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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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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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“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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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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I arrived at the front entrance to the maternity hospital. I had been here enough times in my adult life now that I could comfortably navigate through the building, but I was still required to check in with the team at the front desk.

The maternity hospital was as big as the hospital that sat next to it in the middle of the city. A massive eight-story structure taking up multiple city blocks, all built and serviced to deal with the huge number of pregnant women, was now commonplace in society. My mother and sisters came here for checkups, scans and births. The best thing about the building, I always found, was that most of the women here were typically heavily pregnant.

I walked through the large sliding doors into the hospital atrium. I’d taken a taxi from Olivia’s house to get here quicker. Olivia was currently still being fucked in all her holes by her brothers while her father Frank was using both Anika and Nina when I’d left. I felt a twinge of regret that I’d had to leave so quickly. But at least I was coming here to use my sister while she gave birth.

In my right hand was a gift from Olivia and her brothers: Their SPERMAX concoction. They’d given me my own bottle. Olivia whispered that it was a good sign and that they liked me. Her father had even said I had to come over for dinner soon so he could meet me properly. I was feeling more optimistic, and knowing what Olivia went through while at home, I was starting to understand her better.

The main foyer of the maternity ward was busy with people coming and going. I felt my excitement rising as I saw all the pregnant women around me. Many were fully dressed, but there were a few that were in hospital gowns; a few women were being pushed in wheelchairs by hospital staff, partners next to them, as they looked to be in labour. I took a big swill of my bottle and headed for the counter at the front. Luckily, there was only one woman waiting in front of me; the busy bustling of the foyer was mostly just from people moving within the hospital.

Three administration staff at the counter were talking to pregnant women. They helped direct them or took queries. The woman before me was an islander lady with mocha skin and thick dark hair curled around her head. She was a big woman, thick, and was massively pregnant. She was wearing a crop top and a pair of shorts, and that was it with some slip-on shoes.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” I taped her on the shoulder. She turned around, raising an eyebrow. Both her hands were rubbing her beach ball-sized stomach. Red stretch marks stood out on her dark skin. Her belly button had popped, too. “May I use you while we wait?”

“Sure, darling. Thank you for using me.” She nodded. “But just so you know, my water broke an hour ago.”

“Oh! Congratulations.” I gave her a big grin.

“Thank you. I don’t know how much longer I got left till this baby comes; I could drop any second.” She shrugged. “I birth ’em quickly these days. I’d appreciate no vaginal for the moment.”

“That’s quite all right.” I pulled my cock out of my pants. I was already rock-hard. “My sister is in labour, and I’m on my way to use her now during her delivery.”

“Lucky! My husband is on deployment.” She shook her head. “And our son isn’t of age yet; he’s only fifteen. No free use labour for me today.”

“That’s a shame. A woman should be able to be fucked during her labour.” I found what she said quite upsetting. “Well, if that’s the case while we wait, drop your pants.”

“Yes, sir. And thank you for using me.” The woman turned back around, grabbed her belt loops, and pulled her pants down, allowing me to marvel at her huge, chunky ass of hers. Each ass cheek was so big I wouldn’t have been able to grab it all in both hands.

“Have you been fucked in the ass today?” I stepped forward, my cock stupendously hard and eager. I grabbed both her cheeks as best as I could and pushed them aside, giving me a look and access to that dark, hairy back ring of hers. It glistened and gaped open for me.

“Many times. At least half a dozen.” She told me.

“Good. I won’t have to lube up then.” The SPERMAX pumped through my veins, making my cock harder again. I tucked the bottle under my arm as I kept both ass cheeks spread open and stepped forward, aiming my cock at her asshole.

“Next, please!”

The pregnant woman looked at me. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “My sister is having sextuplets. Those babies aren’t arriving any time soon.”

“Thank God!” She moaned. She approached the counter, where a young blonde woman was smiling and sitting at a computer. My tanned pregnant woman grabbed her own ass cheeks now as she stood there, spreading herself wider so I had free reign to enter her. She had a dark-coloured asshole that was gloriously juicy, and I saw a fair amount of spunk within her gaped ring. I went straight in, smiling as I felt the warm, loving embrace of a pregnant woman’s bottom once again wrapping around my hard cock.

“Oh, thank the Lord.” merter escort The woman grunted as I quickly went balls deep inside her. I could tell both she and I were feeling quite horny, so I decided to fuck her hard. She let out little whimpers as I thrust deep and long into her behind. As I did, I reached around her waist. I went underneath her belly and found a thick, curly forest of hair and then underneath that, a juicy, plump slit. I began to stroke her clit as the woman tried to hold it together as she stood at the counter.

“How can I help you today?” The blonde admin girl asked. She was wearing a pair of light purple scrubs, which did not fit her nine-month pregnant belly at all. It had ridden up all over her bump. Her scrubs had also taken a few shots as what could only be cum was staining the top of her uniform just over her breasts.

