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9 — Trial by mob

Rennia was strung up in full view of the village square in Kibblestadt. A horrendously thick rope held her up. Her hands were tied together with a shorter string, her feet bound. Even her toes were tied together. Her mouth was gagged. What wasn’t touched, however, was her cock, which hung in its shortened form, twitching slightly in the cold.

The air was sharp. The full moon had come to watch her trial by mob justice unfold. Two very different crowds were forming–civilians and wandering travelers on one side, guards and adventurers on the other. She was framed in the center, a public spectacle.

Oh god, what am I going to do?

Nothing, of course. She was at their mercy.

The villagers circled. A clergyman stood at the front, holding a book in one hand and a whip in the other. Beside him was the village governor, Lord Baldeus.

The clergyman pointed at her. “This… deviancy… is unnatural. It does not belong in our kingdom, in our nation-state.”

Agreement rippled through the crowd. Nods. Murmurs. Faint grunts.

He threw the whip at her.

THWIP!

Then pulled it back, just before it hit. She flinched. But she couldn’t move at all.

“Priest Galvern, please stop this madness. Whatever ails her is the result of some accident. We should not make assumptions without a proper investigation,” Baldeus said, sweat glistening on his brow. She didn’t care much for the man. She didn’t understand why he cared for her. But her mother was close to that corrupt cunt. It rubbed her the wrong way to see him defending her.

“That’s right!” Saelyn shouted, her elven ears twitching. She shrank back as everyone turned to look at her. Then she tried to disappear behind a clearly pissed-off Captain Ysara.

Ysara stepped forward. “I hate to say it, but yes, futanarism is a completely natural and magical phenomenon. We are not the Inquisition. Who are we to judge her?”

“Wrong. It’s a sign of infernal influence. The seedling remnants of the dead Devil Queen. We will not tolerate it in this town,” the clergyman snapped.

A villager pointed at Captain Ysara. “Lady, she came on your face. That’s pure fucking evil.”

Ysara bared her teeth and rattled her saber. “If you don’t shut the fuck up–“

A fellow guardsman held her back.

Lyanna stepped forward. Shivering. Shaking. She looked pale–so pale, sickly even. Rennia couldn’t help but feel bad for her. None of this would’ve happened if she’d just–

“It was an apple! A black apple, An eve’s apple,” Lyanna cried out. “We ate from the orchard while collecting. It was a job. That’s all. She had a weird reaction. I ate it too. But it wasn’t some evil thing. I think we all need to calm down.”

Another villager shouted, “She went with her! I saw it. What if she has one too? String her up butt naked!”

The villagers roared. The square lit up with madness.

Rennia’s eyes flared with confusion. Then she felt it–crack–a whip lashed her ass. Her cock flopped awkwardly as the pain shot through her. The crowd gasped. Someone snorted. Then laughter.

Another lash.

Her cock wiggled again. It started to rise. Some fucked-up part of her was aroused by it. Out of place. Unwanted. But her body didn’t care.

They were laughing at her.

Lyanna trembled, gripping her staff. Ysara held her back, whispering something. “She’s not a monster. Let her go!” Lyanna screamed.

A few guards dragged Lyanna behind the crowd, out of sight.

Rennia was alone.

Saelyn came closer. She raised her hand, signaling something. A sign. She was leaving. Going to get someone. She’d be quick. The elf darted off, blitzing through the crowd. Her eyes lingered, and her head did turn, locked on Rennia’s cock.

The clergyman stepped forward again. “This cannot be allowed to spread. Send her away or exile her.”

Baldeus shoved the man. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Screams echoed from the distance. Rennia’s blood was boiling. The pain didn’t even register anymore. She knew that scream. It was Lyanna’s.

Maybe none of this would’ve happened if she hadn’t chased after Eldric.

Tears slipped down her face. She stared at the moon.

This wasn’t how she wanted to end her day. Or her life.

The cobblestones trembled. The crowd grew quiet. Guards shifted on their feet. Something was coming.

A woman stood at the edge of town.

Tall. Armored. Holding a shield bearing the old dragon crest. Rennia recognized it instantly. It had hung in their living room. A relic of a war long past.

Her mother stood there, slamming her sword against the shield. Once. Twice.

A warning.

The crowd parted.

Whispers flew.

“Shieldmaiden.”

“Heroine.”

“Devilsbane.”

Rennia didn’t understand a fucking thing. Just that her mother had been an adventurer once, in a diffrent lifetime.

Ysara stepped up, blocking the path. Her hands trembled. Guards followed, but half had already sheathed their weapons, turning away.

Her mother walked past them, escort beşiktaş silent. She stopped in front of Baldeus.

“That’s enough. I want my daughter down.”

“B-but Lady Ilna… the village rules dictate–“

“Now. Or this whole village will know what you do in the baron’s barns. You didn’t stammer when you were fucked–“

“Stop!” Baldeus shouted. “Unhand her. Straight away.”

Gasps. Glares. Nothing said. But everything understood.

Her mother pointed at the clergyman. “I want this one in jail for the night. And that whip used on him.”

The clergyman bolted down the street. He didn’t dare question her authority or notoriety, but the guards didn’t chase.

“Lady Ilna, I mean no offense, but rules exist for a reason,” someone muttered.

“And innocence comes before guilt,” her mother snapped. “Unhand my daughter. Or I will lose it.”

Ysara protested. She wanted a fair trial, not a mob spectacle. But her hands were tied–between appeasing the religious, the guilds, the law.

The ropes were cut.

Rennia fell. Ysara caught her.

Someone threw a thick cloak over her body. She didn’t cry. She couldn’t. She was hollow.

“Come, Rennie. You can walk, can’t you?”

She nodded and stood, following her mother through the dark. Her mother didn’t speak. Her face was a frown carved from stone. She’d taken up the shield again. That wasn’t normal, she hated everything about fighting.

So much had happened. So much will.

But she knew better than to speak. She just kept walking.

When she got home, she was going to cry.

And cry.

And cry.

10– All Birds, no bees here.

Change Vote

Rennia’s head hurt, and her throat was hoarse. She’d had a hell of a night, probably caught a flu out there in the orchard. There were little treant monsters, and delicious golden apples, and Lyanna–Lyanna…

Oh no.

She struggled to open her eyes. She blinked hard. Coughed. Something thick came loose in her throat, a clot of slime. She was in her bed. She didn’t remember getting to her bed.

Oh.

And–how could she have forgotten? How could she have forgotten the bullshit, the pain and misery she went through? How could she forget any of it?

She closed her eyes. Tried to center herself. Something was wrong with her class.

Main class: [Pathfinder Level 1]

Unique subclass: [Maiden of Eros Level 1]

“What the fuck!”

Her class was gutted. Gone with the wind. She didn’t wait to question it. She wasn’t a [Hayseed Jack] anymore, she could feel it in her bones. But… her levels! She had just leveled up. Wait. Worse news was coming.

Rennia sprang out of bed and rushed to the mirror. Something was off. Her tits looked different. Slightly bigger, just enough to throw her proportions off. Her hips too–wider, heavier, more pronounced. She rubbed her ass, still sore from the whipping she’d taken.

She swallowed and stripped. Her panties slid off her ass. There it was. Almost tucked in, small, but stiff enough to bounce and wiggle.

A cock. She had a cock. And it was likely permanent.

Her hand covered her face. She’d have to live with this. This fucked curse. Her fingers slid down past it, brushing the familiar wet heat between her legs. Her pussy was still there. Her baby-maker. Her fuckhole. Still intact. There might be hope. But she needed to get rid of this curse sooner rather than later.

There was noise downstairs. The sun was barely above the horizon, pale blue and lavender hues soaking the rooftops of Kibblestadt. She peeked out the window–no villagers, but a retinue of guards stood posted near her home.

One of them turned, caught her gaze, then turned back as if she didn’t exist.

She closed the curtain and dressed. Walked to her door. Froze.

Someone was moving around outside. Boxes shifting. Bags. Something heavy being dragged. Her gut sank. She didn’t want to deal with her mother. But she had to. She had to explain herself.

“Rennia!” her mother called out. “Renny! I know you’re awake. Get in here now!”

Her voice–stern, too sharp for this early in the morning. It had been years since Rennia had been yelled at like this. She was too old for scolding. Her mom sounded… distressed. And she didn’t know how to deal with it.

Rennia opened the door. Her stomach dropped.

Boxes. Stacked high. Kitchenware. Personal items. Her mother wasn’t even looking at her. Just folding, packing, organizing with brutal efficiency.

“Mom… what the fuck are you doing?”

Ilna Perillion smiled. Not kindly. Not warmly. It was the smile of someone who had already made peace with doing something awful.

“Packing. We can’t stay here. They’ll be here soon.”

Rennia felt like tearing her hair out. “They? Who the fuck are they?”

“Language, Renny!” her mother snapped. Rennia flinched. Just because the world had flipped didn’t mean she got a free pass to act feral.

“Listen. We need to leave. We can’t stay anymore.”

“But… we can’t escort nişantaşı just go. I have friends. People here know me. I have obligations at the guild. I–“

Her mother cut her off. “Shut up, Rennia, and listen. Your little friend is being sent away. And rightfully so. The Inquisition will be on her like fleas. Best you say your goodbyes.”

“What? Why? She didn’t do anything wrong. Who’s sending her away? Who–“

“Because you fucked her, Rennia. Fucked her raw and silly. Her parents are shipping her off. Who else?”

“I… I didn’t–“

“Everyone knows. Edric ran screaming into town, telling the whole story. I always knew you and your friend did little things when I wasn’t looking. But this? I never imagined it’d be like this. Not this early. Still… I don’t blame you.”

Rennia grabbed something from a nearby box and hurled it across the room.

“Who the fuck are you? You don’t talk like my mother.”

Ilna Perillion looked sternly at Rennia, almost angered. It frightened her.

“I told you to calm down!”

Ilna stood up, stepped forward, and slapped her across the face. Hard. Rennia flew back, crashing to the floor. Her mother’s strength was monstrous. She was a former adventurer, after all–not that Rennia knew she was that powerful.

Rennia cupped her cheek. Tears welled up.

“Renny. I need you to act like an adult. Just this once.”

Ilna sighed.

“See, here’s the thing. I’m not your mother.”

The words hit like a hammer to the temple. Her world cracked. Her mother… wasn’t her mother? What kind of fucked-up joke–

“Let’s get to the point before you lose your mind. The world doesn’t care who you love. It cares what you are. Lyanna is as good as dead to you now.”

Rennia’s brain jumped to the Eve’s apple. The cursed thing she thought had done this. It didn’t add up.

“It wasn’t the Eve’s apple, was it?”

Her mother froze, then winced.

“No. It wasn’t the apple. It just… accelerated what was already coming.”

Rage flared in Rennia’s stomach. “Then what the fuck did this to me?! Why now? Why like this?”

“Do you even remember your father?”

Rennia’s eyes drifted back through time. Memories half-formed. Blurry men. None stood out. She shook her head.

“No. Why?”

“That wasn’t your father. That was my brother. Your uncle.”

Rennia reeled. The implications hit her like poison in her blood. Some freak genetic thing? Maybe. But that still didn’t explain why a cock had just sprouted like a damn branch out of nowhere.

“Wait. What the fuck are you saying?”

“Don’t jump to conclusions.”

Her heart pounded. It wasn’t over. There was more.

“Because I’m not your mother, Rennia. Not biologically. I didn’t bear you. Or your sisters.”

Rennia dropped to her knees. Trembling. Her world had turned inside-out. Ilna turned away, hands resting on her thighs.

Something shifted beneath her skirt.

Rennia choked.

She saw it. Clear as day.

“What… what are you?”

“A monster who tried to be a mother–I guess I still am. But your real mother died a long time ago. You’ll never see her again. Do you remember the woman with the big belly? The one you’d always stare at, confused?”

No. She didn’t remember. Nothing.

“That was your mother. She left after… after everything. She didn’t–I didn’t–“

Rennia shook her head.

“You could have told me years ago. Why now? Why do you have it too?!”

She pointed at the thing under her skirt.

“It’s a gift. From the Lady Eros. Our goddess.”

Rennia collapsed. Full sobs. Wetting herself as she curled into a ball. Rocking. Silent.

Then she went still.

Seconds passed. Her body twitched. Rage bloomed inside her. Edric. Lyanna. The shame. The guilt. The confusion. The pain.

She stood.

Then lunged.

Ilna didn’t hesitate. Her instincts kicked in. She caught Rennia mid-air and slammed her into the wall.

Hard.

Rennia collapsed again. Coughing blood.

“Who even are you?” she gasped.

Ilna knelt. Voice low. Strained.

“A failure. I lied. I tried to protect you. And now I’ve cursed you too.”

“More lies!” Rennia shouted.

“Yes.”

“I’m leaving for the capital,” her mother said flatly. “I need to check on your sister. Make sure none of this happens to her. I need a new place to lay low.”

Lay low? Lay low from what?

Ilna walked towards the edge of the doorway.

“I’m sending you away. To someone who can train you. My old master. Someone who won’t pity you. Someone who will teach you how to survive with your new ‘problem.'”

Rennia spat on the ground.

“I hate you.”

“Good,” Ilna said. “Hate me. Just don’t become me.”

This woman, if you could call her that–this stranger–had lied to her. Her whole life, Rennia knew she could never look at her the same again.

She was her mother, but she was not.

11 — Goodbyes

Rennia’s eyes were puffy. She had cried enough. The walls of her childhood were escort etiler crumbling to dust, and she wondered why her mother had made such an effort to send her sisters away — but kept her here, watching, and monitoring.

She needed to see Lyanna before she went. The mystery of her classes and skills could wait. She needed to get things off her chest. Rennia at least needed to confess.

She walked toward the storage room. Though the house was larger than most, there were far too many unused rooms now. It made her uneasy. She grabbed one of her mother’s swords from the armory compartment. The weight was familiar; she’d trained with these since an early age. This one was rustic, old, unused. Symbolism — that was all it was good for. But necessary, in case someone threw another rock at her.

She wasn’t taking any chances. Not after what the townsfolk had done.

The guards were still patrolling the street their home sat on. Called it “preemptive protection.” She saw surveillance. So many blanks her mother had never filled in, and she didn’t have the time or the energy to press for answers.

Out on the streets, she was greeted by the sounds of a town alive. The blacksmith hammering steel nail, shield and horse-shoe. The farmer wrangling his wandering flock — barking, growling, mooing. Tailors swarmed by giggling girls. Taverns and bars humming with old drunk rotten men. The inn’s steps busy, the adventurers’ guild wild with chatter, parties young and old seeking thrill and adventure.

She’d see none of it after today. Not here, at least.

Just like any normal day. If only.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Guard Captain Ysara passing a patrol. Unusually, she wore a helmet. Rennia looked down, averting her gaze. She was embarrassed — and thankful. She hadn’t meant to explode in Ysara’s mouth. Her body had just reacted. A spasm, a moan, a manic pull — and she’d collapsed to the ground.

A mistake she’d be paying for.

Ysara probably hated her. And yet, she’d kept her from being flogged all night. Rennia didn’t want to face her. She walked on, tight-lipped, two blocks away, heart pounding.

She came to a house attached to a brewery. The smell of alcohol hit her from afar. She stood in front of the door, wondering if the Kettens would drive a pitchfork into her, or try to strongarm her mother into some twisted version of conversion therapy.

She’d just had to be born in a traditionalist town. The capital wasn’t like these, there people like Lyanna–no, she needed to kill that thought, she was more than bisexual, she didn’t fit in here.

Rennia held her breath. And her heart. Then she knocked three times.

There was a long pause, then footsteps — heavy ones.

The door unlatched. A pudgy, round-faced woman stuck her head out and scowled.

“Rennia! You! You’re not welcome here. Not after how you corrupted my Lya.”

Rennia stood agape, concerned. She had nothing but respect for Ms. Ketten. This aggression felt like a family member driving a knife into her back. And if she thought, she had corrupted Lyanna, her mother was wholely out of touch.

“Didn’t you hear? Are you dull? She’s not coming. She’s packing. You’ll never see her again. I hope whatever god’s watching punishes you for your sickness. Now get lost!”

The door slammed in her face.

Rennia didn’t even have time to argue. She nodded to herself, then stepped away. She circled to the back of the building. Lyanna was an adult. They had no right to treat her like this.

Behind the house was a basement window, rusted iron bars keeping intruders out. Inside, she saw her Lya, surrounded by half-empty trunks, old clothes, and the staves she used to wield in the field. Lyanna often used it as a place to study magic, or in quiet, uninterrupted. Rennia had one or two memories that happened here.

Rennia glanced around. A group of guards stood nearby, watching wearily. But they said nothing.

She ducked, pressed her face to the bars, and whispered,”Lyanna!”

“Renny!”

Lyanna’s eyes lit up. Almost elated, she ran to the window, dragged a chair over, and climbed up, so their faces were level. She started talking right away. Complaining — but smiling. Chattering that was her alright, Rennia was glad she wasn’t broken.

Though she was hiding something. Rennia could tell.

“They’re sending me to the Holy Magician Academy. For a few years.”

“What! That’s halfway across the country!”

“I know, right? It’s all girls. You’d think I’d be happy, but it’s basically a religious cult. They want to make me a battle-cleric. Can you believe that? After everything I’ve done for my parents, they strip me of my agency. I don’t even have full rights over myself because of the magical laws and such. I hate it. I should’ve run away.”

Rennia’s head sank. “We should have run away.”

Too little, too late.

Neither of them was going to see each other anytime soon. Not if the world had anything to say about it.

