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“Alright, I’m ready. Are you sure the little kid should be here?” Gerald, former head of an entire house of The Order of Hermes, had questioned David for the last time.

“He’s my apprentice isn’t he? Are you trying to overstep my role as his teacher?” David said coldly.

A small and scrawny Jason looked up at his master. “I can do it Sir.”

“I’m not trying to overstep, I just know a thing or two about teaching kids.” Gerald said with a glare.

Jason was a thin boy in an oversized red robe, black pants, and a power rangers T-shirt he had leftover from his parents. He looked with fascination at the mages room that sparkled with trinkets and charms. Rubbing his eyes on his robe, his ten year old body was out of place in the enormous library of materials, and the arcane vault of treasure. “Is it scary?”

“It might be a little too scary for you.” Gerald said softly as he leaned down to the boy’s bright green eyes.

“When my Master took over your position, you swore your oath to a new field and relinquished your old titles.” David put his hands behind his back and stared again.

“Don’t you dare pull rank on me. I watched your mentor fumble at the girls in highschool.” Gerald stood back upright and got right into David’s face.

“Do your fucking job, Elder.” David nearly spat it into his face.

“Whatever. Just give the kid a bedtime story after this.” Gerald sighed.

Flicking on the video, the twisted tape revved and ground its way back to life and started the cursed images burned into it. “What the fuck.” David whispered. A man sat with his torso ripped at the belly and his pooling and blood soaked innards trailed onto the floor. Around him was a concrete basement with sigils and drawings painted on the walls. The video flickered as the overhead light slowly wobbled from the ceiling. The camera holder for the home made snuff film jiggled the camera gently as they adjusted the focus.

“Just wait for it.” Gerald said with a hard swallow.

Slowly the corpse roused and two gray hands slapped themselves to the ground like he would pull himself into a push-up. Twisting and turning, the corpse did its best to rearrange itself into a more suitable position, but a large spike became apparent. Running through the intestine and sticking into the blood soaked concrete below, the head with a broken and mangled neck started to turn itself towards the camera. Jason whimpered and looked to his master with hope of being spared the image, but David stared ahead. What once held the man’s eyes were gored sockets with two large nails driven into his skull. The bleeding fingers of the corpse who had tried to claw their way out of the basement while living slapped against his own face, and through the flesh his bone could be seen.

Shining blue runes etched themselves into his facial spikes and wrapped around the attachments. As the red face looked into the camera, it opened its mouth as if it could still scream for help, but inside were ring after ring of teeth. With a slow and shambling movement, it lifted its arm before the tape cut out.

Jason didn’t mean to, but his legs ran dripping with liquid as his body shook. “Apprentice! You’re approaching your final test in only a year, will you still be wetting yourself and your robes by then?” Davids words cut into his core.

“No Sir.” Jason said quietly, tears running down his rosy cheeks and hitting his shirt. Gerald looked horrified at the young boy’s face and stepped forward to David with a stern point.

“Go clean yourself up while Gerald and I talk.” He ordered.

Jason nodded and grabbed for the doorknob, and the minute he shut the door, yelling began.

***

“Jason are you okay?” Kai shook him diligently to wake him. His strong features towered over Jason who was covered in sweat. “You did it again man. It’s okay. I’ll make tea.”

Jason could only nod at his tall and dark roommate whose muscles and faint tattoos could be seen under his tight shirt. “Thanks.”

Hearing Kai step down the stairs, he pulled back the covers and checked his bed for a spot. “You cant baby him all his life.” Miles quipped at Kai through the walls.

“Take it easy. He’s not like you.” Kai set the kettle and as the clatter of it began, Jason slid on his clothes for the day. From a scrawny child to a thin and lanky adult, Jason was pale beyond compare, and his eyes shone with dark green and heavy bags wrapping around under them. His nails were still bleeding from the last time he chewed them, and his body was frail with bruises from his last mission still wrapped around his back.

“Hey Kai!” Jason called as he slipped on pants and a belt. Waiting for his roommate to bound back up, he pointed to his own back. “Do you mind man?”

“Sure, kid. Sit down and try to relax.” Kai always had a warm smile. His ebony compared to Jason as he sat behind him made Jason see himself as a white painted wall. Pressing his two palms to Jason’s back, he heard a familiar psalm begin leaking from Kai’s lips and a warm sensation spread over him.

“Hey, şişli escort you ever do this to chicks?” Jason asked.

“Heal women? Why would I heal a woman?” Kai chuckled warmly.

“That’s not what I mean. When you heal it’s all warm and nice. Do you ever like to give massages with your magic?” Jason smiled as the warmth sunk deeper.

“It’s the divine, don’t call it what it is with your words.” Jason muttered an apology but Kai shook it off. “I had this girl back in Chicago, Riley. She was crazy, but it’s always the crazy ones who have exactly what you like. I used to give her these massages after we were done. I can still smell the lotion on her skin. She used to tell me it was like nothing she ever felt.” Kai and Jason laughed together and Kai removed his hands from Jason’s back. “You gotta be safer.”

“I just don’t like hurting people.” Jason mumbled.

“Next time someone comes at you with a baseball bat I’m gonna assume you know it’s okay to defend yourself.” Kai slapped him gently. “C’mon. Come get breakfast, we got work to do.” Kai said, standing and walking out of the room.

Jason sighed and nodded, slipping on a dark t-shirt and eyeing his packed room. In the center was a large altar, adorned with various charms and ritual items, and next to it was a wall completely covered in bookshelves stacked to the ceiling in magical texts. His bed was pushed into a corner, and like every morning he spent as David’s apprentice, he pulled the covers back and remade it tidily. Slipping on his socks, he looked at himself in the mirror one last time before he descended the carpeted stairs and greeted his other house mates. “Hey guys.”

Miles didn’t look up from his morning paper. Despite the internet age he hadn’t stopped ordering the paper and made a habit of refusing to interact as long as he was still reading. Miles had jet black hair while Jason’s was a delicate and thick blond with curls running through it if it got too long. Miles had a formal button down, khakis, and a pair of decently formal shoes. Ariana sat across the counter munching granola and she lifted a hand to wave. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her shirt was low cut with enough showing to make Jason avert his eyes. Her golden skirt had sparkles woven into it, either by magic or mundane methods. Ariana was always brash and bold, but today she seemed tired and slow to talk. Pouring himself cereal, Jason sat down at the counter and munched the dry rice based hunks with a foggy mind.

Kai set a steaming mug of tea in front of Jason who nodded a thank you. Miles folded his paper and let out a sigh before lifting his mug of coffee and downing it. Ariana’s bracelets clinked gently as she munched, her dark red nails shining in the sunlight creeping into their home.

The large six bedroom house had been assigned to them for the last two years as they operated as a group, but with all of their space they still mostly existed in the kitchen together and parted ways when they weren’t on missions. Kai volunteered at a local shelter when he wasn’t slinging coffee for a small coffee house, while Miles worked five days a week at a bank, his hands constantly checking and rechecking money.

Jason had a quiet office job as an accountant, his mind humming with numbers and excel sheets most days. “What’s our work guys?” He said excitedly.

“Kill a man.” Ariana said flatly.

“It’s not a man and you know it.” Miles snapped.

“Kill a thing.” She corrected.

Kai smiled at his teammates and joined them at the counter. “We have two leeches, a drop off, and a peace talk.”

Ariana groaned. “I’m so tired of hearing the Second Light cabal whine about their problems.”

“Garrett is doing the drop off and the peace talks.” Kai folded his arms. “We got the leeches.”

In a basement room, Garrett was a mess of wires and humming devices at all hours. His techno magic had him up all hours, and Jason suspected he didn’t sleep at all last night to do the 10am peace talks. He was a programmer and hacker who got recruited into the Mercurial Elite when he broke into one of their batches of data they leave around to test new potential recruits.

“Are we bringing the kid?” Jason asked nervously and watched as his roommates exchanged hesitant glances. “He is an adult.”

“Garret’s sort of an adult, if he could stop pissing unfiltered mountain dew for five minutes he’d be a great guy.” Ariana smiled into her food but Kai held up a hand.

“Not him. Derrick. He’s sixteen, that’s not an adult in my book.” Kai said sternly.

“Derrick is more than capable of defending himself.” Miles shot back.

“Have you ever considered asking the kid yourself? Maybe see what he wants to do?” Ariana sat up with a fierce look in her eye and stared down the three of them.

The tension was awkward as they waited for the next person to throw in, but as they sat it out, eyes slowly turned to Jason. “Don’t look at me!” They all raised their eyebrows and waited. “…I say…we tuzla escort take him. He’s a fighter and he can hold his own. Besides, Ariana is right. We can’t protect him from danger forever.”

“He deserves a normal life man.” Kai sighed.

“He lost it the minute he awakened.” Miles grumbled.

The four sat silently with remorse for a minute before Kai clapped his hands together. “I’ll go wake him up.” Leaving the room he headed down the hall and knocked gently on the kids door. “Hey Derrick…you wanna come on a mission?”

Slowly the door opened and a teenage boy with sandy blond hair poked his head out. For his age, he was overwhelmingly muscular. Derrick compulsively worked out to cope with his PTSD, his body scarred and mangled from his years with his father. “You mean it? You’re not tricking me into going out for food again?”

“If you eat breakfast you can come with. Official business, I promise.” The boy opened the door to his room that reflected his feral lifestyle. He had a mattress, a backpack and various school materials strewn about, and a small stack of books he stole from a library. Kai did his best not to mention the room’s state but waited as the kid slid on a shirt. Seeing him emerge from the hallway, the others greeted him warmly, but Jason bit his lip.

In their first year, Derrick was found in an old hotel on the roof where his Dad had left him for five years. The boy was eighty pounds when they took him home, fed him, and realized he was one of the awakened. The boy had been brought up in the Akashayana, a group of warrior monks who train like demons, and were known for mentorships that got some of their people killed. No one really knew what he had been through, but after forged papers and fights and schools, Derrick had been enrolled in therapy through The Order of Nine Traditions. “I was told there was breakfast?” He mumbled nervously. His hands gripped and flexed when he was anxious, his completely scarred over knuckles popping as he adjusted to the room.

“Yeah! I’ll throw some eggs on.” Miles seemed to only tolerate most of the group at best, but he had a soft spot for kids. Cracking a few eggs into a pan he seasoned them lightly as he smiled back at Derrick.

“Thanks.” Derrick mumbled and took a seat at the counter. “So…what’s the work?”

“Murder.” Ariana again threw out the words flatly. To her, every life was sacred. Her order of ecstasy seeking occultists and ravers never put much space between humans and vampires.

“Cool.” The boy smiled for the first time in a while.

Kai thought for a while, his brows furrowed and his arms still folded. Catholics didn’t have any knowledge of vampires, but he could imagine what they would say. Despite that, Kai saw the best in people every time he could. He saw the lonely and scared Derrick, the hurt and brilliant Jason, the adventurous and rebellious Ariana, and even had a few soft feelings for Miles. Miles and Garrett had stayed their distance from Kai when they didn’t need healing, the buddhist Chakravnti preacher that Miles embodied clashing consistently with the Celestial Chorus proselytizing that Kai had. “As long as he’s hurting someone, he’s gotta go.”

“If you praise the lord right now I’ll spit in your eggs.” Miles joked.

“Didn’t do your morning meditation? You seem grumpy.” Kai added, curious how far their playful teasing could go.

“Easy boys. Save the blood for the mission.” Ariana smiled at them.

“Can I ask you guys something?” Derrick added.

“Sure little man, what’s going on?” Ariana offered her hand as a sign of peace in her tradition.

“Why do you keep working together? I thought this was a temporary thing for…politics.” The boy seemed uncomfortable.

Ariana looked to Jason who recited the decree from memory. “As the order of nine traditions has seen success from each of your members, it pleases us to keep your cabal, and now family together.”

“Family?” Derrick looked puzzled.

“That’s you. We adopted you. Technically on all the paperwork, Kai is your Dad.” Ariana smiled at him.

“Who’s my fake mom?” Derrick snorted.

“It’s Jason.” She watched as the kid looked at him with wide eyes before she laughed. “Sorry, you’re stuck with me.”

“That’s…weird.” Derrick thought as he clicked his tongue. Miles slid the cooked eggs to a plate and passed it to Derrick with a smile.

“Eat up. We have leeches to kill.” Miles pulled out his phone and texted Garrett to update him on the situation.

When his plate was clear, the five of them gathered into two cars and drove across the wind swept city of Denver until they arrived at a run down house with the windows boarded up. Jason grabbed his supplies and started painting the corners of the house in runes, muttering and chanting as he then covered the front door in a large symbol. Splitting into two teams the group covered the front door and the back. “Ritual is good to go.” Jason whispered to Kai.

“Ready?” Kai whispered to Jason and Derrick pendik escort who nodded. Signaling Ariana with a whistle, the back door was swiftly kicked in by Miles who drew his pistol on the vampire sitting at the couch. Kai flung open the front door and cleared the corners of the room as they held the vampire at gunpoint.

“Who the fuck are you?” The leech asked with a gruff voice. He looked to be in his thirties.

“Shut your mouth.” Miles cocked his pistol as they piled into the house and shut the doors as best they could into the now broken frames.

“We got a door here.” Kai whispered. Grabbing the knob as quietly as he could he slowly turned the handle. From out of the dark that the door had hid another man came leaping out and wrapped his arms around Derrick. Shouts were overlapping as Ariana lifted her hands to channel her magic. Kai and Miles repeatedly shouted orders at the hairy man with his arms around Derrick.

The vampire holding him hostage looked from person to person as he inched closer to his partner who stood and drew a knife. “Don’t do anything stupid now or I’ll drink this little shit dry.” Derrick began to struggle and kick against his grip but it was no use. “Think they’re hunters?” The man holding Derrick said to his partners.

“Why would they bring the kid, and what’s with the weird hand motions?” He pointed to Ariana.

“Fuck it. I’ll deal with the backlash.” Ariana slit her finger on the edge of her knife and began her chanting. As the others looked at her, it appeared as though she disappeared in a blink, but her movement quickly blurred towards the vampire faster than anyone could react. The leech started to pull back but the speed of her enhanced movement was more than enough to overpower him. As though she had teleported, she jammed the end of her knife into the leeches eye. He let out a scream and punched Derrick in the back of the head. Throwing the boy forward, he turned to face the time wielding mage.

His muscles tensed and soon the two were fighting faster than anyone could see. Jumping towards Derrick, the vampire with the knife bared his fangs just long enough that they were within an inch of the boy’s neck before the bang went off. Everyone but the two speed manipulating combatants froze as the one leaping for Derrick hit the ground in rage, his chest bearing a large and blacked hole from the bullet.