“I… ungh… my water’s just broke…” The woman who I was fucking in the ass said through moans. “I think you’ll have to be quick. Most births happen in a couple of hours, and it took me an hour to get here.”

“No worries, sweetie, we’ll get you to a birthing suite immediately.” She pressed a button on her desk. “How many babies today?”

“Triplets.” She cradled her stomach. “Just… excuse me a moment, I have to cum…”

“Take your time. The orderlies will be here shortly. And will you keep the babies, or will they go to the nursery.”

“Oh fuck… OH FUCK! Fuck my ass harder!” The woman grabbed the counter as I brought her to a crushing orgasm. I kept fingering her clit as I bucked hard into her ass. I slammed my cock into her backside. I could feel the tight warmth of her ass convulsing around my shaft as I watched this beautiful pregnant woman shake and cum in front of me.

The admin girl slid her own hand down the front of her pants and began toying with herself as she watched me fuck the birthing pregnant woman in the ass before her. I gave her a wink, and the blonde just smiled as her hand began rubbing her own clit within her pants.

After a minute, the pregnant woman got her wind back. I was still fucking her hard. I wanted to cum and finish up inside her. She continued to moan and grunt, but her composure returned slightly as she looked up at the blonde. “Nursery… I’ve kept five…”

“Very well. Attendants will be with you as soon as you give birth to take the babies. The government and the world thank you once again for your services and duties in raising the population levels of humanity.”

“Anything… for humanity…” The woman sighed and then bit down as another orgasm hit her.

Not long after, an orderly arrived with a wheelchair. A middle-aged man in a grey pair of scrubs dressed neatly. He was non-pulsed as he pulled up beside me and the woman. “Ready to go, or would you like to finish here?” He asked me.

“Finish here.” I decided to pull out of the woman, leaving that asshole raw and open. “Sit in the chair,” I commanded her. She did as she was told, a good free-use woman. She turned around and sat her huge, pregnant body into the chair, grunting in exhaustion and still trying to catch her breath. “Open your mouth,” I told her. I took my cock in my hand, lubed with other’s cum and juices, and began stroking myself. The woman smiled and opened her mouth as I pushed the tip of my cock right up to her tongue.

I blew my load quickly. Heavy ropes of cum shot out of me as I cum, grunting, my whole body tense as I shot a titanic volume all over her face. I didn’t aim for her open mouth. I stroked my cock and made sure that my cum splattered all over her forehead, her cheeks, her chin. The woman was surprised at first, but she smiled even as she kept her mouth open and closed her eyes, letting me cover her face in my seed.

When I was done, there was hardly a dry spot on her. And still, I remained rock hard thanks to my new girlfriend and her family recipe. I whacked the tip of my cock on the woman’s tongue, cum still leaking from my cock, and let her clean me quickly. I pushed my hard cock down her throat, gagging her slightly, but she got all of the ass juice off of my length.

“I’m done using her now,” I told the orderly after a quick minute. I tucked my still-hard erection painfully back into my pants. I immediately tented them. Oh well, I thought. Not really that out of place in the maternity ward. Even the woman I had just given a public facial to wasn’t unusual.

“Thank you for using me.” The woman said as she began taking her finger, wiping the cum off her face, and then sucking it all off her digit. “Come find me later if you want.”

I laughed. “Maybe I will. Good luck with your birth!”

She waved at me as she was wheeled away, still licking and drinking all my cum. “And what can I help you with today?” The blonde admin now asked me. Her eyes drifted down to the tent still in my pants. “I’m happy to be of free use to you if you wish.”

“Thanks, but I do really bağcılar escort need to find my sister,” I said. I wished I could spend all day at the maternity ward, fucking every woman I wanted, especially now that I was perpetually hard. But I was starting to feel bad for not rushing immediately to Jill. It was her first birth, and she wanted to be free-used. I told the admin girl about Jill’s details, and I quickly found a room number.

“She’s on the multiples floor. You know where that is?” She asked me.

“Yeah, been there before with my Mum a few years back,” I told her. “Thank you. And maybe I’ll see you on the way out?”

“Please do! I love to be free used.” She patted her swollen pregnant belly. “I’m going to give birth any second, too, so every second counts before I go back to not having this big stomach!”

“You know how to win a man’s heart.” I gave her another wink and headed off down the hall, trying to find an elevator to take me up. I wondered if I would run into the islander woman again while I was helping Jill with her birth. She was having multiples, too.

X X X X X

“I came here as fast as I could!” I opened the door to the room, moving briskly, letting the door swing shut behind me. The room itself was larger than the living room at our house, all white, filled on the walls with all the hospital paraphernalia and medical equipment that seemed appropriate to me, and I had no clue what it was ever used for.