“That’s fucked up,” Rennia giggled, brokenly. “I’m being exiled by the village. This is the last time you’ll see me here.”

“Exile? Isn’t that a bit much?”

“It was the best solution… people who cared for me might’ve stepped in.” She didn’t count Baldeus among them, but her mother had strongarmed him. Maybe more than that. They were awfully close. And her mother did threaten to blackmail him.

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All Characters are 18 years or older.

This story is a bit of a slow burn dual-story that very much requires the reader to start from the beginning. It does not require intimate knowledge of D&D or other TTRPGs, but is very much about playing those sorts of games and the fantasy of roleplaying. The two stories are those of the Players, and their Characters. As such this story comes with a warning of having strange Point of View/Narrative hotswaps in the middle of chapters as the players around the table move in and out of character.

In this chapter you can expect MF and FF with voyeurism, shower sex, and a booty call.

The adventurers go about convincing the locals of the coming danger the best way they know how, and Shane finds the rules of The Game shifting under his feet as the girls push the boundaries of what he’s used to.

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Chapter 56

Even though Tori was currently topless – andGod every time she pulled those damn perfect breasts out I had to take a split second to not drop my jaw a bit – we couldn’t get right into the fun part.

“The Garrison Captain sees you unlacing your trousers, looks back at your breasts and you can see his cock swell a little in his fist. Then he nods and starts to shift on the cot.However,” I said, putting a hand on Tori’s waist to stop her from fully disrobing quite yet as I turned to the others.

Olivia strode with purpose as she worked her way through the lower corridors of the keep. It was a bit of a maze, cramped in places and dimly lit – all part of the planned defence. If armoured invaders were to try and fight their way in they would be facing a difficult time every step of the way.

It was only once she stumbled on the interior entrance to the kitchens that she was able to start to triangulate where she was properly, and the kitchens needed access to the upper floors. She found the stairwell, cramped and steep, and made her way upward, bypassing the main level where the great hall would be and other areas that would be more likely to be populated by folks willing to challenge her presence. She made it up to the third floor, the top of the main keep, and was crossing through the corridors looking for the living quarters of the Duke’s family when she was stopped by an officious-looking elderly dwarf man.

It took some work to convince the long-serving chamberlain that Olivia was, in fact, supposed to be where she was. Her explanation relied on the fact that she was from Parnassus, where funerals were celebrations. She had (supposedly) heard about the unexpected death of the Lady’s husband and as a clergy of Revelry she had come to give counsel and succour to the widow if it was needed.

The reasoning was complete improv from Rhia, and I had to make a note to myself about this addition to my world. Parnassus was a city that I’d been avoiding for a long time, using it as a sort of near-mythical location that people would hear about but where adventurers weren’t needed because it was a lawful bastion of good. It was such a good improv, however, that I gave her advantage on her roll to convince the chamberlain – which saved her butt. Her first roll was a natural 1, which would havedefinitely gotten her thrown out of the keep, but her second was a 17 which brought her total over 20. And many sighs of relief were heard around the table.

“Let me show you to the Lady’s chamber, my dear,” the curmudgeonly Chamberlain grumbled, ushering Olivia around a turn in the corridor. “Now, please do remember that you are not being givenfull access to the family chambers. No wandering around and such! The Duke’s chambers must remain untouched for his eventual return.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t think ofwandering around,” Olivia assured the elderly dwarf. “That would be entirely unacceptable for a guest of the family.”

“Too right, too right,” the chamberlain nodded. “We’ve had several young folks think that they might be able to find some sort ofriches or some such hidden away in the Duke’s chambers. The ones we catch, I tell them they are buying into rumours that are entirely untrue. The Duke’s treasury was dedicated to the war over a decade ago. The ones we don’t catch, well, one of the Duke’s good friends prepared some… interesting means of keeping his private chambers private.”

“I… see,” Olivia said, her Adventurer-Brain immediately wondering what the Duke was protecting if it wasn’t his duchy treasury.

“Here we are,” the chamberlain said, then used his walking stick to knock on the heavy oak door – it was unadorned, and Olivia realised she would have been checking doors blindly if she hadn’t managed to convince the dwarf to help her. “Lady Aileen,” he called through the door. “You have a visitor.”

“Whatsort of visitor?” Elyse called, surprising Tori and Rhia. I’d surreptitiously texted her about playing the widow once the girls had made their plans, escort şişli and she’d readily agreed. She even covered her mouth with a hand, smiling over it with her eyes, to mimic the door muffling her voice.

“A-” the dwarf turned to Olivia, “I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure what the proper title is for a member of the clergy of Revelry?”

“The proper phrasing would be Lady Celebrant, but it’s so formal,” Olivia said. “Just introduce me as a friend.”

“A… friend has come to offer you some companionship,” the dwarf said, hesitating at not using a proper title.

“I amnot interested in seeing suitors, Edmond!” Lady Aileen called.

“I am certainly notthat, Lady Aileen,” Olivia called through the door, raising her voice to be heard.

The door was pulled open and Lady Aileen narrowed her eyes as she looked Olivia up and down. “I don’t know you,” she finally said.

“You do not, Lady, but my Goddess knows you,” Olivia said. “She was there when you were born, on every name day and feast day, on your wedding, and now she sends me in your grief.”

“Whoare you?” Lady Aileen asked after a long moment.

“I’m Olivia,” the adventurer-in-disguise responded. “And I’m here to bring a spark of Revelry back into your life.”

“Revelry?” Lady Aileen asked, eyes narrowing again. “You’re a priestess of parties? With asword?”

“I am,” Olivia answered simply.

Lady Aileen sighed with a little huff and then sniffed, and Olivia noticed that while she hid it well she did look like she’d been crying that day. “Fine,” she said. “You can come in. You can go, Edmond.”

“As you will, my Lady,” the elderly dwarf stooped his head, unable to bow fully.

The inside of the Lady Aileen’s chambers was nicely appointed, though not the extravagant show of wealth and luxury that one might have expected from the rooms of a Duke’s heir. There were also several strangely blank spaces throughout the primary sitting room and one of the side rooms where it looked like furniture had been removed.

“So, we’re alone now,” Lady Aileen said as she flounced onto one of the nice wooden chairs around the central hosting area. There was a needlepoint project on a stand, half-finished, and a small easel with an abandoned painting on a side table. “What is it you want, Party-lady?”

“We prefer ‘Party Bitch,’ but I’ll take it,” Olivia smirked as she unhooked her scabbard from her belt to sit down, setting her blade aside.

Lady Aileen guffawed a little at the cursing.

Olivia sighed as she got comfortable, sitting across from the widow and cocking her head as she looked at the woman.

I was riveted. So was Tori. We’d transcended roleplaying at the table for the moment as Rhia and Elyse were on pure improv acting. Rhia, as part of her preparation for her ‘mission,’ had changed out of the faux-chainmail and was wearing one of my bigger, baggy (and brown) t-shirts from upstairs to simulate her simple brown clergy robe, with the accessory of a simple rope belt. Elyse hadn’t had the chance to change into anything (and for all that I had plenty of props to aid in all the different kinds of roleplay we did at my games, I didn’t have ‘princess dresses’ on hand) but she’d pulled her colourful shadowy robe tight and done something with the belt to cinch it differently, making it a little more dress-like – at least while she was sitting down.

The thing was, for all that Elyse talked about not being the ‘actress’ of the group and focusing more on production, she was just as good as Rhia. Maybe it was because this was for fun – no nerves, no stage fright. Nothing to make her wonder if she was doing it ‘right’ because therewas no ‘right.’ I’d known other theatre majors who stumbled at that point.

“You truly do grieve him, don’t you?” Olivia asked.

“Of course I do,” Lady Aileen scowled.

“No, not of course,” Olivia said, leaning forward intently. “Your marriage, just as everyone of your station, was political. Not every daughter of a Duke would feel as you do, Aileen. You enjoyed him and his company, and appreciated him, even if you didn’tlove him when you were married.”

“I-” Aileen said, then rubbed her eyes. “Perhaps you’re right. And I pity other daughters of Dukes for it, but I did… appreciate my husband. And enjoy him. But for all of that, I never gave him an heir.Love never had a chance until that was done. So I grieve him, you ‘Party Bitch,’ and I grieve all that I’ve lost with him.”

“Oh, Aileen,” Olivia sighed sympathetically.

The Lady cracked a sad grin. “I can’t marry again,” she said. “Not until my father returns and agrees to another match, and that may never happen. And if he dies, then it is the King who willsend someone to marry me to secure the duchy. I won’t have a choice in the matter. I grieve happiness, Little Miss Revelry. Explain how you can help me with that?”

“Well, I could quote to you from some of my holy texts,” escort mecidiyeköy Olivia said. “Or I could give you platitudes, like that your Father will pity you or that you could end up married to a bright and shining hero from the war who deserves every inch of your pretty self.”

“I’ve heard it all before,” Aileen sighed and waved dismissively.

“I had a feeling,” Olivia smirked. “I could also offer you one of the more… interesting forms of celebration that my church enjoys in times of need. But I lack the proper supplies as it’s been some time since I left Parnassus – it is also a little too long since the funeral for the proper rites.”

“What do you mean?”

“Drugs,” Olivia said. “Certains herbs and plants, when inhaled as a smoke, can bring relaxation and joy when combined with the proper rites to ensure a ‘good trip.'”

“And you don’t have any of these herbs and plants?”

“Not on hand,” Olivia said, standing and moving around the low table between them to kneel next to Lady Aileen and take her hand. “There is something else I can offer you, though. Something that other faiths often think of as mildly distasteful, or are simply too prudish to partake in due to their own insecurities. Something that, once you have learned it like an artform, will provide you with joy and revelry for years to come, even if your Father saddles you with a boar of a husband.”

“You speak of lofty goals, Olivia of Parnassus,” Lady Aileen said. “Paired with sinister caution. Will this take my mind off of my husband?”

“That, my Lady, I can assure you it will,” Olivia smirked.

“Then teach me,” Aileen said. “Teach me this art that will bring me joy and happiness, and distraction, and that can be my secret to keep from the prudish and snobby.”

Olivia put her hands on the Lady’s knees. “You truly wish to be taught? To experience the delights I can give you, and teach you to give?”

“Do I need to declare myself again?” Aileen growled. “I am not used to needing to repeat myself.”

“Then I’ll teach you,” Olivia said, before swiftly lifting the bottom of the Lady’s dress and burying her face between her legs, lapping at her pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” Elyse moaned, raising one of her skinny legs over Rhia’s shoulder as the dark-haired coed drove her tongue between the blonde’s slick, flushed labia. The Lady Aileen may not have ‘known’ what was coming, but Elyse had and she was already turned on – hell, I would have bet that Elyse had been turned on since the start of the game. Maybe since starting the drive to my place.

“That’s not very ladylike language,” Rhia murmured with a little grin before licking Elyse’s clit with the tip of her tongue.

“Shut up,” Elyse giggled, sticking out her tongue at her friend and then glancing at me and Tori. She got a grin on her face and quickly undid the belt of her robe, pulling it to fall open and shrugging her arms out of it so she was completely naked. “Oh, no, my dress seems to have come apart as if by magic. Is this part of the ritual?” she asked in Lady Aileen’s voice.

“Slut,” Tori laughed next to me, and Elyse responded by tweaking her nipples and closing her eyes as she let out a crooning moan.

I cleared my throat, dragging my eyes from the lesbian action, and turned back to Tori. She hadn’t moved from where she’d been standing next to me as we’d pivoted back to Rhia’s scene, and she’d put a hand on mine as it had slid from her waist to her hip, keeping it there. Now, with my movement, she peeled her eyes away from her friend and her roommate as well and flushed a little as she realised now was the time to get back intoour scene. She let out a breath, smiling nervously.

“Do you need a second?” I asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt the others.

“Maybe just, um, get into position a little more like the Garrison Captain?” she suggested.

“Well, he was on a cot, so…” I stood up, taking her hand, and led her out of the game room and into the living room across the hall. I heard some movement behind us, but then Elyse moaned again so Rhia must have gotten back to her fun.

I went to the couch and laid down on it. “Better?” I asked.

Tori gave me a considering look for a moment and then a little smirk. “I’m pretty sure you said that Captain was jerking off,” she said. “I think I need the visual.”

I snorted and chuckled, quickly undoing my belt and shimmying my pants down around my thighs. Between the sights and sounds of the lesbian action, and gorgeous Tori standing over me completely topless, I was already mostly hard and as I wrapped my hand around my cock it stiffened.

“How’s this?” I asked.

She sighed, snickering a little, and licked her lips. “You know you’re hot, right?”

That had me letting out a huff of a laugh. “I guess so?” I hedged. “I don’t really think about it like that.”

“Well, you are,” she said. “I’m not, like, ‘OMG escort taksim I want an older guy’ like Elyse, but you are objectively hot.”

“Says the absolutely stunning college actress,” I said. “But how about we save the personal pump-up affections for later? Because I think your Garrison Captain had just realised that the Fucking option was probably in his best interest as he stares up at the ridiculously fit, super-attractive hare-person with her perfect tits hanging over him as she undid the laces of her pants.”

“They aren’tperfect,” Tori smirked a little.

“Subjectively, my dear, I disagree,” I said.

“And Jade’s tits are covered in a downy soft thin layer of fur since she’s a hare-person. Or should I say,my tits are like that,” Tori grinned a little, running her hands down from her chest and over her breasts, letting her fingers play around her pretty, dark nipples. For all that had already happened between us, I hadn’t had a chance to really give those perfect breasts of hers the attention they deserved.

Tori cleared her throat and let her hands slide lower, down her fit stomach to the front of her baggy, hiphugger ‘monk pants.’ She didn’t technically have actual laces that needed to be undone – the glories of elastic waistbands – but she’d sewn some false ones on for the costume and she made a show of ‘unlacing’ them.

“Well, Captain,” Tori said, assuming the annunciation that she used for Jade since she didn’t affect an accent like the other girls did. “I think we have an agreement.”

She pushed down her pants, and the thong she’d been wearing under them, and quickly stepped out of them completely. I was surprised because she had a wide triangle of short pubes, trimmed for neatness but dark. She blushed at my look, losing her Jade confidence for a second, and ran the fingers of one hand over the thin layer of hair. “I figured I’d go a little au naturale the last couple of weeks to feel more ‘Jadey.’ It’s not bad, right?”

“You look utterly delicious, Tori,” I said.

“OK,” she grinned, a little nervously, then she let out her breath again and resumed being Jade. She threw her leg over me straddling my thighs, revealing more of her pussy as her legs spread. It was just as pretty as when I’d eaten her out a couple of weeks ago, but the added pubic hair came downjust onto both of her labia making a somewhat exotic look for me. She wasn’t theonly non-white person I’d been with, but the list was small out of my ex-girlfriends and the two others had been back in my own college days. Since then my primary sexual partners had been in the Game and my few casual girlfriends over time had happened to be white. And the ladies of the Game had definitely tried different things over time with their pubes, but they’d never gonethis natural, even if it was close-cropped and tidily edged. Tori’s warm-hued skin, and the dark flush of her erogenous zones and nipples, combined with the pubic hair was… a vision.

“I think-” she continued, trying to get back into character, but she was interrupted by a shout from the other room.

“Oh, fuck!” Rhia shouted. In pain.

Tori and I both looked at each other in confusion, then leaned to try and see across the hall from the couch.

Rhia and Elyse were in a 69 up on the game table, Rhia on the bottom, and she was fishing under herself with one hand. She pulled out a dice from under her. “Fucking d4!” she cursed and hucked it into a corner of the room.

I snorted. “Rookie mistake,” I said, not loud enough for the injured party to hear. “Those things are known to be little caltrops.”

Tori snickered, leaning down onto me as she buried her face against my chest to muffle her giggles. This pressed her breasts between her arms and against my stomach, and my cock to her bare stomach as she hovered over it. I gently rubbed her sides, from hips to waist, and chuckled with her. Then she sat up, grinning, and she sniffed in a breath a wiped under her eyes quickly. I gave her a look at that and she shook her head in an’It’s fine, don’t worry’ way and then did the thing where she let out her breath, trying to resume being Jade again.

“We’re both people of action, I think, Captain,” Jade said, straddling the man on his cot, in his office. She’d stripped down and had him pinned to the bed, not that he was struggling against his situation. “So let’s act.”

She tugged at his shirt, fine, clean linen compared to the well-worn clothes that she’d stripped off, stained from weeks of travel on the road and then the time at the bandit camp and the flight through the forest. Even the cot, she found, was dangerously comfortable.

The cock that she knocked his hands from might not have been quite thetool that Big Red Bronson had been wielding, but… “Definitely adequate,” she said with a little smirk at the young man.

“Thanks?” he said, his voice cracking.

Tori snorted and gave me a look, “Please, no.”

I chuckled, having used my ‘Awkward Teen’ voice that would purposefully crack. It was usually preserved for young apprentices who would provide dubious-quality services, annoying happy-go-lucky sidekicks and the occasional entitled noble. “Sorry, couldn’t resist,” I said.

“Definitely adequate,” Jade said with a little smirk at the young Captain.

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I tinkered around with the bits of electronics and wires in the lab, attempting to create my next big technological advancement that would captivate society. What I was working on was a hologram projector that takes images from one’s own mind and makes it so creations from one’s own imagination can be physically seen by projecting these images with a hologram. This advancement would be a significant breakthrough in the entertainment industry as one’s own daydreams could become the next famous TV show if the hologram projection is recorded.