Kai stepped forward, squeezing the trigger six more times as he put round after round into the man’s chest, reaching him finally and pressing the muzzle to his face. With one final squeeze a burst of flame seemed to come from the muzzle but it quickly consumed the man. His bones appeared under his flaming skin, and with a puff, his body melted into a pile of ash and bones. Derrick turned around and let out a roar as he struck, his fist finding the knee of his previous attacker who let out a scream and appeared visible with a bloody bone poking through the flesh. “You fucking little child!”

Miles stepped in and gripped the jagged bone, yanking and twisting as he pulled on it. A bloody cry rang out from the beast as he slashed at Miles, the knife slicing right through his chest. “Miles!” Kai screamed, running to pick him up. Jason picked up the gun Kai had dropped and held it shakily at his target.

Gripping it tighter, he shook with fear. Derrick pulled his fist back and landed another blow into the vampire’s spine, and the crunch of vertebrae smashing filled the room. Ariana struck his throat with the side of her fist and yelled for Jason. “Shoot him!”

Jason shut his eyes and squeezed the trigger. “You mother fucker!” Ariana screamed, her shoulder gushing blood as she covered it. The leech started a deep belly laugh at her wound, but as he reached towards the free meal, he felt a deep and ripping tear at the base of his spine. Derrick stood with a knife embedded deep into the man’s flesh, his hands pulling as he screamed to cut further. With a wide eyed look of panic, he dropped to the ground. Kai pulled a stake from Miles’s belt and threw it to Derrick who drove it into his heart through his back. With that, the man hit the floor, paralyzed.

Kai finished his prayer over Miles and headed for Ariana who had sunk to her knees panting and groaning. “Oh fuck Kai.” She shifted to relax on her side as she covered the wound with her hand.

“It’s okay! You’re gonna be just fine. Breathe for me.” Her shaky body settled into the shock as she waited for the healer to begin.

Jason stood shaking still with the gun in his hands while Derrick delivered another hard kick to the vampire on the ground. Miles stood and panted, his chest now healed into a large scab running across his chest. “It’s okay Jason. Gimme the gun.” Jason muttered more apologies as he shook harder. “Hey Jason, look at me.” Jason looked up with a pale face. “It’s okay, it’s me. We all make mistakes.” Holding out the weapon he still shook with his hands out as it was taken from him. Miles nodded and holstered it, walking back to Kai. “How’s she doing?”

“Gimme time man. Take the freak into the basement okay?” Miles nodded and grabbed the vampire by an arm as he started to drag him down the basement stairs. Following behind him, Jason and Derrick walked down the concrete steps as the floor stained with blood. Propping him up against the wall, Miles sighed and sat down. “Did you do the noise thing?”

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“You will find,” The Assistant near the door spoke suddenly, “that what we are depends greatly upon our purpose, and that our purpose depends greatly upon what we are.”

With that, he opened the door and Abigail flew into the room. The other girl dashed across the circular chamber and collapsed into Thalia’s arms. Her chest was heaving as she sucked in air. She had clearly sprinted up the tower stairs. Thalia heard the chamber door close again with a thud.

“They…” Abigail started, but had to stop to catch her breath. “They said…”

Thalia shushed her friend and ran her hands over her blonde hair, attempting to soothe her. It was such a familiar gesture, and brought back so many memories from the Quarantine Ship that for a moment Thalia’s eyes misted over. With a frustrated wave of her hand, Thalia banished both the memories and the tears. She pressed Abigail back by the shoulders until the other girl was more properly seated on the window seat and looked into her face.

“I’m fine,” Thalia said. She saw Abigail run skeptical eyes over her bruised and bandaged face. Suddenly slight uncomfortable, Thalia bit her damaged lip and repeated, “I’m fine.”

“Okay…” Abigail looked very unsure. She reached out and took one of Thalia’s damaged hands. “Because they said—”

“I don’t care what anyone said.” She returned with as much certainty as she could muster. “I’m not talking about what happened. I don’t care about it. We are not going to sit here and cry, Abby. We need a plan.”

“A plan?” Her friend returned blankly. She slowly pulled her hands away from Thalia’s and sat back, blue eyes wide.

“Yes, a plan,” Thalia leaned in closer and looked into Abigail’s eyes, as if she could see the Assistants’ tonic at work, “Are you drugged, Abigail? We need to get out of here. We need to escape—”

“Stop!” Abigail’s hand was suddenly clamped over Thalia’s mouth. Her other hand cupped the back of Thalia’s head and pulled her in so that she could speak directly into her ear, “You can’t talk like this,” She whispered, “Not here and not with them,”

Abigail nodded meaningfully toward the Assistant droids standing passively by the door. Thalia pulled away from her friend, disentangling her hand from Abigail’s grasping hands.

“The Assistants?” She asked, failing to whisper, “I know we were scared of them, Abigail, but they really just want to help. Somehow my rank means I can ask more of them now. They will help me if they can…”

Abigail was already shaking her head.

“Trust me,” She said in a lowered voice, her eyes still on the Assistants, “that is what they want you to think. Every robot in this citadel reports directly to the King. They all share one mind, Thalia. What one knows, they all know.”

Realization hit Thalia like a bucket of water. “They’re spies,” She whispered.

It made suddenly made sense. As soon as Xieol had noticed her affinity for the Assistants, they had become more helpful. He had even told her to make friends with them, and they had suddenly become almost friendly. göztepe escort Every question she asked them was being reported to him, or to his father. The Arktzirax had never chanced leaving her alone without a robotic chaperone. And, yet, when she had seen Xieol kill them, she had felt such pity for them. Even comradery. Was it all a trick?

“I’m so stupid,” She whispered, and would have put her head in her hands but the sight of her bandaged wrists stopped her. Bile rose in her throat. Humans were so weak. She was weak. Xieol had hardly touched her yet and almost her entire body was damaged in some way. There did not seem to be a way to survive this. And suddenly all her vague escape plans were drying up.

“Leave us,” Abigail’s voice startled her out of her thoughts.

“Our apologies, Lady Abigail, but that goes against our instructions.” An Assistant responded.

“Get out,” Thalia said, but her voice was weak. Still, she had to try. It was no surprise when her request was politely declined as well.

“Then come here,” Abigail said suddenly. Thalia glanced at her, confused, but her friend’s face was a mask of determination. “Both of you.”

Both Assistants consented happily and came to stand before Abigail, who had climbed to her feet. Thalia looked up at her friend in wonder as she instructed the droids to turn around. Again, both Assistants were more than happy to comply.

Abigail brought her hand quickly to the back of the Assistant’s neck. Thalia saw something flash in her friend’s hand, and heard a small metallic click, before Abigail spoke again.

“We are going to take a nap now. You will stand by the wall and make sure nothing bothers us.” Abigail was speaking to the back of the Assistant’s head while she quickly fiddled with something at the base of his neck.

“Y-Yes, Your….” The Assistant’s voice was slurred, and his steps were faltering. He slowly walked to the other side of the chamber and stood facing the wall. Thalia could just make out the glint of something metal protruding from the clear casing of his neck. She turned to ask Abigail what was happening, but the other girl was already hard at work on the other Assistant.

Abigail had opened a small hatch in the clear casing of the second robot’s neck. A bead of sweat ran down her temple and slid off her chin. With trembling fingers, she picked away at some inner-workings of the robot with a tiny metallic sliver. Thalia had no idea where it had come from, and was frightened to ask. She had never seen Abigail focused like this. Her friend was working as quickly as she could, her fingers white with their grip on that small metal tool.

Then there was a small click, and with a relieved sigh, Abigail slid the entirety of the instrument into the Assistant’s exposed spine. She flicked the small hatch closed and sat back on the bench with her eyes closed in relief and exhaustion.

“What—” Thalia started, but was cut off by a raised hand from her friend.

They sat together çorlu escort in silence for a moment, and Thalia watched her friend’s strained face in growing concern. Questions buzzed behind her lips, but she kept them quiet. After a few more seconds, Abigail smiled.

“No sirens,” She said as she opened her eyes, “I must have done it right. At least, I hope I did…”

Despite her doubt, Abigail looked triumphant as she rose to her feet and gestured for Thalia to follow. As the two girls walked to the door, the Assistant Abigail had tampered with the most followed. The other Assistant stood obediently staring at the wall.

“Open the door,” Abigail instructed. Her voice was confident, but Thalia could see a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. This was a crucial moment for her.

“Yes, Your Ma—”

“Don’t talk.” Abigail cut in abruptly. Her big blue eyes flicked from the robot to Thalia nervously.

The Assistant crossed the room without another word. He efficiently disarmed the wooden door and unlocked it. As soon as it swung inward, he placed his palm on the solid white wall beyond. A portion of the wall slid back with a click. The robot stood back obediently to allow them to pass.

Thalia would have spoken, but a sharp look from her friend silenced her. When Abigail rose and walked towards the door, Thalia was close behind. The Assistant followed meekly, keeping an exact ten paces behind. He did not speak again. His companion stayed behind, staring at the wall as instructed. As they began down the stairs, Abigail picked up her pace.

“Where are we—” Thalia started, but Abigail spun and slammed a hand over her mouth.

“Quietly.” Her friend whispered. “He’s disconnected from the hive mind, but every other robot in the Citadel is working just fine. The Assistant upstairs will keep reporting that we are napping. We have to either get out or get back before someone goes to check.”

As they hurried down the stairs, Thalia managed to get a few whispered questions answered. Abigail had manually overridden the Assistants, and not in a way that could be reversed. The Assistants were irreparably damaged, and there was an immediate danger that someone would notice before the girls were far enough away. If they did not manage to escape, they would need to destroy these Assistants to cover their tracks. It was a risk to leave them behind, but Abigail could not think of an alternative. It would be suspicious if both Assistants suddenly stopped reporting.

They hit the main floor and continued their flight through the mazes of endless white halls. Both girls dropped their voices even lower, aware that the further from the tower that they ventured, the higher the risk of discovery.

“But,” Thalia whispered so quietly she wasn’t sure her friend would hear, “How did you know how to do that? Why didn’t you do it before?”

There was a long pause as they cautiously turned a corner. Upon finding the next corridor empty, they picked up speed again. Never flat ümraniye escort out running, that would be far too suspicious, but they walked quickly enough to build a sweat. Just as Thalia was about to repeat her question, Abigail finally answered.

“I’ve never done it before,” She whispered without looking back. “But I’ve seen Thruk do it. When he doesn’t want anyone to overhear him, or when he wants to spy. It’s extremely illegal. He told me that if he was caught, or if I told anyone, the King would execute us both.”

Abigail glanced back at the trailing Assistant quickly and lowered her voice even further. Thalia had to arch her neck over her friend’s shoulder to hear.

“Right now,” Abigail’s voice was barely audible, “That robot thinks I’m the King. No access will be refused, and he will tell me anything. Plus, the King’s actions are confidential. Nothing he does is reported back to the Mind. Still, it’s a very dangerous game.”

Thalia could only gape at her friend. What happened when the Assistants realized there were two Kings? Or when someone went to check on the two humans taking a nap in the tower? What if they were to cross paths with Xieol or the King himself? A dangerous game, indeed.

They were much deeper in the Citadel now. Signs of life were still scarce, but every now and then some grotesque object hung on the wall. Trophies of war, no doubt. Thalia tried not to look at them. The small numbered plaques that indicated doors were also becoming fewer and further between, indicating that the within were growing in size. When they passed a door near the end of a particularly furnished corridor—its’ walls featured a painting of Arktzirax soldiers in battle, a blood spattered helmet and a gilded axe with a splintered handle— the murmur of voices sounded behind a door.

Alarmed, Thalia looked to Abigail. The other girl was already waving the Assistant closer. Thalia could not hear what her friend told the robot, but the Assistant nodded and led them around the corner quickly. They passed three more doors before the Assistant came to a halt before a plain expanse of white wall. There was no plaque to indicate a room within, or anything else that would have caused Thalia to glance twice at it.

The Assistant leaned down and ran his hand along the crevasse where the wall met the floor with one hand. When he seemed to find what he was looking for, he pressed down hard. His entire finger sank into the wall. With a sharp rotation of his wrist, he turned his finger like a key, and a small compartment opened directly above his hand. The Assistant quickly punched in some code, and the wall retracted into itself silently.

Unlike most doorways Thalia had seen in the Citadel, which were sized to accommodate the likes of Mighty Xieol and the other Arktzirax, this doorway was fairly narrow. It also opened into complete darkness. The Assistant took a step backwards to clear the way, and waved his hand as if beckoning them to enter. Abigail complied quickly. The second she stepped through the doorway, she was consumed into the darkness. It was as if she had fallen into some vertical hole and vanished from sight.

Thalia hesitated split second, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling as she contemplated the contrast of the darkness and the bright sterile lights above. With a deep breath, she stepped forward and was swallowed by the blackness.

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I only offer this to entertain. If at least a few people get their feelings tugged around, I consider my mission accomplished. If I can give somebody a few laughs, or inspire an orgasm, that’s even better.

Thanks to the editors and authors who have helped me improve my writing from ‘Painfully Godawful’ to ‘Average’. I hope at least one of them will look at this and smile.

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At age 25, I had invented the portable fusion generator. After making half a trillion dollars, I donated ten thousand of the generators to small towns in Africa, Asia, and South America. Only a few years later I become the world’s first multi-trillionaire. Soon after, I started doing a lot of charitable works and giving lots of money to help those in need. I got great satisfaction from rescuing the helpless, feeding the hungry, and giving the forsaken a chance at recovery. I did everything I could to benefit mankind. Several organizations approached me requesting money for drug prevention and treatment efforts. I was more than willing to help. My donation, by far the largest in history, helped quite a bit. Sadly though, a quarter trillion dollars wasn’t enough to totally stop the problem.

I was very old now, 104, and my health had started to fail. I still persisted in my quest for universal contentment. I’d closed my one remaining bank account a few minutes ago and was looking for a person to help with the little I had left. A young woman was pushing a baby stroller down the sidewalk. I saw her face had been marred by much grief, and she was far too thin. The carriage had a few rips in the fabric and rolled unevenly because of a damaged wheel. As the young mother approached me, I saw izmir escort a stack of resumes in her hand and a look of desperation on her face. She pushed the baby past me in the decrepit carriage and a few steps later I saw a heel break off her shoe. She was already very depressed, and the shoe was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She sobbed. “No! Why today! I need to be at the interview in half an hour!”