Mom came over to greet me. She was wearing a short black mini-skirt and a white shirt that belly covered the top of her pregnant belly, the same outfit she had been wearing this morning. Which meant that I knew there was nothing underneath her shirt or her skirt.

She gave me a warm hug. “It’s all right. Still in the early stages.”

I let go of Mom. Standing upright, wearing a hospital gown, and pacing the room was Jill. Her obscenely large belly protruded so far out from the gown that the back of it was open and pulled all the way forward to her hips, leaving her backside completely exposed as she paced the room. Her hands were on her back, looking a little uncomfortable but otherwise fine.

Toni was sitting in the corner, just being my sister. Her pants were off, and she had her legs spread. She was watching something on her phone but looked up at me as I arrived. Her pussy was wet, and I could see cum just starting to dribble out of her hairless slit.

“About time you got here.” Toni raised an eyebrow at me. “What’s that?” She pointed to the bottle in my hand.

“No need for that attitude.” I shot back. I brought the bottle up to eye level. “It’s something Olivia gave me. Something that’s going to help me through Jill’s birth.”

“So, you were with your girlfriend while your younger sister needed you…”

“Toni,” Jill said. “Not now, please.” Toni gave Jill a look but shrugged, agreeing to be quiet. Jill gave me a smile as she waddled over to me. I gave her a hug. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, I would be here; you wanted me here. What’s family for?” I gave her a big squeeze. “How are you feeling?”

“Not bad. Considering.” She moved back to cradle her stomach. “The pain is very manageable. The doctor reckons I still have some time to go, but if I’m going to start free-using, it’ll be best to start as soon as possible to help build the endorphins. I was waiting for you to get here.”

“We thought it would be best to wait until you arrived.” Mom agreed. “Even though you’ve given us permission to use each other, in this case, you have the right to take full control.”

“Thank you,” I said sincerely. The girls in the room were fully obedient to my wishes. “There are some things I would like to get started with. I found great success with a few ways to use in Toni and Mom’s last deliveries. I think they’ll be especially helpful and useful for you, Jill, now that we can begin.”

Jill gave me a big smile. “Thank you for using my brother.” She gave just a little grunt as she patted her belly. “Just a small contraction. Nothing major. Not yet.”

“We have plenty of time. I’ve been around enough births now I should be calling myself a doctor.” I smiled. “All right, let’s get you out of that gown first. You too, Mom, you strip. Toni, take your shirt off.”

“Yes, brother.” Toni’s attitude perked up as she grinned. Mom and Jill smiled, too. All the women in my family, gloriously pregnant, got naked for me. Mom picked up everyone’s clothes, folded them, and put them together on an empty chair, even Jill’s gown.

“Now, Jill, it’s going to be best for you to stay upright for as long as you can. Gravity will help move the whole process forward. Medicine may have come a long way in a free-use society, but tried and tested methods are still the best. So move up to the bed there, and let’s have you grab the rail.” I instructed my younger sister. “Keep your ass out towards us.”

“Ok Jay.” She waddled güngören escort slowly over to the bed as I had instructed. She grabbed the metal rail along the side of the bed with both hands, her belly so big and fat that it pressed up against the railing, her belly button protruding through. She took her stance, spreading her legs slightly, so if I wanted, I had full access to her plump and engorged pussy, which was in the process of opening up.

I turned to Mom and Toni. “Most of my attention for the next few hours will be on Jill. She’ll need me if she’s going to have an orgasmic birth.” I told them. “You’ve both been through this before with me; I need you not to get jealous and do exactly as I say.”

“Yes sweetie, of course!” Mom nodded vigorously. “Whatever you say goes, we know that.”

“You got it.” Toni agreed. “As much as I want you to use me, Jill comes first.”

“All right then. You’re still going to help.” I said to them. “You might not be the focus, though.”

“Tell us what to do, sweetie.” Mom smiled.

“All we’re going to do is just make her orgasm for hours. It’ll increase the birth speed and improve everything for everyone, Jill and babies included.” I began undressing, joining the rest of my family in the nude. My cock remained rock hard even from cumming less than ten minutes ago. Toni and my mother eyed it hungrily. “I promise to take care of you when I can. And I’ll make it up to you over the next few days.”

“We know you will, sweetie.” My Mum gave me a wink.