The last time I had worked with holograms in a project, I had created hologram strippers. Hologram strip clubs became a thing and my invention was well loved by many. To this day, I still remember all the praise I had received. I remember it fondly.

After I had tirelessly worked for twelve hours, energized with the effects of three cups of coffee to keep me running, I finally left the lab and drove myself home.

As soon as I entered my home I stripped myself of my lab coat and other clothing garments. My owner had rules for me and one of those rules was I was not allowed to wear clothes in the house. The only things I was allowed to wear at home were stockings, a garter belt, heels and whatever piece of jewelry I wanted to wear if I wanted to wear any.

“What would you like for dinner, sir?” I asked him as I headed off to the kitchen to make us both something to eat.

“Mash potatoes, salad bostancı escort and steak.” He answered.

When I finished cooking us dinner, I handed him his plate along with his favourite beverage. Then I got myself my plate along with something to drink.

“I hope you like it.” I smiled weakly at him as I walked back to sit with him to eat and saw him having his dinner.

“Of course, I do. It’s perfect.” He said.

“Thank you, sir.” I said.

After we finished eating, he took me back to the stall and attached my tits to the milking device.

He looked at me lustfully, watching as the machine milked my tits. I could see his cock harden in his jeans.

“It’s time for your breeding again, slut.” He said, coming up behind me and unzipping his jeans. He slid his cock inside my wet pussy.

“Already wet, you really were made for breeding, huh, slut?”He degraded me harshly.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed again tonight and every night until I finally have bred you. Then after I’ve knocked you up, I’m still going to cum in you because if you’re already knocked up, what is the point in pulling out of your pussy? Then after that, I’m going to knock you up a second time, slut. You were made for breeding.” He explained his plans to me as he thrusted his hard cock inside me.

“Now I want you to beg for me to breed you. I know that you wanting to be bred consciously beykoz escort is the farthest thing from the truth however I know your subconscious mind loves this. If it didn’t, you wouldn’t be wet.” He said.

He wanted me to beg for something I genuinely feared but I knew there was no other choice.

“Please breed me, sir. I want you to fill me with your warm jizz. Please cum in me, sir. ” I forced the words out of my mouth, begging him profusely to breed me.

He thrusted faster inside me, grabbing my hips as he mercilessly fucked me.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good, sir.” I moaned.

“You’re such a dirty little slut.” He degraded me harshly.

“Breed your little slut, sir. Fill me with your hot load of jizz. I’m nothing more than a set of holes for you to fuck, a pair of tits for you to milk and a young, fertile bitch for you to breed as much as you want.” I said, going along with what he wanted of me.

“Good girl. My little slut knows her place. I’ve heard stories of some sluts being very disobedient to their owners but you really do seem to be made to be a submissive little whore.” He praised me.

“My place is beneath you, sir. I am inferior to you. I’m merely an object for your pleasure” I degraded myself.

“You certainly are an object for my pleasure, you worthless cumslut. You are utterly useless besides your holes. All you are is a warm hole for me to fuck and kurtköy escort shoot my load in.” He degraded me as he fucked my pussy violently.

“Oh fuck! Give it to me harder! Harder! Breed me!” I exclaimed loudly as I squirted, making a pathetic fool out of myself and proving to him to that I really was a whore. He must have loved it.

He shot his warm load of jizz inside me, filling my cunt up with his seed. I knew that if he somehow hadn’t knocked me up yesterday that he would have knocked me up today. I was a twenty year old female. Very fertile and young. I was in my prime years. Eventually he will have successfully knocked me up.

When he got off of me, I felt his semen drip out of my pussy. He zipped up his jeans and went in front of me. He took the milking device off one of my nipples and quickly wrapped his lips around my tit before any of my milk could leak, going to waste. He sucked my tit passionately and lustfully grazed his hand over my other tit, remaining mindful of the milking device still attached to my other nipple. He never wanted any of my milk to go to waste. He then quickly attached the milking device back onto my nipple and unattached the milking device from my other nipple before taking my tit into his mouth. I really enjoyed him sucking on my tits and would moan a bit as he sucked them.

He drank my milk everyday and he told me that my job as a woman was to produce as much milk as possible for him. He quickly put the milking device back on my tit.

“I’m gonna go do some stuff. If you need anything, just call me. I need you to be a good girl and produce the most milk that you possibly can for me.” He said.

“I’m on it.” I told him.

“That’s my good girl.” He said and kissed me on the forehead before leaving.

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Author’s Note: “Valiant Triquetra” and “Paladin Chronicles” are currently closely intertwined. You should read “Paladin Chronicles Ch. 00-01” first. It contains the Prologue which explains the setting.

Before

“Weapon reserves expended, Sergeant,” the Valiant’s computer supplied as the autocannons cut out suddenly and the energy cannons died with a whine.

“Thanks,” I sighed as I pulled the ship to the side to dodge another acid cloud from the large, dragon-like Stormspawn. It was still largely unscathed, though I had lured it out towards the edge of the base from the ruins of the barracks where it had materialized.

The large cloud of smaller, flying Stormspawn was still harrying the survivors throughout the base. The volume of returning fire told me more of my comrades had escaped the barracks than I feared.

“I am sorry, Valiant, but I think we only have one option left,” I said to the computer as I flew the ship out farther and looped back around, aiming for the creature.

“Unfortunately, I agree,” the ship’s AI responded. Then I watched in shock as it engaged the autopilot, designated a navigation beacon on the creature, and set the throttle to maximum. I didn’t even know it could do all that on its own. The ship shuddered as the engines roared, and we sped straight towards the dragon.

“Wait, what!?” I said gripping the suddenly unresponsive controls.

“Your presence is not required for this objective. It has been an honor serving with you, Sergeant Legrand. Prepare for ejection in 5 seconds.”

“Four”

Suddenly the creature reared and an enormous cloud of acid hit us head on. The glass of the cockpit frosted over, and I could hear the hiss of the acid eating away at the armor even over the engines.

“Ejection system compromised. Proceed to the rear drop ramp for evacuation.”

I hadn’t moved, still stunned by the ship’s actions. Like everyone, my squad had always personified our ship, but this was something entirely unexpected.

“Please, Nazir. Go.” It was that surprisingly human request that got me moving. I released my harness and bolted out of the cockpit and down the corridor. At the other end, past the cargo bay, I could see the large drop ramp grinding open.

“Impact in 5 seconds. Evacuate now,” the Valiant said in my ear as the ship tilted down precipitously. I activated my grav-harness, and it pulled me up the corridor and out the ramp. I spun to look back at the ship, but a small Stormspawn tore into me from behind. The grav-harness saved my life, but I started falling fast as it failed.

I flailed desperately as I fell, striking at the creature and desperately working to get any function out of my harness. Somehow, I thought I felt myself slow before I hit, but then darkness claimed me.

My eyes jerked open at the sound of the crash. I was looking to my right, at an anti-ship missile in a broken crate on the ground; it must have fallen out of the back of the Valiant during the dive. My thoughts were sterile as I realized I was a few feet off the ground, lying on a broken, slanted piece of rockcrete wall. I could move my head and my right arm, but that was all. I turned my head to look at the crash and noticed the piece of rebar sticking through my chest.

Oh, that’s not good, I thought. There was no pain; that was definitely not a good sign.

I looked to the left just in time to see the smoke clear around the dragon a short distance away. It had a deep gash in its side, and it roared as it kicked the wreckage of the Valiant aside, locking me with a gaze that was as intelligent as it was malevolent.

I heard debris sliding behind me as I wearily pulled a grenade from my belt. The dragon’s mouth opened monstrously wide, and I threw as the acid cloud roared towards me. The grenade fell short, but I flinched as the anti-ship missile flew past me and straight towards the dragon’s mouth, its engine inexplicably off.

I threw my arm over my eyes as the acid cloud engulfed me. There was still no pain, but I could hear my skin bubbling before it was drowned out by the roar of an explosion. After a moment, I couldn’t hold my arm up and it fell to my side. The dragon’s body slumped lifelessly, its head and neck gone. Heh, got the bastard, I thought as I started coughing blood.

Then I saw two figures in unnaturally pristine white uniforms running up from my right. Menders. Maybe I won’t die today, was my first thought. By the Winds they’re gorgeous, was my second as the two women ran up.

“Holy shit, Kira. He’s in bad shape,” said the shorter one with the blue armband of an Artificer as she started climbing up onto the slab beside me.

“Get rid of that bar, V, while I try to keep him from dying right now,” replied the darker skinned Healer as she passed her hands over me. I felt the cool wash of the Winds healing me as the Artificer sprouted a torch-like flame from her fingertip and sliced off the pole kadıköy escort sprouting from my chest.

“Okay, we can move him without killing him,” the Healer said to her companion. Then she climbed up beside me as well and looked me in the eyes, gently touching my forehead. “I know you’re in shock, but this will still really hurt. We’ll see you when you wake up.”

“V, now.”

* * *

204.7.5.0034 – Meridian Station

I jerked awake, safe in the massive bed. The silk sheets were soft against my smooth, healed skin, and I took a deep calming breath. Then I turned my attention to the soft mental chime from my implanted connection to the ship’s AI.

What’s up, Val? I sent the thought across the link to avoid waking my still-sleeping companion.

Sorry to wake you, Captain. The ship’s AI responded through the mental link. I detected an explosion elsewhere in the station, but there’s nothing so far on the station network.

If it was something truly catastrophic, we’d be hearing alarms already; whatever it is, it’s likely not an immediate danger. Are we ready to scram if needed?

A small hesitation: V is currently performing maintenance on my engines.

I’ll talk to her. Don’t wake Kira until we know more.

You got it, Captain, Val purred in my mind.

I gave Kira a gentle kiss on the smooth skin of her shoulder and carefully slid out of bed, pulling on a pair of shorts before padding softly down the hall to Engineering.

* * *

Vivian was working under the central engine, laying on the padded, ergonomic dolly in just a pair of boy shorts. I could just see the swell of her perky breasts from under the machinery. She paused her work as I entered and leaned against the Praxium power plant she had crafted for the Valiant, idly playing with the ring I was wearing. A ring forged of that same black metal and matched by the rings that Kira and Vivian also wore: three intertwined strands that were actually a single continuous band.

“Admiring the hardware, babe?” she asked me cheekily as I was smiling.

I assumed a long-suffering air. “Vivian Vivero, you know we bought only the finest, most comfortable, and incredibly stylish work suits for the express purpose of keeping beautiful Artificers safe from flying sparks, scalding liquids, or any number of other dangerous mishaps.”

“I know some scalding liquids I’d like on my chest,” she replied as she slid herself out from under the engine, looking up at me with hungry eyes before breaking into a grin. “Sometimes you just have a great idea and don’t want to waste time getting all dressed up! And it’s not like we don’t have a Windblessed Healer on board.”

I looked back at her with mock disappointment. “You would have our bond-mate exert her powers and bend that vast and ancient technological force to her will simply because you didn’t want to take the time to put on proper safety equipment?”

“You know she’s always looking to practice! And it’s not like we haven’t used the Winds for more trivial reasons. You think we get this smooth with a razor?” she said with a smirk as she ran a hand from her knee to her underwear.

To hide my own grin, I leaned forward, pinching the bridge of my nose in a theatrical gesture of exasperation. “Are you telling me that you all are using the Winds – that ancient, inscrutable, and powerful technology left by the Pakarans – for something as frivolous as shaving?”

“Don’t act like you don’t love the results,” she fired back, still grinning. “But if we shouldn’t use them for frivolous purposes,” she continued innocently, “I’ll let Kira know she should stop using them to bypass your refractory period.”

Huh, so that’s what’s going on, I thought, surprised.

“Objection withdrawn. Let frivolity abound.” I hastily replied, throwing my hands up in mock surrender and grinning back at her.

She stood up and crossed the distance between us. “Besides, what did you think was happening here?” she said as she gently caressed my smooth chest, tracing her hand over the shield, sword, and mechanical wings of the NSF Commandos tattoo over my heart.

I gave an uncomfortable shrug. “I just figured it was an aftereffect from my injuries; something that couldn’t be healed.”

She gently cupped my cheek and stood on her toes to give me a soft kiss before holding my gaze with hers. “You are whole; you are here; you are ours. And we are yours.”

“I love you both,” I said, covering her hand with mine and leaning down to her, our foreheads touching. After a moment, something occurred to me. “Wait. When does she do it?”

Vivian giggled, “When you’re showering, silly.”

“But she’s not even there half the time!”

“That’s your own fault!” she said, grabbing my ass and laughing.

“But seriously,” she continued, “you know she’s like, really good with her powers, right?” Then ümraniye escort she hugged me tightly, “and I’m very, very glad she is.”

I returned her fierce hug, softly running my fingers up and down her back, even more impressed with Kira’s powers than before.

“If you want her to stop, just ask her. We won’t mind,” Vivian mumbled, her face still buried in my neck.

“Maybe some time, but I’m happy with it for now.”

After a moment, I gently moved Vivian to arm’s length, “What I came here to tell you – before I was so rudely diverted.” At this, Vivian bounced gently on her feet, a move that was no less devastatingly distracting for all the times she’d done it. However, I rallied, “Val said there was an explosion on the station. It’s probably alright since there are still no alarms, but we should be ready to leave if needed.”

Right as I said those words, we heard the station alarms start sounding outside the ship in the hangar. Val’s voice came over the intercom, “Meridian Station Control has just ordered a general evacuation and activated the contract provisions of all the mining craft to assist.” There was a heavy pause. “And Mender-Colonel Saleem has requested your presence in an hour.”

Vivian turned serious. “We’re ready to fly; I wrapped everything up just as you got here.”

“Good. We need to get a move on and get cleaned up for our meeting with the Colonel. V, go start getting ready; I’ll bring Kira up to speed. Val, please wake her up.”

“Affirmative, Captain,” Val said quietly as we left Engineering.

* * *

By the time I got back to the bedroom, Kira was up, in her robe, and had just finished making the bed. She straightened and looked at me with concerned eyes, “Val says you had another nightmare.”

I stopped and shot a glare at Val’s AV pickup, “Someone has been snooping on my vital monitors.”

Val replied in the very formal and proper tone she used when she felt aggrieved, “It is my duty to assist the ship’s doctor in monitoring the health of the crew.”

I took a deep breath as Kira walked around the bed to stand in front of me. “I appreciate your concern, both of you. It is improving, in both severity and frequency,” I said as I pulled her into a hug, our chins on each other’s shoulders. “Merely being here with you and V is more than a sufficient balm.”

“Alright,” she replied. “Tell me if it stops getting better.”

“I will,” I said as I reluctantly broke the hug. “I’m sure Val will too,” I added as I turned and blew a kiss to the AV pickup.

“That said,” I continued, “we have a more immediate situation. Val picked up a distant explosion a bit ago. The station just called for a general evacuation, and Tahira asked to meet with us in an hour.”

Kira nodded and gave me a quick kiss. “Let’s go get ready.”

* * *

There is no doubt we looked pretty damn impressive, walking down the Valiant’s rear cargo ramp, sharply dressed in our Mender uniforms. White uniform jackets and pants; Kira’s with the green armbands and leg stripes of a Healer; similarly for Vivian with blue for Artificer; and myself with black for Auxiliary from the Security Division. All three of us with the laurel-wreathed silver bars of Emeriti Captain-Menders at the front of our collars and on our shoulders just below the patches of our divisions.

They were of a significantly higher quality than the uniforms I’d had back in the NSF Commandos; elegant enough for formal occasions, durable and comfortable enough for action, and surprisingly resistant to dirt and stains. I still wasn’t sure exactly what they were made from and how they always fit so well. I figured it was a toss-up between highly advanced proprietary technology, fabric spun by the Winds, or a very long con by Vivian.

Regardless, we looked good, and I think it helped have a calming effect on the hectic evacuation taking place in the hangar bay. Mender Auxiliaries, both from Security and various Support divisions, were directing people to various waiting mining craft.

“Let’s not keep the Colonel waiting,” Kira said softly as she took a deep breath before striding off through the crowd with Vivian and me right behind.

* * *

“Captains, the Colonel is expecting you,” the two guards outside Tahira’s office greeted us as we approached, Kira leading, Vivian slightly behind and to one side, and me on the other side, slightly further back. We were all Captains, but Kira was the most senior followed by Vivian. I was technically their Security detail, but the Valiant was mine. Add in the fact that we’re all bond-mates and theoretically it was all very complicated, but in practice it worked very smoothly.

When the door closed, Vivian ran up to Tahira and wrapped her in a tight, excited hug, which the Colonel returned enthusiastically, her mechanical arm whirring excitedly. Then she turned to meet Kira’s ataşehir escort more restrained embrace. The three were old friends and their relationship had gotten even more relaxed when Kira and Vivian became Emeriti.

Tahira gave me a quick hug before gesturing us to find seats. I leaned against a nearby workbench and the girls took chairs in front of the desk. After we settled in, she began grimly, “A little more than an hour ago, multiple bombs detonated in our main Environmental Engineering compartment. While there were no fatalities, our Catalytic Purifiers were destroyed.”

“Casualties or not, who is stupid enough to bomb a Mender base?” I interjected

“While they have neither claimed nor denied responsibility, the Scarlet Blades have been after Meridian Station for a while.”

“Vrax-damned pirates,” I grumbled.

“You said the Catalytic Purifiers were destroyed? All of them?” Kira asked.

The Colonel nodded. “Yes, all of them. With the evacuation of all non-essential personnel, the station has bought itself more time before the air runs out, but not long enough for replacement parts to arrive from another station.”

“So, you need us to find replacements closer to home!” Vivian said, shooting excitedly to her feet.