I called to her, “Miss! Miss! I can help a little.” I grasped my walking stick tightly and held out a hundred dollars with my other hand. I nodded toward a shoe store across the street.

“Are you sure?”

“Please. You need it more than I do.”

I felt a terrible pain in my chest as she smiled and said, “Thank you!” She took the cash and hobbled as she merrily pushed the baby across the street.

The pain worsened and I grasped my chest. I felt the weight of a hundred elephants crushing my heart. I fell to the sidewalk as I tried to gasp for air. A small metal and plastic cube fell into my hand as I heard a flapping noise, like a large bird would make. I looked up and thought I saw a pair of huge wings made of white feathers for an instant. I looked back at the object in my hand and saw a small display screen. It showed, “Next: 00:02”

It changed to “00:01”, and a second later I fell a short distance and splashed into mud and a few inches of water. My arms and upper body were resting on a mudbank at the edge of a lake, and my legs were in the cool water. I saw a castle ahead of me, and a human-sized blob of water sticking up from the lake’s surface. It changed to the shape of a beautiful woman. The watery apparition spoke with a melodic and powerful voice.

“I am the Lady of the Lake. I’ve waited three hundred years for you, to again kahramanmaraş escort help someone truly good. You gave eighty years of yourself to benefit the world. I give them back to your body.”

One of her fingers touched my forehead, and the extreme pain in my chest disappeared. I could breathe easily, and the wrinkles on my hands and arms rapidly faded. I felt like a new man, no older than twenty!

The magical voice continued, “You have been given an item of extreme technology, and it has brought you here. This world won’t see it’s like for another ten millennia. Keep it safe.” She waved her hand, and the cube was suddenly on a gold chain around my neck. “Make no mistake about the angel’s intent. Her mission was delivering your soul to the most blessed part of Heaven.

An alien species who has been watching Earth gave you the cube just before she arrived. They know of your astounding generosity as well, and gifted it to you. Your angel of death will return, but not in this century.

The one thing you lacked in life was carnal passion. I trade it for your empathy and kindness, which so many need more than you. You are freed of your drive to help the world. You have helped it more than a thousand men should. Enjoy at least one thousandth of the happiness you’ve given others.

Fare well, Champion of the Light.”

She touched the cube with her finger, and the water forming her splashed back into the lake. The screen changed from “Next: 1:08:09:02” to “00:01”.

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Suddenly I was laying on my back on blanket, on a sandy beach. The cube now showed “Next: 0:01:48:05”. An umbrella shaded me from the harsh sun. A nude and attractive dark-skinned woman lay inches to my left. Her eyes were closed but she was smiling. manavgat escort I saw and felt her arm on my belly and… AND HER FINGERS ON MY PENIS! We were naked, and she was slowly masturbating me on a public beach! Nobody looked upset, but at least ten people were watching!

A pretty and Nordic-looking lady in a blue bikini approached. She asked in Swedish, “May I help?” She looked toward my groin and licked her lips! I felt my erection stiffening even further as she looked at it.

The dark beauty to my left asked, “What is she saying?” in Congolese.

I translated, “She wants to help.”

I felt her hand slowly move up and down my shaft as she smiled and said, “I like to share.” She nodded and motioned toward my crotch. The blonde licked her lips, then kneeled and started licking the head of my penis! The pair stroked, licked, and sucked me until sperm blasted from my large but little-used rod. The crowd was quite entertained as the chesty and ebony beauty licked it off the blonde’s face.

They took turns riding me with their vaginas in front of the developing crowd, holding each other’s arms and helping them rise and descend. I was more than happy to hold and squeeze their breasts as they bounced up and down on my shaft in front of three or four dozen strangers. The crown and I were impressed by my stamina. Each of the busty ladies climaxed at least three times!

The blonde held my cock and helped the other slide it into her ass! For the first time, I was having anal sex, and in front of about fifty people! After I finally unloaded into a wonderfully warm and squishy colon, they finally spoke again, in their own languages.

The ebony beauty said, “One of the charities you started built a dam and irrigation project in my homeland. Thanks to you, thousands of farms have water, and a million people have food. I’m happy I could please you.”

The blonde told me, “You donated enough for Doctors Without Borders to hire hundreds of doctors and nurses and setup ten mobile hospitals. My parents are surgeons with them, and I start as a pediatrician next week. Thank you so much!”

I kissed each and saw the cube display change to “Next: 00:01”.

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Chapter 12- The Fall of House Faline, pt 2

Beinbalkr watched Aldrnari and Deild lead their small group in the direction of the private chambers of Matron Forelain. As soon as they were out of sight she walked into her office and returned with the largest meat tenderizer any of her maids had ever seen. It was a gift to her from a young gentleman caller a few hundred years ago when she had been a young maiden much like these girls standing before her now.

——(!)——

She had saved the young officer’s life during a skirmish on the surface with wild Animals made of a sleuth of bears, packs of wolves, leashes of foxes, droves of pigs, and several coveys of avian. They had taken to living in northern Annwyn in a makeshift Animal town, called a Kykvendiborg. As if Animals could understand the concepts of civilization. They were made to be owned, and ruled. There was just no way they could or should live without the firm hand of a Prime telling them what they should do and how they should live. Only with a strong fist could the Animals be drug out of the mud and made to have some semblance of sophistication. At least, that is how she used to think, how she had been taught to think before the raid.

Before the battle commenced, she saw Animals of many different species coexisting. Females that were clothed in dresses, aprons, and blouses with sarong skirts. Males that wore their various clothing according to their trade crafts. All of the fabrics were made with plant fibers like cotton, or fur like wool. Scattered in the streets of the markets were plates and silverware, blacksmith shops offered farm equipment and larger knives, swords, axes, halberds, and other martial weapons of war. There were glass blowers, silver and goldsmiths and every type of crafts she had seen in her own city of Idavollr. It was evident to anyone that wished to accept the truth, that Animals were just as sophisticated and cultured as any Prime race. And yet, as she stood there in horror at the massacre that was happening before her, she watched male and female Animals die side-by-side protecting their city and their families.

It was during that conflict that she had her eyes opened. She watched shops and markets burn. The town hall doors blocked and locked closed with the elected Council still inside before the building was set on fire. Males were slaughtered in the street while the females were drug out of their homes, shops, or businesses by their hair or dresses. They were thrown into the street alongside their dead husbands and sons and then they were stripped and raped in front of their children. The scene was horrifying and grisly, and yet, it didn’t keep her from using her wooden meat tenderizer on a wayward pig that charged in and almost gutted the young officer nearby.

On instinct and in fear for her life and of the beasts killing rage, she swung her mallet, in defense of the soldier so hard that it broke on the pig’s head. As it danced away, dazed from the impact, she tossed the broken handle away and jumped on it’s back and bashed it’s brains in with her skillet. The officer was so impressed and thankful he commissioned a dvergr blacksmith to make an enchanted mithril maul, fashioned into the likeness of a meat tenderizer. When the weapon was completed, he gifted it to her along with a proposal to court and marry her. Both young and stupid, she thought him not her type because he wasn’t as pretty as she wanted her eventual husband to be, so she turned him down but happily kept the hammer as repayment for the tenderizer she’d lost.

——(!)——

“By the goddess!” Istas, a tall, heavily muscled she-wolf growled at the sight of Beinbalkr’s hammer, “I didn’t know you served in the militia!”

“I didn’t,” Beinbalkr answered defensively at the accusation, but then purred proudly as she hefted the maul, “I was only ever a maid that worked my way up to Cook, and then became our Lady’s Pantler. This was a gift for saving a soldier’s life once upon a time when I was young like you all. I call it the ‘Tenderizer’…”

“Yeah, I bet anyone hit by that thing is tenderized alright, if not completely pulverized,” Svartsilki giggled as her two larger humanoid eyes blinked a split second before her other six smaller eyes did.

Beinbalkr smiled as she scanned her troop starting with Istas. The she-wolf was tall with short white fur on her belly and breasts that hid her nudity well unless she was in heat. Down her legs, arms, and back her fur was much longer and thicker. She had a long white mane of wild hair that fell to her buttocks, and no matter how the household staff attacked it, it was never tamed. As a matter of fact, they had stopped trying to groom Istas when it seemed to become increasingly frizzy and uncontrollable the more they brushed it. Her eyes were different colors, her right being a dark silvery blue while her left was a bright glacier blue/green. Her face was the only part of her that was denuded of fur revealing skin gümüşhane escort that was black with a silvery undertone while her eyebrows and eyelashes were long, thick, and white. Her triangular ears were long and pointed, and hung out over her shoulders very much like Alfar ears, however they were covered in short white fur while long hairs covered her ear canal to help keep dirt and grime out of them. Lastly, she also had a long, white, fluffy tail that grew out from between her buttocks and wagged gently back and forth helping her keep her balance as she walked on Animal hybrid hind legs with five toes and claws on each pawed foot.

No one gave Istas a weapon, she didn’t need one, her brute strength and her claws were deadly enough. Standing over six feet tall, she was head and shoulders taller than almost every woman in the room except of Svartsilki and Gloa, the only two Sven’dahl scullery maids standing just to Istas right and left.

——(!)——

The Sven’dahl, the goddess Arachne’s final and most special creation. They were meant to be reflections of her, of her terrifying beauty, and her will. However, in the end they were still only Animals, and insects at that, which the prejudiced Svartalf just couldn’t accept. Soon after the Sven’dahl’s creation, the goddess Arachne disappeared from the mortal plane.

Later when the Church was asked where their goddess had gone, High Priestess Serephvahl I announced that their goddess Arachne had left the mortal realm to return to the low depths of the Abyss to prepare a place for her people, the Svartalf. Since then, the authority of the Sven’dahl within the Temple of Arachne was marginalized, and finally, in the year 2345, less than a thousand years after their creation, High Priestess Serephvahl II banished the Sven’dahl from the church while Queen-Matron Lucustihl Nigrumarce exiled them to the lowest depths of Svartalfheim.

House Faline, like many others, purchase Sven’dahl as fodder for the House Militia’s. However, upon seeing Svartsilki and Gloa’s astonishing beauty Matron Faline had them assigned to Beinbalkr as maids. They were both still very young, each less than forty Animal years old, which meant that chronologically they weren’t quite twenty yet. They weren’t sister’s, but they looked as if they could be. They were both very beautiful, a necessity for their kind. Bought from the lowest and therefore the most impoverished depths of Idavollr, they were sold into slavery by mothers looking to make money off the fact that Sven’dahl females birth fifteen to thirty offspring per pregnancy. It was rather mercenary, but then, it gave their children a chance for a better life than the ones they would find in the debauched slums of the lower precincts. Unfortunately the number of Sven’dahl eggs or children populating the slave markets was so numerous that it pushed their value down to nearly nothing. However, exceptionally beautiful females could still demand a hefty price depending on their subspecies.

——(!)——

Svartsilki and Gloa both had black skin as dark as onyx. They both had white hair on their heads that was pulled back into a single thick braid that fell down their completely humanoid backs. Otherwise their bodies were completely hairless and smooth. Svartsilki’s eight eyes were glossy black orbs while Gloa’s were crimson. Their faces were small and feminine, with sharp jawlines and pouty plump mouths. Long Svartalf ears stuck out over their shoulders and twitched and moved to track any sound they heard. Svartsilki’s shoulders were narrow while Gloa’s were broad, and were Svartsilki’s breasts were small and easily cupped by her own hands Gloa’s were very large and hung down like wine kegs a little more than halfway to her navel. Though some Sven’dahl have four arms and hands, both Svartsilki and Gloa only had two.

Both their rib-cages, just below their breasts, swept down to slim waists that then swept out to exotically broad hips and overly thick rear ends before curving down to what appeared to be thick thighs and abnormally long shapely legs nearly twice as long as their torsos. If it weren’t for their hips and legs they would have looked exactly like Svartalf, and the fact that just below their navels their soft skin became the glossy hardened exoskeleton of a spider. Then there was the way their legs moved as they walked. Though their eight legs fit together so that they would appear humanoid, their individual legs moved weirdly as they tried to simulate natural musculature movement, and their crotches where their sexes were exposed was too wide leading to the gate of their walk being unnaturally sensual as the appeared to roll their hips exaggeratedly.

The final evidence of their species wagged up and down and to-and-fro behind them, almost like tails, but much stiffer. Connected to the base of their spines growing out from between their glossy black shell cheeks of their buttocks, hatay escort adding to reason their hips were about four inches too wide to be natural, were small spider’s abdomens that were glossy black with red hourglasses on the underbellies that could be seen through their thighs as they walked on two amalgamated legs. Because both girls were virgins, their abdomens were small, no longer than two feet long and no thicker than two feet in diameter at their thickest points. Of course that would change once they mated.

Svartsilki and Gloa’s eyelids with fine white eyelashes blinked rapidly as they stared back at Beinbalkr. Realizing she was lost in thought she smiled and scanned over to look at the classically beautiful Kvedja before moving on to Raudr-daga and Byggja-byrr. The last three of her party were Svartalf slaves sold to their Matron to settle debts. They stood between five feet tall to five and a half feet, and each was slim of breast, waist and hips appearing more-or-less like the stereotypical Svartalf female. Unlike the Animals they were permitted clothing, maids attire, which was scanty ever since the young Lords Faline took over the House.

Trying to seem reassuring, Beinbalkr finally returned to Istas, “When we leave this kitchen we will be deemed patriots or traitors depending on who gains control of this House tonight. Let us pray it is our Matron Forelain. From here Istas and Gloa lead the way to the barracks. We must find Trina. Svartsilki you bring up the rear…”

Everyone nodded, then Beinbalkr commanded, “Okay then, let us begin then!”

Istas led the way through the door, pushing it open softly and silently she immediately went down on all fours and shapeshifted into a white dire-wolf large enough that Beinbalkr could have ridden her if Istas let her. Dark and light blue eyes looked back at her before Istas was trotting off ahead of them down the hallway.

Gloa followed right behind Istas on two, long humanoid appearing legs while her broad oval abdomen bounced from side-to-side behind her like a tail. As soon as she was through the door there was an audible “snick-snickity-snick-snick” as her two humanoid legs broke apart into their eight individual legs. She widened her stance and went from being head and shoulders taller than Beinbalkr to being possibly a few inches shorter. She took a few seconds and stretched each leg and then in absolute silence she bolted off, running ahead of them down the hallway after Istas as she climbed the walls and became a dark silhouette running along the ceiling.

