weighted down by a large number of shopping bags.

She looked at two hats, one red and one blue. Meena looked back and forth, unable to pick one. She finally looked to Nav for advice. He looked at one, then the other, and finally pointed to the blue hat. She smiled and thanked him. Meena then put the blue hat back on the shelf and bought the red one, leaving Nav convinced that she’d only asked for his opinion so she could disagree with it.

The music kept returning to the idea that there was nothing wrong with the relationship she and Nav shared. Finally, at the end, Meena stopped joking around and looked straight into the camera.

I can never tell you all I feel for my man

Or how he feels about me

I’ve always had these feelings no one can understand

How much I love being his property

I’m proud to be his possession

I love that he owns me

But what you don’t understand

Is a big part of the plan

Is that he’s my possession, too

That was what happened Monday.

Nothing happened Tuesday. Nav wanted the new song and video to dominate the discussion for a full news cycle. The next development happened on Wednesday.

Charlie Frederik announced the creation of the Louis Armstrong Foundation. Created by Meena and Nav to help talented young people interested in jazz, the foundation would do everything from buying instruments and subsidizing school music instruction to providing mentors, rehearsal space, performance venues, recording opportunities, and anything else needed to help foster a new generation of jazz artists. Every cent of Meena’s income would go to the foundation, with Nav matching her contribution.

“It’s named after Louis Armstrong because he is such a powerful example of the transformative power of jazz,” Frederik said. “Armstrong was the illegitimate son of a prostitute. He grew up in one of the worst orphanages in America. But then he discovered jazz. It moved him to produce music so joyous and powerful that he re-made jazz in his own image, and we remember him today as the most important musician America ever produced.” It was easy to get Charlie to speak passionately. Just ask him about Louis Armstrong, then brace yourself

At first, the media treated this as a touchy-feely story about a well-intentioned effort to help kids. But soon sharp observers realized Nav had destroyed the most powerful criticism against him. He was accused of exploiting Meena’s talent to enrich himself. When they announced that all Meena’s income would go to charity – and that Nav would match her donations – the exploitation argument imploded. When people bought one of Meena’s records or tickets, they were literally draining money from Nav’s bank account. For anyone who hated oligarchs, it was a win-win. People who understood math pointed out that this wouldn’t have a significant effect on Nav’s total wealth, but since almost no one understands math, that fact was never seriously examined.

That’s what happened Wednesday. The news channels aired passionate interviews with Charlie, who was appointed director of the new foundation. They found a lot of talented kids who heard escort ukraynalı Meena’s music and wanted to make some of their own, and viewers heard from school officials who were anxious to get some foundation money to support their own music programs.

The big ka-boom happened Friday.

Meena agreed to do her first live interview ever. It was on the program hosted by Uma Emerson, the celebrity slave known for her advocacy of better understanding of enslavement.

It attracted the biggest audience in the history of broadcasting. The show had everything. A beautiful star. A divisive controversy. One of the finest musicians on all three worlds. Sex – lots and lots of (possibly perverted) sex. Money. Power. How could anyone watch anything else?

“Thanks for coming on today, Meena,” Emerson said. “I’m sure you’ve gotten a lot of requests for interviews, and I appreciate you being with us today.”

“You’re welcome, Uma. Nav is a big fan of yours. He watches your program all the time.”

“I understand he’s had some health problems,” Emerson said. “How’s he doing?”

“Much better. The doctors still don’t know why he got sick, so they don’t know why he got better. But the tests show that the problems seem to be clearing up. We are both just glad that he’s doing so well.”

“I’m sure you know that we’ve got a lot of questions we want to ask.” Emerson held up a thick stack of index cards.

“I’m happy to talk as long as you want, but I can tell you right now that there’s one little fact that you’re going to want to hear about first.

“I am no longer a slave.”

Silence. Emerson was a very quick, witty host, but Meena had shocked her into speechlessness.

Meena filled the silence. “Yesterday Nav and I signed emancipation papers. He no longer owns me.

“We realize that a lot of people have some concerns. We don’t share those concerns, but we respect these opinions, so we decided it would be helpful if we dissolved the enslavement contract that upsets so many people.”

“But this can’t possibly change your relationship,” Emerson said. “You two are bonded. There’s no way to end that.”

“Of course not. Our relationship will remain exactly the same. I am his and he is mine. But he has no legal ownership rights anymore. My status has changed to something else.”

For the second time, Emerson did not know what to say, so Meena said it for her. “I am now his fiance.” She held up her left hand, displaying an engagement ring with an enormous diamond. “Meena, what a beautiful ring!” Emerson said.

“Thank you. It belonged to Nav’s grandmother. She had a particularly lovely collection of diamond jewelry she got from Nav’s grandfather. Nav has been giving me her jewelry for a few years now. This is the last piece. I think it’s lovely, but it is so big I have to take it off to play piano.”

“It’s big, I’ll give you that,” Emerson said.

“It’s big for a reason. Some of you know that Nav’s grandmother was a passionate campaigner for reform of the global diamond industry. Nav’s grandfather recognized how corrupt and greedy it was, and he recruited her to join the cause. And be his wife. She wore these gems everywhere as a way to call for change.

“I think it’s nice that her jewelry can symbolize something new. I’ve dedicated my life to reviving music that has been silenced for much too long. I recruited Nav to help me, just as Nav’s grandfather recruited his wife. In our very first conversation, Nav and I talked about my interest in jazz. We hadn’t been speaking for more than five minutes before he promised to do everything he could to help me. I think his grandparents would escort bayan merter be very proud of him. Everyone who enjoys listening to jazz can thank Nav for figuring out how to wake it from hibernation.”

The interview continued for a while, with Emerson eventually asking questions she’d prepared about the many ways the public failed to grasp the nature of enslavement. “Uma, we appreciate the effort you’ve devoted to promoting understanding. That’s why the only interview we’re doing is here on your show. But we have to recognize that this is a subject outside the experience of most people. It’s like trying to explain a rainbow to Helen Keller.

“We can sit here and say that bonding is the most intimate and durable relationship possible between two people. I can explain that we are not capable of hurting each other. I can go on, and on, and on, and I can only get so far. I’ve reached the point where I think the most revealing thing I can say is that it’s pretty odd that anyone feels sorry for me. Who has more love than me? Who has a more dedicated and devoted man than me? For God’s sake, who has a better collection of jewelry than me!? I mean, beside the queen of England.

“I have joyful music I can share with the world. Nobody is more privileged than me. Nobody. I am the last person in the world anyone should feel sorry for.

“Do I look like a victim to you?”

…………………………………….

Coda

For the next several weeks, the media digested the menu of ideas Nav served to them. He and Meena remained silent. This forced the public to focus on what they’d already said without getting distracted by anything new.

There were headlines when Charlie negotiated a contract to construct music rooms in public schools. The rooms would include the same kind of recording capabilities and VR instructors Meena had at home. Charlie identified individual young people who’d released unusually good amateur recordings, and he arranged for them to get producers, record contracts and performance bookings. He said that sales of Meena’s music were higher than ever, guaranteeing that the Louis Armstrong Foundation would have the resources to help many young musicians for many years to come.

It did not take long for the public to stop seeing Nav and Meena as suspicious characters. Suddenly, they were heroic crusaders, who happened to be the stars of the most passionate public romance since Romeo and Juliet. Drones flew over their house, trying to get photos of the loving couple. Nav knew he would have to arrange for them to appear in public so the paparazzi could do their job. He didn’t want to see what they’d do if they got too desperate.

A completely unexpected development happened when millions of couples entered into voluntary enslavement contracts. There was no possibility contracts like that could be enforced, but it was nice if it made people feel better about their relationships.

Meena suggested that Nav come on stage sometime and perform a duet of You Say The Nicest Things. They rehearsed it once. She didn’t suggest that again.

Meena remembered exactly what he’d said in their first conversation:

“Meena, if things work out, and I become your Master, I promise I will do everything I can to make your dream become real.”

Neither one of them could have known what her dream would demand.

Nav took a long time to completely recover. The doctors remained baffled. Brain scans done before and after his recovery proved that something big had happened inside his head, but there was no record of it ever happening to anyone before. It was obvious that the threat to Meena somehow shocked his brain back to normal function.

He felt good enough to savor the notion that he and Meena had done something that lived up to the legacy of his grandparents. It was hard to remember that he bought Meena because he worried he’d lived too long. He’d needed a reason to live again. She was the best purchase he ever made.

He was no longer her Master, but she never stopped calling him that.

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Author’s Note: Drama warning.

Enchantress

—-

Silvia Durazzo held a hand to her mouth, her eyes cast towards the floor as Talos knelt beside the sorceress on the bench.

“… Silvia?” the man asked, his words sounding utterly dejected. Silvia shook her head.

“Talos, she’s…” Silvia thought for a moment how best to cheer the man up. She had never seen him like this, and knew he must have been close with the sorceress. With her being pregnant on top of that, Silvia had to choose her words carefully. Silvia decided to remain silent for the time, and merely stepped towards Talos to take one of his hands in hers.

She guided his hand to the sorceress’s neck, allowing Talos to feel her pulse. She noticed an immediate release of tension from Talos’ shoulders, and even breathed a sigh of relief herself.

“What happened, Sil?” he asked softly. Talos didn’t bother to look in Silvia’s direction, his gaze solely fixed on Alanna.

“Rayya did this, Talos. She attacked Cass and her in the street, somehow. It’s-“

“What?!” Talos interjected. He certainly turned towards Silvia, now. “Where’s Casiama?” he asked hurriedly. Silvia put a hand on his shoulder and casted an imperceptable calming spell to steady the man.

“She’s fine, Talos, just a little shaken up. The sorceress here saved her. We’re keeping Cass at Vex’s loft, down by the Eternal Font. You know of it?”

Talos nodded, but his gaze had already fallen back to Alanna’s resting form. He placed one hand on the bench beside her. “Yeah. Good to hear, Silvia. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Sorry, I would have brought her here if I could. But…”

Talos shrugged. “I know, Sil. Can’t admit an elf to the Imperial Hospital.” He exhaled quite deeply just then, the wave of relief still washing over him fully. He had been so shortsighted to leave the city.

“I’m going to request she get her own room. Should be easy, what with her… condition,” Silvia explained nervously. “I’ll take good care of her and hers, Talos. I promise.”

“You always do, Silvia,” he said. “I’m glad you’re here.” Talos clasped one of Alanna’s soft hands, giving it a quick peck as he held it tight. Why ever are you here, Alanna?

“I need to check on Cass. I’ll be back,” Talos said, gazing at Alanna’s still lips for another moment before turning to leave.

—

Talos found Casiama to be in good spirits that day. Good, but restless. She demanded Rayya’s blood for what she had done, and equally, desperately wanted to thank Alanna for saving her. Talos knew the act of saving one’s life meant much to an elf than to a human.

The following day, Talos remained at Alanna’s side while Casiama stalked the streets of the capital once more to hunt. The remainder of the party weren’t given any orders to do so, and little effort was put into searching for Rayya.

Alanna did not stir that day, but she breathed. The next day was appearing to be just more of the same. Until she coughed.

Talos shook himself from a nap, leaning over the enchanting woman with a worried frown. Alanna’s hand immediately flew to her tummy, accompanied by a grimace of worry a second later.

A sigh of relief soon came on its heels, and Alanna was content with what her hand found. She shifted atop her bed, blinking quickly to get herself used to the light once more. She spotted a man once loved beside her, staring back with a similar look of relief in his eyes.

“Hey,” she said weakly, with a smile.

“Hey.”

“What a surprise to see you here,” Alanna croaked, then hoarsely cleared her throat. Talos hadn’t been completely sure she would have wanted him here until he saw her eyes. In them laid a comforting gaze of warmth, as if one was accompanied by a majestic ballad next to a roaring fire.

Talos would keep his voice to a whisper for the remainder of the conversation, a skill he’d picked up when speaking to injured warriors in hospital a decade and a half ago. Alanna’s voice was incredibly weak, and a constant pang of sympathy washed through him each time she spoke.

“Mmm,” he mumbled in reply. Alanna’s smile waivered for but a moment.

“I suppose you’re here to interrogate me?” she asked softly.

He shook his head truthfully. He’d gathered the story from a flustered Casiama already. “No. I’m just glad to see you’re awake, and whole. Get your rest, Alanna.”

“I feel like I’ve already rested for half a lifetime. What day is it, Talos?”

“The eleventh,” he answered succinctly.

“… of?” she asked hesitantly with furrowed brow. Talos chuckled.

“Dawn’s Light,” he answered; the same month it had been, of course.

Another sigh of relief spilled from the sorceress’s lips, followed by a fluttering of eyelashes. Alanna did not have the willpower to handle the gentle sunlight streaming through the room’s few windows at the moment. The enchantress spoke again, softly, with eyes shut.

“Thanks,” she said. Her escort bayan ortaköy hands rose to her belly, and Talos’ gaze followed them there. “If you didn’t know-“

“I know, Alanna. I’m happy for you.”

Talos and Alanna remained silent for a good three minutes. He could hear her exaggerated breaths, and assumed she was drifting off to sleep once again. With Alanna in good form, Talos could rejoin Casiama on the hunt for the other enchantress. He’d remained by Alanna’s side for almost the entirety of two days as she recovered, just as she’d once done for him in the Badlands. He was of course worried for Casiama as well, having heard of Rayya’s prior enchantment of the elf. Talos had told her to show no hesitation if she found Rayya again, and had complete faith in her ability to handle the situation herself if she somehow stumbled across the girl.

“It’ll be a boy. A diviner in Catriona told me,” Alanna sighed dreamily.

“Congratulations,” he said with a half-smile.

“You know what I’ll name him?”

Talos shook his head, but Alanna’s eyes were still shut so she did not see him. He hoped she was merely bluffing in her delirious state.

“There’s a thousand thousand better names, Alanna,” Talos joked softly. He saw a smile pass her lips briefly before she fell into silence for another minute.

“Merge with me, Talos.”

He raised an eyebrow, having never heard the term. Soon after, he realized he still had his mental defenses up in case Rayya were nearby. He immediately let Alanna pass through — every empath, technically — to view his current thoughts. Talos couldn’t identify specific telepathic signatures.

“Show me a happy story,” the beautiful enchantress sighed.

He did, eventually. He had to reach for it, way back to his childhood. Talos had found a puppy in the forests of Evora. He raised the pup, cherished him, and it even lived for three whole years before it fell to sickness. Talos skipped that part.

“I’ve already seen this one,” Alanna whispered with a smile. Talos thought again to conjure another story for the girl. He drew a blank when he realized there weren’t many that hadn’t involved a certain woman that Alanna hated. He dreamt instead of the Four-Leaf Inn in Rinoc, where he and Alanna stayed for a night last year. Alanna smiled, and enjoyed the memory for a minute until her eyes reopened once more.

“How’s Casiama doing?”

Talos shut his mind again.

“She’s well, thanks to you. Cass is prowling around for Rayya at the moment. She wanted me to thank you for saving her.”

“Is she alone?”

Talos nodded. “Yeah… you know how impetuous she can get. Just imagine that, but ten times worse. I couldn’t convince her to relax.” Alanna let out a light giggle, then coughed hoarsely into a palm. She turned her body towards Talos, drilling into his eyes with a squint.

“You should probably go save her, Talos,” Alanna said softly, remembering Rayya’s extreme ability.

Talos tilted his head to the side, giving her a sort of half-nod. He could do for a walk, get out of this room finally. He hadn’t left for the greater part of two days now. “In a bit. After… after I’m done with you,” Alanna added breathlessly.

Or, the walk could wait.

“Hey. Open up again,” she commanded hoarsely.

Talos shrugged. “Why?”

“Does it matter?”

He let her in. Alanna shut her eyes, feeling his hesitation, his fear.

“Fully,” she demanded weakly.

“… Why?” he asked again.

Does it matter? Alanna thought to him.

It’s a strange thing, empathy. Most learned folk would assume it ends with the reading of thoughts and the writing of actions to one’s target. Yet, when an empath has a very close bond with another, and that someone actually consents to the full invasion, it becomes something more; a ‘merge’, Talos mused, having just heard the term.

It’s a personal, intrinsic feeling. It allows an enchantress to not just read the stream, but also enables them to drill further; to dive entirely into every possible memory that one could conjure. And, Talos figured, likely allowed writing of any memory as well.

Or destroy you entirely, if they wanted to. If Rayya were within distance, she could theoretically eviscerate Talos in an instant if he did as Alanna asked. Not that he thought she would.

He trusted Alanna enough to let her in, but did not know why exactly. And just as he’d done for her in Autumn Hill last year, he consented. He remained quiet for a minute while Alanna kept her eyes shut, the enchantress humming playfully the entire time.

But only a minute.

“Why, Alanna?” he asked again. She had already learned a quarter of his life story since she had left his side months ago, although Talos didn’t know this.

Fetch me some water, Talos?

Talos rolled his eyes as he rose from his chair. He fetched the water. But not because he had to.

—

Talos escort bayan rus returned to Alanna’s room with several filled waterskins, handing her one and leaving the others on the table beside her. She rose from her back weakly, slowly, to drink from the skin. Talos held her by the shoulder as support.

Thanks.

The man smiled, his eyes fixed on the busy street outside the room as Alanna drank greedily from the skin. She tapped his arm with a raised finger, requesting another once the one in her hand was consumed. He handed it to her calmly.

Alanna read him as she sipped, dancing through a joyous daydream of a rugged man beside his lovely auburn-haired wife, standing atop a castle on the coast of some unknown shore. She dropped the waterskin, then laid on her back once more, shutting her eyes with a smile. Her words to him were directly placed into his thought stream.

I could enthrall you, you know? I could force you to stay by my side for eternity and make that dream a reality.

“I know,” Talos answered aloud. But she wouldn’t, he knew.

Command you to care for nothing but your son and me.

“Mmm,” he mumbled. Talos returned to his chair beside the bed and rested his chin on his knuckles. She wouldn’t do any such thing, he knew.

“Do you know why I wouldn’t, Talos?” Alanna asked quietly, reading his confidence. Talos shrugged, physically and mentally. She coughed a hoarse cough as he did, then rested her hands on her belly once more. She then spoke as if they had left each other only yesterday, and Talos returned the favor unknowingly.