“No,” replied the Colonel.

Vivian sank back down with a puzzled expression, “But. . .”

“I have two important tasks, and another set of resources that can handle finding replacement purifiers.”

A sly grin crept across Vivian’s face. “Awww, you’re going to have your sweetheart Paladin save the day!”

“You may be Emeriti, but I can still find a way to clip your wings,” Tahira replied, but without real heat. Vivian dramatically mimed zipping her lips.

Tahira continued, “But yes, I received word shortly before our meeting that Paladin had arrived in system, and I have full faith that he can scavenge replacements for the station. He is, however, less well-suited for my second task than you all are.”

“What do you need us to do?” asked Kira.

“Before I call in favors with our allies and patrons to send seven types of hell raining down on the Scarlet Blades, I want to be very sure they are responsible. Not that wiping them out wouldn’t be worthwhile regardless, but I don’t want to waste our influence by leaving the real culprits untouched and potentially emboldened.

“To that end, I need you all to secure the help of the Veiled Court. They can identify those responsible and assist our moves against them. We gave the Court a Mender Conclave on their stronghold of Erebus Hold, and help like this is part of the deal.”

We all nodded, and then Kira and Vivian looked back to me. I stood up from the table and took off my Praxium necklace. Holding it out towards Tahira, I spoke solemnly, “I swear by the Winds we will secure the aid of the Veiled Court for Meridian Station.” With only the softest of rustles, an intricate Praxium ring formed around the fine chain links.

I felt clear about our next steps as I put the necklace back around my neck and turned to Tahira.

“First, we’ll need to find Erebus Hold again since they like to move around and Drift Charts are probably out of date. Can we look through your Nav Data to see if there’s anything useful?”

“Anything you need,” she said as she stood. “I’ll let Control know you’re on your way.” Our parting hugs were slightly more subdued. “Safe passage and good hunting,” she said before walking us to the door.

* * *

The crew on the command deck were busy coordinating the evacuation, but pointed us to the Navigation Archives. It took a bit of looking, but we found the records for Erebus Hold. To my surprise, their information was not as out of date as I’d feared, so we’d have at least a general idea of where Erebus Hold should be. After that, we wasted no time returning to the ship.

* * *

“Val, let’s get ready to move out,” I called as we walked up the cargo ramp into the ship.

“I have already secured departure clearance from Meridian Control.”

“Very well, take us out of the hangar and get us positioned to enter the Drifts.”

“Affirmative, Captain.”

The cargo ramp closed and the Valiant swayed gently underfoot as Val steered us out through the docking bay, and we made our way to the cockpit. I uploaded the navigation data we uncovered while Kira brought Val up to speed.

As we moved out of the docking bay, we passed another Zephyr Class Assault Corvette. I could make out the pilot’s salt and pepper hair, just going fully grey at the temples. The grey was new since I’d known him back in the NSF Commandos, but he still had that same quiet intensity.

“Ah, that Paladin.”

“Who did you think we were talking about?” teased Vivian.

“I honestly thought he was dead. Glad he’s not though; Captain Volden was one of the best officers I served under. I was transferred out from his command a few months before we met.”

I reached over to the communications set and punched in a short code to send out the series of electronic pings that was the informal ship-to-ship salute in the NSF Commandos. Captain Volden looked around when he received the ping, quickly spotting our ship. We exchanged a small, but meaningful nod of recognition.

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“Yeah, we did have fun,” said Kya, her cheeks a little red. “But I will admit to feeling a little guilty with some of the things we got up to. Sneaking out and stuff.”

“You shouldn’t,” replied Susan Donaldson, cutting a piece off her omelet. “What was most important to me, was that she was happy. And, thanks mostly to you two, I think she was as happy as she could be, or have been, under these circumstances.” She took a bite of egg and chewed for a moment. “And besides, you didn’t ‘get away with’ as much as you think,” she added smirking a bit.

“Ah,” said Kya. “So Maise did tell you about our adventures.”

“She didn’t.” Said Mrs. D with an eye roll. “I tell myself it’s because she didn’t want me to worry. But I knew a lot.” At the skeptical look on Kya’s face, she went on. “The fireworks. The fair. The music festival. Caitlyn’s cemetery ghost hunt. I could go on, but I’ve made my point.”

“You have.” said Kya with a weak grin. “And here I thought we were being sneaky.”

“Maybe you were.” Mrs. D smirked. “But it didn’t matter. I had a mole.”

“A… mole?” Kya’s eyebrows rose. “but who..?” The light coming on in her head was visible in the dawning expression on her face. She had said it wasn’t Maisey. And it wasn’t her! Kya’s gaze snapped to Jason, sipping his orange juice and staring innocently off into an empty corner of the restaurant. “You!? You were a mole?!”

“I prefer to say that I ‘had someone on the inside’.” replied Jason, finally meeting her stare.

“Someone on..!” Kya fumed. “I can’t believe you! We planned everything so carefully, and you just rolled over?” The impact of her fury was blunted somewhat by her visibly fighting a grin.

“I did.” replied Jason. “Because, one, we were sneaking our extremely sick friend out her house late at night, and it would have been awful for her mother to find her missing. And don’t tell me that didn’t cross you mind. Two, she knew our plans and where to be to catch us. Or not catch us. And we were never caught. And three, if there would have been something… serious, I would not have hesitated to call for back up.” He gestured toward Susan who nodded in reply.

“I think… it pisses me off more that you’re right.” grumbled Kya. “But then, why did we have to be so sneaky?”

“Well, the cloak and dagger was part of the fun.” grinned Jason. “I know you both liked it.”

“I would have kept her home if I could have.” added Mrs. D. “But with Jason keeping me apprised, it was an acceptable compromise. At the end of the day, I was glad she could enjoy… the time she had left.”

There was silence for a moment before Kya broke it. “I understand.” She said quietly. She shifted a glare to Jason. “You will, however, pay for a the stress I went though eventually.”

“Oh, why wait?” put in Mrs. D. with a grin. “We could stress him out right now.”

“Oh?” Kya grinned back.

“Oh yes.” Mrs D. said. “I’ve been putting this off… for a while now. Afraid to ask, maybe. But now seems a good time. How… intimate were you and Maisey?”

“Ah.” replied Jason, suddenly very interested in the tabletop.

“Yeah, mole.” Teased Kya with a smug expression. “How intimate were you?”

Jason gave her some side eye before answering. “Ahem, well… First, I guess, we never actually had… sex.” He ignored Kya’s eye roll and pressed on. “When we first got together, well, she was a year older, and I wasn’t eighteen yet, so we didn’t rush it. And by the time I was, well, she had gotten sick and… between her health and all the.. drugs and stuff in her system, it was a risk neither of us were willing to take.

Kya kept silent but her smirk spoke volumes.

“That said,” he continued, “She… we… were not… neglected.” He paused. “There was quite a bit of… we’ll say fooling around. It was on her mind a lot and I did my best to keep her… entertained. Without going into too much detail.”

“Oh, she was entertained.” said Kya. “I got to hear about their escapades. Even… caught them a few time. Maise wasn’t shy.”

“No she was not.” agreed Jason. “Her libido dipped as things went on, which was just as well. I worried about her blood pressure. But she still thought about it a lot. So we talked about it, slipped it into rpgs, made up stories, it kind of directed our movie choices. Kya can attest.”

“Yeah I can.” Kya sighed. “I mean the games were fun, and her taste in porn wasn’t the worst.” She rolled her eyes. “And, oh god, remember her birthday?” Her grin suddenly vanished as she remembered who they were talking to and panic washed over her face. She suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes flicking to Jason.

“What happened on her birthday?” Asked Mrs. D.

“I, ahem, wasn’t going to bring that up.” Said Jason, looking to Kya. His expression was sill amused, though his cheek were quite red.

Kya, looking mollified, mumbled something through her hand which might have been ‘Sorry.’

“Well, now you have to tell me.” Pressed Mrs. D.

“Yeah.” agreed Jason with a sigh. “Ahem, so it was her Birthday, her kartal escort twentieth, and she was pretty weak by then. You were working evenings at the time, so it was just the three of us.” He gestured to Kya. “And we told her, it was her birthday, we’d do what she wanted. She could pick a game, movie, go for ice cream, and we’d do our best to make it happen.” He glanced to Kya who was doing her best to sink into her chair. “And Maisey said… she wanted to watch…” he took a breath, “me… go down… on her.” He gestured to Kya again.

It took a moment for the shock to wash over Mrs. D’s face. She blanched and covered her own mouth with a hand, though not as forcefully as Kya had. “She… didn’t! That little..!” She stammered. “I hope you didn’t…”

“We did say she got to pick.” said Jason slowly. “It was her birthday. We kind of painted ourselves into a corner. Apparently she enjoyed the… show. I have no complaints but I was a little concerned about my, um, partner.” His eyes flicked to Kya.

Kya unclamped her mouth. “I was… satisfied with the arrangement.” She slumped and added with a squeak, “Twice.”

* * *

Kya quickly crossed the town square and elbowed her way into the small crowd of people at the edge. “All right! That’s enough! Nothing to see here.” She announced. “Move along!” She shooed people away and placed herself between the mass of people and the figure in the center, secured in a sturdy wooden pillory.

“There you are!” hissed Maisey. “Where have you been?” She rocked in her bonds, really only able to wiggle her hips. “It was starting to get crowded, and I can’t fuckin’ move!”

“I was coordinating with Caity.” grumbled Kya. “We got your stuff secured. I’ll hang out here til midnight, she’ll take the late shift. She can see better in the dark.”

“The late shift!” fumed Maisey. “”You assholes are gonna leave me stuck here all night?” She thrashed again ineffectually. The pillory didn’t even creek.

“You were sentenced to twenty four hours.” replied Kya, intercepting a grimy man trying to get past her. “I told you not to mess with those guards.”

“They were messing with that dancer!” growled Maisey. “What was I supposed to do? Would have gone different if I’d have had my gear on.”

“Oh yeah.” agreed Kya sarcastically. “You’d be in prison now instead of out here with your ass in the air.” She looked over her imprisoned companion briefly. Maisey was bent over a heavy rail with her head and hands locked into a thick wooden frame. Her ankles were embedded in a similar perpendicular frame below the rail. She wore a ragged shift that barely covered her bum, and hung very low and open at the neck. “Did they give you underwear?”

“Yes.” hissed Maisey. “And if you’re really going to leave me all night, I’ll need some help with them at some point to pee. You’re not really going to leave me all night, are you?”

“Yep.” Kya replied.

“What?! Come on!” Maisey twisted her wrists, knowing full well that she was stuck. Glancing around at the dispersing crowd, she lowered her voice. “I got a look at the locks when they were sticking me in this thing. They don’t look like much. I’ve seen you pick better. You could have me out of this thing in a second, once the witnesses are gone.”

Kya glanced at the heavy lock to Maisey’s right. “Oh, yeah. Big Rickman model like that wouldn’t be a problem. But no.”

“Come on Kya!” Maisey gave up on subtlety. “Why not?”

“Because we need to work out of this town for a little while! That’s why not!” countered Kya. “And you would be a fugitive! They know your accomplices, me and Cait, so who do you think they’d ask where you were first? Then we both could end up right next to you! And who would protect my ass if we were all locked up?”

“Aw…” Maisey whined. “Kya…”

“Maisey…” Kya mocked. “Look, you’re just gonna have to suck it up for tonight. We’ll watch your back and you’ll get out tomorrow. We’ll get you cleaned up. And we’ll go check out that ruin. Maybe you can just camp there to keep you out of trouble, if it’s not to overrun.”

Maisey pushed a long breath out through her nose. She wasn’t getting out of this without Kya’s help and that was apparently not forthcoming. “Fine then.” she sighed. “So. I can’t move. My tits are very nearly out. Wanna fool around?”

Kya rolled her eyes at her incorrigible friend. “Wait until it gets dark.” She conceded with a grin. “Once the witnesses are gone.”

* * *

Jason recognized the car parked in front of his grandmother’s house. Just as her recognized the girl parked on his Grandma’s front step. “Hey Cait.” He greeted as he walked up. “Had to pick book club night. Grandma would have loved to see you.”

“Tuesday. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” Caitlyn rose and made her way over to him. “How was work?”

“Not miserable.” he replied. “To what do I owe the honor.?”

“Game stuff.” She responded. “We got plotting and planning to do.”

“Oh, so soon.”He hopped up the steps and opened the front maltepe escort entrance. “I haven’t even gotten your views on the first session yet.”He unlocked the door. “Step into my parlor,,,”

“Yeah, the spiders were great.” Agreed Caitlyn. “I’d have rather you caught Sasha, but Farrah was pretty funny.”

“And I appreciate your discrete handling of her vulnerable butt.” Replied Jason. “Just the mention was a good way to handle that, in my opinion.”

“I know a few people I would absolutely not want touching my ass.” said Caitlyn. “Good to get a feel, uh, so to speak, for her. Surprised we had a wild magic thing so early too, but if that’s the kind of thing you have on the list, I Love it.”

“There are a few bad ones.” said Jason. “You’re going to want to not roll a ninety six/ninety seven. Among one or two others.”

“Sexy bad, right.” grinned Caitlyn.

“Matter of opinion, but knowing you?” He led her to the kitchen table and glanced back at her. “I think so. So what are we talking about?”

“I was looking over my available spell list and…” Caitlyn sat down and patted a seat next to her. “I can’t do much yet.”

“You’re level one, though level two will come quickly enough. I get your point though.” Jason sat. “The ‘teleport people out of their clothes’ and ‘web them to a wall’ spells come later. You’re kind of in the same boat as Farrah and her pet.”

“Yeah.” conceded Caitlyn. “Gotta work our way up. I get it too.” She leaned into him, bumping his shoulder with her own. “But you gave her something to hold her over.”

“I did.” agreed Jason. “What did you have in mind?

“Well… I don’t know… Something.” replied Caitlyn. “A magic items I can play with. A wand or a…” She turned to face him and caught his lips twitching ever so slightly at the corners. “You have an idea already.”

“Of course I do.” Jason said. “You’re a more experienced player than Farrah though so you’re going to have to work a little. Both to get it and to use it. But that will play into the kind of things you want to do. I think.”

“Ooo, details please?”

“Remember the book you had for the concept scene?” said Jason. “I figured you’d get hold of something like that. Full of rituals that you can attempt out of combat. I got a few worked out. Plan is, you’re going to have to roll to basically translate them, so I’ll trickle them to you. Roll to get them to activate, then roll to get them to work correctly. Like how both arms fell off instead of the intended one. We’ll hand wave a little for expediency sometimes, so it doesn’t get tedious. But sometimes it might be a little work to undo something if the vibe is good.”

“I’m liking the sound of that.” Caitlyn grinned. “How hard is it going to be?”

“Translating will be a flat 5 Arcana check per page.” explained Jason. “The big draw there will be spending in game time to do it. Casting will be a charisma check and will also take time. Minutes plus. But that’s your casting stat. Shouldn’t be a problem to push them through. The last check, to get the intend effect and target, that will be an intelligence check.”

“Man, but my intell sucks!” griped Caitlyn. “I’ll be goofing things up all… Oh, you’re a sneaky bastard. That’s why you didn’t want me to take a wizard” She grinned as she finished.

“That was a happy accident.” he replied. “The wild magic did seem to suit you.”

“Agreed.” Caitlyn conceded. “So how many rituals will I start with?”

Jason produced a d20 from somewhere and set on the table in front of her.

She grinned, snatched it up, and gave it a roll. “Ugh.” She wrinkled her nose at the result. “My Arcana’s zero, so thats an eight.”

“Two then.” He said, pulling out some sheets of paper and handing them to her. “Your ‘Arm Fall Off’ spell was heavily notated and one other.”

She began reading over her new rituals. “Cool. So I just have to find it. How hard is that gonna be?”

“Just a shopping trip.” repined Jason. “And for that, I figured I’d remodel your old party’s favorite club.”

* * *

“You sure this is a shop?” Sasha seemed to be sure it wasn’t. There were probably transactions going on, but it wasn’t items for sale.

“It’s not a shop.” confirmed Caitlyn, glancing around the dungeon floor. “It’s a club. But the lady I want to talk to wanted to meet here. So hang out while I find her and take care of business.”

“Take your time.” grinned Kya. “We’ll have a look around.” She carefully guided Farrah off toward some of the dungeon’s patrons. The elf eyes were wide, taking in the activities around her.

Caitlyn turned, focusing on a burly dwarf in leather briefs that seemed to have an air of authority. “Excuse me, Sir. I’m supposed to meet Lady Dark.”

“Are ya now.” The dwarf gave a slight nod at the honorific. “Lucky you. Follow me, Lass.” He lead Caitlyn to a sturdy door in the back, and pounded on it three times. “Dark expectin’ someone?” he barked. As if in reply, the door swung open. “Best behave yurself.” Her gestured for Caitlyn pendik escort to go through the portal. “Or don’t. Yur tail.”

On the other side was a very large, muscular man in a full leather mask. Just the mask. Caitlyn had to check herself from staring at his impressive ‘equipment’. She guessed he was a half-orc by the greenish tint to his skin, but she didn’t ask. The mask looked tight enough that answering might be difficult. He turned wordlessly an started down the passage beyond.

The public dungeon and club had been crowded, bright, and well appointed. A contrast to this plain, shadowy tunnel. The noise of the festivities quickly faded behind her. They descended a flight of stairs until Caitlyn was fairly sure they were underground before coming to another sturdy door. The half-orc knocked twice and pushed it open.