Beinbalkr took a deep breath and then she followed her girls out into the hallway. Kvedja, Raudr-daga, and Byggja-byrr were next, each in a half crouch with knives and rolling pins out in front of them nervously. They were pastry maids while Istas, Svartsilki, and Gloa were from the buttery. The Animals had instincts that made them natural killers, however, these three girls visibly shook from fear as they shuffled down the hallway back to back so that nothing could come up behind them. Beinbalkr grinned and shook her head, but kept silent as she followed Istas and Gloa. If the girls didn’t become complacent and relax, they just might make it through the night with their lives.

Svartsilki was the last out of the kitchen. She had long knives in each hand, and as she stepped into the hallway, like Gloa, there was an audible “snick-snickity-snick-snick” as her exotically long legs separated into eight thinner spider legs. She stretched, and then she moved more slowly behind the group spinning a small almost invisible line of spider thread a few inches above the floor, across the hallway, and then up the wall as she slowly climbed the ceiling.

Istas set a quick pace, running ahead sniffing out possible enemies, prowling in close so that she could ascertain whether the House Guard or staff were loyalists or traitors loyal to the Faline brothers. Once she knew, she retreated and led Beinbalkr and the rest down different paths and hallways. While Istas prowled below, Gloa was a darkness moving above, shadowing the she-wolf so as to give aid should the woman need it. Down one labyrinthine hallway after another they slowly made their way around the bulk of Hayden, Gunngrul, and Rweble’s forces until they came to the barracks and training grounds.

Beinbalkr came trotting up behind Istas who had shapeshifted back into her humanoid form and was crouched low against the wall as she watched the entrance of the barracks while Gloa had her eight legs fully extended as she lay across the ceiling like it were the floor.

“What have we here,” Beinbalkr whispered as she let her eyes shift into the infrared spectrum and immediately saw a large group of undefinable heat signatures.

“I smell many males and females within the barracks,” Istas answered, then she pointed to two lookout points carved into the wall several feet above the floor, ısparta escort “There are two watchmen. One male, the other female, and she is…bleeding. There’s also no way to tell if they are friend or foe.”

“So,” Beinbalkr mused as she leaned back behind the rockface wall of the hallway, “We have two snipers and no way to know if they’re friendly…”

“Pantler Beinbalkr,” Svartsilki whispered as she came scuttling up behind them with a single fiber of silk webbing still attached to the end of her spider abdomen.

“Yes, Silki,” Beinbalkr answered as she looked up and struggled to see the heat of the spider before her.

“Madam, Gloa and I can ambush the watchmen,” Svartsilki continued once given permission, “We hold our heat deeper inside our bodies than most, and since most things in the Svartjord see in infrared, we can also lower our exterior body temperature so that we disappear into the surrounding rock.”

“Yes, do that,” Beinbalkr agreed with a confident nod, but then warned, “Just, don’t kill the watchmen, we don’t know if they are friends or not, and besides after tonight we still have to live with them and their families. Best not do something we will regret later if possible.”

“Understood,” Svartsilki agreed with a nod, “We will put them to sleep with a mild poison.” and then she scrambled away and up the wall to join Gloa. There was a brief exchange as she explained the plan, and then they disappeared from everyone’s infrared vision as they lowered their body temperature to match the surrounding rock.

Istas was crouched low so that Beinbalkr could lean over her and peer around the corner to see what was happening. As she watched, two Svartalf forms suddenly came into view as their cloaks of invisibility fell down their backs behind them. They were lifted straight up into the air, as if they were being snatched up by nooses around their necks as their hands clawed at their throats and their legs kicked wildly. They partially disappeared behind the cool silhouettes of Gloa and Svartsilki as each Sven’dahl overpowered their prey and spun webbing around them, cocooning them within seconds leaving only wide-eyed faces uncovered so they could breathe.

Beinbalkr gasped as Svartsilki and Gloa used their front inner thigh/front leg pincers that were pedipalps, their hands, and arms to hold the watchmen close to their bodies. She was on the verge of calling out, but her voice was stuck in her throat as the small chelicerae, maxilla, and labium between their legs spread open revealing their virgin sexes. She had seen the girl’s naked hybrid bodies all their lives. Hell, they were Animals and never allowed to wear clothes, so she knew every intimate detail of their bodies, and yet, never had she seen them expose themselves like they were now.

When securely in place and closed, their chelicerae looked very much like a woman’s external labia starting at what would have been a normal woman’s pubic mound and curving between the inner thighs of their merged legs. At the tips of each chelicerae were fangs that curled over their labium to end where their anus’ should have been but instead was where their humanoid pelvis joined their spider’s abdomen. Once their chelicerae wiggled and rose up away from their bodies like a fifth set of small hand-length legs, then two smaller glossy black maxilla positioned at the bottom and to each side of their vaginas spread open like inner labia. All that was left was the labium, a final sexual mandible at the base of their vaginas where a normal woman’s perineum would have been. It opened downward towards the lower cheeks of their amalgamated buttocks made up of the joints of their eight legs and the joining of their spider’s abdomens.

At the distance Beinbalkr was from Svartsilki and Gloa, all she could tell was that there was an incredible amount of heat emanating from their wombs as the watchmen’s struggling immediately abated once Gloa and Svartsilki sunk their fangs into their lower bellies. Once the watchmen hung limp and unmoving, they lowered them back down on the lookout hideaways carved into the rockface.

“Okay, time to move. Let’s bypass the barracks and head to the stables, and then the Marshal’s office,” Beinbalkr whispered to Istas.

“Yes Madam,” Istas answered as she immediately led the way on all fours though she didn’t shapeshift again.

Beinbalkr pointed the way down the hallway as she followed Istas while Kvedja, Raudr-daga, and Byggja-byrr stayed right on her heels. Svartsilki and Gloa scrambled back up the wall and ran across the ceiling as naturally as they would have the ground.

The trek down the hallway was quick and soon they were looking out across the vast cavern. Svartsilki and Gloa dropped to the floor as Istas and Beinbalkr scanned the area.

“We need to reach the other side of the training grounds,” Beinbalkr whispered as she pointed to the gaping maw of another hallway on the opposite side of the cavern, “But, we will be out in the open and defenseless…”

As she explained their circumstances Svartsilki suddenly jumped and looked back from where they had come with an expression of shock and fear, “Madam Pantler, there is movement behind us…”

Beinbalkr turned to look at Svartsilki and then back the way they had come, “How?”

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“Yes Sire, we will leave in a few moments.”

“Akira I am going to go visit Gus to see if he has found anything. Do you want to go with me?”

“I think we all need to go, we might be able to be fitted for our armor. I think you are going to need it.”

“After you ladies.” He said with a slight bow.

“You just want to watch our ass’s, but no sex for you mister. You are going to get your dick wet plenty this morning.” Katy smirked while laughing at his expression. “We want you to be able to fuck all of those women and fill each one with a big load of your cum.”

“Katy you wound me. All of you look amazing in those suits, and I know what is under them.” Russ shot back as they were headed to the armory.

“Russ, we can see what you are thinking, if not in mind then by body. That tree trunk in your suit says what is on your mind.” Marnia laughed

“It is not my fault that you are all 20’s.”

“20’s what does that mean?” Laura asked bewildered.

“Laura, I think what he is saying is that, all of us have broken the 10 scale.” Akira giggled out.

“I am still lost. What does that mean?”

“On Earth a supposedly perfect woman’s body is a 10. Each of you, are twice that so I am going to call you 20’s.” He smiled at their blushing faces.

“Good morning Gus how are you today?” Russ called out entering the armory.

“Gus, get that ancient bag of bones out here and answer your King.” Laura called out in a harsh voice.

Russ started to say something, until Akira sent him a thought. That is the way they greet each other. They have been good friends for a long time and care deeply for each other as friends.

Thank you for telling me that Akira.

“Why you young pup of a little girl, what do you mean talking to your elders that way. You need to get them pants dusted for such disrespect.” A smile was threatening to split his face as he was saying that.

Laura walked up to Gus in an arrogant strut, before laughing and giving him a big hug.

“Sire what may I do for you today? May I have your permission to dust her pants and try to teach her some manners?” Gus laughed at that point.

“You may have a point there Gus. She has been getting a little cocky here lately. I will think about it. I was wondering what you may have found out last night, and if any of our armor might be ready for fitting. I know we are early for that, I have a date with 7 Freoids in a little while, I have been told they have retractable claws.”

“Your armor is ready for fitting my Lord, and yes I found some information last night.”

They spent 30 minutes getting the armor fitted. “My lord I will bring the information to your cabin this evening if I may, there are still a few things I would like to look into.” Gus stated.

“That will be fine and thank you Gus.” Russ shook his hand while looking into his eyes. ” “As you wish my lord.”

What was all that about?

Akira there are just some things I am curious about. “Sire we are at the rendezvous with the Freoids.” Grady’s voice announced over the intercom.

“Thank you, maintain our position and have them shuttle over. I will be waiting in the training area.”

“Russ, who is going to be your 2nd?” Laura asked concerned.

“Admiral Hart, meet me in the training area soonest.” He announced.

“Akira, I want you as my second. You are the only one that can compete with me.”

Bowing low at the waist. “My Lord it will be my Honor.”

“Lady Akira wear the armor I gave you to go into the Anan-naki’ base, that will protect you.” Gus blurted out.

When they got to the training area, the Freoids were already there, along with Admiral Hart. “Commander Razore, it is good to meet you. I am Russ Kincaid, this is Akira Nakamato. She will be my second. This other Lady is Admiral Hart. She is the head of my personal guards. Are there any other things that I need to know before I issue the challenge?”

“Your Majesty, I accept the one you chose as your second. Admiral Hart it is a pleasure to meet you. Before we begin, if possible can this be shown to all of the Freoid ships? I do not want any misunderstanding. If you defeat me, there will be no need for sex. I will be loyal to you for the rest of my life. Any female that you defeat, you will need to claim her immediately on the spot. At that point she will be linked and joined to you and only you for the rest of her life. This fight will not be to the death, although blood can be drawn. No crippling wounds from either opponent. The use of weapons is prohibited by death and disgrace on our kind. Any woman you defeat if you do not claim her, she will kill herself. Since you do not have claws we will not use ours, if it is done that one will die on the spot. As we talked yesterday, you are aware that your second may not interrupt a fight in progress.” He explained in a serious tone.

“Commander, I accept those rules. Before I issue the challenge though may I ask the females something first?”

“Yes Sir you may.”

“Thank you. zonguldak escort Ladies my second here is my future wife and will always be the closest to my heart. Any of you, that are not willing and do not want to live in a situation like that please say so now. I do not want to force any of you into something that you will not be happy with. There is no disgrace if you choose not to. I will be happy to add each of you to my ladies if you wish.”

Not a single female chose not to fight. “Admiral Hart is this being broadcast to the Freoid ships?”

“Yes Sire.”

“Thank you Admiral. Well Commander. I Emperor Kincaid of the Grelyns, do formally announce that I challenge the 7 of you Freoids to combat. I propose that this begin as soon as possible.”

“I, Commander Razore accept your challenge on behalf of myself and my crew. If you defeat me, the remaining Freoids will join your Empire and be loyal to you. Do you wish to wear armor or without it. I will not be wearing any since this is not a death duel.”

“Commander I will remove my armor, and join you in the center of this training area in a few moments.” Russ turned to move to the side as Akira and Tammy helped him take his armor off.

“Sire, be careful they are skilled warriors. Their word is their bond, so other than a few cuts or bruises you will be ok. Will you be able to take and fuck 6 women one after the other though. That is what I am worried about. I can see that you are HUGE, but what about the staying power?”

“Tammy the only problem with that thought is. Will those six be enough to satisfy his desire? He fucked me Katy Marnia and Laura stupid last night two times each. We were barely able to stand this morning. I am still tender and walking funny.” Akira told her proud of her man.

Staring openly at Akira Tammy’s eyes was wide as she heard that. “Damn, I have got to see this then.” Tammy blurted out. “Forgive me my Lord I spoke out of line.”

“Nothing to forgive Tammy. Please ensure that no one gets hurt outside of the fighters.” Russ asked over his shoulder as he returned to the center.

“Commander who is first?”

“My lord you seem very confident. I shall go first and I do not plan to lose.”

The fight began as both men took measure of each other not wanting to rush into the unknown. As both men began to get the feel of each other the speed that they started moving at was faster. The fight was hard to follow with the naked eye. About 15 minutes into the fight the Commander was thrown backwards, landing with a thump as he skidded across the mats. Russ waited as his 2nd checked on him. She was a good looking woman. “Sir, you have defeated the Commander. He is unconscious. We the Freoids are now a part of your empire as per the conditions of the challenge. Although there are still 6 of us you have to defeat if you can, for you to claim us.”

“What is your name? I look forward to this part of the challenge.” He asked with an interest.

“Sir I am Lt. Commander Kari, I am the second in command.” She said proudly.

“Lt. Commander Kari, do you wish to fight in your body suit or without it? I would prefer to be without. It will make it easier for me to take you that way.”

“If you can My Lord. I agree we will fight naked then. Prepare yourself. I will not go easy.” She removed her body suit as did Russ. When she turn around seeing Russ naked for the first time, her mouth fell open seeing he was already aroused. None of the Freoid men was that large and he did not have any points.

“Are you ready Kari?” Russ had looked her body over intently. He was ready to take her and make her his. Their fight began as the other, taking time to feel each other out. She used a different fighting style than Razore had. The fight didn’t last as long but was more intense. Both of them were bleeding from a few different places. Finally Russ saw an opening. He swept her legs out from under her. He pinned her to the mats with her head drawn back into a neck breaking position. “Do you yield?”

“I Yield!” She cried out. Russ released her. Lifting up her hips, he spread her legs to gain access to her core. He knew she was a virgin, otherwise she would have been linked and joined to someone. “This is going to hurt for a few moments, I am sorry.” With that he lined his cock up with her opening and slammed as far into her as possible. He was surprised to find that she was very wet and ready for him. Holding still as she cried out from the pain of being taken, Russ held still for a few moments. She glanced over her shoulder, Fuck me now master. As Russ pounded into her as fast as he could he felt her tunnel tighten as she orgasmed. Russ lifted his head as he cried out. Shooting rope after rope into her, his seed was spilling out around his cock. Kari passed out from the sensations that were pouring through her body. Her body felt like pudding with no bones or strength in it. The other 5 females were staring in awe and disbelief at what fethiye escort they had just witnessed. Two of them came out to carry Kari to the side as she was unconscious.

“Who wants to go next?” Russ asked.