Before we could get started, though, the door to the birthing room opened. In came three women. One was wearing a lab coat and green scrubs; the other woman was just wearing dark blue scrubs. Both were pregnant and the lab coat woman, I guess, had to be the doctor. She looked older than my mother, with blonde hair greying, a hawkish face, her belly in her third trimester, and her scrubs tight over her belly. The other woman was short but round, happy and plump, her belly also huge and protruding through her scrubs, which had been pulled over her stomach. I recognised her as a midwife who had helped my mother in a previous delivery, but I couldn’t remember her name. The third woman was the youngest out of the three. She was wearing a white pair of scrubs and currently wasn’t pregnant, but I knew from looking at her who she was: She was in front of the nursery. She worked there, looking after all the brand-new babies and children that society needed to carry on. She wasn’t pregnant because, for whatever reason, she was incapable of doing so. So, her life was devoted to caring for and raising the next generation, a task of just as great importance.

“Hello Jill, I’m Dr Carver. I’ll be your physician today.” She nodded curtly at everyone as she walked over to Jill. “Ah, that answers the question of whether you’ll be free used or not today.” She pointed to Jill sticking her ass out for everyone. “Relative?” She asked me.

“Brother,” I said. My cock twitched. I’d been eager to fuck. And now the Doctor was standing behind Jill. Dr Carter reached down and slid her fingers into Jill’s cunt which made my sister moan.

“Early days of dilation… vagina is engorged and very moist… very moist…” Dr Carter kept her fingers inside Jill as she looked back at me. “You can have her back in a second. I won’t be much longer. Just doing my rounds.”

“I’m happy to wait and use you,” I said. I really didn’t bother to hear the doctor approve me. I just walked up to her, pulled her lab coat aside, and began pulling down her scrubs. If Doctor Carter was going to stop me, she quickly thought against it as I pulled her cheeks apart, saw her own glistening hairy slit, and began sliding my cock into her pussy.

While I began sliding my thick cock into the Doctor as she examined my sister, the midwife was all smiles. “I’m Carol; I’ll be the midwife for your birth today. I’ll be on call if you need me. Just press the alert button once next to the bed, and I will come straight here.”

“You were my midwife for my last birth.” My mother said. “I just want to say again thank you. You were a great help.”

“Oh, that’s lovely to hear!” Carol beamed. “The only thing better than getting knocked up and having children is birthing them, and I love doing my part to help other women.”

“Carol?” I asked her. I was giving Doctor Carter long, deep strokes and the older woman was moaning herself now. She had pulled her fingers out of my sister and was letting Jill lick them clean while she took her stethoscope and placed it on my sister’s back and then belly. “Carol, I was wondering if you could help me with something. I’m afraid I had hoped to bring some toys from home, but I came from a friend’s house and didn’t have time to grab them.”

“Sure!” Carol turned to me and smiled. “What would you like?”

“Two strap-ons, please. For my sister and mother.” I pointed to them.

Carol clapped her hands. “Of course! We have some hospital-grade ones you can use. Fully sterilised, of course. I’ll bring them up straight away. And feel free to use me, too, if you would like. Many of the men are typically servicing their partners as they labour, which is fair, but don’t forget your pregnant midwife! She needs to be used too; you know.” Carol gave a chuckle as she headed out the door.

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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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Leam clutched his chest over his heart. It was a like a pounding that wouldn’t stop. It was not unfamiliar to him, as the feeling rose whenever he was around Dinae. He used to be able to force it down. He forced himself to force it down and hide his feelings due to anxiety but the moment Hannah placed the curse on him the feeling was unable to be ignored or refused.

“I didn’t know it would be like this…”

“What’s it like?” Hannah asked.

“Keep in mind, this is partially for my sake, as well. If I can understand you as a secondary subject then I’ll be able to better troubleshoot Paul’s situation. So don’t leave anything out.”

“Got it.” He did promise.

“I feel like I want to go to Dinae right now.”

“That makes sense.” Hannah stared at him inquisitively.

“Do you want to-” She blushed, hesitating to say it.

“To-“

Leam stopped her. “No! I think… I don’t want to do things to her.” He rethought that.

“I mean, I do.” He admitted awkwardly.

“But that’s not the part that feels irresistible to me. I want to go to Dinae and let my feelings out. I’m still nervous and scared but this is stronger than those now. I can’t stop it.”

Hannah noted his experience down internally. `He isn’t compelled to have sex with her. He wants to, but he feels like it has more to do with revealing and fulfilling his feelings. That was my intent, and the intent written under the curse. So why does only Paul have such an unrestrained lust? Is it really just pent up frustration?` She looked at Leam.

“Sorry, I’m just thinking. You can go do your thing now.”

“Thanks!” Leam ran off in a hurry.

Hannah returned to her home where Paul immediately jumped her. “P-Paul! I can’t get any work done like this…” He hugged her and buried his face into her neck, inhaling deeply.

“Have you thought about kids?” He asked suddenly.

“No?”

“Oh…” He looked disappointed.

“But go ahead and tell me anything you’re thinking.” She asked as he pulled her by her wrist into the room.