Beyond was an office, of a sort. The desk was quite low to the floor and the chair was several large pillows. There were several ornate rugs and a few stuffed bookcases. Caitlyn’s eye, however, was drawn to the room’s occupant: a Drow reclined on the pillow/chair at the desk. And aside from a heavy metal collar, she was entirely nude. Her blueish black skin might have obscured her, if not for her fall of alabaster hair almost luminescent despite the dim light.

“Ah, my guest.” She said in a low, silky voice with a fairly thick accent. “Thank you, Drom. That will be all.” She gracefully rose to her feet, provoking a rattle of chain that Caitlyn realized was anchoring her collar to the wall behind the pillow, limiting her movement. She took one step forward, leaving slack in her tether. “Welcome to my club. You may call me Lady Dark, though for convenience, I will also accept Ma’am. I apologize for my… apparel, but my clothing is currently out of my reach.” She gestured to a set of additional pillows across from her desk.

“I take no offense.” replied Caitlyn, attempting to gracefully deposit herself into the seat. “My name is Caitlyn. But if I may ask, why are you chained to the wall of your own club?”

“Ah.” The Lady resumed her seat, rolling her eyes. “A temporary arrangement with Drom. An amusement between us.” She gestured to the hall, presumably indicating the half-orc guide. “He wears his mask as long as I wear this collar. It is inconvenient but I do love the effect such a specimen in a mask has on a visitor. And as for my situation, well, we are not really negotiating. I already have something you want. Chained or not, I have the upper hand.”

“Yes.” agreed Caitlyn. “I was told you have a grimoire.”

“I am in possession of something better.” Lady Dark smiled, a touch wolfishly. “I possess copies of a grimoire. The book itself is a powerful artifact I could not part with for anything less than a fortune. A copy, however, still contains the knowledge you seek, though none of the actual power.”

“The price did concern me.” admitted Caitlyn. “Still does, if I’m honest, but I feel better. How much are we talking?”

“In coin?” said the Lady. “One hundred and fifty gold pieces.”

Caitlyn’s right eye twitched slightly at the amount. Not impossible, but she would have to borrow from the group and eat only what Farrah could forage for a while.

Lady Dark picked up on her discomfort. “Indeed. A good scribe is expensive.” She traced her figure along her tether idly. “But as I said, that would be in coin. Other arrangements might be made.”

“I would be anxious to hear those.” murmured Caitlyn.

“Of course, but first a demonstration.” Lady Dark reached to a convenient shelf an pulled free a thin book. She lay it on the desk between them. “This is such a copy. Not to impinge upon your honesty, but if you think to grab it and run, I cannot give chase, but Drom is right outside the door.”

“I have more respect for your security, if not your person. Uh, Ma’am.” said Caitlyn. “Now what were you going to demonstrate.”

“You misunderstand, My Kitten.” Lady Dark slid the book across the desk. “It is you who will demonstrate to me. Perform a ritual from the book. If you are able, we will discuss further.”

Kitten? Not sure if the Lady’s accent had mangled her name or it was a deliberate inclusion, Caitlyn let the word slide. She picked up the book and opened it, taking in the complex script inside. She recognized… some of it immediately. This was not going to be impossible. Or easy. She flipped a few pages. Yes, several of the early pages were not… as complex as some of the others. She chose a page and studied it. Yes, she could do this one. It would allow her to sculpt objects out of pure force for a short time. The context of the grimoire were restraints and shackles. “Yes.” Caitlyn confirmed. “I believe I can.” She glanced up to the Lady. “It will take a few minutes.”

The Lady smiled coolly and tugged once on her chain. “I do not appear to be going anywhere.”

“Right. Uh, Ma’am.” Caitlyn turned her attention toward the page. This was going to be made slightly more tricky be her distractingly not dressed companion. Caitlyn would have to focus.

The first part of the page was the actual ritual itself. What Caitlyn would need to do for activation. The second half focused on use which the tiefling would concern herself with if she actually succeeded. She read through the instructions twice, was relieved that she would not need any materials, and began.

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The palace burned.

But the fire wasn’t real–not yet. No smoke choked the dusk sky, no flame licked the gilded towers. But in my mind’s eye, it already smoldered. The marble halls where I learned to read, the chamber where my mother died giving me life, the golden throne where my father ranted in madness and cruelty–all of it ash in waiting.

I walked slowly down the corridor one last time. My boots echoed on the cold marble. I passed the mural of the First Empress, her hand outstretched in victory. My fingers lingered on the carved stone beneath it. I remembered being five, hiding behind the pillars while courtiers bickered. I paused at the door to my mother’s chamber–now a tomb of velvet and dust. Her mirror still stood by the hearth, its surface silvered and cracked. I couldn’t look into it.

In the throne room, the golden chair still stood gleaming in silence. I stepped closer. Sat upon it. The cushions were cold. For a moment, I saw myself not as I was, but as I might have been–crowned, worshiped, feared. Then the vision shattered.

Kimberly placed a hand on my back. “We need to go.”

I turned to her. My half-sister. Taller, darker, sculpted like a goddess of war. Her skin was deep bronze, her waist impossibly small above hips that defied armor, and her hair, tightly braided, hung heavy like a warrior’s crown. She was the image of her mother, an exotic dancer from a far-off land that our father had taken a liking to. Even now, with her greatsword slung across her back and her traveling leathers dusty from preparation, she looked carved from fire-hardened obsidian.

I was nothing like her.

My reflection was pale, my hair the shade of new gold, my curves generous and impossible to disguise even beneath thick wool cloaks. When servants whispered behind their hands of my beauty, it was always with awe or envy. Men stared. Women watched. Sometimes, I felt like a relic of a better time, a living sculpture. But none of that helped me now.

I hesitated. The golden throne still beckoned behind me.

Kimberly squeezed esenler escort my shoulder. “Sophie.”

“I know.”

But I didn’t move. Not right away. My body remained still, but inside, my mind warred. If I left now, I was abandoning it all–not just the palace or the capital, but the idea of what I was supposed to become. The Empress. The heir. I could stay. Call upon every spell I had mastered. Make the invaders burn. They’d called me the greatest mage of my generation. I could make that true.

But I wouldn’t survive. And even if I did, I’d be alone.

Kimberly sensed it. Her hand lingered on the pommel of her blade.

I clenched my fists. A thread of magic slipped from my fingers–raw and unfocused. It arced through the air like violet lightning and struck the far wall, cracking marble with a hiss.

Kimberly stepped back on instinct, drawing her sword halfway. But when she realized I hadn’t aimed at her, she just looked at me with concern. “Careful.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

I took a breath. Magic wasn’t supposed to slip from me like that. I had always been in control. But now, I was fraying.

A steward caught up to us near the stables, breathless. “Princess, there’s still time. If we rally the northern guard–“

“No,” I said. “They’d turn on us.”

“They might not.”

“They will.”

He looked down, ashamed. “We’ll hold them off as long as we can.”

I nodded once. “Thank you.”

We walked toward the stables in silence.

My cousin Oliver was already mounted. His horse stamped impatiently as he adjusted his reins. He looked like a man made for dark forests and cold wine halls: lean, brooding, with eyes too clever to trust. He wore his house colors–green and silver–but his face was unreadable.

“You’re late,” he said.

“We’re here,” Kimberly snapped, mounting in one fluid motion.

I followed, more slowly, my body still sore from days without sleep. I winced as I swung my leg over the saddle.

“We ride west,” I said. “Along the river road. Avoid the main crossings if we can. I want to reach the forest by dawn.”

Oliver gave a tight nod. “And from bayrampaşa escort there?”

“To Aichelle.”

The name hung between us like a question.

He didn’t react.

Kimberly did. “You sure they’re loyal?”

“He’s my uncle. My mother’s brother.”

Kimberly said nothing. But I saw it in her eyes. Doubt.

We rode through the night. The air was cold, the stars scattered above like broken glass. The fields lay dead and wet beneath us. In the distance, fires flickered where rebel camps still celebrated. The Mad Emperor was gone. My father.

I felt no grief.

Only a hollow sort of relief.

By dawn, we reached the river. Oliver led us to a ford he claimed was unused. The water was fast, biting cold, and nearly swallowed the horses’ legs, but we crossed without incident. I had to cling to my saddle horn, teeth clenched, as magic surged in my fingers, ready to shield if needed. But the trees on the far side welcomed us like old friends.

“I don’t like it,” Kimberly said as we guided the horses up the embankment.

“The ford?”

“The quiet.” She scanned the woods, her hand never straying far from her hilt. “Too easy to follow. Too easy to ambush.”

“We’re only three.”

“One of us is the heir to the Empire.”

I had no answer to that.

We slept in turns that day, under a grove of willows. I conjured a simple illusion spell, enough to blur sight and mask sound, but it left my focus raw. Though I was trained, magic still responded to emotion. And mine ran ragged.

Kimberly watched me wrap my hands in cloth after casting.

“You should rest.”

“Later.”

She looked like she wanted to argue, but said nothing. That was her way.

Oliver spoke little. He rode ahead, scouted the paths, marked the wind. When we camped, he ate alone. Kimberly didn’t trust him, and I couldn’t blame her. But I needed him. His lands were our best chance. If Duke Thadeus still held loyalty to my mother’s memory, we might find shelter behind his walls.

That night, Kimberly confronted me as I boiled water over the campfire.

“You still think they’ll take you in?”

“He’s blood.”

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I looked away. The shadows cast by the fire made her look like something half-divine. I thought of how different we were. How much simpler life might have been if we shared more than a father.

“He’s our only option,” I said.

She nodded, slowly. “Just be ready if he betrays you.”

—

Two nights later, we reached the outer hills of Aichelle. The city loomed to the south, but we kept to the woods, riding in the shadow of the high walls. Oliver led us along forgotten hunting trails until the great stone gates of the estate emerged from the mist.

To my surprise, two figures stood at the gate–guards.

No, not just guards.

Orcs.

Towering, broad-shouldered, tusked. One had mottled gray-green skin, the other darker with a ring of scars across his bare arms. They held massive spears and wore iron-plated harnesses. And beside them stood two human men in livery.

I pulled my horse to a halt. “Orcs?”

“They’ve been serving some noble houses since the war,” Oliver said. “Mercenaries. Bodyguards.”

“One orc is worth fifty soldiers,” Kimberly muttered. “They don’t come cheap.”

I stared, uncertain. Orcs were magic-resistant–nearly immune to most of my spells.

They stood, relaxed but watchful, clearly integrated into the estate’s security.

Was this my uncle’s doing?

Or someone else’s?

The orcs watched us approach, their eyes sharp beneath heavy brows. For the first time since leaving the palace, I felt truly vulnerable.

We rode up to the gate. Oliver called out. The orcs recognized him. Then, slowly, the gates opened.

Inside, servants scurried like shadows. They bowed when they saw me, but their eyes flicked nervously to Kimberly’s sword and the blood still staining our cloaks. They led us to rooms in the east wing. Mine had high windows, silken sheets, and a view of the orchard. It smelled faintly of lavender and dust.

Uncle Thadeus came that evening. He looked tired. His beard was gray now, his clothes simple. But his eyes were bright. He bowed.

“Princess.”

“Uncle.”

He embraced me.

“You did right to come. We remain loyal to your mother’s line. To you.”

I held back tears. Later, on the balcony, Kimberly stood beside me. The stars gleamed above.

“So what now?” she asked.

I watched the moonlight trace the hills.

“We survive,” I said.

“And then we fight.”

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The central lounge of the Heavensway Warren twinkled with starlight as Vix took care hanging the last glimmering ornament. Since the branches were already laden with tinsel and glowbauble fruits, he decided to hook it onto one of the loops of ivy twining around the great Solstice tree’s trunk, where there was still plenty of hanging space. In Vix’s opinion, it looked quite pretty next to the purple ivy flowers.

As he took a step back, he felt a big, silly smile spreading across his face, and his ears perked up to their fullest height. He loved this time of year.

The tree’s branches swept down in thick, lustrous green waves. It was beautifully bushy, the perfect picture of a Rose Valley Solstice tree. Aside from the bald spot in the back, but that was fine, nobody could see that. The glowbaubles–a lucky find from long ago, carefully packed away and reused year after year–glimmered and blinked from within the foliage, bright tropical fish hiding within dark coral reefs. Nearby angel chimes filled the hall with soft, gentle music as their candles burned down toward stubs.

He put his hands on his hips and admired his handiwork, gazing up with unregulated delight at a tree that, at twelve feet tall, stood about three times his height. The Solstice tree was always the best part of winter lockdown, a reminder of the colors and lights that would lie in wait when the winter chills and spring heatcycles were safely behind them.

“G’night, Vix.” Vix jumped slightly as he felt a hand swat his rear. He spun to see another buck en route to the exit giving him a faint smile. “Hey, good job not messing it up for once!”

Vix felt his ears flattening. His cheeks went hot. “Um… thanks, Heff. I think?.”

Heff’s smile turned into an unmistakable smirk just before he turned away, rabbit ears playfully flicking outward. “Hey, any day Vix manages to complete an upperworld errand without leading twenty does in heat back into the Warren, we call it a win.”

Vix suppressed the urge to stomp his foot. “It was… only five does,” he mumbled. His cheeks burned hotter as Heff’s only answer was a teasing flick of the tail.

He turned back to the source of Heff’s rare praise. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t help his satisfied smile returning, long ears perking right back up.

It was a gorgeous tree, truly. The thick ivy actually sort of complemented it, made it seem even more luscious and full than it was. Strictly, the tree scout was supposed to strip any extra plants off–just in case–but in this case, those little flowers had just been a little too charming to tear out. Nobody seemed to mind, anyways.

The angel chimes’ magic would preserve the tree all winter long, and when it began to fade, their scouts would bring back potted flowers to replace its eerie wonder with the brightness of spring.

The room was empty now. It was just him and the tree. Vix supposed he ought to be getting to bed, but… well, maybe a few moments more.

He clasped his hands behind his back and breathed in deep of the sweet pine scents. Pride glowed in his chest. Heff was right about one thing–this was a win for Vix. He’d found the perfect tree, and everyone knew it. Maybe now the other bucks would start giving him more responsibilities, would start to trust his abilities again. And he’d do well on those, and then they’d trust him more, and maybe eventually…

… well, maybe eventually the Equinox Incident would start to fade from people’s minds, and he could move on.

Of course, even thinking about the Equinox Incident made him flush hot. Those five bunnygirls effortlessly dismantling the Warren’s entire defense force with one waft of their breeding pheromones, strutting right past the guards’ twitching, moaning, helplessly masturbating forms to have their way with their pick of the Warren’s bucks, or to toy with the guards themselves…

He was so distracted by trying to ignore how his cock was starting to twitch, he almost didn’t notice the faint movement from within the tree’s foliage.

When he did, he stopped short and stared into the rustling branches.

At first, he assumed he’d accidentally let some sort of animal in. Oh, gods, he hoped it wasn’t a fox. It was so embarrassing when the prey instincts kicked in for normal animals and the whole Warren had to spend a week in panic trying to shoo the poor creature out and everything smelled of predatorscent for weeks after and everyone blamed Vix for it and–

–but then he spotted the source of the movement.

Vix blinked.

It was one of the little purple ivy flowers, one that hadn’t bloomed yet. He realized he didn’t recognize the type of flowers exactly, meaning it was probably an invasive ivy, not native to the forest.

Well… all the better he’d ripped it out of the ground, right?

Except that it was definitely moving.

And it seemed… larger than it had a minute ago. It was almost the size of a mouse now. Had it always been that big?

He squinted at it, then shrugged güngören escort and turned back to his work. He had to get the floor swept before he could go to sleep, and he was truly exhausted after a hard day’s work. It was probably just some sort of minor carnivorous ivy looking for flies.

A few minutes went by in silence. Silence save for the rhythmic chimes of the candle bells and the rustle of the broom’s bristles. Vix was determined to do a good job on this last task of the day. Getting to do the cleanup was his reward for the tree retrieval, a recognition that he’d done a good enough job to be trusted with another. That was what the other bucks had assured him, at least.

As he was approaching the end and ready to retrieve the dustpan, Vix thought he heard a giggle.

It was sweet and musical, almost indistinguishable from the angel chimes. And yet it also sounded awfully…

… feminine.

Vix spun around, raising the broom defensively. His heart was pounding. Stop. Stop panicking. Remember the breathing. Small, steady breaths. Careful breaths. Tasting the air.

There was no one there, anyways. It was just him and the tree.

And the ivy.

And that flower bud, which was now the size of his head, heavy enough that it had sunk down to settle upon the floor of the warren’s central hall.

“Um.” Vix swallowed. Now, that. That was definitely… at least a little concerning, right?

He advanced cautiously towards the flower, heart fluttering. Slowly, he reached out a hand towards the massive flower bud…

Then he stopped. What am I doing? This is clearly magic. Like, obviously. It’s probably some sort of enchanted flower, or… or dryad, even. That didn’t slow his heartrate any. You need to be careful. You need to be smart. The whole Warren could be counting on you here.

He poked it with the end of the broom.

The flower pulsed slightly at the touch. It seemed to swell a little. Nothing else happened.

Vix relaxed, but only slightly. Okay. So it wasn’t… aggressive, at least. It was just a weird flower. Still, he really should tell someone.

He turned towards the doorway. Yes, something like this certainly needed to be reported at once. He’d just go and wake up Heff or Pad and tell them that he’d fucked up again and brought in some dangerous magic flower that could compromise the whole warren.

His ears drooped.