“I will.” A tall solidly built woman strolled out. She was about 6 foot tall. Lean and fit as a warrior should be. Her tits were about a D or DD cup with nipples pointing through her body suit. The outline of her crotch was already soaked. “My Lord my name is Zafor. I am the leader and trainer of our warriors. I will not go down easy. If you can manage to best me, fuck me like a prize worthy to be used for your pleasure.”

“Zafor, before we begin I have a question for you.”

“What is that My Lord.”

“Since you are a warrior of some status, I offer to take you down and make you mine in a few moments and not drag your defeat out. I do not want to dishonor you by playing with you.”

“Sir if you can do that, then you would honor me more by doing so. To play with me if you can defeat me so easily would be an insult of the highest degree.” Zafor stated openly.

“Then please removed your body suit, as you will be mine a few seconds after we begin.”

She looked at him stunned for a moment, then began taking her suit off. “My Lord are you actually that good?”

“I see that you are already wet enough for me to take you. That is good. I want you to fight your hardest. You will be mine within 20 seconds of the first blow.” Russ’s cock was bouncing with his heart beat.

She threw the first blow after removing her suit. Before she knew what was happening she was being impaled on that massive cock. She had not seen him move before she was on her back with her legs over his shoulder as he thrust into her for the first time. She came as soon as he entered her, and felt another building on that one. All of that shut down the pain she felt. Holding on to anything she could, as he took her at her word. He fucked her without mercy taking what he wanted as her master. She felt a huge climax building as he ravaged her cunt, when he exploded in her she came and passed out. There was cum leaking out around his still hard cock as he withdrew. As before two more women came out to help her from the center of the training area.

The remaining four women huddled together talking quietly. Russ walked over to the side to get some water. His dick leading the way. Akira’s mouth was watering as she watched him walk towards her. If you didn’t have 4 more to fuck I would make you walk funny.

Akira I will take care of you and the others later. My balls are aching.

All four of the women walked over to where Russ and Akira were standing. “My Lord may we speak with you?”

“Yes ladies, what can I do for you?”

“Sire you have proven yourself as a very powerful warrior. It is within our code that we can submit to you without having to fight, as you have already beaten our three best fighters. We humbly request that you take us without a fight. As this was a challenge it must be broadcast to our ships and we must explain to them our decision. You taking us must also be broadcast to prove our virginity. Is that acceptable to you our Lord?”

“Yes it is, thank you for your decision to do this. I do not like fighting or wars, sometimes though it is necessary. That is why I put forth the challenge. As I, understood it that was the only way for this to happen.” Russ answered.

“Sire, it was until you proved what a formidable warrior you are. There are none of the Freoids that can best you. I doubt a squad of them could.”

“Then ladies let us proceed.” He said pointing towards the center of the mats.

“I, Cantara comms officer of the ship Studden want to announce that this challenge has been fulfilled by His Majesty Russ Kincaid. The remaining 4 of us willingly submit to his prowess. The Challenge has been completed except for his taken us 4. I speak for all of us.”

With that they removed their body suits kneeling on their hands and knees, legs apart. “Lord Kincaid we are ready to be taken.” An hour later, all of the Freoids were recovered. The women were having trouble walking.

“My Lord, I had no doubt that you would be a formidable warrior. I would like to ask, what did you hit me with?” Razore asked shaking his head. “It felt like you dropped a ship on me.”

“Razore, I am sorry about that. I just wanted to end it before you got hurt.”

“Also the women were waiting to be taken my Lord.” Razore said with a knowing smile.

“Well there is that.” Both men laughed.

“What is so funny Russ?” Akira asked entering their quarters.

“Nothing dear just some guy stuff.”

“Oh that means you were talking about all the pussy you got this morning and letting the beast out to play.” She replied with a smirk.

“Damn, you got me. How did you know that?”

“Russ I love you, but you’re still a guy. A man’s dick does their thinking for them. That is something that all alanya escort women know.”

“It is also how ya’ll keep us in line too…..” He said half joking.

“You know that isn’t true, you now have ten women that will fuck you anywhere any time any place you want. None of us will ever say no to you, more like we want more.” She answered blushing.

“My Lord I will retire now to my ship and transfer some new crew members for her. Since I am now loyal to you and you have taken the women as yours she will need a new crew. If, I have your consent to do so.”

“Commander Razore, you know your people better than I do. Go ahead with the ones that you think will be the best for those positions. I will talk to you later this afternoon. There are still some things that I need to take care of.” Russ said in the way of a dismissal.

“New Hope please, send some bar b que to the ready room please, enough for around 30 people.”

“Yes, Lady Akira it will be there in about 25 minutes.” New Hope responded.

“All the Admirals please report to the ready room. Gus report to the ready room.”

“Yes Sire we are on the way.” The replies came in.

All my ladies please report to the ready room also. Russ sent out.

“What is wrong Russ? Why, all the people in one spot?” Akira wondered out loud.

“Nothing I just want to run a few ideas by everyone, and get their opinions. It also gives us a chance to meet the new ladies. We also need to figure something out on the sleeping arrangements. 10 women in one bed I would have to sleep on the couch.”

“Russ you will never have to sleep on the couch. You are the King and our master, so that will never happen. Are you ready to head that way?”

“Ladies first he said with a bow.” While smiling at her.

“You just want to watch my ass wiggle.” She threw a taunt back at him.

“It is such a FINE ass to watch my dear.” Raising his eyebrows at her.

“You are such a leach for a man, but you are my man so it is okay.”

As they entered the ready room everyone rose and bowed. “My Lord we are here as commanded.”

“Relax this is just an informal gathering. I want to throw some ideas out and get your opinions on them before I make a decision.”

Grady replied. “My Lord your will is our command whatever you want we will do it.”

“Grady on my world a smart man, no matter how much money he has or power he holds is a dumb man without getting other opinions on matters before making a decision.” Russ retorted.

“True my Lord, you are a wise man.”

“Relax everyone and consider this an informal meeting and drop the titles.” He ordered.

“Russ what can we do for you today.” Gus asked.

“Have you found any planet that would be suitable for our new home? Do you have any information about that civilization that you mentioned to me earlier? I would like to find it and explore it some.”

“Yes sir I have. There is a class m planet a few solar systems from here that seems to have what you are looking for. It is not too far from the trade routes that the other races use though. There is a planet in the next system that would need to be terraformed though. It is in the temperature range of earth and again seems to be suitable. There are no races that occupy those two systems either. The race that I told you about though we would have to travel through the flux to get there. I would like to see it also.”

“General North, what do you think about the visitors that I invited aboard?”

“Sir, I still stand with the idea that they should not see any of our fighting abilities. The governments of Earth are somewhat unstable as it is. I think it might help to let them see what you are about though.”

“Mr. Watsworth what have your contacts said about joining us? How many have agreed to it? Are they aware that it is a permanent change for them?”

The door chimed as the servers brought the food in. “That smells good.” Commander Razore stated.

“That my friend is Bar B Que from Earth. I think that you will like it.”

“If it is as good as it smells I will love it.” His nose was twitching in anticipation.

“Ok everyone let’s eat.”

“Sire can you come to the bridge, there is a call for you from the president of the Unites States.”

“I will be there shortly, thank you. Ladies and gentlemen please enjoy the meal I will be back as soon as possible.” What do they want now he wondered as he headed for the bridge.

“Mr. President what can I do for you today?”

“Mr. Kincaid, we have the list of people that you said could visit your ship. We have limited the number of persons so that you would not be overrun with them. There are a total of 100 delegates from different nations and 50 scientists from various fields. Everyone was informed as to your conditions about what could not be brought aboard your ship, and that they would have to wear your body suits as a safety precaution. We are ready to transmit the names of the persons and their country of origin, when you are ready for them.”

“Thank you Mr. President. That will be very helpful. When we receive the transmission one of us will get in touch and let you know when we are ready.” Russ responded.

“Sir we just received a transmission from the Earth. It has the list of people on it….”

“What is wrong?” Russ asked sensing something not quite right.

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I had an independent command. A regiment of my own. Countess Aneli was right: there was no shortage of recruits. After Tonol, and our victory parade, hundreds of women wanted to join up.

Captain Chardeia, one of the Company Commanders, had distinguished herself at Tonol. With Aneli’s approval, she was promoted to Major, and would act as my second-in-command. Chardeia was a bit stuffy – she didn’t appear to have a sense of humour – but there was no doubting her courage.

With the help of our Captains and sergeants, we selected the 100 best marksmen – markswomen – and formed a first company of sharpshooters. Kanitz had promised me rifles, and a soon as they began to arrive, I issued them to my 1st Company.

Muskets are smoothbores, like a pea-shooter. When the bullet is expelled from the barrel, it can go anywhere. A rifle has grooves on the inside of the barrel; they literally spin the bullet, like a tight spiral on a football. Much more accurate.

In fact, there’s not much value in aiming a musket. Point a lot of them at the enemy, and let fly. A significant part of a volley’s impact is the effect on your enemy’s morale: it can be absolutely terrifying.

There’s a cumulative effect, too. After standing and facing several volleys, even veteran soldiers start to wonder about the law of probabilities. How long can it be before one of those bullets hits her?

But rifles are more accurate, and have a longer range. I had plans for my sharpshooters.

The remainder of my veterans were distributed in two ways: I formed an elite 2nd Company, and then used the rest as corporals and file leaders, to help integrate and train all of the new recruits.

Langoret did the same. I never took a step without discussing it with her first. She talked me out of one or two innovations, but generally she agreed with what I wanted.

Our iron ramrods began to arrive, thanks to Kanitz. Nonetheless, I wrote her letters, to keep her abreast of what we were doing, but also to badger her for more money.

Countess Aneli had already come up with much more coin than she’d promised. I didn’t know how she was doing it. We were also camped on her estates, and the two regiments were rapidly eating her out of house and home.

That gave me another idea, though. I broached it to my colleague.

– “I think we should march to your estate.” Langoret was a Countess in her own right, and just as wealthy as Aneli.

– “That’s almost 200 leagues!” she said.

– “I know.”

The veterans didn’t grumble too much. “Here we go again.” they said. It was like the race from Tonol to Cercen all over.

The new recruits were astonished. If their seniors weren’t objecting, though, they weren’t about to complain. It was hard for them, but they kept up.

It was a nightmare for me. I made it on determination and willpower alone. I needed a week to recuperate, on Langoret’s estate. We ate her livestock, for a change, and gave Aneli a short respite.

– “You know,” said Langoret, “this has been a bonding experience for the veterans and the new recruits. You’re very clever, Cook.”

Darned right I was – especially since I hadn’t expected that.

***

There were times when I wished that I’d been more of a hands-on technician. I’d read time-travel stories, and enjoyed them. Somehow, the hero always knew how to build a laser pistol with odds and ends he scrounged up, or could accurately predict the date of the next eclipses, solar and lunar.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t me. I understood the principles behind some of our modern gadgets, but when they broke, we didn’t fix or repair them: we just replaced them. If I’d ever wanted to know how to build a laser pistol, or memorize the date of the next eclipse, I could have learned it in Sleepread.

Instead of becoming an engineer, I’d studied military history. Here and now, I thought the Westrons needed me a lot more than they did a technician. Besides, what could a techie do without magnetics, or plastics, or extremely rare metals? Was there even any accidentium on this planet?

Then there were the social costs to consider. Sure, mass production of muskets would probably help the Westrons win this war. Repeating rifles would be awesome, too. But what about the next war? Or the one after that?

Mass armies could lead to mass destruction.

In the Seven Years War (1756-1763), they had technology very similar to what the Westrons and Crolians were using. The armies were small, and slow-moving. Non-combatants got out of the way – although I’m sure that thousands were killed or rendered homeless.

The Napoleonic Wars used much the same weapons, giresun escort but with massive armies (about 800,000 combined at the 3-day Battle of Nations in 1813).

Millions of civilians died in World War One, a century later. And the Second World War killed tens of millions.

With that in mind, I wasn’t too disappointed that I couldn’t revolutionize Westron technology.

***

In one sense, Tallia was absolutely useless as an aide-de-camp. She had no leadership skills whatsoever. I would never be able to have her replace an injured officer, or lead a small group of soldiers in any kind of special task.

She had a hard time mastering our marching pace, too. I could only do it on guts and sheer willpower. Tallia was suffering.

But as an executive assistant, she was absolutely amazing.

She kept my maps organized, and knew exactly where each one was, if I wanted to consult them. She found food fit for humans, so that I didn’t have to live on a 90% meat diet.

Tallia also found me some natural scents. It was odd – like putting on cologne every morning. But the senior officers all noticed, and they thanked me for it. Apparently, my natural odours were distracting for them.

– “How did you know?’ I asked Tallia. She just grinned.

Tallia had other skills, which she demonstrated early on. Langoret and I were discussing tactics, when she admitted that her 1st Company – modelled on mine – weren’t even remotely ready.

– “Only half of them have rifles, Cook.” said Langoret. “And we haven’t practiced enough. I don’t want to use up all of the powder.”

– “Pardon me, Colonel.” said Tallia. “You have 61 rifles. And we have more than enough powder, if you would like to practice. Six more barrels arrived today.”

Langoret wasn’t the only one who was amazed. I asked Tallia to find us a tally of all the extra gunpowder – that is, what we hadn’t already issued to the soldiers.

– “31 barrels.” she said, without a moment’s hesitation.

Langoret slowly turned to look at me. I could only shake my head.

– “Tallia – how do you know that?” I asked.

She lifted her chin. “Why would I not know?” she retorted.

She had an encyclopedic memory. That alone was impressive. But Tallia could summon up that knowledge before you could snap your fingers. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how she did it.

“I’ve always been able to do it.” she said.

***

I had 30 dummies – scarecrows, really – set up. Then I formed up a company, about 75 yards away, in a two-deep line. Then I gave the order to fire a volley.

– “Reload!”

– “Fire!”

I had the whole company advance, to see how many of the scarecrows they’d hit.

Two.

Granted, one of the dummies had been hit twice – but that was it: three hits, out of over 150 shots. Even that, I thought, was a bit lucky.

I couldn’t tell the troops what I’d learned in Sleepread aboard the Halygon: that in actual combat, the results were even lower.

– At Chotusitz, in 1742, the Prussians expended 650,000 cartridges, to inflict 6,500 casualties on the Austrians (killed she’d just caught me off guard.

– “Of course.” She looked at me oddly. “I mentioned it because I wanted to ask you a favor: would you stay away, while it lasts?”

– “Certainly.” I said. “As you wish.”