“Because that isn’t you,” she explained thinly after giving him a moment to think on it, “You’re a wanderer… a stupid wanderer who thinks of himself before all else. And I was stupid enough to fall for you as you are. You ruined me, Talos, and yet, I cannot see myself falling to Rayya’s level of greed.”

“Because you’re better than her. And you’re damned better than me,” Talos said softly. “You deserve someone just as great as you are.”

Alanna smiled sweetly through a heart broken once more. She absentmindedly rubbed her tummy as she spoke tearfully of a greater fear which had consumed her for weeks.

“My friend divined that my son will lead armies, Talos. Armies of a thousand and hundred men and elves… What am I supposed to think of that? Knowing that he will slaughter countless others, just as you did? How am I going to raise him knowing that is his fate? Am I already doomed to fail him?”

Talos hated divination mages for this very reason. The ones he had personally visited — including the Oracle of Selphyse in Tardia — had always been accurate in their predictions of him. Yet, Talos believed them to be mostly self-fulfilled. Prophetic words were just vague enough, just outlandish enough to inspire a man to walk the aforementioned path of fate, assuming he’d heard of it. Alanna’s child was likely doomed to follow that path, now, even if they wouldn’t have before.

“If he’s anything like me, he will do that regardless of how you raise him. I left my family to do the very same, unbidden,” he said, hoping to calm her. Alanna was left silent for a minute.

“But you hated your family, Talos. Will he hate me?” Alanna asked sadly, choking out her last words. “How could I live with myself? What use is family if they cannot agree?”

Talos shook his head and brought a gentle hand to her cheek. “I’d be the wrong person to ask, Alanna. But no one who knows you could possibly hate you, I promise. He will be the same.”

“Cass does,” Alanna replied immediately. Coldly.

“Now I know that’s false,” Talos chuckled.

“She does.”

Talos shook his head. “She never did. Besides, you saved her. To an elf that’s… sacred. Have you read my memories of my latest visit to Tor Valliya? Speaking in the elven court?”

Alanna treaded silently through the memory. She saw a richly-decorated hall of silver, saw a princess weeping alone in the center of a hundred and three elves. Alanna saw Talos defend her brilliantly, and saw Casiama get banished anyway.

“I have. What’s your point?” Alanna asked a half-minute later.

“The fact that I was allowed to speak at all was only true because I saved the King from a usurper’s blade a decade before,” Talos explained quickly, but calmly. “Humans aren’t normally permitted to speak in an elven court. They see it as a great dishonor if we do, a shame against their ancestors and all their customs. Elves also have long memories, and so they allowed me to speak for a long, long time, because they had remembered what I’d done there like it was only a couple days ago. Casiama feels similarly of you. Only it really was only a couple days ago.”

Alanna was silent for a moment, mulling it over. She forced his hand from her face with a charm, and Talos retreated from her in turn. The enchantress furrowed her brow.

“I escort bayan etiler don’t care. I hate her. And I hate Rayya. In fact, I hate all that you love, Talos. Soon I will despise myself, I’m sure.”

Talos frowned, shaken by her sullen demeanor. His life was a blight on her perfection, he knew; yet, he still found the audacity to sate his curiosity selfishly, rather than pull Alanna free of her dread spiral.

“Why’d you save her, then?” Talos asked. No sooner had he spoke that the door squeaked, a hooded Casiama quickly entering the room and performing a muted half-twirl through the door as she shut it. Her thin, green eyes were affixed to the sorceress on the bed.

I saved her for you, Alanna notioned selflessly as a single tear fell from her lid. She had felt the elf stride into the room, even though her eyes were still shut; Alanna had felt her presence through Talos’ instantly calmed mind. His immediate change of mental demeanor haunted the girl.

I can end her in an instant, she added ominously. Talos knew she wouldn’t.

Alanna’s eyes fluttered open, as if pretending she’d just woken up. She turned her head towards Casiama and manufactured a smile.

“Hey Casiama,” Alanna greeted warmly, just as friendly as the morning after she’d first met the princess. Casiama took it as an invitation and quickly strode towards the enchantress, kneeling beside her on the bed.

“Alanna! You’re okay!” Casiama exclaimed, far too loudly for Alanna’s recovering state. Alanna smiled brightly for the elf while her own thoughts darkened.

Make her leave, Talos.

Talos rose from his chair with a smirk, folding his arms at his chest.

Make me, he shot back with static lips.

She didn’t, yet it would have been the simplest matter to do so even in her weakened state. Talos shrugged after a moment then walked to the side of the room, leaning nonchalantly against the cold stone wall. Alanna kept her smile as the elf looked over her worriedly, Casiama almost bringing a hand to the sorceress’s belly before deciding to let it hover an inch above instead.

“Your child. Is it…?” Casiama asked nervously. Alanna nodded, her smile now true.

“He still kicks,” the enchantress answered softly. Alanna wordlessly charmed the elf to find the courage to feel for herself, and Casiama’s hand fell on her with an unimaginable delicateness.

“A boy? Aw!” Casiama whined at a higher pitch than Talos had ever heard. “Alanna, you’re so lucky!” The sorceress nodded with wide eyes at the statement.

“Thanks…” Alanna said, her eyes suddenly lighting up with an unexpected excitement. “The restorers in Catriona said he’s a one-in-a-million. Can you believe it?”

Casiama felt what she was waiting for, cooing ridiculously — to Talos, anyway — when she felt it.

“Aww! I can’t! He’s a true blessing of the Lady, Alanna. I mean it.”

“Thank you!”

“How long has it been?”

“Almost two seasons!”

“Have you visited the-“

“Wait, wait, hold on,” Talos said idiotically, “it can’t be that rare. I swear I’ve seen… four or five mages with children, at least.” Both enchantress and elf swiveled their heads towards him with a glare, drilling into the man for his insolence.

He chuckled. Nervously.

“Go get Alanna some food. She must be famished, and, and…” Casiama paused as she glanced towards Alanna with a fleeting frown. After a half-moment of noncommitment from Talos she shouted, “and don’t just stand there?!”

He raised a forefinger. Again, idiotically. “Actually, I think they use a spell here that-“

“Go!” Casiama interjected thinly. Talos kicked off from the wall, deciding to swiftly leave the area without another word. Both women were shaking their heads as he left, and Casiama’s gaze returned to the girl’s on the bed. Fingers were interlaced atop Alanna’s belly.

“He’s impossible, I swear,” Casiama declared with a smile.

“He is,” Alanna agreed with a giggle and a rough cough.

“Aw,” Casiama cooed at the cough, gripping the enchantress’s hand as she glanced down. “Alanna…” she whispered. The elf’s sight lifted from Alanna’s belly, and widened with glee when they met hers again.

“Tell me everything!” Casiama exclaimed.

—

Talos rushed down the steps in the Imperial Hospital towards the landing, the wood creaking loudly under hurried steps. He paused at the bottom, then took a breath of relief. He straightened his back, and acted natural.

“Talos,” Silvia greeted from a bench to his right. Talos shifted towards her, running a hand through his hair.

“Hey Sil. Good news. Alanna’s awake, and I want you to go see to her immediately,” he said, hoping it’d calm the pair of sorceresses in case things turned violent. Alanna had just mentioned despising Casiama not five minutes ago, after all, even if the pair seemed completely delighted to speak of babes now.

“That’s great,” Silvia said enthusiastically, “how is she do — nevermind, I’ll find out myself.” The mage hopped from the bench and gave Talos’ shoulder a gentle squeeze as she skipped past him. The man smiled, then continued walking towards the exit, pocketing his hands as he walked.

He was accosted again, just past the large double-doors of the Hospital’s entrance and down the three steps at its fore.

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Chapter 3: The Cracks

“I have nothing to report, Commander.”

“Nothing?” asked Orilana. She arched an eyebrow and turned to Iriel as though to ask, “can you believe this?”

“Nothing, Commander,” said Prim. She stood before Orilana, her feet close together, her hands behind her back, her chin up, and her eyes darting between the two women in charge of her.

“People are missing.”

“It seems from the evidence that they left.”

“Left?”

“Left, Commander.”

“You’re telling me,” said Iriel, “that people that are sworn to the Abbey, that have dedicated their lives to the goddess and her cause, have suddenly abandoned their vows?” Orilana circled around her subordinate. “That they just got up and decided it wasn’t worth it anymore?”

“After interviews and investigating the physical evidence, that’s what it looks like, High Priestess.” Prim smirked but quickly hid it when Orilana stepped in front of her.

“I find that hard to believe,” said Orilana.

“I’ve sent word to their families. We’re waiting to hear back. I’ll follow up from there.”

“Do so.”

“Yes, Commander.”

The three women waited in silence. Orilana kept circling, Iriel tapped her finger on her desk, eager for the conversation to be over, and Prim still smirked boldly and dangerously, flirting with disaster.

“Are you feeling well?” asked Orilana.

“Commander?”

“Your hair, you’ve changed it?”

Prim smiled wider, but not enough to show her fangs. “Yes, Commander.”

“Why?”

“Because it pleases me to do so.”

“Why does it please you?”

“Commander?”

Orilana stopped circling. “What made you want to do that?”

“To be pleased with my looks?”

“Yes. Vanity. Where did you acquire this vanity?”

Iriel cleared her throat softly and said, “It is not vanity to want confidence in one’s appearance.”

“In an Aasimar?” asked Orilana. She turned back to Prim. “Where is your devotion to Azora? Where is your commitment to the goddess?”

“Not everyone sacrifices their beauty on the altar of obligation,” snapped Prim.

Orilana froze. Her eyes darted to Iriel, but the Elf had to suppress a smile, biting the inside of her cheek. While it wasn’t true that Orilana was ugly, it was true that she could be one of the rare beauties of her generation if she took more interest in her appearance. Kohl and a few hundred brush strokes would go a long way to making her more … appetizing. Iriel had always been jealous of her friend’s beauty, but now Orilana looked tired. She needed a warm bath with Iriel and Zara, a long soak with Iriel carefully washing her skin, kissing her neck—

“Iriel?” snapped Orilana. Iriel looked up, taking in the room again. Orilana was still standing between them, her hands on her hips. Iriel expected Prim to look chastened, to at least pretend to be contrite, but her little vampire was smiling, almost showing fang to her superior officer. She was pushing it. Iriel would have to put her back in line soon.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to let her speak to me that way?”

Iriel sighed. “Prim, if you could please—”

“What?” Prim rolled her eyes and sighed. “She’s giving me shit because of my hair, and I’m the one in trouble? At least I’m not being petty and—”

“Out!” roared Orilana. The silver glow of her magic wrapped around Prim, and though Prim’s face showed disgust and rebellion, her body obeyed the command and promptly turned, walked to the door, and left Iriel’s office.

Iriel smiled, finding it almost impossible not to laugh.

Then Orilana turned back at her, her chest heaving, jaw clenched, and eyes narrowed. Iriel’s smile faded immediately.

“Can you believe her?!” sighed Orilana. She collapsed into the chair in front of Iriel, slumping down as the weight of her position faded from her shoulders.

“No,” said Iriel, hoping she sounded believable and comforting and consoling and surprised all at once. “What’s gotten into her?”

“I know, right?” Orilana ran her hand through her hair, neither remembering that she was wearing gauntlets nor that her hair was in a braid. She pulled her hand away, but it was snatched on her wild hair. She looked at it and roared with frustration. “Shoot. Help?”

Iriel laughed and got up, carefully untangling her friend’s hair from her armor. “Not that I’m saying she’s right,” she said as she worked, “because she was totally out of line, but—”

“I could afford to brush my hair more,” said Orilana. “Yes.”

“You’d look cute. Here.” Iriel undid Orilana’s braid and quickly ran her hands through it. Then, she darted to her quarters, attached to her office, and grabbed her brush. She brought it back and began to run it through Orilana’s hair. There were more than a few knots, and Orilana hissed when Iriel pulled on it, but soon the only sound in the room was the pleasant cadence of hair brushing and Orilana’s soft sighs.

“You know,” said Orilana after a long pause, “no one’s brushed my hair since I was a girl.”

“Really?”

“Truly.”

“My sisters and I still brush each escort bayan beyoğlu other’s hair when we’re together.”

“That’s nice.”

Iriel smiled. “It really is. It’s a nice way to help a friend, and it’s soothing.”

“Well, the ripping is less soothing,” hissed Orilana as the brush snagged another knot.

“Let me brush it tomorrow and the day after. It’ll feel like heaven soon.”

“Really?” asked Orilana. She turned around and looked into Iriel’s eyes.

Iriel smiled kindly. “Really. I miss it, you know? It’s nice to spend time with someone you love, taking care of them and letting them take care of you.” She reached a hand out for Orilana’s shoulder, letting her fingers lie carefully on her friend’s neck. For a moment, she thought about sending her power over Orilana’s skin, of pulling her friend towards her, towards darkness. Maybe Orilana was too pure to be tempted, but Iriel could test that. She could push the limits of her power.

“Maybe,” said Orilana. Then after another moment, “That would be nice.”

Iriel pulled her fingers away. Not now. Not yet. “It’s a date?” asked Iriel.

Orilana laughed. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

“Good. How do you want me to put this up?”

Orilana hesitated. “Just one bun?”

“Just one bun? As opposed to …?”

Orilana sighed. “I think the double is cute. But it doesn’t exactly scream authority, you know?”

“Your armor screams authority. Let the hair be cute.”

“You sure?”

“The sword,” said Iriel. “The sword helps with the whole authority thing.”

Orilana laughed.

“If you want to be cute, be cute.” Iriel started putting up the double bun without Orilana’s approval. “I am in full support of cuteness.”

Orilana laughed some more. When Iriel was done, she took her friend and showed her the reflection. Orilana’s rich tan skin was offset by her cornflower blonde hair. She was a warrior, thick with muscle and strength. She looked immovable. But now, with her hair up, there was a part of her that looked approachable, that looked delicate. Iriel smiled from behind her friend’s reflection. She couldn’t bring Orilana to her goddess, not yet. Prim was one thing: Prim was easy. But she didn’t want to see what monster Orilana became. She wanted her friend as she was, like this, but in her arms, will all the armor between them cast aside.

“So much authority,” said Iriel, turning her friend from side to side. Orilana blushed. “And cute too,” she added. “Cute authority.”

Orilana laughed and stepped towards the window. She looked up and caught sight of the sun. “What time is it?” she asked, sounding panicked.

“Almost noon?” Iriel moved to her desk and lazily sat down. Orilana was about to be all business.

“Shoot, I need to go soon.”

“Soon?”

“We still need to talk about Prim and her report.”

“What about it?” Iriel gestured for Orilana to sit, and her friend obeyed.

“You’re not concerned?”

Iriel shrugged. “So far she’s right. There isn’t any physical evidence of anything sinister. They just left.”

“How often have people the Abbey of their own free will? Ever?”

“You make it sound like a prison.”

“How often?”
“It’s rare.”

“So now we have several cases of debauchery and several paladins decide to leave, which almost never happens? You think that’s a coincidence?”

“What are you proposing happened?”

“We both know what rests beneath us.”

Iriel clenched her first. “It’s sealed. We both checked.”

“I know.” Orilana deflated. “I just don’t—”

“You’d rather believe a dark goddess is slowly corrupting us rather than believe people are losing faith.” Iriel smiled kindly. She made her voice as matronly as possible. “And that is why your faith is so beautiful to me. You believe absolutely that Azora is good, that she is blameless, that no one in their right mind would ever step away from her. But sometimes people do. It’s sad, but it’s true. Sometimes they want something else, maybe not something more or something better, but something else.”

Orilana looked down. She nodded her head slowly and then stood to go. “Thank you, Iriel.”

Iriel smirked. “Not High Priestess?”

Orilana smiled. “Today I needed a friend.”

“She’s here anytime. Don’t let the pageantry fool you.”

Orilana nodded. “Tomorrow? For Hair?”

Iriel beamed. “Tomorrow for hair.”

Orilana headed towards the door, then stopped and turned around. “Iriel?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For?”

Orilana looked down at the floor, shuffling her feet a bit. “Well, for the hair and the compliment, but just … I suppose I was freaking out a tad?”

“About?”

“Prim and all the disappearances.”

“I get it.”

“Right, but it’s just … I wasn’t just worried about them or the goddess or the Abbey.”

Iriel cocked her head. “Then what?”

“Well, I was worried about you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” Orilana stepped closer. “You look paler, and your hair.”

Iriel reached up and ran her hand through escort otele gelen her dark hair. It was auburn now, almost maroon. Her glossy copper shine was gone along with the rich gold of her skin. “My hair?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s just … like Prim and …”

“You think we’re all going to—”

“No!” Orilana stepped closer, her eyes panicked. “No, never. I just—”

Iriel stepped forward and took Orilana’s hand. “It’s okay. Worry is natural. It’s just … “Iriel stroked her thumb over Orilana’s gauntlet. Once again, the temptation to send a burst of magic through Orilana’s body seized her. It would make the magic that compelled Prim to leave look like a spark compared to a bonfire. She could have her friend whimpering and moaning, on her knees with her hands between her legs in a heartbeat.

But that felt so … wrong. Iriel couldn’t figure out why. Maybe she needed more time with Maloth, more time worshipping her own goddess and getting the stink of Azora off her.

“May I speak to you as your High Priestess and not your friend for a moment?”

Orilana nodded.

“Turn to your faith,” said Iriel after a long pause. Both women looked at their hands, but Iriel slowly pulled her own away, easing her own temptation. “Azora tells us that the world is not against us. There are forces bringing us together, uniting us in sisterhood. Don’t look for the narrative of a tragedy where there is only coincidence.”

“Yes, High Priestess,” said Orilana. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, go. I have my own prayers to attend to. And please be kind to Prim. Don’t chase her away.”

“Yes, High Priestess.”

Iriel was about to turn and go back to her desk, but Orilana stood, hovering. There was something else she wanted to say, maybe some question to ask, but she never did. Instead, she turned to the door and left Iriel’s office.

Iriel waited for a moment, but then went after Orilana, afraid she’d said something wrong, that she ruined something between them, but when she opened the door, only her guard, a new Paladin named Sariel, waited for her.

“High Priestess?” asked the elven paladin.