He’d done it right as they were finishing winter lockdown, too. That meant they’d be basically trapped with the thing all winter if they didn’t immediately cancel the closure, unlock and reopen one of the hatches, and arrange for the flower to be taken back out and returned to its proper place. They’d have to send some unlucky buck to handle the disposal.

Probably the idiot who’d brought it in here to begin with.

Vix bit his lip.

Maybe… maybe he could tell Disti. Disti was always nice to everyone. She might not even yell at him. And as a gatekeeper, she actually had a key, which would make all of this much easier. She could get one of the back doors open and help him just… well, toss it out into the upperworld. No harm done.

But that would mean looking like an idiot in front of Disti. And he got so shy around her sometimes he could barely even manage words.

Gods, this was embarrassing.

You’re being an idiot, he scolded himself. Immediately defaulting to ask a girl for help? Typical buckbrain. I’ll just… I’ll just deal with this myself.

He swallowed, eyes darting back to the purple flower bud as it pulsed and expanded another inch.

As… as soon as I finish sweeping, obviously!

He hastened to retrieve the dustpan, keeping his gaze carefully off of the flower and putting it as far out of his mind as it could go. He’d worry about it when he was finished with this. It was fine.

It was all… perfectly fine.

Those, um, angel chimes were certainly being loud, he thought, bending down to carefully gather up the dust, pine needles and broken glass from that one ornament Fyl had dropped earlier. He brought the dustpan over to the disposal, opened the chute, poured the mess down, and snapped the chute shut.

Something gave his butt a pinch.

Vix squeaked and spun around so fast he nearly fell on his butt.

The flower bud hadn’t just grown to a massive size. People-sized. Human-sized.

The flower had blossomed.

And there was a girl inside.

Vix’s breath caught.

The lady in the ivy flower had pale green skin that shimmered like grass after the first frost. She had dark violet hair that swirled up in a cute vintage bouffant, its languid, twisting whorls holding little gold and silver glitter-stars that twinkled from within. Her pale orange eyes were large, but deeply veiled beneath thick lashes and dark-dusted lids. She was… absurdly pretty. Maybe the prettiest girl Vix had ever seen.

The only thing this girl was ‘wearing’ was the flower itself, which rose up snugly to just merter escort barely conceal her massive chest. The flower’s violet hue almost matched her hair, yet couldn’t quite match the intensity, the… depth. With the glitter, her hair was like a twilight of faint blinking stars.

Vix stared up at her, and he could feel his cheeks reddening, his ears pinned flat against his head.

Bucks were… short. Vix only bumped four and a half feet on his tiptoes, and that only if you counted the ears. This girl wasn’t that tall by human standards, but compared to him…

Not to mention the curves. He was trying very hard not to mention the curves, not to even think about the curves.

This girl had the kind of decadent curves that most does could only dream of. Curves most bucks tried desperately not to. Her breasts visibly squished against the confines of the blossom, and through he couldn’t really see the swell of her hips, he could see the part of the pitcher-like ivy flower that pushed outward as if struggling to contain it

Breedable. The thought sprang into Vix’s head before he could stop it. He bit his lower lip, trying to will his cheeks not to redden any worse. Childbearing hips. No. No, stop.

This was bad. This was very, very, very bad.

The flower girl smiled sweetly down at him, batting her lashes in a way that made his breath catch. “Hi there!” she cooed. “My name’s, um, Alraune. What’s your name?”

Vix swallowed. He clasped his hands in front of him, trying desperately to keep his composure. “V… Vix, ma’am.” He sketched a bow, using the motion to disguise a step backwards. “But, um… but that can’t be your real name, right?”

“Why not?” She cocked her head at almost a right angle, pouting down at him. Her lips looked so luscious and full…

“W-Well. I just mean, it’s a very nice name, but it’s not exactly a name, is it?” Vix laughed weakly. Make conversation. Talk about anything. Don’t look like an idiot. Don’t let her notice what she’s doing to you. Don’t breathe in too deep. “Alraunes, those are, um… a species, are they not?” He’d heard of alraunes, though he couldn’t exactly remember from where. They were like dryads, weren’t they? “And every alraune surely can’t be named Alraune.”

“Oh!” She blinked, then giggled. “You must be right. You’re so smart!” She twirled a lock of her hair.

Vix blushed hot. “Oh! Oh, well, um, I don’t… know about that.”

The alraune didn’t respond. She was apparently thinking hard, and Vix took the opportunity to take another step backward. He was at the exit. Then he could start running.

She lit up, eyes returning to him, and he froze stiff. “Ooh, I know! You can call me Ivy.” She beamed, gesturing to her flower. “Isn’t that a pretty name?”

Vix laughed weakly. “Um, yes! That’s a lovely name.”

“Aww, thanks!” Ivy preened. “You’re so sweet!”

Her happiness was infectious. Vix found himself relaxing slightly, but only slightly. At least Ivy didn’t seem too clever. Maybe this was still… salvageable. “Yes, well.” He lingered in the doorway. “May I ask, um… how you got here?”

“Oh, you brought me in, Vix!” Ivy giggled.

“But–but that was just some… ivy,” Vix said weakly. It sounded stupid even as he said it.

“Uh-huh!” Ivy’s eyes sparkled. “See, my plant is really, really good at, like, taking root. No matter where I get planted, as long as I can find nutrients, I can grow there!”

“O-Oh? So, you’re… actually part of the plant? Not some sort of spirit, or… or woman bonded with the plant, or something like that?”

“Uh-huh!” Ivy nodded eagerly. “I mean, a really special kind of plant, but… why?” She frowned. “Is that important?”

“No.” Vix felt himself relaxing a little more. A plant. Okay. Plants didn’t need to breed with bunnyboys. Plants didn’t have pheromones. It sounded like the only people alraunes might mess with were, like, honeymaids, dopterines, that sort of thing. Pollinators. Right? He didn’t know enough about flowers to be sure. “It’s just… we weren’t expecting you here.”

“Aw, I’m sorry.” Ivy put a finger to those beestung lips. “Should I leave?”

Vix hesitated. Can it be that easy? “Maybe?” He took a careful step closer, still trying to breathe in through his mouth. Just in case. But Ivy’s pouty expression weirdly made him feel a little guilty. She looked so genuinely worried. “But, um, there’s no need to… I mean, you haven’t done anything to apologize for. I’m the one who messed up!”

“Oh! I’m sure that’s not true.” Ivy shook her head quickly. “You’re so smart, Vix! You know so much about things.”

Vix felt his cheeks getting hotter. Any compliments usually overwhelmed him, but praise coming coming from a pretty girl? A really, really pretty girl? A pretty girl smiling at him like that? Careful. Careful. Don’t get buckbrained. “I–I’m, um. Thank you?”

“You’re welcome!” Ivy’s smile brightened. She leaned over the edge of the flower. Vix felt like she was dangerously zeytinburnu escort close to spilling right out of it. Or her breasts were, anyways. “So, um, where are we, Vix?”

“We’re in the Heavensway Warren.” Vix tried to keep his eyes off her tits. He tried very hard.

“Ooh! Where’s that?” She seemed to perk up. Every time she moved, those tits bounced.

“I-It’s–w-well, it’s a sanctuary under the Heavensway.”

“Where’s that?”

“It’s a mountain pass leading out of the Rose Valley and up towards the Far North.” Vix didn’t want to question how little Ivy seemed to know. Clearly Ivy didn’t spend a lot of time around other people–or maybe being newly bloomed had fragmented her plant’s memories, or something. “And you mustn’t ask me where the Rose Valley is, because–well, because all I know is it’s on the eastern side of the Path. I’ve never seen a map bigger than just us.”

“What’s the Path?”

Vix stared at her. “The Glowpebble Path? The–” He stopped short, noticing a gleam in those pretty orange eyes. “You’re, um, joking, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hm.” Ivy covered a giggle. “Sorry, cutie. You’re just being so helpful!”

Vix’s cheeks were burning again. He tapped his foot. “I–well, anyways. We do need to figure out how to get you out of here, uh… comfortably.”

“Comfortably?”

“Safely, I mean.” Vix had to suppress the urge to squirm. Ivy had started fidgeting, and unfortunately, her idea of fidgeting… apparently meant meant playing with her breasts right in front of him. Squeezing them. Kneading them. They looked so soft. So comfortable. “We’ve just about finished sealing the hatches for the winter, and they’re kind of difficult to reopen before spring. Especially without…” Ivy bounced her tits together, and his whole train of thought ran into quicksand. “W… without…”

He trailed off, struggling desperately to keep his eyes on Ivy’s.

“Are there any girls in the Warren?” Those eyes shimmered with innocent curiosity. It took Vix a moment to register what the question had been.

“Well. One.” Vix managed a weak smile. “Just Disti. She, um, only realized she was a girl recently, and we all know her pretty well, so…”

“Why aren’t there more?” Ivy’s head tilted.

“We’re a sanctuary warren.”

“What’s that?”

Vix cocked his head, ears flicking. Ivy’s voice had gotten strangely soft, so he took a step closer to hear her better. “It’s… a warren for bunnyfolk who don’t want to, um. You know.”

“I do?”

Vix took a deep breath, careful not to breathe through his nose. He was starting to feel a little fuzzy, but that had to just be exhaustion. It was very late, and he had been out all day…

Vix took a step closer, hesitated, then mumbled a single word:

“B-Breed.”

“Huh?” Ivy raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”

Now he was the one being too quiet. Vix took a step closer and raised his voice a hair. “Breed,” he said. “I-I mean, the… bunnyfolk, we have this, um… whole thing about it. I mean, once Disti figured out she was a girl, she basically immediately had to start taking the herbs to suppress her pheromones if she wanted to stay. Even one unknown doe could throw the whole warren into chaos.”

“Oh, wow!” Ivy blinked big, sparkly orange eyes. This close, her whole form looked weirdly… shimmery. Blurry, almost. But her breasts kept coming into brilliant focus whenever he let his vision stray. Her eyes were hard to watch–he had to crane his neck, in fact–but the way she was leaning down, her tits were almost at eye level. “What about other girls? Like, humans?”

“N-Not as bad. But… similar problem.” Vix ducked his head shyly from Ivy’s slightly amused gaze. “I mean, we also put out our own pheromones. Disti’s herbs aren’t just to prevent her own scent, it’s to protect her from our scents… activating her. And any female’s scent will set us off, really.”

“And… what about me?”

Something about Ivy’s voice sounded different. Vix wanted to look her in the eye, to try to gauge her current expression, but meeting such a pretty girl’s gaze felt… overwhelming. Almost humiliating. Like he was naked in front of her.

So he kept staring at her chest.

“It’s… probably fine,” he managed, watching her tits squish between her hands, watching them bounce together as the world seemed to slow down…

“Uh-huuuh?”

“Y-Yeah.” He squirmed. “I mean… you’re a plant, not a, um, mammal. Plants don’t put out pheromones or anything. Right?”

“Aw, you’re sooo smart, sweetie.” Did something in her voice sound almost teasing now? Vix couldn’t focus on it. “But you’re still not breathing through your nose around me, right? Just in case?”

“Just in case.”

“But you’re still breathing in?”

Vix nodded weakly.

“Hm~”

“And.” Vix licked his lips. “And we should really be getting you out of here. I mean, before…”

“So how many of you little bunnyboys are there in this warren?”

“F-Fifty-nine, plus Disti.”

“Ooh, Disti sounds cute~!”

“She’s. Really, really cute.” Vix giggled, torn between a confused sense of relief that he wasn’t receiving Ivy’s full attention and also… envy? “I mean, it feels like half the warren is crushing on her. I think she feels weird about that, though. It’s just… you know.”

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It was hot, and the humidity during the rainy season was unbearable. Trekking through the dense forest was already risky, but Hector and the thousands of knights next to him had no other choice. They were the last hope dozens of villages had to rescue their missing loved ones. It had started off small a couple of seasons ago, a few maidens having gone missing here and there, but like a plague, the numbers grew exponentially to the point there were villages devoid of women. No one knew where the women had disappeared to, with rumors of them being eaten by monsters, the specifics of which changed each time the rumor was told. It wasn’t until a farmer, whose wife had gone missing last summer, managed to catch a tall red figure with horns carrying his only daughter into the woods in the middle of the night that people began to realize what was going on.

It took the combined effort of the best trackers in all the realms to follow the trail the mysterious figure left behind, a faint stench of sulfur lingering in the air. Only a handful of the dozen returned with the answer to the question that had plagued everyone’s minds.

Demons!

Infernal creatures of the underworld that fed on anything living, occasionally feasting on their own kind. A council consisting of the kings of various kingdoms was held, and it was there where the trackers explained what they found. Beyond the unmapped forest, which even seasoned adventurers would avoid venturing into at night, was a large cave blocked by a powerful barrier cast with magic so sinister and vile that it made the mage accompanying them vomit. However, the cave was nothing more than an entrance to hell, which they managed to enter using a short-range teleportation scroll. It led to a massive necropolis, which the demons called home, and the color drained from all the nobles present when the trackers told them the hellspawns numbered in the thousands. The necropolis was the size of three kingdoms combined. Still, a few of the surviving trackers suspected it was even larger than that since they never saw the bottom of the bottom levels of the underground city.

Yet, despite the news that demons walked the mortal realm, one aspect confused everyone, including the trackers who saw the fiends with their own eyes. They’d only seen female demons, all taller than the sturdiest knights and undeniably beautiful. A legion of only female demons was perplexing since there’d never been a record of one ever being formed in hell. It meant that the hierarchy in the burning hells beneath their feet had changed and that there was a new ruler who was no longer satisfied with their conquest of the other lords of hell.

Knowing that the longer they waited, the worse the situation became, a decision was made to mobilize a combined army of the best knights each kingdom could spare to wipe out the demons before they became too great of a threat. It was why Hector was marching through the forest with them, wanting to ensure that many of his comrades returned home to what was left of their families. Although Hector was a part of the army, he was the furthest thing possible from being able to slay an elderly drunkard, let alone a demon. He was only 5’5 and so feminine he put the fairest maidens in all the lands to shame, mistaken for one by everyone who met him. His smooth chocolate figure was curvaceous with plumpness in all the wrong areas for a man, coming together to form a perfectly round, voluptuous rear so grand it barely fit in the trousers he wore. It jiggled with every step he took, and thanks to his hips naturally swaying, his juicy buttocks looked so enticing it could give a king’s statue a hard-on. Hector had no valuable muscle mass, all of which went to the crown jewel, the beautiful chocolate star hidden between his plump cheeks. It was so tight that it could snap the pole of a spear in half, and unbeknownst to its owner, the healing magic he specialized in ensured it would always remain so.

Healing magic was exceptionally rare but powerful, so much so that General Edward, who was in command of the army, assigned Hector to his elite squad to protect him. Traveling by day beneath the scorching sun was the only way for the army to reach the cave while the sun was still up and preserve their numbers for the upcoming battle. Plenty of knights complained about the heat, but they stopped after General Edward told them to enjoy it, reminding them that many of them would never leave the cave. Reminding his soldiers that death was sure to claim a majority of them, the knight in the army began exchanging notes they’d written to their families, giving them to the comrades they thought had the greatest chance of surviving.

By the time they reached the cave, the sun had just begun to set, and there was no questioning whether they were in the right place. Bones and broken armor were scattered everywhere, the remains of foolish adventurers who sought to rescue their kidnapped female companions. It was a demoralizing sight, but it worsened even more when one of General Edward’s captains pointed out that there wasn’t a single corpse topkapı escort belonging to a demon among the sea of human bones.

Fear began to spread amongst their ranks, and a few knights even spoke of desertion, but General Edward quickly calmed his men down. He reminded them of what was at stake and who they were here for. Almost every knight took out a memento that belonged to their missing family member and steeled their resolve.

Husbands came looking for their wives.

Brothers for their sisters.

Fathers for their daughters.

Sons for their mothers.

They’d all had someone precious taken from them and were now ready to face certain death if it meant there was a chance to rescue them. General Edward called forth an archmage he’d fought with on numerous battlefields to dispel the barrier preventing them from entering the cave. Hector watched as the elderly man’s eyes glowed a bright blue, and a magic circle formed in the fog blocking their path. The seasoned mage began sweating, showing clear signs that he was struggling to dispel the barrier, but after a few moments, the fog blocking them began to dissipate. There were cheers from the men behind him, and even Hector saw it as a sign that things might not be as bad as they thought, but their cheers were quickly silenced.

Feminine laughter that sounded inhuman and carried a sinister undertone began echoing from the cave, sending chills down the spines of all the knights who heard it. General Edward yelled at his men to get a grip, but even he was caught off guard by what happened next. The mage, whom Hector learned was named Finrell, was by the cave’s entrance catching his breath when suddenly a large rad hand emerged from the darkness and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into the shadowy void. Hector covered his ears but could still hear them. The cries for help turned to anguished screams that were followed by more sinister laughter from the female demons. He heard Finrell release another blood-curdling scream, but it was abruptly cut short as incoherent gurgles took their place, and before anyone could even unsheath their blades, an eerie silence was all that remained.

A symphony of overlapping demonic laughter echoed out of the cave, and Hector had to look away. One of the demons told them they could have something back. Finrell’s limbless and headless torso was carelessly tossed out of the cave with his abdomen torn open, gutted clean of all his organs. The fiendish creatures even tore the old man’s manhood off of his frail body. The demons snickered from the shadows, telling the knight they preferred the young ones since they tasted better and could play with them longer before they broke. Hector felt a chill run up his spine when he saw half a dozen glowing red eyes shine brightly from the cave, each with giant smiles showing off the rows of dagger-like sharp teeth inside their mouths. They faded into the darkness one by one, and General Edward dismounted his horse once they’d all disappeared. He walked up to what remained of his friend Finrell and carried him away to give him the proper burial he deserved.