– “I will be in my command tent.” said Langoret. “I can send an aide, if I need to communicate with you. And you can send Tallia if you need to contact me.”

– “Agreed.”

Langoret could tell that I was trying to keep it professional. She smiled. “I have a suitor. We may marry … after the war. He would understand, if I strayed, but I find that I have no desire to. Also, I would not want to fall pregnant. Not now.”

– “I understand. Thank you for telling me.”

Yes, I was mildly disappointed. Langoret wasn’t as striking as Themis, but she was attractive. She was intelligent, and brave, too – qualities I find very appealing.

But I was also beginning to think of her as a friend, so of course I’d respect her wishes. It might have been awkward, afterwards, too … I went to find something to do, to take my mind off the thought of Langoret in heat.

I stayed well away from her command tent. She sent an aide to see me, twice. I sent Tallia back, to coordinate a joint march, involving both regiments. Tallia was gone quite a long time.

– “What took you?” I asked, when she returned.

– “She wasn’t at her command tent. She was at the Countess’ manor.” said Tallia.

I had to laugh. Langoret trusted me – but she’d taken the extra precaution yalova escort of moving, just in case.

***

Weeks later, Countess Aneli invited the two of us for a meal. Our aides ate in the kitchen; Langoret and I were served in the Countess’ dining room.

She had questions about our progress, and our plans for the immediate future. Halfway through the dinner, though, she changed the subject rather suddenly.

– “I will probably be in hemmer in a sevenday or so.” she said, as calmly as if she’d been describing the weather. “Could I prevail upon you, Colonel Cook, to join me when it comes?”

Luckily, I didn’t have any food or drink in my mouth, so I didn’t spit anything across the table. I tried to glance at Langoret for help, but she was keeping a perfectly straight face.

It would have felt rude, somehow, to decline. Besides, what choice did I have? Hell hath no fury, and all that …

– “I would be honoured, Countess.” I managed to say.

– “Oh, good.” she said. “Kanitz’ aide said that you were exceptional. I’m looking forward to it already. Will you have another cutlet, Langoret?”

And that was that. I’d just agreed to have sex with the Countess. Not once, or twice, either, but multiple times over the course of several days.

I tried to sneak a few looks at Aneli, but there were only three of us at the table. She saw me looking – well, checking her out, really – and smiled.

I had no idea of her age. She was no great beauty, with her pouty lips and pug nose, but her big blue eyes were attractive enough, and she did have that spectacular mane of wavy hair, the colour of brass.

She was short, and a bit round. Well, I was going to learn a great deal more about my employer – and we’d be seeing a lot more of each other, too.

After the meal, the Countess promised to send for me when her time arrived. We thanked her, and began the walk back to camp. Tallia and the other aides followed a few paces behind.

– “That was … unusual.” I said, quietly. “Wasn’t it?”

– “Somewhat.” said Langoret. “She probably should have asked you privately, but Countess Aneli has always had a reputation for being … outspoken.”

– “So this isn’t … strange? You think I should go.”

– “Of course you should go, Cook. You said you would.”

– “I know. It’s just – I don’t know much about the Countess, or her … tastes.”

– “She’ll tell you, if you can’t guess.” said Langoret, with a smile. “But I don’t imagine you’ll have any trouble. ‘Exceptional’, did she say? Now I wonder if I made a mistake when I asked you to stay away.” She was teasing me.

– “Don’t you start.”

Langoret laughed aloud, and patted me on the back.

***

I didn’t tell a soul, and I doubt that Langoret did, but somehow, every soldier in both regiments seemed to know where I was going, when the Countess sent me her invitation. I suppose her servants talked – or Aneli herself did.

It was like the walk of shame, only before the deed, rather than after.

– “Go get her Colonel!” I heard someone shout.

– “For the honour of the regiment!” called another.

– “Don’t let us down!”

– “Don’t let it down!”

Many others shouted encouragement; some offered suggestions, or advice. I’m sure that I was blushing fiercely long before I reached the Countess’ manor.

She was waiting for me in a parlour, lying on a couch – completely naked.

– “I thought we could start in here,” she said, “and then have a meal afterwards – to help you replenish your strength.”

I decided to enter into the spirit of the thing. Why not? “Or I could simply make a meal of you.” I said.

‘Mmm …” she liked that idea. Aneli was arranged in a classic odalisque pose. I was a little surprised, and very pleased with the view she offered.

Aneli wasn’t actually fat at all; she had strong legs, and thick thighs, and her waist wasn’t narrow, but there was nothing unappealing about the shape she was displaying for me. In fact, I felt a surge of erotic energy. I was going to fuck this woman. Repeatedly.

I could smell her arousal, and almost feel her lust. I stopped just inside the parlour door, and slowly began to remove my clothing. The breeches came off second last; I saved the red sash for last.

– “Oh – well done.” she said. “You could give lessons.”

I advanced on her slowly. Aneli lay back on her couch, almost as if she expected me to mount her immediately. As she lay back, her impressive breasts flattened somewhat, and spread to either side.

Instead, I knelt beside the bottom of her couch, and yozgat escort stroked her ankle. I lifted her leg, and began to kiss my way upward, along the underside of her leg.

– “Oh, my.” she said.

When I reached her ass, I blew lightly on her hyper-sensitive skin. Then I flicked my tongue across her lower lips.

– “Oh – Queens and Princesses!” she moaned.

I hadn’t set out to tease her, but Aneli seemed to like it, so I tormented her just a little bit. By the time I inserted my tongue inside her, she was squeezing my head with those powerful thighs.

I didn’t rush her at all. Airta and Themis had taught me that we had all had night – if not the next few days. Finally, I slid my tongue over her clit. She shuddered, and came.

– “Cook – that was … You have to fuck me, now. But we are definitely doing that again!”

I crawled up, between her legs. I kissed her, a moment before my cock slid into her super-slick pussy. She grunted, and hunched her hips to get me deeper.

– “Ah – you are a big one, aren’t you?” she said. Aneli certainly liked to talk.

I sucked her nipples, as I began to stroke into her, in slow, deep thrusts. I wasn’t going to last all that long, this first time, so I began to pick up the pace, and slammed it to her, quick and hard.

Aneli responded in kind, humping her hips up at me as I drove into her.

– “Ah!” I grunted, as I felt my orgasm cresting, like a wave. “Take it! Take it all – Countess!” I spewed a load of semen inside her.

She held me tight, afterwards.

– “At this point, I believe that you can call me Aneli, when we are alone – and especially when you are inside me.”

She disengaged, and sat up. Her heavy breasts changed shape; they looked like full waterbags, hanging beneath her. Aneli then knelt on the couch, and presented me her backside. She didn’t need to ask; I was still hard, and ready for more.

To my surprise, her ass was exquisite: taut, shapely, and utterly irresistible. Her incredibly long hair was draped over back, and flowed over her flanks, like a brass veil.

I entered her from behind. Almost immediately, I sighed. She was wet, and very hot, but still remarkably tight for a woman who had to have seen more than a few hemmers.

– “Big.” she grunted.

Her dorsal fur was thicker than either Airta’s or Themis’. Aneli groaned when I ran my fingers through it.

I found a steady rhythm, and thrust my erection inside her, as far as I could, before drawing it back until only the tip was still nestled between her nether lips.

Aneli was sliding her ass back at me, matching my pace and intensity. I parted the curtain of her hair, and reached under her to fondle a dangling breast.

– “You have – a big – root.” she said, between thrusts.

– “Nice – to hear.” I replied. “You have – a great – ass.”

– “I know. But people – usually – only – notice – my hair – or- my – tits.”

– “They’re – worthy – of – notice – too.”

She came as I lightly pinched her nipple, just a moment before I flooded her with my second load of the evening.

It was still early.

***

We had a light meal – to restore my strength, as she put it. From the way she was looking at me, I was tempted to ask for six dozen oysters.

Aneli loved to talk about sex.

– “Are there positions you haven’t tried – that you’d like to? Can you do that thing with your tongue again? What do Pylosian women like?”

I got up from the table, and picked her up in my arms.

– “Bedroom.” I growled.

She pointed, and I carried her there.

I deposited her near the headboard, and climbed up behind her. Aneli braced herself, with both hands on the wall above her bed, as I thrust into her from behind. I grabbed handfuls of that surprisingly shapely ass, and fucked her hard.

Then I reached under her arms, and cupped her breasts. They were big handfuls. When I switched one hand, and ran my fingernails down the fur on her spine, Aneli moaned, and came.

I kept pounding her against the wall, until I came myself.

Aneli didn’t have to work hard to coax me back to full readiness. She kissed me, and licked my cheeks, my chin, my neck, and then my armpits. The pressure of her great breasts on my chest may have helped.

But her scent was very potent. There was also something else – I couldn’t put my finger on it, but the Countess was supremely desirable, and I was aroused at several sub-conscious levels.

She straddled me, and dangled her breasts just above my mouth. She shifted her shoulders, which swung her tits from side to side, slapping against my cheeks, or my chin. I tried to trap a nipple with my mouth.

After five orgasms, she let me rest.

I woke to find my growing erection in Aneli’s mouth. I feigned sleep a little longer, to let her suck me for a while. Then I startled her by lunging off the bed, and flipping her onto her back. I went down on her, and tried my best to give her every sensation I could.

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The heat of the day was finally cooling down a bit and the shadows below the huge ancient trees were nice. The Amazon warrior shifted, carefully avoiding the clinking of weapons. She had absolutely no wish to make her presence known. The green eyes narrowed slightly as they made a final sweep through the encampment a short distance away. Not really big, but the twenty-odd tents were too much for one. It would be best if she stayed out of sight.

The soldiers inside the camp were convinced of their good fortune; they had no idea they were being fooled. “Capturing an Amazon. Not likely!” The warrior grinned. Her companion had been very determined. She wanted to know more about male soldiers than just old wives tales. So, she had shown herself and led the soldiers on a merry chase through the woods.

“Smart girl, to get caught by the biggest of them all. ” The warrior muttered softly.

They had agreed that only one of them should be seen and captured. After all, you never knew what could happen. But right now, the Amazon was less sure of the wisdom in that. The Bitch would not be pleased if her daughter was harmed in any way. The warrior clenched her fists. She knew her sister would be furious if something permanent happened to the Bitch-to-be. But she also agreed with her niece. No better way to learn than to experience. And that soldier had looked very attractive. Even she had seen that. She shook her head at herself. Thoughts like that were close to incestuous.

Slowly the warrior began to ease herself backwards, away from the camp. The soldiers would not leave soon. She had time to go back to the little stream she had found earlier. She could almost hear the cool water rippling and murmuring.

Suddenly she heard a soft rustling. Immediately she froze in place. Had she been seen? She could have sworn nobody had so much as glanced in her direction. Frowning in concentration she tried to look around without lifting her head too much. Everything looked all right. After a few seconds she resumed her crawling.

Finally able to stand, she breathed deeply in and out a couple of times. Inhaling the scent of pine trees simmering in the sun. To be absolutely sure she peeked around the bushes for a final look at the camp. No sign of anything unusual. Just the occasional sound of a bird singing in the distance. Other than that, not even the sound of leaves moving in a breeze.

The tall warrior brushed her short leather skirt and straightened the sleeveless tunic. Adjusting her dagger in its leg bands and settling the short sword were done in a few seconds more. Ready to make the trek back to the inviting little stream, she softly stepped away from the bushes. After she was out of earshot and she could no longer see the camp, she stretched her still muscular arms and groaned a bit. Dear Gaia, she was really getting too old for this. Romping about in the forests, pursuing tasty soldiers. She laughed softly. Today had been fun though. Agila, her niece, knew exactly by which soldier she had wanted to be captured. The biggest of course. Rather clever really, since Amazons were quite tall in comparison with most other people. Except, these soldiers were even taller. And substantially broader. Very attractive really. Her thoughts wandered to the pleasures to be had from bodies like theirs. Damn, but they were so young! She tried to push the horny thoughts to the back of her mind. She’d better pay attention to her surroundings.

Slightly narrowing her eyes the warrior continued on her stealthy way through the forest. Something was nagging in the back of her mind. Something about these men. They were not stupid, not when surviving in these woods. So how come they had accepted the presence of a lone Amazon. Sure, everybody knew they often went hunting solo. But this was way too far from their usual hunting grounds. On the other hand, there was no way they could know. Could they? The Bitch-to-be had been adamant about tasting those blond soldiers from the north. She had even threatened to go alone. When the Bitch finally gave in, her sister was the only logical choice for a companion/bodyguard. That selfsame sister who was now kicking her heels and lusting after those soldiers from afar. Irritated the Amazon pushed those thoughts aside. The only thing she could right now, was to keep her eyes and ears wide open.

With a sigh of pleasure the warrior finally slid into the cool waters of the small river. This was absolutely heaven. The murmuring water softly caressing her body, her thoughts came back to the soldiers again. By Gaia, they really were big. Tall, muscular man with blond hair, long enough to be tied at the back. The longish hair was very sexy, but so were the muscled arms and the powerful legs. She licked her lips. Each one had a broad chest and impressive shoulders. She wondered what they would look like without their short leathers. The picture of a tempting naked male she made in her mind, send her hands to her breasts. Slowly rubbing and pinching her erzurum escort nipples she started to get really hot. She wished one of them was here right now. Maybe licking her breasts and kneading them. She made a frustrated sound in the back of her throat. She imagined a firm male hand reaching between her legs instead of her own. Teasing herself by spreading her legs as wide as she could but not touching, she lifted her hips and showed the trees her hungry cunt. Her hands spread her pussy wide open and suddenly she dropped back under water. Nearly aching with desire, she now furiously rubbed her clit as she was almost desperate to make herself cum. Moaning she clenched her legs while her hips bucked, sorely missing a nice fat cock to make her orgasm perfect. Helping yourself was quite all right, but by far not the same as fucking. She sighed. Not much chance of that as long as she was supposed to be babysitting Agila. Speaking of which, it was time to take up her watch on those soldiers in their encampment again.

In the back of her mind she was still wishing to fuck, when she returned softly to watch over her niece. The camp showed nothing different and she decided to take a look at the entire perimeter. She liked to know a bit more of the lay of the land before it was completely dark. And by now the sun was definitely going down. So she used the lengthening shadows to stay hidden. Fantasizing about their cocks was not the same as getting caught. Besides, she really did have to stay free to make sure Agila could get away once her curiosity was satisfied. And she was pretty sure she would not be the one to do the fucking if she got caught. She shivered a bit in the cooling shadows. Those men didn’t look like the types to let themselves be ridden by an Amazon. Not like the males they usually caught near their home grounds.