Iriel looked down the coiling hallway. She listened for the sound of Orilana’s footsteps but heard nothing. “Rella,” said Iriel. “Send me Rella.”

“Yes, High Priestess.”

“And Zara after that.”

“Yes, High Priestess.”

Iriel closed the door and went to her desk, sitting down to compose herself. She had to be careful, to be stealthy. Obviously Azora was nothing compared to Maloth, but an Abbey full of her followers was nothing to fuck around with. Iriel was powerful, but she couldn’t take down every single one of them if they came after her. They’d swarm her. Besides, she didn’t want to destroy the Abbey. She had a place full of women drawn to worship, looking to serve something greater than themselves, willing to pledge their lives, chastity, and bodies to a celestial being. Who would be better to serve Maloth? Criminals? All liars. Untrustworthy. No. If you want to start a church, you start with the devout, the committed. Here she had the devout in spades. She just needed to adjust them, to tweak them slightly. They needed a little nudge towards Maloth, and then all would be well. It was remarkably simple, and yet it would be highly effective. She had to slowly infiltrate their faith and guide them towards true religion. That was the way to resurrect her goddess, to finally descend into the beautiful nightmare she saw in the mirror.

That’s why Prim was a problem. Almost no one in the Abbey is more devout or zealous than Orilana. Upsetting her and drawing her attention was a certain way to threaten their entire movement. If Prim wasn’t more circumspect, there’d be no way to convert Orilana, not yet. They’d have to kill the commander and that was … contrary to Iriel’s desires.

Her fingers drummed against her desk. She couldn’t quite place it. Maloth had made so many things clear. For example, Sariel outside was not beautiful but there were roles for the ugly in Maloth’s paradise. She’d be beautiful in chains, maybe in a tight hood, masking her ugliness. She could serve with her tongue, with her body as a plaything. She could be left tied up for anyone who wanted to abuse her flesh. Yes. Iriel didn’t just find that appealing. She found that absolutely intoxicating. Weeks ago, Sariel was just a guard to her. Now, even if she wasn’t a beauty, she was an object of lust, property to be used for Maloth’s pleasure. For Iriel’s pleasure. The High Priestess found herself wanting to dominate, to bend, to break. Sariel could be delicious, even if she wasn’t attractive.

Yet she couldn’t muster the same feelings for Orilana. She didn’t want to gag and fuck her best friend. She didn’t want to humiliate or degrade her. She couldn’t stand the thought of Orilana becoming cruel and dark like her or Prim. There was something safe about the commander, something whole that Iriel wanted to preserve. Something in brushing her hair, in grabbing her hand. Something new like escort bayan kağıthane all of Iriel’s cravings but still different. Something new in her that didn’t come from Maloth at all.

There was a knock on the door. “Enter,” said Iriel, stirring from her inner mind. The door opened slowly, and Rella entered. Iriel sighed at the sight of her most zealous acolyte. She was still covered head-to-toe in her thick white veil that covered everything except for her eyes. The veil was too small, hugging the woman’s curves tightly, but they never betrayed her intended modesty entirely. They had a comical effect, making it appear as though Rella was about to burst through the veil at any moment. Iriel smiled at the thought. She’d like to see that.

“You asked to see me, High Priestess?” she asked.

“Yes.”

Rella stood by the door, hesitating. “Uh … um.” She bowed suddenly. “Blessed Dawn, Your Eminence.”

“Right,” said Iriel. “Sit.”

Rella straightened but froze, not moving closer to the seats in front of Iriel’s desk. “Your Eminence?”

“Sit,” said Iriel. Rella didn’t move. “As in, take a seat? As in sit and bend the body, taking a reclining posture. Sit as in the imperative form of ‘Rella is about to sit before her High Priestess?'” Rella didn’t move. “Sit as in ‘you need to move right now, or I’ll have you scrubbing toilets for the next year.'”

Rella moved quickly as Iriel’s tone sharpened. She collapsed in the seat in front of her High Priestess and muttered “Blessed Dawn.”

“Blessed Dawn,” replied Iriel. Is that what this was about? Iriel sighed. “Have you completed your Penance?”

“Yes.” Rella bowed her head, keeping her hands clasped between her legs.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“No, Your Eminence. I learned my lesson.”

“Shame,” said Iriel. Something in her wanted to break the girl. Not just to fuck her, but to drive her perhaps to the brink of insanity. How close could she draw Rella to the fire before the zealous acolyte begged to have the fire shoved down her throat? Iriel smiled at the thought. It was a hot image.

“Shame?” asked Rella.

“I’d hoped you’d enjoy the punishment.”

“Enjoy it?”

“It brings you closer to the goddess. Even the pain is a form of transcendence. Perhaps you should go back until you learn pleasure from it.”

“I-I-I-If you wish it, Your E-m-m-m-m-minence.”

Iriel smiled. “Good girl, but no. Not yet. Step out of line again, and perhaps I’ll send you there long enough to reach that point, but for now, you seem quite obedient. Is that right?”

“Y-y-yes, Your Eminence.”

“I need you to do something for me, and this will be a test for you, a test of your obedience. Let’s see if you learned the proper lessons from your Penance, yes?”

Rella nodded quickly.

“Yes, acolyte?”

“Yes, Your Eminence!” she squeaked.

“Good girl.” Iriel allowed herself a small laugh. For so long, Rella treated her like she was the goddess Azora herself, taking everything Iriel said as new scripture. Well, if she was going to be a blasphemer in her heart, might as well make her one in body and deed, right? “Do you want to know what the task is?”

“Yes, Your Eminence.”

Iriel’s smile widened. “Then beg for it.” She clenched her thighs as she heard the words escape her lips.

“What?”

Iriel let the magic build on her chest. “Beg,” she commanded, and a similar spell Orilana had used on Prim burst from her like dark purple smoke, wrapping around Rella. The young woman didn’t seem shocked by it but sat still as the smoke entered her body.

“Please, Your Eminence.”

“Please what?”

“Please tell me what the task is.”

“What task?”

Rella bounced up and down in her seat. “The test! You said it was a test. Please. Oh please. Please tell me. Please give me a test. Test me, Your Eminence. Please.”

Iriel looked at her nails, trying to appear bored, but her body was thrumming. This was almost as good as brushing Orilana’s hair, almost the same tingle of holding her hand. But it was different. It was thicker, making everything fuzzy. Iriel’s vision blurred a bit, and for a moment she thought of a new command: strip. She could have Rella naked and blathering, crawling under her desk and begging to lick Iriel’s cunt in just a moment. Hell, she might not even need magic for it. What kind of depraved slut thinks someone getting a glimpse of her ankles will give them impure thoughts about her? Only someone that has impure thoughts, right? Only someone aching to be naughty and needing a veil to keep them in check, right?

“What will you give me?” she asked, pretending to yawn.

“Anything,” said Rella. She grabbed at her veil, clawing at it. “Please. Oh please. I want to prove myself. Please. Give me a test. Test me, goddess. Test me.”

Iriel’s eyes flickered up. “Goddess?”

Rella sank in her seat, her body going still. “What?”

“Did you just call me goddess?”

“No.”

“No, what?” Iriel’s voice was low, a growl, a warning.

“No, Your Eminence.”

“Not your goddess?”

“N-n-n-no.”

Iriel waited, watching Rella. She let the silence build around them, let it grow in weight and size, let it get just heavy enough to threaten to crush her little acolyte. Rella squirmed, trying to straighten out her veil without standing up. She kept her eyes away from Iriel, but every moment or so they darted up and then darted away. She was scared but still curious.

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◈ Chapter 62:

Heavy pads pushed back the leveler’s head and a splash of water hit him across the face.

“Is that enough? You’d think he’d have woken up by now.”

“I did throw him around pretty hard. I’m surprised he isn’t more injured. Must be his Skills.”

“Tch, levelers… Oh look, I think he’s coming around.”

Opal lowered the cup of water she was preparing to throw at the leveler and stepped back.

A bleary Adlen slowly opened his eyes, he didn’t seem to understand where he was or what was happening. A low groan escaped his lips and he squeezed his lids back shut as the light of the Ranker’s quarters hit his eyes.

“It huuurts. Gods, why do I feel like someone dropped a galloping centaur on me? What- what’s happening? I’m tied? What the f-“

“You’re our captive!” said Opal cheerily, “You belong to us monsters now!”

Adlen cracked one eye and peered at the Goblin. “I… remember you, you were with that horrible thing that- that…” his eye slowly wandered over to a black furred leg and then up and then up some more, until both eyes were open and he was leaning back in his chair as Rain loomed at him, menacingly.

“Tell me about Lira, what is she? A monster? Is she like me?” he growled.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about! Let me out of this at once! I- I’m not your slave! Levelers can’t be slaves, only monsters!”

Opal scoffed. “You really think that? All that is needed is a collar…” Her eyes drifted to the leveler’s neck where Red’s collar had been placed, a tight snug fit.

Adlen’s throat bobbed and he tried to look down as he realised what was wrapped around his throat, his face paling.

“You can’t do this to me! You can’t!” Adlen began struggling against his binds, already hyperventilating, but he didn’t make any headway in escaping, unsurprising considering how layered in chain he was. Rain hadn’t wanted to take any chances and the leveler was practically swaddled in metal, his forearms from elbow to wrist just a bundle of chains wound around and around inches thick pinning his arms to the chair’s armrests.

“I have done this to you, you agreed to the terms and now your life is mine. Now tell me about Lira! What is she?” snarled Rain, his already worn thin patience wearing further.

“She- She’s just Lira! I don’t know! I’ve known her years, she likes to sleep around with higher levelers, not that I’m not guilty of the same, she finagled a place with some high leveler recently. She’s nobody! Now I’ve told you let me go!”

Rain squinted at the leveler, unsure if he was telling the truth.

“She… You never noticed anything strange from her? Anything… un-leveler like?”

“No! I don’t even know what you mean!”

“Well, He’s not very useful. Time to kill him?” said Opal, unsheathing her cutlass.

Rain worried the problem, Lira must be way past anything that someone in town could detect as being a monster, maybe even past what truth lenses could see if she was regularly coming and going. He supposed that she might have remained undetected forever had not Vaush come along.

“Get that Goblin away from me!” cried Adlen as Opal stepped toward him, flourishing her blade.

Rain held up a paw in front of her.

“Wait. Adlen, tell me about Brax and Myra and Eliza. Where are they?”

Adlen stared at him. “Is- is this all a setup? Wait, wait, did Brax have you do this? Oh gods that evil fuck, I knew he had it out for me!”

Rain made a cutting motion, getting frustrated, “No. I want to kill Brax, tell me what you know and maybe Opal here won’t escort bayan fındıkzade stick that sword in you.”

Adlen eyed the cutlass which waved excitedly in front of him.

“Brax and Myra left town, they dropped everything and went back to their family in the city, in Florens.”

A gasp came from behind Adlen and Rain looked up to see Lyra with her hand over her mouth. He raised a brow questioningly.

“F-Florens is my home city… they went… and that means you’re going to… oh, oh no, I feel faint…”

“Calm down sheepy, it’s just us.”

“Just you and-! I have family there, and he, he could…”

“Do you really think I’m going to harm your family?” said Rain.

“No, yes, maybe, I don’t know!”

Rain stared at her for a moment more before turning back to Adlen.

“Why did they leave?”

“They never told me, they just left suddenly, something Eliza said, I think. Brax’s family is well off, strong, Lynthia is really just a summer get away for him, the wealthy families of Florens send their young out to smaller dungeons because Florens’ dungeon is so dangerous.”

“Name of his family.”

“The Fenhorns.”

Rain turned back to Lyra, it took her a moment to compose herself.

“Y-yes, I’ve heard of them, they’re known for their charity, part of a collective that try to help low levelers become stronger. They’re good people, my- well it’s not important, they are some of the kinder levelers I’ve known.”

“That… does not sound like Brax. Brax and ‘kind’ do not belong together in the same sentence.”

Lyra shrugged helplessly, “All families have their wild child.”

He turned back to Adlen. “Not enough. Tell me more.”

“I- I don’t know more, I don’t even know what you want with them!”

“I want to kill them. Tell me more.”

“Myra, that vindictive bitch, there’s something wrong with her she’s wrong in the head- I-“

“I already know that, it was you who jumped into her arms. Tell me something else.”

“Eliza lucked into a water mage type Class, a good one she’s-“

“Something else.”

“I don’t know! Brax! He’s got more than one Class!”

Rain paused at that, unsure if he had heard right.

“…What did you just say?”

“Why do you think he’s the special one they pour so much into? He’s the big hope of his family, the one to break them into the higher ranks of the city, he’s never been serious while he was here in Lynthia, it was all just a silly game to him!”

Rain glanced from the tied down leveler to Lyra. “Is… Is that possible?”

Lyra hesitated. “Sometimes, but it’s rare, really rare, you’d only come across it in the cities where there are so many people. It’s kind of a big deal as it generally a guarantee someone will become a high leveler. The Fenhorns probably have some secret way to increase their chances of managing it if I had to guess, the family dynasties know things we never get to hear about.”

“Wait…” said Adlen slowly, “how did you know I was with Myra?”

“It’s not important. Tell me more of Brax.”

“No, I don’t think I will, you’re clearly working for someone who knows me.”

“Tell me more or I will kill you.”

Adlen suddenly eased his struggling against his binds and glared up at Rain. “No. You won’t.”

Rain’s eyes widened and his head snapped to the side as gale-force wind came from the end of the room. Adlen’s spear which had been tossed aside was roaring to life and lifting up into the air, then it began spinning, faster and faster, masöz bayan becoming a blurry cutting disc. Somehow the leveler didn’t need to touch the thing to make it work.

Fortunately, they had a backup plan.

“Do it now Red, aim for the butthole, as hard as you can!” shouted Opal.

Red, now collarless, was crouched beneath the chair the leveler was tied to. He squeezed his eyes shut and cried out, driving his claws upward as hard as he possibly could. Opal’s rapier, which his claws were wrapped around, was angled up through the chair’s cushion and the cushion provided no resistance at all to the razor sharp needle of a sword as he slammed it home to the hilt in less than a split moment.

Sweat poured down Adlen’s face as he stared in horror down at the metal spike protruding between his legs having just missed his most important bits.

“No you stupid Kobold! You didn’t aim right!”

“I- I can’t see to aim, I can’t work under these conditions!” cried out Red.

Just as this happened Rain lurched backwards, a blurring disc buzzing past, cutting through the air, swooping around him until it was coming back. The disc was practically luminous with light such was the amount of magic pouring through it. Rain set his feet, ready to dodge in any direction as the spear came on, spinning at such a high velocity that the air pressure ruffled his fur and it became difficult to hear anyone speak over the wind.

The disc zipped forward and Rain dodged, but the spear wasn’t coming for him. Instead it swooped down horizontally toward the chair Adlen was bound to and sheared through the legs, sending wooden shrapnel bouncing and spinning, along with Red who let out an unfortunately high pitched scream and flung himself away, just avoiding being decapitated by the weapon as it cut through a wall and into another room, not even slowing down as plaster and wood were torn apart around it.

Adlen fell groundward, the chair breaking apart as he impacted, its arms detaching from the seat. He was still tied to the separate parts of the chair but the chair had come apart enough that he was able to struggle to his feet.

He turned, awkwardly shuffling his chained legs, eager to get away and escape this nightmare, but then a half-sheep materialised in front of him, a black knife held in her upraised hand, already swinging down toward his chest. Not even having to think about it he activated one of his Skills and his hand flashed up grabbing at the sheep girl’s wrist. He bent her arm back, a sneer twisting his sweaty face, pushing the blade toward her neck.

“It’s you isn’t it, it’s all you, your slave, your plan, tell me, fucking tell me what you want!”

“I- He’s not my slave, he’s a free monster, I don’t control anything, it’s all him!”

“What are you talking about? What do you mean!?”

“No leveler told him to do this, he’s a monster acting alone!”

Adlen blinked at her, the realisation that she spoke the truth, the monster was truly acting on its own without command, finally dawning on him.

“It did this… all?”

A massive paw came down on Adlen’s chain wrapped arm and he turned frightened eyes upward to the looming wolf.

“Stop. Your. Spear.” snarled Rain.

Adlen shook his head and then panicking he tried to fire off a Skill, he jerked away before he lurched to a stop as he ran out Rain’s grip, like a marionette having its strings momentarily cut. He cried out, firing off as many Skills as he could, his body becoming a blur as he shifted and moved but to escort bayan bağcılar no avail, Rain’s grip was utterly immovable and he simply wrenched himself around in Rain’s paw, twisting like a rag in the wind.

Rain snarled and curled his digits. Adlen screamed as blood exploded from the chain around his arm, the soft crunch of forearm bones splintering apart coming from within.

“Stop your weapon now or die!”

“F-fuck you!”

The spear exploded up through the floor, slowing its spin as it came, Adlen reached out his free hand to grab it and swing it toward Rain.

At that exact moment Lyra made the knife vanish from her held hand and had it appear in her free hand below as it moved toward his thigh, the knife materialised as her hand impacted and the blade sunk deep. Adlen bellowed and his arm went wide.

The spear Vrsshhhh’d by in a blurred disc of motion-

-And went straight through the ceiling, a dark line marking its passage amidst a rain of plaster and wood.

A meaty thud hit the floor and Adlen stared at his stumped wrist, then down at his limp hand on the floor below, not understanding what had just happened. He still hadn’t quite processed how he’d cut off his own hand when a set of vicious teeth engulfed his neck and ripped out his throat.

He slumped to the ground dead.

Rain paused, watching the ceiling warily, he could hear the spear still, moving through the mansion, it was coming back in their direction. As he had feared Adlen’s death had not slowed the damn thing down at all, in fact it seemed like it was getting even faster. He grabbed hold of Lyra and Opal and prepared to haul them out of the way.

The spinning spear sheared out of the far wall, clearly out of control, its enchantment going haywire. Blades of light were flickering and splitting off it as the disc wobbled and waved, the screaming whistling hiss of the air it emitted becoming so loud that nothing else could be heard. The disc blew past them in less than a second and struck the wall on the other side of the room, cleaving the wall down the middle in a storm of wind and light.