“I want to have many. With you.” He stated. Somehow his eyes seemed more vibrant the more she tried to fee him. It was jarring. With the small release she offered initially he gained so much charisma just from that.

Her face became bright. She covered her mouth. `This guy is dangerous. He mentioned kids and my body starts aching right away. I’m already imagining myself having a family even though I decided I’d rather focus on my studies at this point.` She gulped.

“M-maybe down the line?”

He took her hand and guided her onto the bed. He stared into her eyes. “Will you promise to have children with me?” They were so bright and pleading that she could not resist.

“I…” She sighed.

“I promise.”

He smiled happily. “Thank you!” He lowered her onto her back. She knew what was set in motion already. It was not exactly unwelcome, but it was as she said. Hannah could barely get any work done with how horny Paul was. He looked at her hesitantly.

“I- I know you said down the line but there’s a long time between when we start trying and when the child is born… What if we get started now?”

“Paul, I said-” Her words stopped. As she was a mage she could roughly sense the flow of Aura as it moved within her body. As she started speaking and stopped, she felt a chain around refusal. Like it was restricted.

“I-” There was no way she could word what she wanted to say that did not feel like it was not allowed, and that rule felt enforced by Aura moving around inside of her naturally, as if her own self had been altered, not an outside force affecting her. As she hesitated for longer she felt the only possible response being pulled out of her, and she did not feel like she could hate it. In her mind she traced the events that would occur if she had Paul’s child.

`I’ll be tied to him. Not that that is bad. His problems and my problems become one, kind of. But… Then I can’t finish my studies as easily. I just wouldn’t aksaray escort be able to without more help than I can get right now. This- this isn’t part of the promise!`

She was scared at first but slowly her mind relaxed.

“Down the line.”

He pouted. “Hannah… I’ll support you. I don’t really understand it, but I feel strong… I feel like I’ll be able to do anything once my problems are taken care of.”

She bit her lip. `I somehow believe him. Even though I don’t have to, I would be giving up my future so soon and letting him look after me… I know a bit of magic but I’m not anything special if my education stops here. It’s a bad idea, but-` In her mind, the image of manly little emerald-eyed children with a mix of her and Paul’s hair colors was overwhelming. Her body flooded with hormones and lust.

`I-It’s a bad idea… I don’t have to.` He was looking at her with sad eyes.

`I…` She gave in.

“Okay, Paul.”

“Oh thank God!” He breathed, panting and sweating a little just from restraint before he finally lifted her legs and entered her by driving down inside of her. Hannah’s eyes rolled back.

`I-I’m actually being bred right now… I don’t dislike it. I feel my body wishing to be one with him. My insides twist and beg to carry his product. It’s like some force is driving me to want to be his, and to create something that is both of ours.`

They continued like that for hours. Hannah was not able to get any work done.

–

Hannah felt an insistent hand on her shoulder as she was returning from patrol. She was only with one person, so it could only be…

“Dalton?” She turned and felt herself being pressed against the nearest building. It was aggressive, but not harmful. He was bold, but not forceful. Her eyes widened as he regarded her cornered self.

“I don’t wanna wait. I’m not like that guy, so I’m not gonna hang around you and pretend I don’t like you.”

“Oh.” She nodded. She tried to think for a moment, and could not come up with any reason against it. She tilted her hat that had been fitted around her ears up to allow better room around her face.

“I guess you win.” She did not particularly mind. She was waiting for Leam, but another man announced himself first. Leam was preferable, but Dalton was her type physically, and he was there. She raised her arms and draped them over Dalton’s shoulders. He bent down to close the distance created by their height difference and kissed her. She slid her tongue in and his pushed in around it. He closed his eyes, content to stay like that. Dinae could not help but think.

`If Leam saw this and learned I was doing this with Dalton already I think he’d be upset but he’d give up right away.` She shrugged her shoulders and pressed herself into him, her perky breasts squishing against his broad chest.

`There’s no helping it.`

Leam rounded the corner and saw the sight. Dinae’s eyes flitted to the side. She did not stop. They were neither ridiculing, nor shamed, nor pleased. They seemed to be questioning him and appraising his reaction. She thought as Dalton started to place his hands on her with abandon. One hand on her hip, another on her side near her breast.

`I think he might cry. I don’t really want that. It would be sad. I guess he’ll probably run away now since he realizes I’ve been stolen from under his nose.` She watched casually, as if she were an observer and not a participant, and it was a scene between Dalton and Leam, not the three of them. For Dinae’s forward personality, she had no patience for mind games or personal politics. She wanted people to speak their mind and do whatever was on their mind, since it was how she behaved. She did not understand that some had barriers that could stop them because she barely had any.

`Huh?` She saw Leam clenching his fist and walking forward.

`This isn’t like him. It seems like he’s acting without thinking. It’s like he’s being beyoğlu escort driven.` She wondered what he was going to do.