After circling the camp for a bit, she snickered. If she guessed right, her niece was getting not just her curiosity satisfied. Halfway around the perimeter stood two slightly larger tents. And from one of them came the sound of low moaning and panting. No doubt Agila was getting fucked by her soldier. The Amazon briefly wondered if that would be a first for her wilful niece. To be at the receiving end so to speak. Slowly continuing her inspection she moved on. After another few steps she smelled a cooking fire. Sniffing the air she reminded herself to find some roots or berries or something for the coming night. So close to these soldiers she could not exactly start her own cooking fire. She smiled at her own nonsense.

Just as she stepped away from the tents to resume her trip around the camp from a slightly safer distance, she saw a flash of silver from the corner of her eye. Without stopping to make sure what she had seen, she darted into the trees. Running as fast as she could, she dodged around stumps and boulders. But the moment she stumbled into a clearing she feared it was useless. She was fast, but over a long straight stretch her shorter legs would eventually make her lose. Before she had time to turn and fight, she heard a loud hiss. Totally unprepared she felt leather slide over her head and around her body. Neatly tying her arms against her sides. A hard tug jerked her off her feet and she landed on hands and knees, the straight black hair falling forward over her face.

Furious at herself she remained on her knees. Why hadn’t she paid more attention? Stupid, stupid cow. How the hell was she supposed to look after Agila if she was caught herself? She had to get out of there. Deciding to play the harmless old woman, she held her head bowed down. Before she saw a pair of sturdy sandals she heard a low chuckle. “Now what have I caught myself today? A nice, juicy piece of meat by the look of it. ” Carefully controlling her temper the warrior raised her head and looked at the soldier who had captured her with his long whip.

“Hardly that young man. ” She deliberately tried to make her voice a bit quavering. “I am way past the age of being of interest to any man. My hair is already turning white. See?” She held her head to one side, showing the white at her temples. Praying the man would be stupid enough to fall for it. But no such luck.

“Maybe so, but your body still looks tempting and your speed just now was not exactly that of an old woman. ” The soldier looked her over with a grin on his face. “Nice try warrior, but I take you to the camp all the same. ” He reached down and hauled her to her feet. In the process noticing the muscles in her arms. Then he pushed her in the direction he wanted her to go, stepping carefully behind her but leaving her arms tied by the whip. He was not so dumb to fall for her old wives act. Those muscles were warning enough for him.

“What good will I be to you? As you see, I am old enough to be your mother. ” She’d say anything to get loose. Her only answer was that low chuckle again.

She soon found out she had been pursued by eskişehir escort just this lone soldier who saw her as she was stepping back into the shadows. They had indeed not been as stupid as it seemed. Everyone had been on the alert for more Amazons. Maybe she could bluff her way out. Stating that there were more of them around. But before she could open her mouth, they were back at the encampment and surrounded by all the inhabitants. Even that big soldier who had captured Agila was there.

“You were right, Runar. I found another of those black haired witches. Only this one claims she is old enough to be my mother. To old to be tasty for any man, she said. ” The soldier grinned as he shoved her in the middle of the camp.

“Did she now?” Agila’s soldier looked her over in a rather speculative way. Suddenly this Runar laughed out loud. “I think I have the perfect answer to that. My father should be back any day and I bet he will be very pleased to find a woman waiting for him in the camp. ” The other soldiers roared with laughter and the Amazon closed her green eyes for a second. Damn, it was obvious they considered her still attractive enough to keep her.

As it turned out she didn’t have to wait at all. “What is going on Runar? Found yourselves a toy, have you?” The low voice rumbled like thunder and its effect was amazing. Tugging at their sword belts, squaring their shoulders, most soldiers took a few steps back and straightened noticeable. Giving her a good view of the new arrival. The first impression was like a punch in the stomach. The Amazon was literally trying to catch her breath. This man was even bigger than the others. The thick blond hair was streaked with white, but the blue eyes had a piercing quality. His tall broad frame was still muscled and his legs looked like tree trunks beneath the short leathers. When he saw the Amazon they had captured his eyes suddenly turned bright like stars. “Now that is a nice surprise. Who caught her?”

Runar stepped forward. “Ivar did. But she told him she was to old to be of interest to him. “

The big man raised one of his eyebrows. “I see. ” But before he could go on, Runar continued. “So I told her that if she was of an age to be our mother, she would be a fitting present for my father. ” With that he gave the whip to his father. Grinning he added: “I have a younger version in my tent. Captured early this morning. “

The air was filled with expectancy when the older soldier took the whip from his son. The others had formed a rough semicircle in front of him and the woman, who looked suddenly much less like an old woman. She had straightened perceptibly and her green eyes were blazing fire. She had tried, she really had. But there was just so much she could take from a man. Too bad for Agila, but she couldn’t keep silent and let them do whatever they fancied. Nobody could ask that of her. “Who says I’m a present? You know I’m a warrior. So be a man and fight me!” She struggled in vain to get her arms free.

“I say so. My name is Wulf. What’s yours woman?” The big man reeled in the whip so she was forced to stop struggling if she did not want to touch him.

“Dyna. And stop calling me woman. I’m a warrior, you know that!” The Amazon was furious and a little frightened. She was not used to looking up to people. But this man was much taller than she was. And a whole lot heavier. If he decided to take her up on her offer, she would probably be squashed in minutes. Silently she sent a prayer to Gaia. Honour was al fine and that, but she really wanted to grow a lot older than she was today.

“Well Dyna, I certainly won’t be fighting you. I happen to know just how exciting you are. ” Laughing out loud he looked around him at the curious faces of the other soldiers. “I could have been here earlier but for a pleasant surprise on the way. I stumbled upon a small river nearby and was distracted by a very stimulating sight. ” He grinned down at Dyna, who felt the blood rushing to her face. Gaia, he had seen her. There was no doubt about that. The thought made her blush in embarrassment, but at the same time she clenched her thighs. She felt herself getting horny all over again. What was happening to her?

Wulf suddenly jerked the whip, causing her to spin. Before she regained her balance he had tied her arms behind her back and gave the whip back to Ivar. Pushing her in front of him he lightly brushed her breasts. “This woman” he grinned maliciously, “this woman was taking a bath and I can tell you, it was very interesting. She started fondling her breasts. ” Dyna had no idea where the knife came from, but with a swift stroke it sliced through the strips of cloth that closed her light green tunic. And in the wink of an eye the tunic was flipped aside. Her already stiffening nipples clear for all to see. All eyes were glued to the large breasts with the firm brown buds on top.

Dyna moved involuntarily and her breasts swung gently gaziantep escort to the delight of every male in the camp. She tried to stand still, but being on display like this turned her on. She had never known how exciting that could be. She desperately tried to push the feelings aside, but had little success. Then Wulf slid his hand over her shoulder, slowly moving down between her breasts, circling her nipples but not touching them. Gaia, this was really turning her on. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. As if she could blot out what was happening to her. His hand moved over her stomach, counted her ribs and softly tickled her side. Since she didn’t see it coming, she gasped loudly when Wulf finally did touch her nipples. Alternately pinching them and lightly tugging them he made her moan in no time at all.

Wulf chuckled and resumed his storytelling. “After she got herself moaning like this, she showed a dripping wet pussy to the world. ” With a few more swift strokes of the knife her sword belt dropped to the ground together with the leather skirt. Leaving a neatly trimmed triangle between her firmly molded legs for all to see. By stretching his arm he pushed Dyna a little forward. When she stumbled he quickly moved his leg between hers from behind. By doing this he prevented her from closing her legs again. And at the same time he forced her to show her cunt to the eager eyes in front of them. With her arms tied behind her back and his leg between hers, she felt like she was offering herself for inspection to all of them. “Just like she is doing now. ” Wulfs laugh rumbled behind her back. Some soldiers smacked their lips and others whistled.

Dyna couldn’t stop the heat travelling in waves through her body. She no longer cared; she even welcomed all those eyes feasting on her body. Gaia, she had never felt so horny. And when Wulf let his big warm hand travel over her body again, she shivered in anticipation. First taking a sidetrip to trace her hipbone, then lingering at the top of her leg. Slowly, slowly his hand neared the black triangle. The short trimmed hair accentuating the now swollen lips, the moist glistening along the dark blood-filled folds. His other hand suddenly pinched one of her nipples again. Gasping she moved her hips forward. She couldn’t help it. There was no way she could control her body right now. She moaned and moved her head from side to side when his thick finger slid over her clit and found its way into her hot, wet pussy. All she could think about was getting his cock inside of her. So when his other hand spread her cunt wide open for all to see how wet she was, she tried to capture his fingers inside of her.

Wulf chuckled again. “I like mature women. See how hot she is. I’d say she’s definitely not to old to please me. Besides, when they are a bit older they are better able to accept me. You all know an eighteen year old is far to tight for my cock. ” His words made Dyna moan again. She nearly ached to feel him filling her up. If he really had such a large cock, she would be more than happy to get him inside of her. She felt a very interesting, very big bulge at her back. But all she got was his hand. First one, then two and finally three of his massive fingers sliding in and out of her hot cunt. His thumb rubbing her clit and making her writhe and toss her head. She licked her lips and turned her head, opening her green lust glazed eyes. His blue ones nearly blazing Wulf kissed her hard and his tongue shot into her mouth, at the same time as his fingers entered her body as far as they could go. Dyna felt herself being filled from both sides and came shuddering and gasping in front of the riveted public. But she didn’t care. It felt wonderful. To be honest, the public was part of what made it wonderful. She never would have guessed how much she would be turned on by something like this. So much so, she even had trouble remembering she was supposed to put up a fight.

Wulf made a sound of contentment and laughed aloud. “I see some of you have the same urge I had after witnessing her. ” He nodded to some of the soldiers who could no longer control themselves and were stroking their cocks in plain view. “That’s why I wasn’t here sooner. And why I can keep her dangling a bit right now. ” With those words he slowly withdrew his fingers from her still twitching cunt.

After licking his fingers he winked at her. “You smell gorgeous and you taste like heaven. I do hope you don’t fuck like an angel. I prefer a bit more fire. ” With that he slung her over his shoulder. Right in front of one of the bigger tents, she was laid out on a soft bearskin. Hands no longer tied behind her back but to a stake above her head. Her legs spread wide with her ankles tied to stakes as well. After he fetched water he cleaned her thoroughly, in the process turning her on again. Grinning he left her there. On display, aching to be touched but unable to touch herself. Promising to get back to her when it was fully dark. Just before he left, he gave her a chance to look at his enormous cock. Even half aroused it was really impressive and made her even hornier. She bucked her hips when he knelt between her legs and lightly slid the tip over her throbbing clit. Clenching her fists she had to use every ounce of control she could find. Gaia help her, she would fuck him to death if she ever got the chance.

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* Writing a bit more on the series, so time for another update.

Think of this as Pirates of the Caribbean meets furry fantasy. :-p

*

52 – Trouble at Sea

‘Indeed.’ said Unsar when the party met up with him again at the Down by the Water tavern. ‘You have to be either a pirate, or a pirate’s unfortunate victim, to be able to set foot on that accursed place.’ He drank his beer. ‘Now that I think about it, I wouldn’t be surprised if it were pirates who delivered that entangler to the family as a seedling. A creature like that is forbidden to possess by law.’

‘Then they must have been in business together for a long time already.’ said Valdys.

He nodded. ‘So, unless you have something to show off that you’re criminal enough to be a pirate, you won’t come near that city fortress.’

‘City fortress?’ asked Elzbieta.

Unsar took another swig from his beer. ‘Yep. Originally, it was a small rocky island, then over time they hollowed out the rock to live in it like great houses, and kept on adding to it until it became like a great building rising from the sea. The bay still exists inside of it and is known for the abundance of red flowers. They call them pirate flowers now.’

‘What would be a good reason to be seen as pirates, apart from bloodshed?’ asked Ulric. ‘I’m not fond of a reputation as a killer.’

‘Stealing, of course. Big treasure, special treasure, kidnapping for ransom. Anything involving lots of valuables is good.’

‘We did bring down the most powerful family here, that must account for something.’ said Iphigenia.

Unsar laughed. ‘True. They like mayhem as well. And since they were broke already it’s no wind out of the sails for Sharktail.’

‘Sharktail?’

Unsar grinned. ‘You haven’t yet heard of the most vicious terror leading the pirates of Red Cove yet? Not many have stood against her and lived to tell. And those who did, didn’t live long enough anyway.’

Ulric looked at the others. ‘All the more important to not make ourselves stand out too much. Just enough to set foot on land there and not be bothered while we snoop around.’

‘If we can find someone to take us there in the first place.’ said Elzbieta.

Unsar put down his mug. ‘Oh, I know the right person for that, and you’re in luck, he’s here today.’ He gestured with a nod to another one of the old men present, who sat talking to the former guard they had met at the estate at the opposite wall. ‘Short Joris. He’s an old pirate who sails often between Red Cove and here with small cargo like mail and packages. Send a drink his way and he’ll hear you out.’

Iphigenia had the host take two beers to the men with a message, and they soon joined the party with a toast to their gracious offer. Unsar hit his mug with Joris’s. ‘Short, these people are interested in acquiring your services to ferry them over to your place.’

Joris lifted his eye patch and looked over the girls and the hooded black canine. ‘You don’t exactly look like the right kind to take that trip.’ he said, and pulled the patch down again.

‘We were the ones to bring down the Drukkna family when we discovered their empty coffers.’ said Iphigenia.

Joris gazed at her. ‘Did you now.’

His friend, the old guard, nodded. ‘They did. I found them when they broke into it at the estate.’

Joris hummed slowly. ‘Well, if Theseus says so, then I’ll believe it.’ He took a swig from his mug and sat forward a little. ‘Are you sure you want to go there? It’s not a nice place, and certainly not for pretty lasses such as yourselves.’

Iphigenia smiled a little. ‘We know how to not be nice ourselves.’

Joris chuckled. ‘Good, good. You’ll need it.’ He gestured at Theseus next to him. ‘Even he knows some very nasty tricks.’

Elzbieta raised an eyebrow at the old man, focussed on sipping his beer.

Joris grinned. ‘You didn’t think they let him guard the treasure room just to keep him occupied, did you?’

‘Indeed.’ said Elzbieta.

Joris leaned back. ‘I’ll take you, if you still want to go after I tell you about a few of the unwritten rules and the frequent events you’ll witness there.’

Iphigenia nodded. ‘Of course, go ahead.’