The wall tore apart as the spear passed through, cutting through into a sheet of metal on the other side in a cascade of sparks and the sound of shrieking twisting steel before with a roar the spear exploded throwing chunks of shredded metal across the room. Rain turned his back protecting the girls from the flying debris, pieces of steel thudding against his fur before clattering to the ground.

As the dust settled, and the air became calm, a gleam of reflected metallic yellow could be seen through the gap in the wall the spear had created, a great pile of coins just visible. Lyra peaked from around Rain, her eyes round with apprehension.

“…is… is that gold?”

Red was already running toward the newly revealed room, his claws up in the air, a joyful look on his face. Lyra and Opal quickly joined him, the draw of discovery capturing their attention.

Rain for his part had had enough. No more waiting, no more distractions. Just no more.

He turned and dove on Adlen’s body, quickly ripping him apart and devouring him.

It was done.

The first of his tormentors was dead, dead and gone.

Rain stumbled to his feet.

He wandered across the room, almost mindless, in a near trance.

Everything felt strange.

Then Rain became viscerally aware of it, the cold blade of trauma inserted deep in his hindbrain. He pulled it out, tossed it away, and the difference was obvious. The world seemed lighter, more colourful, more saturated and alive. He let out a long breath and his shoulders slumped in relief, the metaphorical knife dropped from his paw and he fell back on the Ranker’s bed. A bone-deep sense of peace rolled over him and soon he was asleep. He slept better than he ever had as a monster, cleansed of that most pestilent and vile disease: unrelenting memory.

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– a continuing celebration of –

Fifty Years of Pratchett

© 2023 Duleigh Lawrence-Townshend. All rights reserved. The author asserts the right to be identified as the author of this story for all portions not previously copyrighted by Terry Pratchett. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review or commentary. If you see this story on any website other than Literotica.com, it has been copied without the author’s permission.

This is a work of love, a fan fiction. Many of these characters are the creation of Sir Terry Pratchett, as is the multiverse in which they live. If you would like to find out which of these characters is or is not a creation of Terry please contact this author. This tale was not written to steal the fame that Sir Terry rightfully earned, but to enjoy one more romp in the shadow of Cori Celesti and remind the world of what we lost on March 12, 2015.

“One day I’ll be dead and THEN you’ll all be sorry.”

– Terry Pratchett, 28 Nov 1992 on alt.fan.pratchett

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ENCHANTRESS

The Warrior Duchess

{With parenthetical annotations}

Prologue: In our Previous Story a young man named Pommeraie de la Montesquieu “Nick” Stein {He was named after a type of cheese. His nick name Nick comes from his previous job where he was hired to steal bricks} was hired by Octavia Worblehat to assist her in her next big project. Octavia is a trained Senior Master Librarian and fully qualified wizard and earned a doctorate in Multi-theistic Amphibology before returning to her home 16 years in her past where she occasionally bumps into her 8 year old self. She returned home and hired Nick to help her save the Discworld and eight other discworlds from entire annihilation.

Along the way, Nick loses an eye, but gains enough magical energy to become a witch, and they settle down in a small mountain town to live out their days in peace and quiet. However, the couple has the discworld in a turmoil, on the discworld women are witches, men are wizards and no one accepts them in their reversed roles except the people that know them.

However, Octavia is not a wizard, she’s an enchantress, and it’s not the same thing. This distinction is something the discworld is about to discover.

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She approaches, the Queen of the Interstellar Pathways, watch in awe as she swims into view, Great A’Tuin, the grandest of the giant Star Turtles (Chelys galactica), enormous and magnificent. She swims through the multiverse following migratory paths that were written into her genome by the greatest prankster of all, The Creator. Free of the drag of her children she is hungry and now she is hunting. Her eyes, each the size of a sea, look forward to a destination known only to her. She possesses a brain the size of a small planet that moves at a speed that makes glaciers look downright spry. Her immense flippers propel her through the nothingness that is open space with massive strokes that take generations to complete. Her carapace is frosted with frozen methane, scarred with meteor craters, and coated with the intergalactic dust of eons of travel.

On her back stand four tremendous elephants, Berilia, Tubul, Great T’Phon, and Jerakeen, the World Elephants (Elephantidae Kosmosea). Tail to tail they stand patiently watching the stars drift by as they bear the weight of the world on their shoulders. As we watch, Berilia must raise one of her feet to give the tiny sun that orbits the disc room to pass beneath him.

Ten thousand miles in diameter the discworld is the marvel of the multiverse, around the circumference of the disk is the eternal waterfall that is the Rimfall. At the center of the discworld is the hub, a mountain that stands ten miles in height, the name of the peak is Cori Celesti, which at the top is the palace complex named Dunmanifestin, the home of the Disc’s many gods. Most of them are completely mad. {the rest are utterly mad}

On the disc, the hard working honest citizens of the different principalities, kingdoms, fiefdoms, countries, and empires sleep hoping that their place of employment still requires their labor in the morning. It’s late, the tiny moon rules the sky and the night shift now rules the disc. In the desert kingdom of Djelibeybi the followers of the sun god Cephnet surround the temple of the competing sun god Thrrp and crouch, waiting, and sharpening their knives. Come sunrise the true sun god will be escort bayan çapa crowned. Meanwhile the followers of Thrrp won’t be there to defend their temple as they’re too busy preparing their attack on the temple of Cephnet. {In the Djelibeybi pantheon the supreme god Ptooie makes banged grains {discworld popcorn} for his guests, the gods Net, Set, Sot, and Orexis-Nupt. The show starts at sunrise}

In Ankh-Morpork the oldest city on the discworld the night shift is in full swing, murderers, thieves, assassins, rapists, muggers, buggerers and night soil salesmen are out in force working hard to fill their quotas. As they labor, in the former Palace of the Seventeen Kings, now known as The Patrician’s Palace, the ruler of the city, the Patrician Havelock Vetinari was puzzling over a dilemma. A young, good-looking couple, both Ankh-Morpork born and raised, just saved the world, just saved nine worlds so Political Hay must be made. The problem was that they now reportedly live in the Kingdom of Lancre and have disappeared from sight, so now the question arises, how does Ankh-Morpork profit from all of their hard work and sacrifice? He took quill in hand and scratched out a few ideas, signed a few execution orders and filled out a request for the assassin’s guild, then called for his secretary…

In the tiny mountain kingdom of Lancre there rests the small village of Bad Ass {named for a stubborn mule} and in a small steading outside of the village, in the ancient cabin lies the body of Esmirelda Weatherwax. She’s not dead, in fact in her cold hands is clutched a handwritten sign that says “I ATE’NT DEAD”

She truly was not dead, she was borrowing. Borrowing is a magical technique used almost exclusively by witches {because most wizards think it’s lame and refuse to try} where a witch leaves her body behind in a deep, deep sleep and enters the mind of an animal and tonight Granny was in an owl. Borrowing is the art of convincing an animal to allow your conscience into its mind, and then gently steering it, convincing it to go where you want, and do what you want without losing connection to your own mind when the exercise is over.

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In the tiny Lancre mountain village of Creel Springs, Nick Stein dreamed that he awoke hungry and thirsty, and he found himself back on a tiny island where there was nothing to eat or drink, the only thing on the island with him was Death. And Death was reclining in a wood and canvas beach lounger wearing black shrouds and sandals and was reading the Sunday Times. “THREE TIMES LUCKY, I AM IMPRESSED,” said the Anthropomorphic Personification of Death.

Nick shuddered thinking of his recent near brushes with death, he was stomped bloody by a flock of stampeding sheep, then he was almost eaten by a dingaroo, then most recently he was almost swallowed by a planet eating beast. Only his ability to change forms through the magic of Vanemate Rasside Jõud, an ancient book of power saved his life. “I’m not a wizard, why am I seeing you?” gasped Nick as he spit sand out of his mouth and tried to drag his aching body toward the water line to maybe rinse the sand out with salt water. He didn’t need to do that, because as the sun rose, the island was disappearing under the rising tide, the water line would soon come to him.

Without looking up from his paper, Death said, “YOU ARE A WITCH, A HEALER. WE WILL BE COMPETING AGAINST EACH OTHER FOR THE LIVES OF YOUR PATIENTS.”

“I can’t be a witch, I’m a male.”

Death turned the page to the sports scores. “IT’S YOUR FATE, THAT’S NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY.“

As Nick considered what Death just said he weakly spit sand out of his mouth, “Gods am I thirsty.”

“NO ONE HAS EVER HEARD OF A THIRSTY SHARK,” said Death as he began to fold up his newspaper.

“That was very nice of you to suggest that, thank you,” said Nick as he dragged himself to the waterline. Why didn’t he think of that?

“LET US CALL IT PROFESSIONAL COURTESY,” said Death as Nick pulled himself into the water. There was a flash of octarine light and the kick of a shark’s tail and the sandy spit of land was empty again…

With a stifled shriek of terror Pommeraie de la Montesquieu Stein, known to everybody as “Nick” woke up in his bed, his body soaked in sweat, breathing heavy, and his nerves jittery and on edge. The love of his life, Dr. Octavia Worblehat-Stein, SML {Senior Master Librarian} lay naked next to him, a satisfied smile still gracing those perfect lips. Full, round breasts, large nipples when erect, trim, narrow waist and round hips with a perfectly sculpted ass. Nick still has escort gecelik no idea where she looks more beautiful, in sunlight, or starlight, candlelight, or moonlight. Nick and Octavia are the most unique couple in the Ramtop Mountains, and probably on the entire discworld. A wizard married to a witch, that’s something that hasn’t happened in 300 years, but what makes it unique is that he is the Witch, and she is the Wizard, that has never happened. Ever.

Anyone who has spent more than a mayfly’s lifespan on the discworld knows that the concept of a male witch and a female wizard is heretical at best, insane at least. The wizards would never go for it! a woman wizard? Unheard of! But technically Octavia Stein is no longer a wizard even though she trained for it and was certified at a leading school of witches and wizards off of the discworld, on the discworld since the minute she saw Nick she became an Enchantress. She doesn’t carry a staff, she doesn’t wear a pointy hat {unless the occasion requires it} in fact she doesn’t wear much, and to those that she enchants, it appears like she isn’t wearing anything. Happily, the only man she has enchanted is now her husband.

As for Nick, he was never truly a wizard, he never trained for it, but twenty years of soaking up magical radiation when he lived next to the Unseen University and ate out of their trash cans gave him more magical ability than most wizards that graduate from university will ever achieve. {As his wife likes to say, “He’s magically well endowed.”} All he needed was training. As he recovered from his injuries, Octavia’s walking stick transferred all of Octavia’s magical knowledge and training to him. Bugarup University gave Nick a certificate of graduation from the College of Hard Knocks after surviving a vicious attack by a pack of Dingaroos in the bush on the continent of XXXX but that was almost a joke, a “Congratulations for not Dying Mate!” He had learned to repair old books and one of those books was so grateful that it empowered Nick with the powers of the long forgotten elder races allowing him to change form to any creature that he has studied and as he works at his bookstore he has learned medicine and now is considered a witch by people more important than Death, his neighbors.

As Nick gazed at his beautiful wife, a sudden noise startled him, this wasn’t the noise an old cottage makes as the temperature changes and the wooden beams find newer and better ways to hold on to each other, this was the sound of someone clearing their throat. Nick whirled and there in the corner was Death seated in his wife’s rocking chair. “No,” was the only thing Nick could say, then finally, “Dear Gods no, you promised!”

“I AM NOT HERE FOR YOU OR YOUR WIFE. THERE IS ONE OTHER.” His voice boomed like the blast of a trombone in each ear, yet at the same time was as quiet as sands shifting in a long forgotten desert tomb. Death held a hand that was nothing but bones over Octavia and a tiny point of octarine light, the color of magic, {octarine is described as a greenish yellow/purple which ends up being a disappointing shade of blue. Luckily it can only be seen by wizards, witches, and cats} gently traveled from Octavia to Death’s hand leaving a slim trail of octarine light in its wake. Then Death took a tiny version of his scythe which was honed so sharp that the air molecules that were unlucky enough to hit the edge of the blade sparked as they were split apart and he cut the trail from the tiny pencil point of light to Octavia; Death took their baby.

“Why?” gasped Nick.

“IT IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS WITH FIRST TIME PARENTS; IT WILL NOT AFFECT FUTURE PREGNANCIES.“

“How many more times will you take a family member from me?” whispered the anguished Witch.

“I WILL NOT TAKE YOUR WIFE OR ANY CHILDREN FROM YOU DURING YOUR LIFETIME,” and with that Death slowly faded away. He told the truth, but he didn’t fully answer the question. Nick placed his hand on his wife’s lower abdomen and the tiny, vibrant spot of life that they enjoyed watching grow stronger was gone. Nick felt a soul clenching sorrow for a son or daughter that he never met, and he felt that he had to do something… anything to eclipse that sorrow.

Shaken by the dream of his last near Death encounter {Death insists that he’s the one that had a near Nick encounter} followed by the loss of his child Nick got out of bed quietly and made his way downstairs. He decided to leave Octavia asleep and talk with her when she wakes.

He stepped out on the porch, his entire body shaking, and when the cool evening breeze touched his sweat dampened skin he shook even harder. “Who did escort bayan florya death want?” asked a voice from down by his shin.

“The baby,” was all Nick could say. He could tell it was true by the pain in his heart.

“You need to go for a run,” said Gaspode. “It’s the only thing that will help.” {Actually, there were a number of things that would help, but Gaspode was keenly aware of Nick’s financial status.}

Nick stepped off the porch and the moment his feet touched the cool, damp grass he realized that his dog was right and with a puff of octarine light Nick became a Ramtop red deer and he took a few steps. “Ready? Set?” Suddenly Gaspode flashed past him. “You bitch,” and Nick broke into a run and tried to catch up with his friend.

{Back in the spring Nick used some of the librarian skills that Octavia taught him and “rescued” an ancient book of power. It was in horrible condition because nobody could read it so one of the most powerful books on the disk was used as a trivet for the library tea pot. The book was written in the language of the Mountain Ergonians, the last Elven race on discworld before the elves were driven off in The War of the United Clans. The book was lost to history and forgotten just like the elves, only the book remains, it was the Vanemate Rasside Jõud, “The Power of the Elder Races.” The book wasn’t about the power of the elder races, the book contained the power of the elder races, and its feelings of gratitude to Nick showed no bounds, and it gladly gave Nick that power. It doesn’t always matter if you can read a book, because a book this powerful can read you.

When Archchancellor Henry, the Archchancellor of Brazeneck College in Pseudopolis attacked Octavia, Nick had his hand on the Vanemate Rasside Jõud which he had just finished repairing and the grateful book gifted Nick with its power and Nick convinced Archchancellor Henry to leave Octavia alone by transforming into a seven foot tall dingaroo and threatening to bite off Henry’s head}

Drifting over the tiny backwoods mountain kingdom of Lancre, Granny Weatherwax borrowing an owl’s body was looking at the citizens as they slept looking to see if anyone needs the assistance of a witch or was having fun that she didn’t approve of. As she swept over an open field she saw a dog chasing a hart, a Ramtop Mountain Red Deer buck with a huge rack of antlers. The dog barked and nipped at the hart and occasionally the hart would stop and lower his antlers at the dog, threatening the noisy little animal. “Some folks should learn to leash their dogs,” harumphed Granny and she landed on a branch of a large beach tree to watch.

They ran through Nick and Octavia’s meadow, Gaspode nipping at Nick’s legs trying to get him to run faster. Soon they were laughing and enjoying the chance to run in the moonlight. They raced through a marshy area splashing and getting mud on each other, then Nick and Gaspode raced through the copse of wood that separated their property from Erin MacClenny ‘s land. The friends laughed and played leaving misery behind, Nick occasionally lowered his antlers at Gaspode in an “I dare you!” gesture which caused Gaspode to dash in between the multitude of antler points and nip at Nick’s nose. “Gaspode,” whispered Nick, “there’s a witch in that tree watching us.”

“Who?”

“Granny Weatherwax, she’s borrowing an owl.”

“Oh, that old thing,” grumbled Gaspode. Images of a witch threatening young lost girls and their little dogs came to mind. Images of witches luring children into candy covered cottages only to be baked in a 350 degree oven for four hours. Gaspode was not a fan “Let’s go say hi to her.”

“Ok.”

The deer stopped tussling with the dog and sprinted toward the tree that Granny was sitting in, and as they passed under her the deer looked up at her and nodded, then the dog said, “Good evening, Granny!” The deer that looked up at her had a silver key hanging from a ribbon around its neck and one golden eye.

Thirty minutes later an owl perched on the windowsill of Granny’s cottage, and in the cold farmhouse Granny sat up with a start. Something is wrong in Creel Springs and she decided that she would be the one to fix it.

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Granny was right, something was up in Creel Springs, and the town folks loved it. A new witch was in town and even though it was a young man, he was knowledgeable, dependable, caring and nice. Every day he walked the village from one end to the other greeting everyone he could, then he would spend the day in his bookstore spending most of his time doing fine calligraphy for announcements or invitations, and repairing and restoring fine old books that were brought to him by libraries from all over the disc, which was odd because no one ever saw a delivery cart at the store.

But as he worked in his bookstore, anyone could walk in with any bump or bruise, sneeze or cough and he would do something to help. A healing draught, a salve or poultice, and always a kind word and a sweet for the children

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Exhibitionism has never really been something my wife and I have been interested in. Yes, we like to write about our sexual experiences, but to me that’s something entirely different than setting up a webcam in your bedroom or fooling around in a public place. Not that there’s anything wrong with those things I just mentioned, it’s just not for us.

The same thing holds true for threesomes. We actually discussed our thoughts on bringing another person into the relationship fairly early on. We were both of the mind, and we still are, that introducing a new person into our marriage is not something we wanted to do. Again, it might work for some, and I’m certainly not criticizing, it’s just not for us.

With all that in mind, about two months ago we had an experience that certainly crossed our threshold on the exhibitionism front and almost crossed it on the threesome front. In fact, some may say it did, but I’ll let you be the judge.

My wife and I moved to our present location from the great state of Georgia, where we lived for right around eight years. We made some great friends there and were sad to have to move away two years ago. We, but especially my wife, has stayed in touch with most of them, especially her best friend Tina. Back in July, my wife and Tina set up a time for Tina to come up to our home to spend a week with us. They’re both schoolteachers, so they have the summers off.