As he walked past Hector, he looked at the feminine healer with rage-filled tears running down his face and spoke loud enough for everyone around him to hear.

“Look at how vile they are and remember that our loved ones are in their clutches. I shall give my fallen friend the burial he’s long since earned, and once I’m done… We’ll make each and every one of them pay. Hear me, men,…Not a single demon survives today!”

[A Massacre Unlike Any Other]

The army descended into the cave, the temperature getting hotter and hotter as if they were entering hell itself, with the stench of sulfur lingering in the air like smoke after a fire. As instructed, Hector stuck close to General Edward, who couldn’t shake the feeling something was amiss. They’d been walking down into the cave for over an hour but had yet to encounter a single demon. Suddenly, Hector saw a bright glowing object in front of them and pointed it out to everyone. They cautiously approached the object, and upon reaching it, General Edward understood why the cave was empty.

“Jacob, you fool!… You should’ve waited for us to arrive! What am I to say to your son if we return?”

The path in front of them was littered with the corpses of demons, but all that remained of their slayer was his holy sword and the arm that was still clutching it tightly. Hector and the men behind him couldn’t believe it. Jacob Rowan was the Church of Light’s champion and was renowned throughout the land for his battles against hordes of monsters of various kinds, nearly all of which he slew alone. For a legendary warrior like Jacob to meet his end here meant that even the seasoned knights who kept their composure thus far knew they were just as mortal as the hero they all looked up to. General Edward took the holy sword from Jacob’s severed arm and said a quick prayer for the fallen legend before continuing down the cave, his men all doing the same as they passed bağcılar escort where the Church of Light’s champion fell.

It wasn’t long after that the army finally reached the necropolis, which was massive, just as the trackers had reported. General Edward quickly surveyed the large underground city before him and pointed out what looked like a palace to all his men. He called both of his commanders to the front and immediately began going over their plan of attack.

“Arthur, I want you and the Phoenix battalion to attack the right side. Some stairs descend further down into the pit. If there’s a portal to hell anywhere in the godforsaken place, it’ll be there. Seal it at all cost!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Marcus, you’ll take the Onyx battalion down the left side. Search for the kidnapped women. If they’re not found within an hour, I want you to join Arthur in finding the portal.”

“Yes, sir! What’ll you do?”

“I will take the bulk of our forces and launch a frontal assault on the palace. If what we know about demons is true, killing whomever they serve will banish them all back to hell. Failure is not an option, men. We either succeed here or everyone back home will suffer the same fate as Finrell, understood?”

A synchronized “Yes, sir” echoed through the large underground chamber as every man in the army understood what was at stake. With newfound morale, the army split into three groups and attacked the demon’s home. Hector stuck closely to the general and the elite squad protecting him. General Edward led the charge at the front as the vanguard, wielding Jacob’s holy sword, which a few demons struggled to even look at. With no remorse, hesitation, or mercy in his swings, General Edward began cutting down the demons like wheat stalks ready to be harvested. The army easily punched through the demon’s defenses, causing morale to skyrocket, but something bothered the General.

‘This…This is too easy! It…It shouldn’t be this one-sided!’

The feeling of uneasiness that General Edward had felt earlier had returned. He took a second to survey the battle happening around him, watching as his men killed the demons attacking them with an efficiency that should only be possible when fighting other, lesser-trained men. It didn’t make any sense until he realized it.

The demons they were fighting were different. They didn’t carry the same sinister and terrifying aura that the ones who killed Fenrill had. General Edward quickly approached one of the demon corpses on the ground and knelt down to inspect it with Hector beside him. It was just as he’d feared. The demons they were fighting were smaller, weaker, and surprisingly, all male, all with a slave collar around their necks.

“I-Imps!!”

“What?”

“They’re imps, General Edward. Lesser demons, but…even they aren’t supposed to be relegated as slaves.”

“What they are is irrelevant! What matters is that we’re being baited into a trap!”

General Edward called his lieutenant and ordered him to sound the horn that would signal his commanders to regroup with the main force. Hector watched as the knight removed the horn on his belt and blew into it with all the air in his lungs. The sound resonated throughout the necropolis, and General Edward waited for his commanders to sound the confirmation horn on their belts, but it never rang. The silence was deafening, and General Edward balled his fist in anger, knowing his two commanders, along with all their men, had met their untimely end.

Suddenly, the sinister demonic laughter from before returned, this time so many more voices mixed into it that Hector thought it was coming from all around them. He looked at the General, who in turn looked straight at the palace in front of them.

‘Killing their leader’s our only hope now.’

General Edward ordered his men to quickly cut a path toward the palace, but before they could, the laughter grew louder, and Hector watched as the imps all around them began to cower in fear. Some fled the battlefield, while most dropped to their knees and bowed. A loud, seductive voice, calling the men a buffet, came from the palace and caught everyone’s attention, and they watched as the massive stone doors slowly opened. A large palanquins emerged from its shadowy interior, carried by four massive red female demons. Sitting on the palanquins was an even giant female demon whose skin was gray but had matched bright green lips, pupils, and nipples. She had large horns with a fiery green halo hovering above them and straight black hair that reached the middle of her back. She was wearing next to nothing with her perky coconut-sized breasts on full display, her green nipples pierced with a gold chain connecting them with multiple matching gold piercings in both her ears and a septum piercing like a bull. The only article of clothing the massive gray demon wore was a black loincloth, and from its back emerged a long tail, its razor-sharp tip in the shape of a heart.

The demon’s tail was pierced through the bloody helmets of commanders Arthur and Marcus, halkalı escort enraging General Edward, who loved the two men like they were his sons. The gray demon smiled at them, her teeth seeming sharper than the red demons from before, and the glare she gave mortal soldiers before carried so much bloodlust that a few knights pissed themselves. She snapped her fingers, and like they were made of darkness itself, thousands more of the red demons carrying her crawled out of the shadows. The entire main force was surrounded and drastically outnumbered. The only open path was directly in front of them toward the gray demon, which Hector knew without a shadow of a doubt was their leader. She flicked the bloody helmets of General Edward’s commanders toward him and chuckled before speaking.

“Mortal…you certainly put up a better fight than I expected! My daughters and I will be quite busy…replenishing…our ranks!”

The statement made all the demons lick their lips, and during that time, Hector inspected the red demons surrounding them. They were essentially smaller versions of their leader but were all well over six feet in height with buxom breasts that nearly distracted him from the fact they were all as strong as five men combined. Hector wasn’t sure if he imagined things, but he swore he saw something move beneath the loincloths of a few demons staring at him. General Edward didn’t falter under their dire circumstances and instead asked the demon’s leader a question that made them just as furious as he was.

“You there, you vile creature. What is your name?”

“A mere mortal wishes to know my name? Very well, I will humor you since your life is about to come to a grizzly end. I am Thellia, the Queen of all succubi!”

“I’m curious; when we die, we either go to heaven or hell. Where will you go after I take your head?”

Thellia’s smile disappeared, and her expression became emotionless. She knew the mortal General before her hadn’t grasped the threat he’d just given her. To threaten a high-ranking demon, such as herself, with oblivion was something she would make the General pay for. She snapped her fingers, and the demons carrying her lowered the palanquins Thellia was riding down to the ground. She stood up, towering over the already massive demons beside her, and slowly walked toward the General, with more of her daughters crawling out of her shadow on the ground. When she stopped, Thellia was about fifty yards away from the main force and pointed directly at the General with her heart-shaped tail, still dripping with his commanders’ blood.

“You’ll take my head? No, I don’t think so, mortal! Instead, I’ll relish the fact that I’ll be the one to devour yours! The last thing you’ll see is my succulent green lips parting to enjoy my overconfident meal, and I don’t think death will be your escape. I have plans for the souls of you and your men.”

“You’ll have to kill me first, monster!”

“An easy task!”

“Says the one who keeps glancing at the holy blade I wield. For a demon, you have a very mortal expression on your face. It’s called fear, monster!”

“Silence!! I grow tired of hearing your arrogant lips spout nonsense. Know that after your death, my daughters will slaughter your men like the swine they are. Men, your presence in all creation is no longer needed now that my daughters and I are here!”

“The world will always need men! For we are…”

“Inferior insects that know not how outclassed you are! Hmph, especially where you value the most!!”

“What are you trying to say, demon?”

“Nothing useful to those about to meet their end! My daughters are famished, and your head will make a delicious snack for my aching belly!! Are you ready to eat, daughters?”

Hector watched as General Edward took a fighting stance and got more serious than ever. With confidence in both their voices, the leaders of both armies gave the order to attack.

“Feast!!”

“Fight with everything you have, men!”

Both sides charged at one another, and once they began clashing, Hector knew this was unlike the battle they’d had such ease with before. The red female demons, whom Hector suspected of being Thellia’s actual army, were far more difficult to face in combat. With nothing but their hands, they began tearing apart the knights in front of them, and for every 1 demon they killed, 4 of their own met a gruesome end. The elite squad protecting Hector set up a circular phalanx around him as he began healing wounds that would’ve otherwise been fatal without his magic.

Severed limbs were regrown.

Gaping wounds were closed.

Internal bleeding was mended.

Large amounts of lost blood were replenished.

Hector was the glue keeping the army together as he restricted the bleeding that was their dwindling troops. General Edward and his captains were locked in battle against Thellia and her personal guard. The demonic Queen silently admitted to herself that the General was doing far better than she had thought and planned on toying with him a bit more when the unthinkable happened. One of her personal guards, one of her eldest daughters, fell in battle as General Edward plunged Jacob’s holy blade into her chest before beheading her with it. He looked at Thellia and kicked the head of her daughter toward her, enraging the gray demon to a level she’d not felt in several millenniums.

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A great roar bellowed from the Dayward side of the Wilds, in its wake the Twilight glade fell silent for just a few heart beats.

Athena, a slight nymph of a woman dressed in hunters leather below her waist and a thin shirt, shuddered, turning her owlish gaze toward its source. Something big was coming, something powerful.

She leapt into the air transforming into a great owl, setting herself to perch on a sturdy branch in her Twilight glade. Athena knew this glade well, having always found safety and freedom here. The creatures in the area were small, the perfect prey for her to strike quickly and quietly from above. She was the hunter here.

Below, the ever moving moon showed her face reflecting off the water of the glade’s tranquil pond as a great Beast of a man pushed aside a large branch impeding his path. He paused and reflected on the beauty here. A dayward creature himself, he never ventured far into the darkness of the wilds. He made his way to the pond, scooped up a handful of water and drank. It was…sweet. Not sickly sweet, not like an overripe fruit. Just a hint. He assumed that was the smell he followed but in smelling his wet hand, no the water held no scent at all.

The man removed his shirt, pulling it with one hand over his head and tossed it to the ground. He undid his warskirt and let it fall, leaving him naked in the moon’s embrace. As he walked into the pond he began to change into an immense bear, his fur dark with speckled light spots like stars.

Above, Athena watched timidly as this stranger invaded her glade and undressed. She covered a gasp as he dropped his warskirt and sauntered into her pond. He was pawing at the water in frustration, what was he doing? Was he expecting fish? He stood on his hind legs and let out another earth trembling roar. This time, the gasp escaped Athena as she had to bolster herself from being knocked out of the tree.

The bear’s head snapped to the side upon hearing a noise and he began drawing huge breaths through his nose. He pivoted his head back and forth with smaller breaths trying to hone in on what had lured him here. His gaze locked on a huge pair of sparkling eyes above him in the trees.

A rumble escaped the bear’s maw in Athena’s direction, “What are you little bird that would lure me here?”

Athena from her confident perch replied, “I feel that’s quite an obvious bear, I am an owl, and I have not lured you into invading my quiet twilight glade. What is your name?”

“I am Arcas, bear of the coming etiler escort dawn, and a scent has drawn me here through dayward into twilight. It is you, your scent seduces my mind. Come down so I might see you unobscured.” said Arcas.

“I am Athena, of the twilight glade…THIS twilight glade in fact and I assure you I’ve no mind to seduce you bear. If I come down, will you leave this place? Your presence seems to have scared away my prey” replied Athena in a snarky tone.

“Come down and sate my curiosity. Prey will always fear the hunter, it is their nature. Appease me and this hunter will leave your glade.” rumbled Arcas

Athena swooped from her branch and took her nymph form as she landed feet from the pond’s edge. “There, I’ve come down. Sate your whatever and be on your way” snapped Artemis with a smirk.

Arcas walked towards the beauty before him in awe, becoming a man once again. “There is the image your scent places in my mind! This form before me, dancing in twilight. What…are you?”

Athena stood tall and replied, “I am a hunter, feared in this glade.”

“A hunter?” Arcas chuckled deeply as he reached out and gently took hold of her chin, looking deep into her eyes, “Sweet nymph, you have the smell of prey.”

Her knees became surprisingly weak before she remembered herself and tried to buffet him away with a gust of wind. Arcas stood strong, smirking as he removed his hand from her face but not losing his footing. With a shaky breath Athena said “I…AM…the hunter!”

“To the creatures of this glade, perhaps. But you long to be the hunted little one, don’t you?” said Arcas as he towered over her.

Athena’s eyes went wide, she swallowed hard and after a few surprisingly shaky breaths, turn her head shyly away. Arcas once again took her chin and guided her eyes to look deeply into his own. He went down on one knee before her so they were at the same height, “I’m going to kiss you now, little nymph.” Arcas whispered, drawing a small whimper and nod from Athena. He ran his hand across the side of her neck to grip her, his single hand almost completely wrapping her delicate neck and kissed her deeply.

Her body quivered, it left her feeling weak, confused but excited. She pushed off his chest and leapt away, her arms appearing as ethereal wings quickly to fly up to a branch just above his height on a nearby tree before resuming her form. “I am….a hunter and not so easily caught by such a beast as you.” said Athena.

“A beast..” taksim escort Arcas chuckled, “You see me reflected off the water, thinking of me as a shallow puddle. Enter my embrace and swim in the deep well of tranquility I offer.”

“Ill not fall for that again, you’d have to catch me first and I am a creature of the wind and woods, the ever moving moon blesses my escape here” Athena quipped.

The huge man grinned and laid his hand flat on the ground causing a low rumble. “I will show you how to be prey. When you fear you will drown in me, begging me to draw you from the depths…you will call me master.” As Arcas spoke, following the low rumble vines began crawling up the tree to find Athena’s perch. When he finished speaking, they were upon her. Binding first her wrists, to keep her from flying away again. Each wrist bound she pulled against them, whimpering as they pulled together above her head, lifted her from the branch and settled her feet on the ground. Arcas stood and walked over to the tree she was bound to. “How….how dare you!?” Whimpered Athena as she squirmed.

Arcas smiled and tilted his head, “Is this not what you truly desire, little nymph? To feel how prey feels? Powerless, your fate just outside of your grasp?”

Athena’s body shuddered once again at his words and though she struggled still, she looked deep into his eyes and nodded slowly. Arcas once again held her by the neck and kissed her, pushed up against the tree, his giant form pressed against her delicate frame. She stood against the tree, arms bound above her head, her feet just barely able to feel the ground beneath her feet. More vines crawled to her ankles and slowly spread her stance. “Would you like to drown in my power now, little nymph?” Arcas asked gently.

With a shaky breath Athena answered, “Please, yes….please.”

With that Arcas just sat before her calmly smiling, confusing her. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath then opening them. There was a fire behind his eyes now as more vines snaked up her body caressing her calves outside the tight hunter’s leathers she wore, up her inner thighs, across her bare stomach until they came to her thin shirt that barely covered her breasts. The vines split and pulled the top in either direction, slowly ripping it down the middle and letting the thin fabric fall. Her breasts glistened in the moonlight, rising and falling rapidly with her excited breaths.

Her breathing quickened as the vines grazed fatih escort across her nipples. “Ah, my little prey, are we sensitive here?” Arcas said, grinning as tiny strands of the vines wound around her nipples and pulled. Athena let out a moan and her knees buckled, only staying upright from the bindings holding her. More vines wrapped around her waist, undoing her hunters leathers protecting her legs, pulling them down exposing her completely to the moon and the beast. The vines lifted her ankles, bending her knees back around the tree and securing her there with her flower exposed. Still moving vines found their way to her inner thighs, snaking back and forth seemingly hungry to seek her more sensitive areas. They met in the middle, creating a thick smooth rope of vine, sliding gently across her clit then entering her flower.

Athena cried out, “Yes, please…oh Gods please” as her body was manipulated by the beast’s magic. Slowly the vines thrusted in time with the nipple pulling vines, in then out, pull and release. Vines supported her ass and crept in, just grazing her, wet themselves on the juices of her dripping flower and entered her anus. Her eyes closed in deep moans, the beast stood, moved closer to her and kissed her deeply as she was repeatedly penetrated. Inhaling her moans into himself. He wrapped his hand around her neck and began to squeeze, causing Athena to moan deeply with pleasure.

“Do you feel yourself drowning my prey? Struggling to find the surface, your powerful wind escaping your grasp?” Asked Arcas. Her body shook, moaning, increasing in volume and frequency. “Will I let you drown, sweet nymph? No, not before I’ve tasted your flower that lured me here” rumbled Arcas as he knelt, kissing her body as he lowered himself to breathe in her dripping flower.

“P-please, Master” was all Athena could get herself to say.