“Hey!” Leam shouted, shoving Dalton in the shoulder. The man barely moved, but he leaned back from Dinae and glared at Leam for interrupting.

Dinae know it was not going to turn out well, because Dalton was someone that was fit to be a soldier, but had the temperament of a recruit, and Leam was simply acting tough. He turned on a dime and punched Leam in the cheek, causing him to fall flat on his ass.

“Hey yourself! Don’t touch me. Can’t you read the situation? Get out of here, or sit and watch. I don’t care either way.” He slid the hand that was on Dinae’s hip around to her rear, digging his palm in under the cheek and lifting her a little. He pressed her further against the wall, his bulge making contact between her legs. He was frustrated and on edge, but to make a point Dalton went back to kissing her.

Dinae stared down at Leam. He was shaking. `I feel bad for him. He worked up the courage to do that, but Dalton is too strong. Now that he knows he can’t do anything he’s probably going to run away. I’ll have to think about what to do when he tries to talk to me alone later.` She sighed, closing her eyes. She earnestly returned the kiss, expecting Leam to leave, anyway.

“Hey…” Leam uttered. She opened her eyes in surprise. Leam glared at Dalton.

“I’m not done!”

“Yeah. You’re done. I’m basically two thin bits of fabric away from fucking her right now, and she’s reciprocating. You need to just give up. You were too slow.”

Leam ignored Dalton. “Dinae, I’m sorry I was so slow. It’s my fault so I’ll take responsibility. Right now I want you to move away from this guy and come over to me because I’m going to tell you everything I’ve wanted to tell you and do everything I’ve wanted to do to you so far.”

“Hmm…” She took a moment to think as Dalton was still all over her.

“No isn’t an answer I want to hear, so just get over here. You can fuck that guy at any point but since we’ve known each other a long time this will be the only chance to finally talk like I’ve been wanting.” Leam explained.

Her ears perked. “Oh. That’s a good point.”

Dalton stuttered. “W-what? But-“

She pushed him away. He stepped back and let her go. “If nothing comes of this I’ll come back, Dalton, though if it seems like it’s going to work out I’ll probably just have to have us go back to being partners.” Dinae said frankly.

Dalton grabbed his head. “The fuck? What are you saying!? Do you think I can just go back to-“

Leam grabbed her hand and began leading her away. Dinae smiled widely. “This isn’t like you.”

“I know.” He admitted.

“You were just going to fuck him and be his if I didn’t do anything?” He asked, trying not to make it sound like he was blaming her.

“Probably.” She responded as frankly as he expected. It made him smile.

“That. That is the reason I like you. You do everything you want to do and you mean everything you say. You’re the opposite of me and…” He panted a little from the physical exertion of confronting Dalton and dragging her away up the hill towards his home.

“And I need you to fill in all the blanks of my life that I can’t do, and I want to fill in all the blanks for you.” He explained.

“What are those?” She asked curiously, her tail wagging behind her.

“I know you have no desire to look after the things you don’t want to look after. The home, relationships and other social matters that bother you. You’re so outgoing!” He laughs.

“When you want to be, but you can’t humor anyone that you don’t care about. That’s how I know you like me, because there would be no reason for you to ever talk to me if you didn’t. I want to handle the things you can’t handle, and vice-versa.”

“What are you gonna handle?” She teased.

“I can handle everything.”

“What?” She seemed surprised.

“The cihangir escort only thing I couldn’t handle until now was you.” He claimed forwardly.

Her lip quivered before she broke into a cackle. “That’s so good! So, we’re invincible?”

“Yep.” He smirked.

“You didn’t even seem to care that I was about to do things with Dalton.”

“Before, I would’ve gotten so anxious that I couldn’t even speak. I’d probably have just collapsed or run when I saw it. But none of that was able to stop my urge to express myself to you and have you this time. It didn’t even present a barrier to me.”

“That’s… Hot.” Dinae kissed him with the lips she had just kissed Dalton with. They were already in front of Leam’s home, but they were not going in.

“You have the ability to handle it now? You can handle anything?”

“I think so? Nothing feels like it’ll stop my feelings for you at this point, nor my ability to express them.”

“So could watch while I fuck Dalton?”

“H-huh?”

“Well… It’s just a feeling I got but you don’t actually give off sexual energy. Just the emotional kind.”

“Is… That right?”

“Yeah. So, is it accurate to say that you’re unfazed when I do stuff to Dalton and he does stuff to me?”

Leam scratches his ginger head. “I don’t like it, but I don’t care… I still love you and want you. The idea of you loving and wanting someone else is-” He looked down as she grabbed his hand.

“Not loving and wanting, because I don’t really. I want Dalton after what he did, but I do Love you. I think the strong you is very cute. What if you took me back to fuck Dalton and watched, and then took me away after?”