Tina arrived on Thursday night and she and my wife spent all day Friday touring around our area seeing the sites. Saturday we decided to have a cookout and just hang out by the pool. The weather was perfect and late Saturday afternoon we fired up the grill and cooked up some hamburgers and hotdogs. After supper, we changed into our swimsuits and floated around in the delightfully warm water of the pool. My wife looked extremely hot in her new pink bikini and I began to get hard just looking at her sweet ass when she bent over to pick something up. All I could think about was sliding my cock between those delicious thighs later that night.

Tina, on the other hand, was not really anything to brag about as far as looks. She has a pretty face, medium length blond hair, and a very large rack. The problem is that she doesn’t take care of herself and has put on a great deal of weight since her divorce of about five years ago. She probably goes about 260, so that large rack is a little on the droopy side.

As night began to fall, we got out of the pool and dried off, lit the tiki torches, and broke out a few bottles of red wine. We sat around in the warm night air and talked about everything from politics to music and everything in between. As the night wore on and the wine continued to flow, the conversation eventually turned to sex. Tina was curious about how many times a week we made love, if my wife as still as happy with my oral sex abilities as she was when we were dating, and what were some of the more kinky things we had done lately. After filling her in on all the details, the discussion turned to Tina’s sexlife, or lack there of.

“Now that you know about us, what’s going on with you?” my wife asked.

“That’s easy,” Tina replied, “nothing. I haven’t felt a man’s hands on my body in about a year and haven’t been laid in a year and a half. If it wasn’t for my good old reliable Purple Panther, I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Wow, that’s terrible,” my wife said. “I know those vibes do an ok job in getting you off, but there no substitute for a soft tongue or a big cock.”

God, hearing her say that made my heart flutter and was an instant turn on. I so badly wanted to cut the evening short aksu escort and drag her up to the room to fuck her brains out.

“You’re not telling me anything I don’t know,” Tina continued. “I know I could probably go out to a bar or something and hook up with a guy, but even though I really want sex, I just can’t do the whole one-night stand thing. I don’t want people to think I’m a slut.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a slut every once in a while,” my wife said giggling. “You just have to know when and where to do it.”

“Yeah, I know what you’re talking about,” Tina said, also giggling. “Being slutty with your husband is a little different than banging some stranger, though.”

“I suppose so. But still,” my wife trailed off, appearing to be deep in thought. Turning to me she asked, “what do you think?”

“Well, all I know is that there’s no way I could last that long without some kind of physical contact. I don’t care how concerned about appearing slutty I was, I think I’d have to take some serious steps to try and resolve the situation.”

“Do you have any hot friends that would be interested in a quick roll in the hay?” Tina asked, somewhat seriously.

“Unfortunately, no. Most of my friends are married or in serious relationships,” I replied.

“The question still remains,” Tina laughed.

After another hour of conversation and a final bottle of wine, we cleaned up the patio and went in for the night. Even though it was a little early, probably around 11, we decided to call it a night since we wanted to get an early start tomorrow. We had planned a day at the beach and wanted to get a jump on traffic. We said goodnight to Tina and retired to our room.

It’s hard to say who made the first move, but as soon as our bedroom door was closed, I grabbed my wife and she grabbed me. She pulled off my swimsuit and immediately began to fondle my balls and already hard cock.

“Do you know how bad I want this inside me?” she breathed in my ear.

“Not half as bad as I want to put it in you,” I whispered back. “You’re sooo hot in that bikini. I wanted to rip it off and screw you right by the pool.”

As I said this, I began to undress her. Once she was naked, I put a hand on either side of her face and gave her a deep passionate kiss, sliding my tongue inside her mouth. She moaned softly and continued to gently play with my balls. I released her and took a small step back to get a full view of my little hotty’s awesome body. I then put a hand on her shoulder and gently turned her around so she was facing away from me. As I moved in close behind her, she bent over slightly so her ass stuck out a bit and slightly spread her legs. I put my arms around her waist and slid my throbbing cock between her thighs, not in her pussy, just between her thighs. She moaned again and began to grind her hips into me.

“God you feel good, Baby.” She whispered. “I’m sooo wet and horny after that conversation tonight. All I want is your hard cock buried in my pussy. Will you do me?”

“You know I will, Princess,” I replied. “I’d like to lick you first, though. Nothing tastes better than the juice from my woman’s pussy.”

“Any other time I would say yes,” she said, “but right now I know what I want and that’s your cock in my pussy.”

Not wanting to argue with a woman who knows what she wants, I led her over to the bed. She lay down on her back with her legs spread wide open and motioned for me to mount up. I hesitated for a minute, leaning over her to gently take her left nipple in my mouth. I flicked it a few times antalya escort with my tongue and gently pinched the right one with my fingers. She arched her back, moaned, and said “stop teasing me and fuck my pussy.”

I was just about ready to slide my throbbing cock into that little slice of Heaven known as my wife’s pussy, when we heard a sound at the door. We both froze and listened. There it was again, “Lissy. Lissy.”

“It’s Tina,” I whispered.

“Yes?” My wife said.

“I hate to bother you, but can you come out here for a minute?”

My wife looked at me with a puzzled look, and I shook my head in response. “I wonder what she wants,” I mumbled.

“I’ll be right there,” my wife said as she pulled on a pair of gym shorts.

She left the room and closed the door behind her. My curiosity was running high, so I crept over to the door to try and hear what was going on. I could hear them both whispering, although I couldn’t make out any words. Then I heard them both giggle a few times as my wife moved back towards the door and entered the room.

“Well,” I said. “What was that about?”

“To be very blunt, Tina has a request,” she began. “I guess she heard us fooling around and she wants to know if we would mind if she came in here and watched us.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice filled with disbelief.

“Very,” she said. “So what do you think?”

“I don’t know. What about you?”

“Well, I know we never said we’d do a threesome, but she doesn’t want to participate, she just wants to watch and probably finger herself. She’s one of my best friends, so we’ve talked a lot about sex before, we’ve seen each other naked at the gym, and I completely trust her, so I don’t see any reason why not.”

“As long as you’re sure, I’m fine with it,” I said. “Just as long as we make sure to stick to the no participation thing.”

“Don’t worry about that,” she assured me. “There’s no way I want your cock inside someone else’s pussy and chicks, at least fat ones, don’t turn me on. I’ll go get her.”

She went back out into the hall to get Tina, leaving me standing there naked, my cock still very hard and yearning to be inside her. For a second I wondered what we were doing and I almost called her back, but then curiosity got the better of me and I thought, what the hell, let’s see what happens. After all, it did kinda turn me on to have another chick in the same room with us.

They both walked back into the room, my wife in the lead, Tina trailing a step behind, dressed in nothing but an oversized T-shirt.

“Thanks for allowing me to watch,” Tina said smiling at me. “I promise I won’t get in the way.”

“No worries,” I replied, “I just hope we put a good show on for you. we certainly don’t want to disappoint.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Tina assured me. “Just being near sex is going to be a treat for me.”

My wife walked over to the bed, slipped off her shorts and resumed her position, legs spread wide open. Tina took off her shirt and laid on the floor right by the edge of the bed, both of her legs propped up on the side.

“Come and fuck me,” my wife said, “I need to feel your cock inside me.”

I leaned over her and gave her another deep kiss before gently easing my cock in her dripping pussy.

“Ohh yes, I love it when I slide inside you baby. Your sooo nice and tight!”

We started to screw, nice and slowly. To tease her, I pulled out so just the tip of my cock was in her pussy and gently rocked my hips.

“Give it to me!” she said, antalya otele gelen escort her voice a mixture of a command and a whine.

With that, I rammed my cock deep inside her and began fucking her, a little faster this time.

“That’s right, I want it faster,” she said as she moved her hips. “Fuck my pussy. Fuck it hard.”

I increased the speed of my thrusting so that now my balls were making that awesome slapping sound as they smacked against her ass.

“Is that how you want it, you little slut?” I asked. “Nice and deep in that yummy cunt of yours?”

Up until that moment I had all but forgotten about our spectator. I heard a noise and glanced over to see Tina bucking her hips in rhythm with our fucking, her Purple Panther buried deep in her pussy. I have to admit, it was a real turn on.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck that little slut! I want to hear your balls smack her ass!” Tina urged.

My wife lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders, one of our favorite positions because of the deep penetration and the speed you can build up.

“Fuck me! Ram that cock in my dirty little cunt!” she said, digging her fingernails into my back.

“Oh God! fuck that pussy!” Tina practically yelled as she continued to use her vibrator.

Then my wife put her legs down and discretely motioned for me to put my ear by her mouth. I was a little confused as to what she was doing and was very close to cumming, but I did as she asked.

“Don’t talk, just listen,” she said. “I want to give Tina something she’ll remember. I’m going to kneel down on the floor beside her, you’re going to stand up, I’m going to suck you off, and you’re going to shoot your hot sticky cum all over her tits and maybe her face. Let’s go!”

“Hey, what’s going on?” Tina asked. “I want to see and hear that pussy being fucked some more.”

“You just wait,” my wife said. “You’re going to get a treat.”

There was no playing around or teasing now. She took my cock deep in her mouth, helped along a bit by my hand pushing the back of her head. She began to suck and move her mouth up and down my cock, pausing every now and then to swirl her tongue.

“Yes baby, suck that cock! Suck it nice and deep!” I said, grabbing a handful of her hair.

“Oh you little slut! Suck that dick like a dirty little whore!” Tina said, practically panting as she neared orgasm.

By now I thought my balls were going to explode, I wanted to cum so badly. And what I saw next almost put me over the edge. Tina had sat up now and was kneeling on the floor right beside my wife. She had given up her vibe, but in its place she had slid three fingers inside her pussy and was using her thumb to rub her clit. In front of me now I had my gorgeous wife sucking my cock and just to her right a chick masturbating for me, her large tits bouncing and swaying as she moved her hips.

“Yes Lissy! Keep sucking! Make me cum baby!”

“Make him cum you slut! And drink every drop!” Tina said, continuing to plunge her fingers in and out of her pussy.

My wife gave me another two or three good sucks and a final swirl of her tongue. Remembering what she had told me to do, I pulled her head away from my cock by her hair, turned to the right slightly, and unleashed one of the biggest loads of cum in the history of man. It shot all over Tina’s floppy tits. A few drops even made it to her chin. Surprise swept over her face, but then she said, “Oh God, keep cumming on me! Shoot that sticky cum all over me!” She arched her back, almost falling over backwards as her orgasm finally swept over her.

I stood there watching the two naked women in front of me, not really sure what to do next. My wife sat on the floor smiling, clearly enjoying what had happened and Tina was still trying to catch her breath. Then, without warning, Tina leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and licked the last few remaining drops of cum off the tip of my cock. Talk about a surprise!

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Elunara sat on the couch, fiddling with her sketches. The slamming of the door had her jolting, and she shot a line across the page. She stared at Jordan, muttering, flailing his arms, and stomping back and forth. Deciding to fix the sketch later, she moved the board safely out of range.

She walked over to him. “Sugar, are you OK?”

He grabbed her by the arms, his fingers biting into her. “No! I’m not!” He crushed his mouth to hers. She blinked at him, but before she could get into it, he started ripping at her clothes. He tore her shirt off of her and shoved her pants off, before he backed her into the couch. He was still muttering and growling, and she was having difficulty understanding him.

He dropped her against the couch and climbed on top of her.

She winced at his harsh movements. “Jordan, I don’t think…”

“The only ass I want is yours!” He growled, as he shoved himself into her ass. She yelped and grabbed at his arms. He slammed himself in and out a couple of times, before releasing and collapsing on top of her.

“Jordan, what the HELL is WRONG with you?” She shoved at him.

Jordan winced. “Oh, Gods, Baby. I’m SO sorry.” He yanked his fingers through his hair.

“I know I told you I like it rough, but that was pathetic.”

He sat up and scrubbed his hands over his face. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“Spill it, or I will rip your dick off and find me a new second husband.” She crossed her arms.

A few minutes later, she smacked her face. “You’re telling me that you let some no name, no rank, PEON get under your skin enough to turn into a raging beast?”

He hung his head. “Yes…”

“ARGH, Jordan, I swear to Elune, I should beat your ass.”

He covered his head with his hands. “You’d be right to.”

“You broke one of my most important and cherished rules over it, too.”

“Always make sure she enjoys it?”

“No.” She whacked him on the back of the head “Never do anything in haste or rage.” She shook her head. “Even Bradly is better at that rule than you.”

He scrubbed his hands over his face again. “I don’t know what is WRONG with me, or why this gets to me so much.”

“Jordan, from what you’ve told me, and what I know of you, you’ve always been one step behind everyone else.”

He winced.

She held up a hand. “Hear me out.” Brushing her fingers through his hair, she continued. “You’re good, but you’re not great. There’s always someone out there who’s one step ahead of you. Renwa is a good example. He’s your friend because he wasn’t a shit about it. Everyone else wanted to challenge you to a competition you couldn’t win. You paired well together, and formed a nice little team. You have always been content to be the second in line. But, as everything would have it, you continue to stay just in that shadow. Even now, you’re second husband. I bet that grates ever so often.”

He leaned against her. “Well, you’ve summed it up.” He grumbled.

“I think Renwa had it best…”

“What does HE have to say on the matter?” Jordan crossed his arms.

“You wear your emotions on your face. No matter how hard you try, you project entirely too much. It’s probably the only thing really holding you back.” At his open mouth, she shook her head. “I’m not going to be so crass as to tell you to bury your emotions, because quite frankly, I like that about you. You’re easy to read, and easy to tease. Which brings us back to the original problem. What you need to learn; is how to divert your emotions to something else.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“When someone says something that pisses you off, think of something funny.” She shrugged. “That’s how I’ve been doing it for years. I assess the situation, devise the reactions I am expected to have, and then continue to think of something that holds me in the mindset. This really creepy, slimy piece of shit thinks I find him attractive… well, let’s just change him around a bit, and “poof” my mind can find him attractive, because I no longer see him as… he is.”

“That’s pretty in theory…”

“Theory my ass, I do it all the time. It’s how I hold the upper hand. Some pissant is riding your ass about Grogek; don’t go for those mental images… go for the mental image of me in some provocative pose. Hell, I’ll draw escort kurtköy you up a picture and put it in your wallet.” She grinned.

“I don’t know.” He raked his hands through his hair.

“Well, would you rather be the guy who gets pissed off and goes and rapes his wife over it?” She glared.

“I didn’t…”

“What ELSE do you call that?”

He winced.

“The last asshole to take my ass dry was Lorros.” She snorted angrily.

Jordan jerked back as if struck. “He…” He ran his hand over his mouth.

She sighed. “I’ll have to give you a few lessons in what I mean by rough.” She shifted uncomfortably.

“Gods, Baby, you’re bleeding.”

“Am I?” She stuck one leg in the air and shifted. “Well, I was. Happens sometimes when you don’t lube properly. Luckily for me, I heal obscenely fast. She contorted her body and looked at her ass. “Yeah, healed already.”

“Geez, you can twist in all sorts of strange ways. Any lower and you could lick yourself.”

“Oh, I can.”

He blinked.

With one hand, she slipped her fingers down and held herself open. Adjusting again, she ran her tongue from top to bottom. She grinned at him. “See?”

He winced. “Ow.”

“Ow? Why ow?”

“Because I just popped a hard on so fast, I think I might have pulled something.” He rubbed his dick.

She laughed.

“Why don’t you… do that more often?”

“Because I learned ages ago, that it’s not really as fun as it looks. I’ve given it a good go a few times, just for the hell of it, but realistically… eh.” She shrugged. “It’s too much effort for a long term solution. But, it makes a great party trick.” She winked.

“Can… I watch?” He whispered.

“Hmm, I shouldn’t… you acted abysmal.”

He knelt in front of her and put his hands on the edge of the couch. “Please?”

She considered. “But, I do enjoy tormenting you.” She adjusted again and ran her tongue along her own slit. He shivered as he watched her. Shifting her hand, she buried a finger inside and licked around. His breathing increased, and he brushed her hair out of the way. In and out, she pumped her fingers, as she flicked her tongue inside. Around and around she licked. Her breathing increased along with his. She groaned.

“Oh, Baby.” He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back. He pressed his mouth to hers, dancing his tongue with hers. Groaning into her mouth, he tasted her. “Baby.” He whispered, as he brushed her hair back.

“Yes.” Was all she said.

His hands brushed across her cheeks and back into her hair, as he slipped himself into her waiting wetness. He groaned into her mouth, and she lay back on the couch, wrapping her legs around his waist. “I’m so sorry.” As his hips rocked him in and out of her, he whispered his apologies, murmured his love.

With a shiver, they curled up on the couch together.

“Sweetheart, you know you’re a little old for me to have to deal with your schoolyard bullies.”

He groaned and buried his face in her chest.

“Especially since it’s technically a student, and you’re the freaking vice principal.”

Jordan’s face went crimson. “The way you put things…” He muttered.

“Well, I’ll just have to show up at school, and get an eye on the little twerp.”

A couple of days later, Elunara made her way down to the training yard and found Grogek on the sidelines. “Hello, Sugarbear.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist. “Hello, love.” He buried his face in her hair. “Here for Jordan’s problem?”

“Mm, yes.”

“I don’t often question your judgment, but shouldn’t he deal with it on his own?”

“Oh, he is. I’m just going to help him along.”

“As you will.”

“We’ll discuss it later.” She grinned. “I’m glad I never have to worry about such silliness with you.”

“Humans and their weird problems.” He shook his head.

She snorted. “You mean non-orcs and their problems. I’ve got to take care of my brood, or where would I be?” She sighed.

He laughed. “You love us anyway.”

She ran her fingers underneath his chin. “Perhaps you and I should take a little break, like me and Tulani did. It’d be nice to have you to myself for a few days.”

“Perhaps. Here comes our problem child bodrum eskort now.”

She gave a half sigh. “The show must go on.” Untangling herself from Grogek, she watched Jordan march over. When he looked purposeful, it made her lick her lips. Then again, it was a bit of a mark against him, how he projected himself. His face shifted, his thoughts on her, but the annoyance was still brittle in him. Inwardly, she wanted to lecture him on body language.