He flicked his massive tongue along her thighs, tasting the juices there which made him feel ravenous. He grabbed her thighs with his hands and squoze hard as his tongue spread and slid up along her clit, parting her labia. The vines still penetrating her, Athena screamed with delight. Her whole body squirming with pleasure. Her body suddenly began to grow tense, like a bow string drawn, shaking with power…then released, she orgasmed sending waves of shaking through her whole body causing tears to run down her face as she whimpered and panted.

The vines slowly left her panting body, Arcas’ arms taking the weight of her body. He carried her to the pond and laid her in the soft grass, scooped a handful of water and fed it to Athena “Rest little nymph,” said Arcas quietly.

“Yes, master. Thank you, mast…” was the final thing that left Athena’s lips before she fell into sleep, the moon still shining off her perfect form.

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Chapter 67: Meanwhile…

* * *

13 Days ago

Selene didn’t feel like moving at all after what had happened yesterday. She still couldn’t believe that she’d gone through with it, that she’d broken her bond with Ethan. It didn’t seem real, but that ache in her heart was reminding her that it was very real. It had gotten stronger since yesterday, or maybe the drugs had just finished wearing off. It felt like someone had taken a meat tenderizer to her heart, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t because it had been stopped and restarted.

Beside her, Thor took a deep breath and repositioned himself so he was closer to her. Thatalmost made her smile, but not quite.

She didn’t even open her eyes.

She could tell that it was well past sunrise by the light on her eyelids, and the couch in Jason, Hailey, and Melinda’s living room was pretty comfortable. Well, comfortable enough anyway. It wasn’t her hammock on the Argo, and it wasn’t remotely close to Ethan’s bed with his wives there, but it was comfortable enough.

She didn’t know how long she laid there.

At one point, she realized that a wet spot had developed under her eye and moved slightly. Thor responded by moving closer to her and then falling back to sleep. He was purring softly, but not nearly as loudly as he usually did on the Argo.

She swallowed.

“Selene?”

She grunted in response to Hailey, not having the emotional energy for anything else.

“I’m running out for some coffee, did you want something?” Hailey asked. “I think Ruth said that you like lattés?”

Selene nearly broke down crying right that moment. She didn’t and managed to hold it in, but it took most of her considerable self-control.

“Um, maybe just a black coffee, thank you.” She replied after a moment, her voice sounding a little hoarse.

“Okay, back in a few.” Hailey replied.

She wasn’t gone long, but Selene still hadn’t worked up the willpower to even open her eyes. She didn’t like black coffee. She wanted a latté, but that would remind her of Ethan and…

She swallowed hard.

“Here you go.” Hailey said, and the scent of coffee roused the Brazilian woman in a way that very few things could have.

Selene slowly blinked open her eyes as they adjusted to the bright, mid-morning sun. Hailey was standing over her looking at her intently with a piercing expression. There was a cup of coffee within easy reach on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Thank you.” Selene said, then sat up, much to Thor’s displeasure. She grabbed the coffee and took a careful sip. It was good coffee, but it was indeed black. For some reason, she liked that today. She’d never before liked the bitter aftertaste of black coffee, but somehow, it seemed pretty appropriate right now.

* * *

Hailey tipped some scrambled eggs onto Selene’s plate and then sat down to eat the ones she’d served herself. She didn’t usually eat scrambled eggs for lunch, but it was about the only thing that Selene had shown even a modicum of interest in.

“Bon appetite.” Hailey said cheerfully.

“Thank you.” Selene replied in a dull, listless tone.

Their guest had spent almost the entire morning sleeping, and she had even fallen back asleep before finishing her coffee. It was currently about two in the afternoon, which was late for lunch, but Hailey wanted to make sure that Selene was eating. Hailey herself had nearly starved herself after being separated from Jason when she was kidnapped — not even on purpose, just because she was so listless — and Hailey wanted to make sure that Selene didn’t head that direction.

Hailey downed her food as she had to be at work in 30 minutes, but Selene merely poked at it. She took an occasional small bite and pushed the eggs around the plate, but little else.

About five minutes later, baby Ethan began crying.

Selene looked in the direction of the bedroom where the crib was set up, but it looked like her eyes were starting to droop a little.

“I got you.” Melinda said tenderly from the same room, and the crying stopped a moment later. She came out holding him, and Hailey thought she might never fully get used to that sight: Melinda with a baby, Jason’s baby. It didn’t bother her, but Melinda had just never been very maternal before, and certainly not baby crazy. She wasn’t exactly now either, but her world seemed to spin around little Ethan.

Hailey had just about finished getting ready for work when someone knocked on the door. She looked at Melinda, who shrugged.

Hailey also shrugged and then went to the door and opened it.

“Are you Hailey Oswald or Melinda Estello?” A delivery man asked. He was holding a good-sized box and one of those electronic signing devices.

“Yup, you need someone to sign for that?”

“Yes I do.” He offered her the pad and she signed it.

“That looks nothing like my signature.” Hailey chuckled.

“It never does.” The delivery man handed over the box. “Have a great day.”

“You too.” Hailey replied, then closed the door mecidiyeköy escort as the man walked away.

“What is it?” Melinda asked.

“It’s for Selene, care of you or me.” Hailey replied as she read the shipping label, then walked to the table and offered the box to their guest.

Selene took it without much enthusiasm. Hailey grabbed a kitchen knife and the Brazilian woman used it to open the box. The bottom of the box was filled with clothes, and above them were a variety of carefully wrapped items. The top one was labeled ‘cell phone’, and it had a note taped to it as well.

“It’s from Yvonne.” Selene said, the corners of her mouth lifting fractionally as she read the note, and she tilted it so Hailey could read as well. “She sent some of my personal effects that she thought I’d want, and enough clothes to wear if I do laundry regularly.”

“That was nice of her.” Hailey said as she skimmed the short note. At the end, Yvonne mentioned that Selene’s phone bill had been paid and suggested that Selene call her dad because: ‘I know you two are close and I’m sure it will help’.

Hailey looked at Selene. “You might want to take her advice.”

Selene nodded slowly. “Um, can I use the spare room?”

“It’s your room for as long as you want to stay.” Melinda said, beating Hailey to the punch.

“Thank you.” Selene hit the phone’s power button; it was fully charged.

“I need to get to work or I’ll be late.” Hailey said.

“Have fun.” Melinda said ironically.

“It’ll be the time of my life, I’m sure.” Hailey sighed, rolled her eyes, then left. Still, she was very happy to be back on Earth with Jason and Melinda. Since getting back, work just hadn’t seemed so bad compared to what she’d been through.

* * *

Thor looked up when Selene entered the second bedroom, yawned, then put his head back down and went back to sleep. Selene ignored the near-endless number of alerts on her phone and dialed her dad’s number.

“Selene!” His voice said, and he’d picked up before the second ring.

“Hi Daddy, I’m okay.” She said, feeling better at hearing his voice, or at least less miserable.

“You don’t sound okay.” He replied. “What happened?”

“It’s a long story, but I want to tell you if you have the time.”

“Hang on just a minute.” He replied.

She figured he was at the dojo, and guessed that he was turning the class over to someone else. Sure enough, about 30 seconds later…

“Okay, I’m free for the rest of the day.” He said, and she heard a car door closing in the background, so he’d probably gone out to the car. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“No.” She said, her voice cracking. “Physically I’m fine. But Daddy, I finally found a good guy, but now…” She swallowed, not able to finish the sentence.

“Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you.” He replied instantly.

“Not yet, let me…” She took a deep breath. “I need to tell you the story first. Please?”

There was a brief pause. “Okay, I’ll listen.”

She told him.

She told him everything.

The whole story.

She glossed over the bits where she’d held Ethan’s wing, but otherwise, she told him everything. All of the confusing parts, all the wonderful parts, all the joyous parts, all the sad parts, all the worst parts, all the best parts, and all the heartbreaking parts.

Everything.

He asked plenty of clarifying questions, but otherwise mostly let her talk. He listened for what felt like hours as she recounted everything that had happened in the two months since she’d first been picked up by Smithbond. Especially as she got near the end, she broke down crying more than once. When she finished, he didn’t speak for several long seconds.

“Wow.” He finally said. “My daughter is psychic, magic is real, dragons are real, you found a true friend for life, and somehow, a dragon stole your heart.” He paused. “Are you sure you aren’t my other daughter named Selene?”

She managed to chuckle, though it was also half a sob. “I know, it doesn’t seem real to me either. The past two months have just flown by.” She bit her lip. “Daddy, did I do the right thing?”

She could hear him take a deep breath and exhale before he replied. “I have no idea baby girl. You did what you thought was right, and I can’t fault you for that. And I know you, you never would’ve been able to live with yourself if you had stayed over there when there are people you thought you could help here.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, then wiped her face again. She had gone through rather a lot of Kleenex and was trying to be careful to make sure it ended up in the garbage just in case someone popped into the room.

“He really did steal your heart, didn’t he?”

“He did.” She replied, screwing her face up and trying not to dissolve into another fit of tears.

It wasn’t easy.

“I need to hit something.” Selene finally said, wishing that she could spar with Kendra or Ethan. Hell, she’d even take Racklan; at least she wouldn’t feel bad about whaling nişantaşı escort on the perv.

“Is there a dojo nearby?” He asked.

“No, not a good one.” She replied, having looked out of curiosity when she’d been assigned the case, way back when she was still an FBI agent.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Selene?” Hailey’s voice said.

“Hang on Dad.” She lowered the phone and wiped her face to try and hide the fact that she’d been crying. “Come in.”

Hailey opened the door as Selene looked at the clock; it was after nine in the evening.

“There’s some dinner in the fridge, and we’re all heading to bed.”

“Okay, thanks.” Selene replied, not having realized it was so late.

Hailey gave her an encouraging smile, then closed the door.

“I’m back, and I’m sorry for keeping you up so long.” She said to her dad.

“Selene, you’re my daughter, you’ve been gone for two months, and just went through a terrible heartbreak; I don’t mind.”

“Thanks Daddy.” She smiled.

“You know you’re welcome to come home, right?” He asked.

“Yeah, but I would need to deal with Mom 24/7 and I’m not ready for that.”

“Okay, but remember that I’m only a phone call away.” He replied. “Oh, and speaking of your mother, I need to figure out what to tell her.”

Selene sighed. “Not the whole truth; I don’t want to be regaled with the miraculous curative powers of the local psych ward when I tell her I’ve been doing magic.”

“I’ll just tell her that you were undercover and went through a lot, but can’t talk about it.” He said a moment later. “It’s even mostly true.”

“Okay.” She nodded.

“You know she’ll call the moment I tell her.”

“Fortunately, my phone has a do-not-disturb mode and I’m willing to use it.” She replied, mostly joking. “I should call her.”

“Yeah, you probably should.” He replied. “Good night baby girl, I’ll be in touch.” He said, and she knew he meant it.

“Night.” She hung up and flopped down on the bed.

She didn’t feel like moving.

She laid there for some time, wondering what Ethan and Kendra were up to until she drifted off to sleep, Thor sleeping on the bed snuggled up to her.

* * *

12 Days ago

“This is wallowing, isn’t it?” Selene asked around dinnertime after realizing that she’d binged the entire series of Firefly and polished off both pints of ice cream in the freezer since waking up that morning. Thor had shown some interest in the ice cream, but lost it when he got a good sniff and realized that there wasn’t any meat. He wasn’t really a fan of Earth’s cat food either.

Hailey looked at her, nodded, and chuckled. “Yes, it’s wallowing.”

“Actually, not quite.” Jason spoke up. “If you look at the dictionary, the picture of you actually has you in sweats, so it’s not wallowing yet.” He winked.

Everyone chuckled, even Selene.

“It’s almost criminal that this didn’t get a full run as a series.” She said a moment later, indicating the TV where the credits to the final episode were playing.

“Perhaps you know someone in the FBI who can bring those responsible to justice?” Jason quipped.

Again, everyone chuckled.

“I can’t do this.” Selene said after a moment. “I probably needed to today because I was tired most of the day, but I can’t do this; I can’t sit and wallow.”

“Wallowing helps sometimes.” Melinda said as she absent-mindedly rocked little Ethan in a baby rocker. “I realize that you and Ethan were close–” She shot Jason a look, clearly forestalling something she somehow knew he was about to say. “–don’t.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” He replied with a mock-angelic expression.

“Anyway.” Melinda shook her head and turned to Selene. “Sometimes a gal needs to wallow to get over a guy.”

“I wouldn’t know.” Selene replied. “Ethan was the closest to a relationship that I’ve ever had, and I don’t think we were quite… well, anything.”

“Based on what Kendra and Ruth said, I’m pretty sure he’d marry you in a heartbeat.” Jason said.

“And that’s why I can’t wallow.” Selene replied. “I’ll think about it, and that leads to more… this.” She pointed to the TV, which had gone back to the home page for Firefly.

“More episodes of Firefly?” Jason asked, then added in a mock-serious tone. “I’m afraid that you must wallow until the series reaches its original intended conclusion.”

Selene chuckled.

Jason really was funny. He was probably even funnier than Ethan, but for some reason, Selene liked Ethan’s sense of humor better.

“We were actually just talking about that last night.” Hailey said. “That is, about something you could do to take your mind off of ‘him’.”

“Oh, we’ve reached the ‘we don’t use his name’ stage of breakup support?” Melinda asked.

“We weren’t dating, engaged, or married; there was no breakup.”

“Selene, look me in the eye and say that again honestly.” Jason said seriously.

Selene looked at him and opened her mouth, but wasn’t able to say it again.

“There şişli escort isn’t a lot to do in this town, but the diner we work at–” Hailey waggled her finger between herself and Melinda. “–will hire just about anyone, and the owner will be salivating to get you hired.”

“He leers occasionally, but he’s never tried anything.” Melinda added.

“He won’t be tempted to leer if I keep eating this much ice cream.” Selene sighed. “I’ll do it; I need something.”

They chatted for a little longer, mostly about the job and what it entailed. Honestly, it sounded a lot like the other waitressing jobs she’d had while in college. She always made sure to be friendly, and that combined with her looks had earned her some pretty good tips.

As she laid down in her borrowed bed in the guest room, her mind turned to the Ten Kingdoms, Ethan, and Kendra. She had found herself doing that a lot and hoped that things were going well with them. She wondered what Sarah had made for the meals, how they had spent their days, and generally everything about their lives there.

Thor jumped up onto the bed and snuggled up close to her.

“Hey little kitty.” She said as she petted him. He’d been very snuggly all day long, and the previous day too. He probably thought she was finally getting enough sleep since she’d slept almost as much as him while recovering.

Thor looked at her and let out a slightly squeaky meow, then looked around.

“They’re not here, sorry.” Selene said.

Thor looked down and got very sad eyes.

“I know, me too.” Selene swallowed.

She laid down and Thor snuggled up to her as usual, but he didn’t seem all that happy. Selene turned her mind to Ethan and focused on the mental tunnel that still connected them. She was glad that was still there at least. It was hard to hear unless she was paying attention, but at least she could still hear him if she concentrated.

Having nothing better to do, she did. She listened, she focused, and–

Her eyes snapped open.

She heard something.

It must’ve been Ethan. She couldn’t hear what was said, not exactly, but it was definitely Ethan. He had thought something to her. She summoned all her mental fortitude and willpower and shouted back mentally as loud as she could so he might be able to hear her. “ETHAAAAAN!”

She didn’t get a response, but then, he might not have heard her. But that didn’t matter to her; Ethan had contacted her.

She smiled, her first real smile since she had broken her bond with Ethan.

Thor started purring.

Selene’s smile faltered for a moment as she remembered that she didn’t live with him and wasn’t bonded to him. She couldn’t help that, not if she wanted to help people on Earth with her telepathy, but she could help their communication troubles. It was her only way to contact him, so she wanted to make damn sure she treasured that connection. She knew the problem was on her end, and that with time and work, she could improve her telepathic communication.

Suddenly, she had a new top priority.

* * *

11 Days ago

Selene smiled back at Hailey and Melinda’s boss, thinking he looked like a slightly more overweight version of Dwight Schrute from The Office. He wasn’t exactly less disturbing either. He had eyed the scar on her cheek, but apparently, the rest of her completely outweighed that because the moment Hailey had mentioned that Selene might want a job, the man had looked her up and down, grinned, and then spoke. “You’re hired; when can you start?”

“Um.” Selene looked down at her clothes. She wasn’t dressed for waitressing because she was wearing short heels. “I need to change, but after that I can–“

“Great.” He grinned, and the grin had a bit of a leer in it.

That was one of the things that Selene had always appreciated about Ethan; she had never felt insulted or disgusted when he looked at her. Never.

“I’ll show you around the place, then take you home so you can change.” Hailey offered.

Selene nodded.

The place was set up like an old-time 60s diner and did a reasonable job at that. The decor, tables, and chairs fit reasonably well, and the size and shape of the building supported that feel as well. It wasn’t a bad place, but Selene wouldn’t exactly have had a strong urge to stop in if she had been driving past. The cook was apparently a genius with a skillet though, so she guessed that was the main draw to the place.

An hour later, she’d gotten the tour, gone back to the apartment, changed, come back, and started working. It was just like riding a bike in that she’d done it before and other than learning the menu, it was basically the same.

That was good, because working here would give her a chance to work on something that was important to her: building up her telepathic skill. Well, at least for listening to other people’s thoughts. For sending thoughts, she’d need to try something else. She had an idea, but would need help for it. Thankfully, she found that since telepathy used barely any mana, it wasn’t a problem to keep her mana from draining too quickly, even on Earth where it was much harder to collect it.

With the knowledge that she was working toward being able to talk to the Argo again, and especially Ethan and Kendra, she was the most cheerful she’d been since leaving the Argo.

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