Leam’s face flushed. “I don’t want to. But I can handle it.” He groaned.

“Even this weird, open side of you is so… You. I kind of get it. You’re saying that you have physical desire for Dalton due to what he started with you, but you love me and want to be with me. A normal person would ignore the physical feelings but you’re saying you trust me to let you do what you want?”

“You actually know me so well. That’s exactly what it is. This is why I think I wanna return your feelings, because you’re probably the only person in the world that gets that I just want to do what I want to do.”

Liam nodded. “In a sense, it’s a comfort because that means I’m the only person that can really be with you, huh?”

She winked. “See? Now you get it.”

Leam felt a little bad Initially he felt bad that she wanted to have sex with Dalton still. Now he felt bad that Dalton would get a warped feeling of her from what she wanted to do.

`He would never be able to accommodate this side of her. Since he sees her on patrol, he thinks she’s a normal Beastfolk girl. But I’ve lived around her my whole life.` He turned around and pulled her back.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Y-you mean it?” Dinae covered her mouth and gasped.

“I’d be fine if you said no.”

Leam exhaled through his nose. “But you want to. You should get to do whatever you want and I’ll get you, unconditionally. That’ll be how we work.”

Dinae hugged him from behind. “What happened to you? You’re like a Hero, now?”

–

Dalton was sulking under a tree outside of town. They found him together. “What do you want? I thought you made your choice?” He said to Dinae. He waved at Leam.

“And to you? Congrats, I guess. What do you want?”

Leam urged her forward. “I want you to fuck my girlfriend.”

“W-what?” Dalton blinked. Dinae giggled to herself, stepping forward.

“This doesn’t make any sense? What if she develops feelings for me? Or… has she?” He stared at her. She looked the same as always.

Leam sat down a few yards away as Dinae mounted his lap. “Wouldn’t that be something. What if Dinae caught feelings for you while I watched you having sex with her? Wouldn’t that be something…” Leam smiled.

`I know there’s a chance of that happening. It’s non-zero. But I want Dinae to have everything she wants. I’ll figure out how to bear any consequences that arise from that. Now that I think about it, it’s an exciting gamble.` Leam lifted his chin confidently.

“Ah… Dalton.”

“Y-yeah?” He grunted, pulling his pants down. Dinae was grinding over him.

“Do your best to make her love you I want to see if you can do it.”

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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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Diva Kang took a deep breath and put a big smile on her face as the stage she stood on was lifted into the crowded theatre above. As the stage rose from the theatre’s floor she could see that the seats were filled with people. The eyes of hundreds of potential customers were on her and the statuesque metal figure standing next her.

“Good evening everyone! I hope you’re enjoying Chasti-Permalock’s New Products Exhibition.” She paused and waited for the applauds of the excited crowd to die down. “My name is Diva Kang. Some of you may recognize me as one of Chasti-Permalock’s models from their online catalogue. Tonight, I have the honor of introducing you to Chasti-Permalock’s newest and most devious products.”

“Chasti-Permalock is well known in the…alternative…lifestyle scene,” she waited as some in the crowded chuckled at her description. “There are many companies that can make a chastity belt, chastity vest, and slave collar ensemble like the one I’m wearing now. However, unlike the Chasti-Permalock outfit I’m wearing, our company can make a set that becomes a seamless and permanent part of a submissive’s body while ensuring that her hygene needs can still be taken care of. For over a decade, our cutting edge technology has allowed us to produce the most advanced ‘security’ products on the market. Tonight, we will bring you the next step in our products’ evolution.”

“You may be wondering why there’s a large silver robot standing next to me. What if I told you that isn’t a robot?” Diva continued with the sly tone of an experienced saleswoman, “What if I told you, it’s a living, breathing young woman?” The crowd gasped.

“After years of research and development, Chasti-Permalock is ready to debut the Metalmaid suit. This elegant suit is made from our patented titanium alloy. The pieces are built around the wearer and fused into a seamless unit by our specialized nanobots. The titanium alloy ranges in thickness from two millimeters in the joints to five millimeters in the rigid places. We assure you that the lady inside will not be able to feel anything zeytinburnu escort through the shell of her suit.”

“The Metalmaid suit’s stern corset, arched back, and tall collar will ensure that the submissive inside will maintain the perfect posture and an elegant hourglass figure for the rest of her life,” Diva explained, gesturing to the Metalmaid’s slim torso and neck. “The nanobots in the suit assist the Metalmaid’s life support system and cares for the wearer’s daily nutritional, hygienic, and waste disposal needs when she is attached to our patented Metalmaid Charging Station.”