Grogek purposely stepped away from her, and more towards the training ring. He blatantly ignored the both of them.

Jordan wrapped his hands around her waist, pressed his mouth to hers, and devoured her.

“Mm, hello, Sugar.” She put her arms around his neck.

“Hello, Baby.”

“So, who am I here to nutpunch?” She lowered her voice.

“Back right, third guy from the left, bearded, red.”

“Dear Gods, that man’s so ugly, the only pussy he’s ever seen, was the day he was born.” She snorted. “And even that one spit him out.”

Jordan choked on his laugh. “The shit you say. Yeah, that’s the main one.”

“He’s just jealous you’re so pretty.”

“That’s exactly what Grogek said.” Jordan grumbled. “Out loud.”

“Oh, you big baby.” Elunara kissed his nose.

“I found the picture in my pocket.” He kissed her. “Cute.”

“Cute? CUTE? All I get is CUTE?” She threw her hands up. “What am I to DO with you?”

He smirked at her. “By cute, I mean painful erection I’ve had to walk around with all day. Do you seriously think this will work?”

“I’m getting all the right signals.”

He buried his face in her hair. “Ah well, time to deal with it.”

Using the flat of her tongue, she licked his neck and made eye contact with the punk in question. Jordan shifted her slightly and ran his hands down the back of her pants, gripping her ass. He murmured to her, and she rubbed her cheek against his ear. She whispered back. Pulling his hands free, he backed up and grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her away.

“He’s following.” She whispered.

“How many?”

“Two. I think. The echo is funny here.”

They stopped in a secluded, yet public, area. “This is safe?” He put his forehead to hers.

“Yeah. I’ve used it before, and scouted it recently. Never know when I might need it.” She ran her hands in his pants and gripped his ass.

“Well,” He kissed her. “Since we’re doing it this way.” Taking off his gloves, he got on one knee and pulled her pants down. Freeing her leg, he shifted it over his shoulder and buried his face in her. Inhaling her warm scent, he wrapped an arm around the leg over his shoulder, his hand caressing her flush skin. With his free hand, he buried a pair of fingers in her.

She reached down and raked her fingers through his hair. “Ah, yes.” She hissed. She was a little louder with her moans and reactions than usual, but never garish. Leaning her head back, she panted. “By Elune, I love when you do that.” She shuddered against him, letting her involuntary muscles do as they will.

He grinned up at her. “I’m not done yet.”

“You better not be.” She grinned back.

Dislodging her leg, he stood up and grabbed her hips, sliding neatly in. She wrapped the leg around his waist and groaned. Bucking his hips, he moved in and out of her. “Gods, you’re always so tight.” He groaned, before capturing her mouth with his own.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I regret we’re in a public place, and I can’t divest you of your armor.” Her face was flush, and she shivered against him.

“Mm, I do miss the feel of your tits on my chest.” He gave her a quick kiss. “But, thank you for putting up with my whims.” He slid himself free and sighed.

“How about tonight, I tell Grogek and Tulani they’re on their own. I’ll spend the night in your room.” She nuzzled her nose in his neck.

“I’d love that, baby.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck and hair.

“There’s three now.” She murmured.

“You can tell?”

“I can feel their lust radiating at me.”

“That sensitive huh?”

“Always.”

“What was the point of this?”

“I’ll tell you tonight.”

He reluctantly let her go, and stuffed himself back in his pants. She reached down escort göztepe and tugged her pants on, readjusting her belt. Threading their fingers together, she led him out the way they came.

Wet and sticky, they curled up together in his bed. “So, what WAS the point of that?”

“To change the game.” She ran her hand on his chest. “Instead of having that stupid rumor to wag at you, now they can hold this over your head. So to speak. They saw you fuck your wife in a public place… and got to see my naughty bits exposed; something that ordinarily would be “just so wrong” and embarassing, except, they don’t know that I enjoy making a public spectacle of myself. I feed off of it, and you, for one, don’t mind because you know I enjoy it. While they feed on their sense of self superiority, you can laugh at how little they actually know. The game…” She kissed his chest. “Is changed.”

“You put all of the power in my hands.” He murmured.

“Bingo.”

“Damn you’re good.”

“If you’re just figuring this out now, I really have lost my touch.”

He rolled over on top of her and slipped inside. “Let me show my appreciation.”

A couple of days later, Grogek walked in.

“Hey, Sugarbear.” She added some fine detail to her work.

He tugged the board out of her hand. Pressing a kiss to her mouth, he grinned. “You’re a good woman.”

“Mm, what did I do now?”

“You gave Jordan his confidence back.” He ran his fingers on her cheek. “Now, how high does this couch jack up to?”

With a laugh, she stood up and began to yank levers. “Due to its design, this is the highest it will go in the flat setting.”

Pressing his hips against the edge, he nodded. “High enough.”

“Made with you in mind.” She winked.

He grinned. “I’ll have to discover the other settings another time.” Brushing his knuckles across her cheeks, he brushed her hair back and brought her lips to his. Slowly, he tasted her, dancing his lips with hers, and tangling their tongues in her mouth, He breathed in the scent of her and just enjoyed the feeling of her skin in his hands. “It does me good; to see my brother standing tall and proud again.” He kissed her again. “It turns me on, to know it is by your design.”

“I love how much you love him.” She smiled and buried her face in his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her. “It is you who gave me a brother. You gave me children, and a sister. How strange it is… our little family, yet I would be lost without it.”

“Funny how that works.” She grinned up at him.

“And now, I just want to get my hands on you.” He slid his hands across her hips and down her ass, pushing her pants to the floor. Grabbing her hips, he sat her on the edge of the couch. Tugging himself free of his pants, he slipped inside of her. He was so much larger than most, and it spread her out to take all of him in. She loved the feeling of how he stretched her with his girth.

With a groan, she ran her hands across his chest. He grabbed her hands and pushed her backwards. When she was lying full out, he spread her legs further apart, tugging one up to his shoulder. She slipped her other leg between his, and on to her side she went. Thrusting deeper and deeper, he ran his mouth up and down her leg. One arm behind her, she propped up on to her shoulder. Her head went back and she gasped as he plunged deep inside.

His hips slammed against hers, and she clamped around him. With a final thrust, he filled her. He gasped and pulled himself free, climbing on to the bed and tugging her close. “I love you.”

“Mm, I love you, too.” She brushed her lips against his. “You know, people are always asking me how kissing you actually works. What they never seem to realize, is the fact that those fangs make it more interesting, and they’re way more sensitive than they give you credit for.” She licked a fang and he shivered. “Probably because you lunatics are always piercing the damned things.”

He laughed. “Piercing them hurts like fucking hell, too.”

She frowned. “How do you know?”

“I had it done.”

She blinked. “I’ve never seen you with one.”

He rubbed a large fang. “Years ago, Charnak and I had them done at the same time, during our test of manhood. When I decried him as brother, I took it out. It’s since healed.”

She examined the fang. “Oh, right there.” She ran her finger across the tiny hole.

He licked the fang. “Having it done damages the nerve. This one is not as sensitive as the others.”

“Tis a shame.”

“Mm, I make do with what I got.”

With a giggle, she licked the fang. “I bet you do.”

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I went all over town looking for him, damn! Figures he wasn’t anywhere in town, actually that was pretty smart considering I was there most of the time. Finally in a cave a few miles from town I felt him, I appeared at the mouth of the cave, calling out to him as I felt my powers fade. “You know, after five or six hundred years of sleeping at night I’ve kind of gotten used to it my friend.” Gregor came out of the cave had almost reached me when he stopped short, “Shit John what has happened now?” He asked, “You need someone killed?” He started to laugh when I smirked at him. “Oh I see, it’s Lana um hm, sit my friend and tell Gregor.”

So I sat, I hadn’t really had a real friend since Gregor had been ripped from my life by his father. He listened intensely ’til I got to the part about spanking his sister, then I swear he couldn’t stop laughing. “She actually said that?” He gasped for air, another round of all out laughter. When I finished I wore an extremely serious face, “Damn it John, NO! you know how dangerous it is and you being a mage I’m not sure I could do it to your mind. John don’t do this! Haven’t you tortured your self enough the last two hundred years? Damn it man! Give your self and your busted heart a fucking break!

“Gregor,” I started, “I can’t, I can’t do this again you are the only one who knows just how bad our fathers pushed me. I can’t chance falling for her again, they stepping in trying to force me and her to dance to their whims, I won’t allow it I can’t allow it!”

“John, we’ve been friends a long time, if you do this and it holds, it would be as bad as if you were dancing to their tune. You’d lose a lot more than just the memory, you’d lose a lot of you, I know John, I’ve done this a few times I’ve seen it happen.” Gregor said as he sadly shook his head.

“Damn it! I have to do something I can’t concentrate, I can hardly formulate plans against them. If I can’t clear my head soon it will be over before it even starts.” I told Gregor.

“John you need to learn to channel all of this into a new way of thinking and planning, with the energy you are getting from this you should be unstoppable!” Gregor said his excitement growing Sighing I tried to concede but felt I was lost I didn’t know how to re-channel my energy, I’d better learn quick or I was a dead duck for sure.

Gregor bid me good bye and went back into the cave as I started to walk away, finally I was far enough to feel my powers return. I wish everything was that simple then I might not be as stressed out as I was, yeah I was really starting to think I needed to kill my father and hers too. Appearing in my room I got ready to go to work, god only knew what they had in store for us today. I dreaded that they might hear something about us being out last night then they’d never stop, with a groan I headed out.

For the first time in days the day started rather good but I knew something was coming I wasn’t stupid I could feel it creeping slowly up on me with cold fingers out stretched. Though I really didn’t expect to see her towards the end of the day I started looking for her to pop in at any moment. Shaking my self I realized I was starting to act like a love sick puppy mooning over everything in sight.

I heard the train as it was approaching town, grabbing my assistant we headed out to the station. They’d just started to off load my packages when I felt a sensation of almost pure evil run up my spine. Turning toward the train I saw a box being off loaded, damn it! From the feel of this one this was an older vampire, though he was alive when near me he was still formable, even becoming human didn’t slow the older ones down a whole lot.

I was about to ask who’s box it was when a couple of lackey’s grabbed the box, turning they stared at me. Yeah they knew what I was and what I could do, this was unexpected I’d have to prepare for what ever this new threat was. It was a damn good thing father had worked me up so bad, I now had at least two active wards with me at all times, hey better safe than sorry right? I watched for a few minutes as the half dead helpers of the vampire carried the box toward the building Lana was in. Well screw that idea all to hell, there was no way I was getting any where near her now not with… what it was that had just arrived.

Dan and I arrived back at the office an hour later to find one of the lackey’s waiting. In a raspy voice it told me as it handed me a wax sealed letter, “Madam Vishnew wishes your company tonight, she says you can not turn this down nor should you try. She’d rather not have to destroy the whole town if you become angry, she has said she finds it extremely quaint.” I bowed to the lackey, surprising him and told him I would accept the gracious invitation of Lady Vishnew. The lackey smiled and left.

Damn it! Vishnew was here? Son of a bitch! What the hell did she want? Though not as old as Vidon Lana’s mother was still a creature I didn’t want to tangle with if I didn’t have to. Sighing I told a wide eyed Dan good night and headed to my building to dress for tonight. As I expected Lady Vishnew escort sarıyer had gone all out, as she always did. Really? I shook my head a seven course meal? I… wait! Food real food? Ok what was going on? She’d never been this accommodating towards me, something had definitely changed that was for sure.

Walking in I was seated at the far end of the table, moments later Gregor arrived not looking all that pleased his self. within moments Lady Vishnew and Lana entered I felt both their hearts start to beat and Lady Vishnew was actually breathing, she seemed to be enjoying it. “Thank you for attending tonight, Gregor, Mr. Timmings. I must say this is a wonderful experience, I can’t remember the last time I actually breathed in the air.” Lana had her head down, though at times she peeked a look up at me and her brother, the look she held gave me pause, shit something was definitely a foot. “As you probably know, Mr. Timmings, there have been many endings in the clan both clans actually, what you may not know is just how bad. At last count well over half the vampire clan was gone, nearly as many from the mage clan.” I looked at Gregor and he shrugged obviously he hadn’t known either, I got almost the same look from Lana well at least they weren’t in on any of this.

“My Lady,” I started, “I do not wish to be impertinent, but why are you here? Might it have to do with a certain betrothal? As I told your husband Lord Vidon, that is a dead subject that I do not wish to ponder on.” A small smile lit her face damn she was enjoying making me squirm! “I therefore respectfully request to be excused as there is nothing to keep me here.” This got the reaction I was hoping for the smile turned into a grimace, good I don’t like to be played.

As I stood up to go, Lana spoke for the first time, “Sir Timmings if you leave now neither mother nor I will be able to enjoy this feast.” Lana demurely flashed me a smile, son of a bitch! They were both in on it! Then I saw Gregor also smiling out of the corner of my eye. Turning to Gregor I sighed, “Et tu Gregor?” Gregor quickly dropped the smile and stared at me like he was innocent. Trapped like a rat in a trap! Sitting I consigned my self to be as unemotional as possible, fat chance there!

Though I tried to not get involved, I was beginning to find the Lady Vishnew as charming and lovely as her daughter. Near the end of dinner I discovered that I hadn’t really had that bad of a time but I still had no inkling as to why her mother was here. “I have to say,” Lady Vishnew started, “I quite frankly enjoyed that, as I said it has been a very long time since I actually ate food. Now then I am sure you are wondering why I called you here.” I nodded my acquiescence. “My husband is not a delicate creature, he never has been. He has seen the union of you two as a way to save the clans and nothing else, what he didn’t see was that you would be as strong as you are. Do you know you are the only being to ever resist my husband?” I nodded no, “Now more than ever he wants you and Lana to wed. As do I, though for entirely different reasons. As you said to Gregor, yes he basically wanted you two as breeders, I do not and will not agree with that decision. I do not know what happened that night, nor do I wish you to expand on it, but I remember that for once Lana was happier than I’d ever seen her.”

I knew that Lana had been happy back then when we had first met, and yes I realized that it might have been the first time since she had become a vampire. I also knew it had made her mother happy as Gregor had told me later, but as for her being the happiest ever that I had not known. “Thank you Lady Vishnew, I would like to forever expunge the memory from my mind,” I replied a grimace on my face. Lady Vishnew noticed this and didn’t press any further. “I for one believe in love, yes we vampires can love, though it is quite different from anything you might know.

The chance to love as a human is a unique opportunity, as many know the range of emotions is far more extreme for humans. I firmly believe that this union would just be good for the vampires but the mages also.” Looking directly at me and smirking Lady Vishnew, continued, “I also believe that the union would be good for both of you, I’ve seen the difference in you since you entered here. I’ve also noticed a difference in Lana, a difference I must say I find truly refreshing.”

I had moved to leave almost out the door, when Lana’s mother stopped me for a private word. “Mr. Timmings, I know more than you think, as I said before I don’t know what went on, nor am I concerned about it. That is unless it interferes with the union of you two, then you can rest assured that I will bring the full force of the family resources to solve it.”

“Lady Vishnew, this,” I said waving my arms around, “In all honesty is one of the main reasons that we didn’t stay together. I am a man, not a puppet, I will not be made to dance for anyone else, to do so would make me less than I am or can be. So yes you might say there is something interfering, bodrum escort bayan it just happens to be my father and your husband.” The look of shock, then the smirk on her face let me know she’d guessed they were the reason behind my resistance.

“Hmmmm I see, it was about as I thought, it appears that I need to contact Evelyn.” I was shocked My mother? Even father tried to stay out of her way when she was mad, Now how did Vishnew know my mother? “So, if they were out of it, then you and Lana would have been together before now?” Vishnew said.

Sighing I tried to explain, “It wasn’t just them it was the clans in general, neither of us were free to be ourselves we were expected to be something neither of us wanted to be. I will not have my life dictated, I am not one to take it lightly either. I thank you for tonight and regret that nothing has been resolved, perhaps one day but not now.” I left also thanking Lana and her brother, then heading out toward my building.

I was almost home when Gregor caught up to me, “what do you want traitor,” I half heartedly told him.

“Hey,” he said, “I was trapped and drafted into it. I have to say you made a definite impression on mother, now more than ever she wants you and Lana wed.”

“Hell Gregor,” I started, “I have never doubted that your father wanted us wed, but for some reason I’ve always felt your mother was dead set against it. Can you tell me just what has changed her mind? I know it can’t be the dying in the clans, so what?”

“If I understand her right,” Gregor replied, “you now have her respect, as she said you are the only being that has ever resisted father not an easy feat in its self. Though I wouldn’t suggest doing it too many times, you may have shocked father yes, but I can’t see him letting this go on for much longer.”

Turning back to face Gregor he was shocked at the intensity on my face, “I don’t care Gregor, not then not now, this is my life and hers for what they are. If we let them make us do what they want us to do, then how are we better? No, I don’t care if I have to take out a whole damn clan, I won’t submit to yours or my father’s whims.” With that I turned and left a stunned Gregor out side my building though, as started in I thought I saw him smile a wide grin.

I had just reached my room when there was a rapping at my outer door, huh? What the hell, I know I’d set my wards. Opening the door I was shocked to see my mother, and her two assistants, Damn Lady Vishnew wasted no time at all I see. “Johnathon,” she started, “so good to see you.”

“Uh huh, right mom we haven’t seen each other in a hundred years, what did Lady Vishnew tell you?” The mock shock she wore on her face, let me know I’d hit the nail on the head.

“Vish, just expressed a concern that your father and her husband might be interfering with you and Lana. I’m just here to make sure that doesn’t happen.” She then smirked looking at me sideways, “You are still interested in her aren’t you? I hope this trip isn’t a waste of my time, I DID have things to do you know.” Leave it to mother to try and give me a guilt trip, especially when none of this was my fault.

“I don’t know mother it’s been well over a hundred years since we did anything and…” I started.

“Oh? A little bird told me that you two went to dinner the other night, please son don’t insult your mother’s intelligence,” she accused. Damn leave it to her to always see through me, sigh, I guess there was no getting past it.

“Mother, I’m not sure ok, I’m just not sure,” I stated.

“Well Johnathon, we’ll just have to change that won’t we?” I looked at her through slitted eyes yup she was up to something though what and how I wasn’t sure.

“Just what do you mean change that?” I stated, “What if you don’t like what I decide? You going to banish me again? Ha! Good luck with that mother! In case you haven’t noticed I am my own man now, who…”

“Who seems to be more confused now than he was two hundred years ago! Look you can’t fool Vish or me, we know there is something going on, Lana was practically floating after she got home the other night, and was still like that when her mother arrived. Now, as far as I know you are the only one that has EVER been able to elicit that kind of a response from her. So, no matter what you both say WE know that there is still something between you two.” Holding up her hand she stopped me before I even started, “Don’t even try to start that old, tired, bull shit again about you hate each other, there’s nothing there. Vish and I are well over one thousand years old WE know, the problem is how are we going to fix it?”

I’d listened to her almost the whole time, but she was venturing where both mine and Lana’s father’s had gone. Suddenly I felt the anger swell then burst in me, “You won’t do a damn thing!” I yelled, “It was just this sort of thing that separated us last time. Interfering people pushing us together! You want her so damn bad? You fucking marry her!” With that I flashed out, not caring that she was the second leader escort ortaköy of the clan and to do so was an insult. I appeared in an alley way in New York, almost as far as I could get from out west, where we’d been, still seething I didn’t notice the huge hole in the wall directly behind me.

Lady Vishnew had just awoken when she received the thoughts, {“Vish,”] she heard Evelyn, [“I think you are right about them still having feelings for each other, but when I brought it up Johnathon became enraged and left, I’m feeling him on the other side of the continent. It appears there is something else going on here, I’ve never seen him this upset.”]

Lady Vishnew let this digest a moment, [“Yes, I feel you are right but somehow Lana has hidden it from me, Gregor’s mind from that night is almost completely blank, your son is far stronger than I’ve ever felt in a non-vampire form. I too am at a loss for the moment.”]

[“I was thinking of us contacting our husbands, but I swear they handle everything with almost total brute force.”] Evelyn replied.

[“Yes,”] started Vishnew, [“If this isn’t handled right, it might be another two hundred years before they’d even think of facing each other, I think the key lies in what happened that night.”]

[“I agree with you, but how to find out? I fear the only one who may hold the answer is the very one we are trying to help.”] Evelyn cried.

[“My dear,”] Lady Vishnew started, [“it is obvious that WE are going to have to fall back on our strongest suits.”]

[“You mean our power and authority?”] Asked Evelyn.

[“Oh no my dear,”] Lady Vishnew replied, [“your son is far too powerful and my daughter far too smart and suspicious for those to ever work. I believe it is time for us to use our sneakiness and beguilement to further confuse and drive them together. Now first you and I are going to send a message to both that we are leaving. That I think will bring Johnathon back then…”]

I had wondered New York City for days not really caring where I went or did. As long as Mother and Vishnew were there I had no desire to go back, though I was feeling for Lana stuck there with those two nosy busy bodies. I knew I couldn’t stay gone for very long Mother could always find me, she always had though I think this time she might not appear in person.

I was sitting in a cafe when one of mom’s assistants appeared next to me, “A word Mr. Johnathon?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one for you,” I replied sneering at the sub-mage (don’t ask me that’s what mom had always called him). “It’s death pure and simple, you have two options leave and live stay and you’ll be dead in the next minute.”

“Fine,” he said, “your mother is leaving tomorrow,” with that poof he was gone. Hmmm, I knew my mother, she NEVER gave up that easy (just ask my father he hadn’t won in well over eight hundred years and he was stronger). I’d have to keep an eye on her and Vishnew. Sighing, I decided I ought to go back I know Dan was about to go out of his mind trying to keep up with everything.

Looking over at the play bill I had in front of me, ummm tomorrow, there were quite a few things more pleasant than facing mother right now I wished to attend to. Besides this was as close to civilization as was back home, as I could get to, though the colonists and the English were starting clash more. Damn it leave it to them both to spoil my fun. Flashing out I arrived in my room, yes I could still feel her presence, here I had hoped that she’d be gone by now. That way there wouldn’t be uncomfortable silence, stares and accusations (though well founded on my part).

Stepping into my office I was astounded to find mother sitting there waiting for me. “I am not here to argue,” she started, “just to tell you that your father has requested that I return, as you know I am the best healer of the mages. I have heard that your powers have surpassed your father’s, I am extremely proud of you my son.”

“Are things really that bad mother?” I asked.

“Yes, I am afraid we are going to lose a good number of both clans before this is over, though I and a few others have managed to halt it in a good many, it still continues to ravage the rest.” she said sadly.

“I should have been recalled, my powers are beyond yours and father’s I know I could have wiped it out by now,” I spit out almost ashamed that I wasn’t there to help.

“No Johnathon, it is far more important that you remain here and build up the fortune here in America, in case we have to bring the clan here.” My mother said sadly, “I would not like to have to be here in these primitive conditions.”

“I understand that mother but I could be home in no time, I’ve found a way to cross, it only takes about two hours,” I said. Evelyn hid the shock she was feeling, two hours? Just how much more powerful was her son? Shaking the thoughts from her head she kissed her son, gathered her assistants the poof was gone. Breathing a sigh of relief I was about to sit when I saw several of Lady Vishnew’s lackeys loading her box onto the train. Ok, now I was REALLY suspicious, both were leaving? Both at the same time something was definitely up, and I wasn’t about to believe that bull shit story my mother had given me, no they were up to something. The only problem was I, who always had as much information as I could before I moved on something, had nothing a most unusual position for me, one I’d definitely have to amend.

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She stepped out from the room and nodded. “I had to make sure he was OK.” Brushing past him, she went outside. She came up short and he bumped into her.

A woman flung her arms around Elunara. “Thank you so much!”

“Uh, you’re welcome?”

Lucy kissed her on the cheek. “I got a job at the tannery!” She squeaked. “Oh, I’m having so much fun. It’s really quite fascinating. So, now I’m an apprentice! And it’s all thanks to you.” She kissed her other cheek. “Maybe next, you can help Terica find something that interests her!”

Elunara laughed. “I’m glad it’s working out for you. I was just headed down to speak with Grogek.”

Lucy blinked a couple of times before looking up. “Oh, that’s not Grogek.” She put her hands to her red cheeks. “You were busy. I’m so sorry for interrupting you.”

“Nah. It’s not that. Someone tried to take Bradly, Charnak here brought him back to me.”

“Oh no! How horrible!”

“Yeah, we can discuss it more later, I have to speak to Grogek.”

“Yes, yes of course, I’ll let you get back to it.” She ran off.

“What was that about?” He hesitated. “If I may ask?”

“Lucy has been having trouble finding her place in town. I’ve been having people let her try their trade in order for her to learn something that interests her. I don’t believe in anyone being stuck in a job they hate. They must find their place, or leave.”

“The more I learn about you, the more my heart fills.” He ran his hand down her back. “You are a wise and benevolent leader, who loves her people. Your rage is endless and your power great, yet you show them kindness and love.”

She made her way down to the training yard and stood on the side, waiting for Grogek to finish what he was doing. He raised an eyebrow and meandered on over to Elunara.

He deliberately kissed her. “Yes, my love?”

“A man, hired by that bitch Barbara tried to take Bradly.”

Grogek growled.

“Charnak was able to intercede the man and killed him before he could get off a portal.”

Grogek considered Charnak. “You have returned our son to us. For that, I am grateful.”

Jordan jogged up. “What’s going on?”

“Charnak saved Bradly from an attempted kidnapping.”

Jordan’s eyes grew large. “Oh, Gods, how is he doing?”

“He and Darguni are in their room with Lydia. He’s shaken up, but doing well.”

Jordan put a hand on Charnak’s shoulder. “Thank the Gods for you.”

Elunara nodded. “Yes, I am incredibly grateful. This… alters things.” She spied the kids and gestured. “Excuse me.” She left them there to go to the kids. Bradly was shifting his eyes back and forth.

“Honey, you can’t be afraid your whole life.” She stooped down and brushed her fingers through his hair.

“I’m trying to not be, Momma.”

“I know you feel awful right now. Once before? I was kidnapped too. I was taken to a faraway place, covered in ice, and locked in a tent with no way out. Darguni was only about six months old. I was scared, tired and I desperately wanted my husband and baby. But I didn’t give up. I was smart and resourceful. Yes, it was painful. Yes, it was disgusting and awful. But you have to keep your head on in those situations. I’ll teach you how. I’ll teach all three of you how. Besides, I saved Zelinnia. Even when captured myself, I still managed to save someone else. You can do great things too, my little love.”

“You think so?”

“Sweetheart, you have a capacity that is far beyond anything you can imagine. It’s the same for all three of you.” She brushed the hair back on all three faces. “I will teach you. You see how well Lydia can run now. I’ll help lead you down the path of the just.”

The three of them wrapped their arms around her at the same time and she laughed as she fell on her ass.

“Alright, come on, get off of me. I’ll hurt you, don’t think I won’t.” She warned.

They giggled as they climbed off of her.

“We love you, Momma.” They both cried at once.

“Um…” Lydia put her hands behind escort levent her back and dug the toe of her shoe in the dirt. “Can I love you too?”

Elunara stroked the child’s hair. “You can do anything you want, Darling. Don’t ever let anyone tell you different.”

Lydia leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “I love you.” She whispered, before turning and running after the boys. She stumbled, and Darguni caught her. She blushed up at him.

“Well, they’re well on their way.” Elunara laughed.

“My body swells with emotion every time I am near her.” Charnak murmured.

Jordan smacked him on the shoulder. “Welcome to the club, buddy.”

“Elunara tends to cause that kind of a reaction.” Grogek grinned. “Welcome to the fold, for we are legion. So long as she wishes to call you as such.”

Elunara stood up and wiped her butt off. She straightened her spine and marched over. “We have not finished our discussion.” She turned and walked away.

He scrambled to keep up with her, as Jordan and Grogek grinned at each other.

“I just wonder if we’re going to have to make room in the house.” Jordan snirked.

“He could have not found a better way into her heart.”

“Or ours, for that matter.” Jordan snorted.

“Yes, saving one of our children is the best way to do it. I wonder if it was a true leap of heroism, or if this fell in his lap and he took it.” Grogek tapped his foot.

“Elunara will out all lies.”

“Only she will know how to fit him in.” Grogek stretched his back out. “Though it would be nice to have another helping to train our men.”

Jordan snorted. “He’s got an army to worry about.”

“You know, I’ve been very angry with you.” She rounded on him the moment they stepped through the barrier. “I am the one in charge.” She shoved a finger into his chest. “I call the shots, I’m the one who’s on top of things. I am the one who dominates, who tells YOU what to do. You don’t do as I say, I get EXTREMELY pissed off.” She jabbed him several times. “If I tell you NO, then you LISTEN to ME.”

“Yes my goddess, forgive me… I… I should not have…”

She laid her hand on his chest and stood on her toes. “I want to be the one who says what stays and what goes.” She got close to his face. “I want to be the one to do something first.” She stared at his mouth. She dropped back down on to her feet. “You saved my son today. If you did it by accident, or if you set out to do something to impress me, you have.” She put both hands on the sides of his face. “I am grateful. She went back on her toes and brushed her mouth against his.

He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers. His hands came around her hips, and he slid his hands upwards. He was slow and methodical; savoring this moment on the off chance she changed her mind. He would have this one moment of beauty to himself. He spoke to her in his own language.

She laughed and ran a finger along his lower lip. “Usually when Grogek says that, I tease him for going sentimental on me.” It was a cruel slap, but one she had to know his response to.

“It’s fascinating how much like my brother I truly am.” He murmured, forehead pressed to hers, as he ran his hands up and down her back and ass. “When I found out my brother had been captured by… off worlders, I thought he had gone soft and worthless. If he could not free himself from your clutches, he was as good as dead to me. Who would have thought that I would come here to slay him, and find a great warrior goddess instead?”

She laughed. “Is that so?”

He brushed his hands down her arms. “Now I find myself envious of him and all that he has. I want you in my bed, and I want to make love to you. I want you to teach me all that you claim I lack.”

“I’ve shared my bed with hundreds of men. And I’ll share my body again with hundreds more. Can you handle that? Can you look them in the face and know that they are mere amusements to me? Can you be one escort bayan bodrum of my champions without using it against my toys?”

“I will do anything to please my goddess.” He breathed.

“You must understand that I need them. I feed off of them. No matter how much you try to give me, I will always crave more. If you discourage even a single one…”

“No, my goddess. Never. Grogek is always your number one; Jordan is always your number two. I will never take their place. All I beg for… is a small section.”

“Fine then, I will allow it.”

He grabbed her up by the waist and spun her around. “I’ll never make you regret it.”

She laughed softly. “Put me down, dippy. We must walk into camp with dignity.”

He sat her on the ground. “Dippy?”

“Eh, I find pet names for my Champions. She lowered her voice. “Grogek is Sugarbear, and Jordan is Sugar. Tulani is Sweetness.”

“I look forward to it.” He grinned. He led her through the camp and allowed her to inspect the troops. The camp was coming along nicely. She offered her opinions.

“I should come back, update my books.” She tapped her finger on her chin.

He gestured to his hut.

She ran her fingers under his chin before stepping into the hut. He closed the door behind him and he cupped the back of her head and pressed his mouth to hers. She ran her hands up his arms.

“I am eager to make love to you, my beautiful goddess.”

“Yes, but this time, we do it my way.” She growled with a grin.

He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. Yes, her way was MUCH better. She propped herself up on her elbow and traced circles on his chest.

“Yes, I do choose well in my Champions.” She kissed his chest.

He brought his hand up and stroked it down her hair. “My goddess…” He whispered.

“I have a task for you.”

“Anything.”

“To the south of here, there are some ogres taking up a ruin. They offend me. Be rid of them. I warn you, they have tapped into magic and are quite formidable.”

“We will bring them down for you.” He brushed his fingers across her cheek. “Perhaps you could ride into battle with us?”

“Not this time. I have much to attend. If you faire well this time, perhaps the next task I will stand at your side.” She kissed his chest again. “Perhaps even fight.”

“I would give anything to see you in a battle.” He breathed.

She stretched her back. “Another time. I must be off.”

He sat up. “Can you not spend the night?”

She brushed her fingers under his chin. “No. Especially not tonight, I have to tend to my children.”

“Forgive me, I had forgotten.”

She brushed her lips against his. “It’s fine.”

He cupped the back of her head and pulled her in for more. When she finally pushed him back, he sighed. “I so wish to have you wake up by my side, so that we could make love in the early morning hours.”

She sighed and shook her head. “First you wish to worship me, then you wish to enter me, then you wish for kisses… do you ever stop with your wishes?” She ran her fingers under his chin. “Another time, lover. Get your rest, you have ogres to kill.”

She jogged all the way home, cursing the lateness of the hour. She bolted into the house and into the boy’s bedroom. Darguni was bouncing up and down in his bed, but Bradly was sitting quietly in his, staring at the pictures on the wall. Darguni stopped bouncing when she walked in.

She slid into Bradly’s bed and wrapped her arm around him. “Doing Ok?”

“You were gone forever.” He said quietly.

“I’m sorry, I was attending to some business and it just ran later than I wanted.”

He laid his head against her chest. “She almost got me.” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry, my love. I wish I could have been the one to save you again, but I’m glad you were saved before I could get there.” She put a hand under his chin. “I would be crushed if anything happened to you. I would have gone to Stormwind escort fulya and torn the entire city to rubble just to find you.”

“Really?”

“Varian himself would have been afraid of my anger.”

Darguni hopped into Bradly’s bed. “Yeah! Momma would have saved you in the end!”

“No matter what it takes.” She kissed the top of his head. “Now, come on you two, lights out.”

“Yes, Momma.” They said in unison. They got under their blankets and waited for their kisses before closing their eyes.

“I’m closing your doors, and you better not open them unless it’s an emergency.”

“Yes, Momma.”

She blew the lights out and closed the first door, before walking upstairs and heading out that one. She closed it behind her and walked to her bedroom.

Jordan and Grogek were playing cards on the bed, while Tulani sat at her desk, sewing.

“Don’t your fingers ever get tired?’ She eyed Tulani.

“Do yours?” She grinned.

“Ok, I deserved that one.”

“So, did you invite him into the family yet?” Jordan pulled a card from the pile and hissed.

“Ugh, no. He is NOT part of the family.” She sighed. “He saved Bradly, this much is true. He’s earned my gratitude and my affection, but he’s not family… he’s more like a pet.”

“Savage is a pet, and he is family.” Grogek commented. He tossed down his hand. “HAH! Top that.”

Jordan smacked his forehead. “DAMN, I was so close.” He tossed down his cards.

She bent down and scratched Savage’s belly.

“I win the pot.” Grogek grinned.

Jordan snorted. “You always win the damned pot.”

“What were you betting?” She frowned.

“Your ass.” Grogek grinned.

She stopped and stared for the longest time before bursting into laughter. “You guys are awful.” She strolled over to the bed.

Without warning, Jordan grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down. She fell forward with an “oof” and sent the cards scattering. She was laid across the bed. One man’s hands went for her slick wet folds; the other went to playing with her asshole. She groaned.

“And I get the best seat in the house.” Tulani grinned.

Elunara pulled up one knee on to the bed to allow them easier access. She gripped the edge of the bed with her hands and panted into the bed cover. Despite what they said, Grogek’s fingers were buried into her pussy, and it was Jordan’s finger that explored her ass. She shuddered and shook against them.

Jordan slid off the bed in front of her and tugged out his dick. She wrapped her lips around him, and adjusting her neck, let him fuck her mouth. He put his hands on her back and shoulders.

Grogek spread her pussy lips out and grinned at Tulani. “Want a lick before I go?”

She waved him off. “Not tonight. Thank you, though.”

He shrugged and got into position before shoving himself into her tight wetness. He groaned, grabbing her hips as he began to thrust in and out of her. The motion made her pump against Jordan. He groaned and shivered. He came directly in to her throat, and she swallowed him down. Grogek shivered and filled her up. He pulled himself free and tugged her upwards. Once she was standing against him, he pressed himself into her ass. She arched against him and groaned.

Jordan grinned. “Gee, this looks familiar.”