“The Metalmaid suit encases the wearer’s head in a seamless chrome helmet that covers her face. There are no holes in the helmet nor is there a hidden visor. Inside of the helmet there are two LCD screens in front of the wearer’s eyes that are connected to the two cameras on her collarbones. She also has earbuds in her ears that allow her to hear the sounds outside of her helmet. These devices allow a Metalmaid’s master to control how much of the outside world she is allowed to see and hear. The master can even program the Metalmaid suit to automatically make things like words or television screens blurry on the wearer’s LCD screens.”

“Since there are no holes in the helmet, each Metalmaid suit is designed with breathing vents on the neck. These vents are carefully installed by one of Chasti-Permalock’s experienced surgeons and insures that the young lady inside is able to take in Oxygen. The Metalmaid’s owner can open and close the vents if he and his submissive are into breathplay and can even program the suit to toggle the vents automatically. A Metalmaid’s owner can also decide if he wants the vents installed above or below the vocal cords. Installing the vents above the vocal cords will allow the Metalmaid to moan and squeal but installing the vents below the vocal cords will render her silent.”

“Each Metalmaid suit comes equipped with rods that fill up the wearer’s…” Diva smiled suggestively and continued, kağıthane escort “Most sensitive areas. The rods are designed to always keep the wearer on the edge. Throughout this entire presentation, the young woman in the Metalmaid suit next to me has been struggling to stand still through the pleasure and frustration of being teased and denied.” Diva grabbed the remote under the black armband on her left arm, “Let’s see what the Metalmaid suit can do on full power.” Diva ran her finger across the remote’s touchscreen. The Metalmaid on stage began to tremble and struggled to remain standing. Her metal knees came together with a “clank” and her hands covered her groin. As Diva watched the remote screen, the Metalmaid continued to shutter until her body suddenly jolted up! “According to the suit’s readouts, our Metalmaid has just released all of her pent up frustration.” The crowd oohed and awed. “However, every good master knows that sometimes he has to discipline his submissive. The Metalmaid suit is designed to help with that too. Let me demonstrate the ‘punishment’ feature.” Upon hearing that, the Metalmaid shook her entire torso left and right and began waving her hands at Diva. Diva pressed her finger against the remote’s touchscreen and the Metalmaid’s body shot up straight as her arms flew out to her sides, fingers splayed open, knees buckled, and legs rattled violently. “The owner of a Metalmaid can decide whether he wants the young woman inside to be rewarded with endless pleasure or punished with excruciating pain.”

Diva gave the Metalmaid a moment to recover before she continued. “A Metalmaid suit is programed to force its wearer to follow all commands from her master or it will automatically punish her.” Diva turned to face the Metalmaid. “Metalmaid, put your arms behind your back and don’t move them until this presentation is over.” The Metalmaid rushed to put her arms behind her back and locked her hands together. “Once a young woman has begun the transition process, we stop calling her by her old name fulya escort and refer to her as Metalmaid. Letting go of her old identity and accepting that she is to become a faceless drone helps her to cope with the fact that once the face shield is applied, no one, including herself, will ever see her face again.” The crowd fell eerily silent.

Hoping to reinvigorate the crowd, Diva continued, “At Chasti-Permalock, the design is only limited by…”

“Your imagination!” the crowd shouted in unison.

Diva smiled. “Chasti-Permalock offers a wide-range of customizable options on a Metalmaid suit. As I said earlier, you can choose whether or not your Metalmaid can make a sound. You can increase the height of her heels and keep her on her toes. You can order a Metalmaid suit with openings that allow you to access strategic points of your submissive and cover them up with metallic rubber caps that blend into the suit when you’re not using her.”

“I know our returning customers have already melded Chasti-Permalock products to their submissives. Worry not, our engineers can work with you to incorporate our older products into your Metalmaid’s design!”

“Every Metalmaid suit comes equipped with a virtual typewriter and word processor that only the wearer can see through the LCD screens in front of her eyes. This allows each Metalmaid to keep a journal that is transmitted to Chasti-Permalock’s Research and Development Team and accessible to her master. Some journal quotes from the Metalmaids in our prelaunch program are…”

“I’ve never been so lost in the unending darkness and silence of sub-space.”

“Life in this suit is an everlasting misery and an unending bliss.”

“Every punishment shock feels like a fire inside of me!”

“I’ve never experienced such a strong flood of pleasure.”

Diva looked up at the crowd. “Once a Metalmaid suit has been fitted and applied to a submissive it can never be removed. This product is not for beginners nor is it for hobbyists. Wearing a Metalmaid suit is the ultimate leap into a life of service and submission. A Metalmaid will spend everyday of her life living out the most extreme bondage and sensory deprivation experience imaginable. Thank you for coming to this evening’s exhibition.” With that Diva Kim took a bow before a room filled the with thunderous applauds of hundreds of dominants and the apprehensive claps of their worried looking submissives.

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