Grogek grinned as he gripped Elunara’s arms. “Yeah, except this time I don’t have to tell you what to do.”

“It was more of a permission thing at the time.” Jordan buried himself into her soft wet center.

He cupped and played with her breasts as he shoved himself in and out of her. He teased and taunted the nipples, before leaning down and sucking on them. In one hand she gripped Grogek’s arm, in the other she held Jordan’s. She gasped in pleasure. She shifted her head and shoulders and kissed Grogek, mating her mouth with his. Jordan pulled on her chin and brought her mouth to his own. In one hand he held her breast, in the other her hip. Grogek mimicked the position. They both exploded inside of her near the same time.

She groaned and leaned back. “I do love when you tag team me.”

Jordan snorted. “Wouldn’t that require us to switch out?”

With a roll of her eyes, she sighed. “Double team? Is that better?”

Grogek licked her neck. “That would be the more accurate term.”

“Ugh to both of you.”

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It appeared as if Gloria was going to stay the night with Steve and Angel. Having two extremely sexy women wanting you; should have been every red-blooded man’s dream. However Gloria was the 26th Century’s Queen of Sex, and she had almost killed him the last time they had made love. Which had only been a few hours ago, there was no way Steve wanted to be the meat in their sandwich tonight.

The truly scary thing was that Gloria could enflame him at will, using her futuristic potency drugs. However he dreaded to think what long-term damage these drugs would do to his body, and wanted to avoid finding out. He had just finished his rabbit stew; which he had wolfed down to try and satisfy the ravenous hunger caused by the aforementioned drugs.

It was ironic that he had just castrated and crucified a man to save a rabbits life, and was then offered a rabbit stew for his supper. You don’t have to be insane to get through life but it doe’s help, he thought to himself, as he tried to think of a way out of this situation.

‘Alison! I have to go and see Alison’ he cried in relief.

‘Who the is Alison?’ asked Gloria.

‘Alison is Steve’s 20th Century woman, he is trying to get her pregnant,’ explained Angel helpfully.

‘Yes Gloria, I have promised to try and get her pregnant and this is the best night to try. I’m sure an expert like yourself knows all about women’s cycles etc,’ he said more in hope than anticipation.

He was fortunate that Gloria was incapable of interfering in the process of getting a British woman pregnant. It was her main purpose in life, and she would never deny another woman the chance.

‘Ok Steve, Angel and I will allow this Alison to join us in bed with you,’ she said magnanimously.

‘Oh for fucks sake Angel, please explain to your mother the taboos of this century. I’ll see you tomorrow’. Discretion being the better part of valour, he jumped out leaving them to sort it out between them.

Steve had left Alison in order to find her missing children. He had discovered that the children were just bait in a trap for him and his QT device. The children had apparently never been in any danger, and had made their way back to the Orphanage safely.

Steve could have jumped back in time to meet Alison mere seconds after he had left her, but he was realising the difference between Linear Time and Biological time. In order to achieve any logical continuity he had to stick to his biological time reference, or he would get himself in a right temporal muddle.

Consequently as it had been almost two days since he had last seen her, he had to make a spatial jump to the Orphanage without any temporal factor. He had left Alison after making love to her in the country, outside the town in which the Orphanage was situated. It was nighttime in Thailand, when he materialised in the Orphanage.

Alison was on duty and patrolling the premises, when she saw him approaching her.

‘Hello Stranger,’ she said beaming her brilliant smile at her lover. Steve hugged her to him and kissed her lovingly.

‘Sorry I had to whiz off darling but it was an emergency,’ he said. She took him into the kitchen and made him a cup of tea, while he brought her up to date on Angel and her mother Gloria.

Steve had wrestled with his conscience, concerning whether he should tell Alison about his sexual experiences with Gloria. In the end it was more pragmatism than honesty; that made him tell her everything that had happened without editing out the sexual bits. Steve knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Angel would tell Alison all about him fucking Gloria.

Not in any vindictive or troublemaking way, but simply because to Angel’s mind it was of no more importance than telling Alison about the rabbit stew he had eaten for his supper.

‘Wow Steve, this takes a bit of absorption. I know you are fucking Angel, which I have no right to complain about as I came along much later. But I really don’t know what to think about you fucking Angel’s mother. How old is she for fuck’s sake?’ said Alison

Steve knew he was in Deep Shit here, and decided the only way to show Alison his side of the story, was to introduce her to Gloria. Without further ado, he jumped them both back to his house. As he had only been gone ten minutes, Angel and Gloria were still in the kitchen chatting. Angel showed no surprise, when a frowning Alison appeared out of the air.

Gloria was still getting used to people popping in and out of thin air, and jumped in surprise when they materialised.

‘Hello Ali,’ said an unperturbed Angel giving her a big hug and a kiss. ‘Glad you could join us; I would like to introduce my Mother. Dr. Alison Fairweather, please meet Lady Gloria Black, First Handmaiden to the King.’

Although Angel and Gloria had gone to the future to change their clothes Angel had chosen to wear jeans and tee shirt, and had suggested that Gloria do the same. She explained that it would help them blend in with the 20th Century. escort cihangir Gloria cavilled at this, preferring to wear one of her spray on cat suits.

It was only when Angel pointed out the difficulty of fucking whilst wearing a cat suit compared to a pair of jeans, that Gloria saw reason and capitulated to her daughters suggestion. Consequently Alison first saw Gloria in casual wear, leaning against the cooker eating a slice of toast. She was shorter than Alison, and if truth were said a bit plumper. She had a beautiful face with brilliant green eyes, framed by shoulder length auburn hair.

‘Pleased to meet you Alison, I can call you Alison? Angel tells me that you are lovers,’ said Gloria ‘ I can see why my daughter is interested in you, you are a very beautiful woman.’ Alison blushed under Gloria’s admiring gaze and grabbed hold of Steve’s arm for protection. Although if asked she couldn’t say what it was that she felt she needed protecting from.

This little woman seemed to radiate Sex in palpable waves; that filled the kitchen and resonated in Alison’s groin.

‘You are hereby forgiven Steve,’ she whispered. ‘ I don’t know what it is about Gloria, but I want to have sex with her and I’ve only just met her.’

‘And that’s at a distance,’ he replied ‘ for fucks sake don’t let her touch you with her nails or you’ll be well and truly fucked. I know, I have the tee shirt.’

‘Mother behave yourself in company, Ali is family and I love her. Turn off the sub-harmonics and be good,’ scolded Angel smiling at her mother.

‘You spoil all my fun Angela, I was only playing’ said Gloria pouting prettily. Suddenly it was as if Alison had emerged from a spell, and Gloria became just a very attractive woman, instead of a Sexual siren.

‘Please forgive Mother Ali, she is genetically designed for Sex and Procreation, and has the unofficial title of “Queen of Sex” in our time.’

‘Thank you daughter, I can speak for myself,’ interrupted Gloria.

‘I do apologise Alison, I sometimes forget myself when I find myself surrounded by attractive people. As Steve has warned you I am fitted with Injectors under my nails that can dispense sexual enhancers. Also if I hum a certain song, it acts as a sub-harmonic stimulant which basically means that every one within range gets horny.’

‘Now we have been properly introduced Alison, is there any chance of Sex please? Angel has explained to me that Steve is wary of Sexual drugs and I’m to stop using them on him. I don’t think that’s fair at all, how can I possibly compete with you two beautiful young girls without my secret tricks?’

Steve jumped in with the reminder to Alison, that this was only Gloria being 26th Century polite, and Alison could simply decline without causing offence. Alison however was a bit pissed off at Steve over his dalliance with Gloria and thought she would pay him back for that.

‘Nonsense Steve, it would be rude of me to refuse such a compliment. I would be only to happy to relax with the girls while you get some well earned rest in the spare bedroom. I assume you can get me back to the Orphanage in your customary ten seconds,’ said Alison smiling at a stunned Steve.

Like most drug induced highs Steve’s had run it’s course and he was now feeling exhausted. He honestly hadn’t planned on having sex with Alison tonight, he had hoped for a cuddle and a sleep. This arrangement although surprising in the extreme suited him fine, and with kisses all round he staggered up the stairs to bed.

When Steve was out of earshot, Angel and Gloria sat down with Alison and told her of their plan to reward Steve for saving Gloria’s life.

‘The silly man thought I would be happy to just cook him a meal,’ snorted Gloria. ‘ We Aristocrats pay our debts fully and with interest, and he is going to be rewarded whether he likes it or not.’

Alison listened with wonder, as the girls spelled out their plan for Steve. As far as she could understand it, he couldn’t ask for a better reward than the one planned for him by these two women.

‘Was your offer of Sex just a ploy to get him out of the way?’ asked Alison slightly disappointedly.

‘Good lord No my dear young girl, I would really like to get to know you better,’ said Gloria. ‘ How better to get to know someone than by enjoying each other in bed?’

‘Can I just ask if it isn’t a taboo subject, how old are you Gloria?’ asked Alison curiously. Gloria smiled at the girl’s impertinence, and leaning over whispered into Alison’s ear.

‘Oh you lucky bitch, how the fuck can you look so fucking gorgeous?’ exclaimed Alison in shock and envy.

‘It’s all in the Genes dear girl, all in the Genes,’ replied Gloria proudly.

Giggling together they all went upstairs to the main bedroom. Angel knew that despite her words, Alison was still very nervous about making love to women. She also knew what to do about this. While Gloria was unconcernedly undressing escort bodrum by the bed, Angel told Alison to stand still while she undressed her.

Alison was happy to stand there as Angel removed her blouse and skirt, followed by her bra and knickers until she was standing naked in front of Gloria.

‘Don’t move Ali while I get undressed ordered Angel. She kissed Ali lightly on the mouth, whilst slapping her naked bottom in warning of what she would do if Alison dared to move. Angel was a dominant personality, and knew that Alison needed to be dominated, in order to allow her to really enjoy lesbian sex.

Alison felt safe with Angel; she envied her total confidence in herself and knew that it was based on solid fact. She had learned that Angel possessed frightening weapons built into her. Also she was armoured with an invisible sub-dermal mesh; that could stop a knife or a bullet from piercing her body.

‘OH MY GOD Angel! Alison is so hairy, I have never seen so much pubic hair in my life’ exclaimed Gloria, in surprise at her first sight of a naked 20th Century woman. Gloria walked over to a blushing Alison, and examined her body closely.

‘Don’t worry dear I won’t hurt you, I’m just fascinated by all this hair.

Look you’ve even got hair under your arms, and there is a fine covering all over your body. What on earth do you need all this hair for?’

Alison looked to Angel for help.

‘She might be a hairy little minx Mother but I can vouch for the fact that she fucks like a rabbit. She has made me beg for mercy before now,’ said Angel, putting her naked arms around Alison and cupping her breasts.

‘She’s also got nice firm tits and a tight little bum as well’ continued Angel, nibbling Alison’s neck and slipping a possessive hand between her legs to rub her to wetness. Gloria was brushing her fingers lightly over Alison’s breasts, to feel the light downy hair that covered her body.

‘Please Gloria you’re embarrassing me,’ pleaded Alison feeling as if she was a hairy gorilla, compared to the smooth porcelain skin of the 26th Century women.

‘Shhhh Ali darling, I just want to touch you’ whispered Gloria, and holding Alison’s head in her hands kissed her deeply on her mouth. With Angel’s fingers working inside her labia, and Gloria’s tongue working inside her mouth, Alison was brought to a surprised orgasm as she was sandwiched between their naked bodies.

Gloria was unfortunate enough to be within reach of Alison’s teeth, and yelled in pain as Alison bit her hard on her neck in passion.

‘Ow you little fucker, that hurt,’ she complained rubbing her neck.

‘Sorry Gloria, when I bite Angel she doesn’t complain, do you my sexy Amazon?’ she purred. Alison began rubbing her now wet pubes onto Angel’s fingers to drive them deeper into her body.

‘I should think not, the amount of credit it cost her to have herself armoured’ grumbled Gloria, looking around for a mirror to inspect the damage.

‘Don’t worry mum, its just a love bite, and I assume you have had more than your fair share of those in your life’ said Angel. Angel patted Alison on her naked bottom, and told her to go and kneel on the bed.

‘As you have hurt Gloria it is only fair that you lick her to orgasm, whilst I play with you,’ said Angel to Alison, as Gloria lay on her back on the bed and opened her legs. Alison knelt between Gloria’s legs and had a perfect view of a totally hairless vagina.

Alison was happy to lick Gloria, and opening her labia with her fingers proceed to do so with enthusiasm. Gloria was so pleased and relaxed by this; that she unconsciously began to hum her little tune to herself. This was something she always did during sex, and it had become a part of her seduction of a new lover.

The sub-harmonics filled the room, enhancing their already excited sexual organs and bringing them all close to orgasm. Alison stopped licking Gloria long enough to gasp ‘what are you doing back there Angel, you’re going to make me come again.’

‘I’m rubbing my nipples over your bottom, if you must know Miss Nosy. Just concentrate on licking my Mother and allow me to play with your arse,’ replied Angel running her nipple between the cheeks of Alison’s bottom.

As she had warned Angel, the feeling of nipples brushing against her naked bottom caused Alison to orgasm again, splashing Angel with her juices. Angel smiled her wicked smile, as she allowed Alison’s juices to flow into her cupped hand.

Crawling up to Alison’s head she grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her mouth away from Gloria’s vagina. Alison opened her mouth to ask what was going on, Angel put her hand that was full of Alison’s cunt juice over her open mouth, and ordered her to drink it all up and lick her hand clean afterwards.

When she had complied, Alison thought to ask what it was that she had just drunk.

‘It was your own cunt juice you oversexed bitch,’ replied Angel rubbing the remnant of Alison’s escort etiler juices over her face.

‘Oh you dirty Bitch, I’ll get you for that don’t you fret,’ promised Alison as Angel pushed her face back onto Gloria’s wet cunt.

‘Threaten me will you?’ growled Angel now fully aroused, and lowering her head to Alison’s bottom, she bit her arse cheek leaving a set of indentations like a brand.

‘You’re my bitch Ali, and don’t you forget it or there will be spankings over my knee’ she threatened, fingering Alison’s wet cunt again until once more she orgasmed.

As Alison orgasmed for the third time, Gloria chose that moment to have her first one, and holding Alison’s head tightly to her groin by her hair came over Alison’s face. If Gloria’s humming caused such a sexual reaction in those around her, then her howl of orgasmic passion was guaranteed to push those close to orgasm well over the edge. Angel doubled over, as her orgasm smashed into her unexpectedly.

‘Oh you fucking cunt Mother,’ she gasped as waves of pleasure ran through her body. ‘I was trying to hold out a bit longer before I came.’

Gloria just smiled and asked Alison to 69 her. ‘ I want a good close look at your hairy cunt dear,’ she explained as Alison positioned herself as requested.

‘No Alison, you have already licked her now its my turn said Angel, repositioning Alison so she was still squatting over Gloria’s face, but now had her head between Angels legs.

‘Knock yourself out Mother,’ said Angel. ‘ Lick my cunt Bitch,’ she ordered Alison.

Whilst Alison was licking Angel, Gloria was running her fingers though Alison’s pubic hair. She was enthralled at its thickness, and felt the need to rub her face in it. She breathed in Alison’s musky smell, and relished the taste of her juices on her tongue.

Gloria had fucked lots of women in her long life, but this hairy cunt was a first, and she wanted to be able to remember this for a long time. She had honestly forgotten that she was still humming her tune; when Alison coming into her mouth and over her face reminded her of it;

‘You sexy fucker’ she spluttered, rubbing her eyes where Alison’s juices had splashed. Angel had been concentrating on the feel of Alison’s tongue on her labia, and was nearing her own orgasm.

She was very pleased that despite having a sub-dermal armoured mesh all over her body, she could still feel something as light and titillating as a woman’s tongue on her most private of places. Thinking of Alison licking her pushed her into her second orgasm. This was a gentler one, and she moaned with pleasure as she felt her own love juices flowing out of her vagina and over her lovers face. As all the girls had now orgasmed, some more than once, they snuggled up to each other and went to sleep.

The next morning Steve woke up feeling more like his old self, he staggered towards the shower but was stopped by three naked women.

‘Oh no you don’t mister,’ said Angel, ‘ Gloria wants us all to share a shower and your primitive plastic box isn’t big enough. We are all going to go to my place where we can have a proper shower and breakfast together.’

Angel had already packed his clothes and sword, so the next thing he knew he was being thrown bodily into Angel’s pool in her apartment in 26th Century London. With squeals of delight the girls jumped in after him, and the soaping and fun began.

Alison was really enjoying herself; she had already formed a bond with Angel, and looked upon her as a friend and protector. She found herself really attracted to Gloria, so much so that she had to be reassured that there were no sexual tricks involved. Alison had never thought she would ever make love to a woman, but Angel had shown her how liberating it could be.

Alison had to admit that the dangerous aura that surrounded Angel, contributed to her desire for her. She was attracted to Gloria in quite a different way. Gloria was, despite her rampant sexuality, a Mother figure. Now Alison knew her true age she simply couldn’t be jealous of her.

Gloria exuded love and comfort, as well as sheer sexuality. Alison could totally relax in her arms, and enjoy the feeling of being loved by a woman. It was Gloria who left the pool first, claiming that she had to cook the breakfast. While she was gone, Alison and Steve played under the artificial waterfall that served as Angels shower. Angel had gone into her bedroom to programme her spray booth, for when she eventually decided to get dressed.

‘I love you Dr. Fairweather,’ said Steve kissing her lovingly.

‘I love you Dr. Snip,’ she replied rubbing her naked body against his.

‘Oh no Ali, Dr. Snip isn’t here, only ordinary old Steven Steele. I’m beginning to think I suffer from a split personality lately,’ he confided. ‘When I’m with you I am Steve, ex-para, ex-cop all round good guy. However of late when I am on a mission I become Dr. Snip psychopath and murderer. Perhaps its just my mind trying to distance itself from what Snip doe’s, but I have noticed it and it seems to work for me.’

‘We all have Dark sides Steve, if anyone tried to hurt my children I don’t know what I would do. Until I am tested I can’t judge you and I won’t.’

‘Come on kid’s stop fucking about and get your breakfast,’ yelled Gloria from the kitchen.

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