***

Kaui looked over the harbour and the wide ocean. ‘Are you sure Isa will be all right, Master?’

Ulric kissed the side of her head. ‘Don’t worry, she’s the type of person who can keep herself busy and enjoys time on her own, and Susi keeps an eye on her. And with Cat’s ability to dig itself down into the ground, the only thing anyone who accidentally enters that piece of the forest will see is a stretched out heap of ground.’ He took her hand. ‘Did you charge your rings, or do I need to?’

She smiled up at him. ‘I charged them from Cat’s mana batteries, Master.’

He nodded. ‘Good girl. We’ll need you to take care of anything like that entangler thing if we come across it.’

She giggled and nodded.

Elzbieta gestured at one side of the harbour and a small cog near the end of a short pier. ‘There’s Joris’s boat.’

He greeted them as he rolled a barrel on board when they walked up the pier. ‘We’re leaving as soon as the last of the tekirdağ escort cargo is on board.’

Ulric grabbed the last two barrels underneath his arms. ‘We’ll give you a hand then.’

Joris had seen strong beast folk before, but Ulric still impressed him. ‘Thanks.’ he said and gestured towards the front of the boat. ‘You can put them with the others there.’

Ulric noted a feline sitting with her back towards him at the front, fixing a piece of clothing, and her scent was familiar. He set down the barrels next to the one Joris rolled there. The old man glanced at the feline. ‘She’s also coming with us.’

The feline turned her head and her eyes went wide. ‘You?’

Ulric chuckled. ‘So we meet again. Trying out your luck at Red Cove?’

Caylais nodded. ‘I couldn’t find any decent work or other party to work with, and then I sort of decided to try my hand at being bad instead.’

Joris shook his head while he secured the barrels by tying a rope around them. ‘I told her it was no place for her, but she insisted hard.’

Caylais grinned a little in embarrassment. ‘I showed off my unladylike claws and fangs.’

Ulric laughed. ‘I’ll bet that helped.’

‘Are you sure you’ll be all right over there?’ asked Kaui.

Caylais nodded. ‘I’m just taking the chance and hope for the best. If it doesn’t work out there, Joris will take me back here and then I’m going home.’

***

The sea was calm and the wind just right to make the trip enjoyable and quick for everyone, and Valdys coached Iphigenia and Elzbieta on an enhancing spell they had the affinity for while Kaui went over her inventory, and Conchim tended to her wings. Ulric simply breathed the invigorating scent of salt water and air, and took the opportunity to relax because he hadn’t been near the sea since he’d been a little kid. The sight of what Joris called the Shark’s Teeth was another reminder of how fantasy-like his new world was. Jagged and pointy rocks with some vegetation bit through the water surface and up into the air. There was space enough between them for large ships to sail through, but only when they knew what they were doing, as many ship wrecks at the base of the rocks and masts protruding at shallower parts testified to. Joris wasn’t worried about hitting anything with his flat bottomed cog and had used the shortcut for many years.

Until something hit the boat underneath and sent a tremble through it.

Ulric looked back at Joris, who let go of the steering wheel and came forward. ‘Did we hit rock?’

The boatman stuck his head down the hatch of the cargo hold to listen for water rushing in. ‘We shouldn’t have. This is my normal route.’

The girls leaned over the side, peering into the water for signs of damage or the reason for the shock. ‘I didn’t hear any scraping against the hull either.’ said Elzbieta. ‘It must’ve been something loose in the water.’

Ulric went down and checked for leaks between the cargo. ‘Maybe it was floating wreckage from one of those stranded ships.’

Joris hummed. ‘Possibly. I’ve seen pieces adrift before after a storm but everything’s been calm lately.’

Another hit shook the boat.

Conchim gripped the side when she spotted a dark mass moving through the water. ‘There’s something here! Something big!’

Joris rushed up to her and squinted into the water. ‘What did it look like?’

‘Hard to tell. It was almost black and it might be as big as the boat.’

‘I found several descriptions of large sea creatures in my library, but it could be any of them without a better look at it.’ said Valdys.

‘Here!’ said Caylais when she spotted a large shadow at her side.

Everyone hurried over just in time to see something glide further down, then grow big again as it rose fast and hit the hull hard. ‘It’s attacking us!’ said Joris, went for the mast, and unfurled the main sail completely. The cog tilted slightly at the extra thrust. ‘Secure yourselves and look out for any cargo shifting loose!’

Ulric gave him a hand and pulled on the rope. ‘Anything we can do?’

Joris wound the rope around a hook and secured it with a knot. ‘Nothing much. Hope that the wind will pick up and speed us along until we’re safe.’

‘Maybe I can help with that.’ Conchim said and moved to the stern. She braced herself with her back at the outside of the short railing at the rear, spread her wings, and closed them with a boost from her wind magic.

The boat accelerated forward enough for the others to grab something to keep steady and Joris laughed as he took the wheel. ‘Great going, lass. If you can keep that up we might be out in the clear real quick.’

‘Hang on!’ said Caylais as she looked down into the water. ‘It’s coming again!’

The shock rattled the boat harder this time and a crack sounded from below. ‘Shit!’ said Ulric as he rushed down. ‘I’ll check!’ He groaned when he found water spreading out between two crates. ‘We have a leak!’

Joris hurried over, cursed, and dove into the stern. ‘Move those crates aside! I have to seal that leak!’

Ulric pushed the crates away quickly tokat escort to clear the spot before Joris returned and nailed a short board with a layer of tar and hemp on top of the crack in the hull. It was barely in place when Kaui shouted. ‘Here it comes again!’

Ulric looked up at Conchim. ‘Can you muster more power!?’

Conchim groaned as she flapped her wings again and thrust the boat forward. ‘I can’t do more than this!’

The hit from below shook the boat and the new board sprung loose. Joris cursed at the water spraying out from underneath and hammered it down again. ‘We won’t survive like this! Someone steer us to the nearest rock!’

Iphigenia hurried towards the steering wheel. ‘On it! Conchim, push us more to the left!’

The creature kept ramming the hull while Ulric cleared the cargo and Joris nailed tar boards as fast as he could to plug the cracks in the wood, but the damage and the water level increased with each hit.

‘We’re almost there!’ said Elzbieta at the bow. ‘I see a cave of sorts in the rock!’

‘If it’s large enough for the boat, head into it!’ said Joris.

‘The mast won’t fit!’

‘Doesn’t matter! Steer into it!’

Iphigenia turned the steering wheel. ‘Here we go.’

Kaui and Caylais lowered the sail fast and with another push from Conchim, the boat scraped its side along the edge of the cave as it entered. The top of the mast hit the top of the entrance, bent, then snapped under the force and tore off.

‘Watch out!’ said Caylais and ran away from the mast with Kaui before the top fell on the deck.

The hull and the mast scraped more along rock as it went further into the cave, until the boat hit the bottom as it sank further and rested motionless on the rock, halfway submerged into the water.

Joris and Ulric waded out of the cargo hold and climbed up on deck. ‘At least the boat and cargo isn’t lost for now.’ the old man grumbled.

A loud splash of water startled them and the creature surfaced outside the cave. The flat, elongated body glimmered in the light, its black skin covered with a pattern of large, irregular dark green blobs. Its eyes at the side were pure black, its mouth, a slit underneath the front of its flat head was paired with two shorter tentacles, with a row of longer ones trailing along the middle of its body. ‘What is that!?’ asked Ulric.

‘A sea vulture.’ said Valdys. ‘It’s known to attack ships but not often. Only if there’s not enough fish to feed itself on or if it’s mating season.’

Joris sat down hard. ‘Great. There’s plenty of fish here, so that would mean they’re breeding here now. I won’t be able to use this route all year long when they’re around.’

Ulric turned to Joris. ‘Can we repair the boat?’

He thought for a moment. ‘I think so. At least well enough to reach Red Cove. But not with that monster swimming around.’

Ulric turned to Valdys. ‘Anything in the books on killing it or chasing it away?’

Valdys shook her head. ‘Nothing.’

Ulric took a deep breath and looked at the creature swimming around just outside the entrance. ‘So we might have to wait until it leaves on its own.’

‘We’ll need time to repair the boat anyway.’ said Elzbieta. ‘Maybe by then it’ll have moved away.’

Joris stood up with a groan. ‘Indeed. Might as well begin so we can leave as soon as it’s gone.’

***

By the time the boat was patched up and drained well enough to be put to sea again, the creature still hadn’t subsided. It swam casually around in front of the cave, sometimes far enough to make them think it had left, only to resurface nearby again a little later.

Elzbieta looked up at dark clouds gathering in the distance when rumbling rolled across the sky. ‘And we’re looking at a thunderstorm on top of this.’

Valdys checked the book of monsters again when she remembered something. ‘Oh, that’s not good. These creatures seem to go wild during thunderstorms.’

Elzbieta looked back at her. ‘Wild?’

‘Yes. It’s noted in the description that sea vultures react to stormy weather and are quick to attack anything at that time.’

‘That’s definitely not good.’ said Ulric. ‘We’d better move as far away from the entrance as we can.’

At the first crack of lightning and thunder, the sea vulture swam more erratic, and when the sky darkened more with the thunder clouds, it jumped up from the water and dove more violently.

Ulric growled softly as he watched the creature become more agitated. ‘I have a bad feeling about this.’

Iphigenia sat down beside him. ‘It can’t come in here, so maybe it’ll tire itself out during the storm and leave after.’

Lightning struck a nearby rock and the creature shot forward. Ulric stood up at once. ‘I wouldn’t be so sure about that.’

It hit the entrance of the cave and whipped its tentacles towards the ship and everyone, hitting the side of the ship hard.

Ulric pulled Iphigenia to the side at the back of the cave. ‘Everyone to the back!’

Joris grumbled loud. ‘It’ll damage the ship with its tentacles!’

The creature wriggled slowly forward into the trabzon escort cave and splashed wild, hitting the shield spells that Valdys had raised quickly.

‘It’s trying to enter all the way even if it might become stuck here and die.’ said Elzbieta. ‘We have to stop it.’

Ulric turned to Kaui. ‘Kaui, we’ll have to see if you can repel this thing as well.’

Kaui looked at him with large eyes full of fear, but she clenched her teeth and nodded. ‘I will try, Master.’

He focussed on his wings and grew them large enough to embrace her for their protection. ‘We’ll move just close enough to hit it with a blast from your rings, all right?’

Kaui trembled slightly but his arms and wings around him gave her enough reassurance to do it, and she nodded. ‘Yes, Master.’

They stepped forward carefully, estimating the reach of the sea vulture’s tentacles while they swept left and right. When Ulric thought they were close enough, he threw a rock at the creature to taunt it.

It lashed out a tentacle at the pair.

‘Now!’ said Ulric and Kaui pressed her ring trigger on her outstretched hand. An arc of lightning shot from between her rings and lashed out at the tentacle.

The tentacle jerked back with a frantic spray of water from the creature’s mouth, but it swiped at its attackers again.

‘I’ll add more mana to the rings.’ said Ulric and took Kaui’s hand in his paw, steering some of his mana towards her rings.

The creature whipped its tentacle at them again.

Kaui took another shot and again the creature reacted with a violent jerk and spray of water.

For a moment it seemed to work, but the sea vulture continued wriggling forward and kept on attacking.

Valdys looked at Caylais. ‘Isn’t your ability lightning magic?’

Caylais clenched her fists as she watched the sea demon. ‘Yes, but I don’t have enough mana to attack a demon this big.’

‘What if we channel mana through you?’

Caylais looked at Valdys. ‘I never tried that before, but that might work. But it’ll take a lot of mana.’

Valdys grinned slightly. ‘Don’t worry about that. He has plenty.’ She turned to Ulric and Kaui. ‘Love, I think Cay can do it when you give her your mana!’

Ulric pulled back with Kaui. ‘What!? Right here and now!? I don’t think I could do that even if she agrees to do that with me!’

She let out a quick laugh. ‘I mean like how you charge mana stones.’

Ulric cleared his throat. ‘Oh! All right, we can try that.’

Caylais raised an eyebrow. ‘What did he mean?’

Valdys shook her head. ‘It’s an alternative method us girls have to increase our mana tally permanently. Never mind that now, go and hit that thing with all the power you’re given.’

53 – Red Cove

Valdys swiftly directed Ulric on how to best hold Caylais in front of him and steer his mana flow through her. He cleared his throat. ‘I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable.’ he said softly into the feline’s ear.

Caylais gave a quick nod while her heart pounded as she stood with her back against his front. ‘It’s all right, don’t worry about me. We have to try this.’

He wrapped his arms around her upper body and pressed his paws against her stomach with some hesitation. She tensed for a moment, then took a deep breath to relax and focus on her abilities. ‘I’m ready.’

Ulric directed a little of his mana through his arms and into his paws, and the sensation of warmth and the pounding of her heart increased against his chest. ‘How’s this?’

Caylais almost gasped at the strength of his mana entering her body, even if it was only this much to begin with. It made his presence even more real than it already was, and she thought she understood just how close his girls were to him.

Water sprayed through the cave from the sea vulture trashing its tentacles around. ‘Can you handle this?’ asked Valdys and glanced quickly back at the creature.

Caylais concentrated on her own flow of mana mixing with his and steering the new flow, and nodded. ‘Yes. I can handle more.’ she said, and her heart skipped a beat at the next surge from the strangest demon she’d ever met. Another moment was needed to stabilise the flow. It was not enough yet according to her estimation. ‘More.’

She gasped at the next surge of mana induced heat rushing through her whole body.

‘Are you all right?’ asked Valdys while the sea vulture flailed harder.

Caylais nodded quickly. ‘I still need more.’

‘Hurry!’ said Elzbieta. ‘It’s coming further inside!’

Ulric released more mana, sending electrical surges through Caylais’s body along with the heat. She puffed as she tried to breath normally but nodded at Valdys when she looked worried. ‘More. I need about half more mana.’

Valdys nodded at Ulric and he slowly increased his flow. ‘Tell me when it’s too much.’

Caylais nodded quickly again and concentrated hard on keeping the wild new power inside her under control. She never imagined this much mana at her disposal and she needed to control the thrill of the moment before losing herself to both that and the sudden arousal when she felt one with his embrace holding her tight against his strong body. The question whether this was also caused by his mana would have to wait until later. She squinted at the sea vulture creeping closer and its tentacles lashing at the water close to them. ‘Out of the way.’ she breathed and built up the most powerful charge of lightning inside her, imagining she could explode at any moment.

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Historians from the Kush Empire will say that I’m a liar, but I don’t care. What do these shmucks who call themselves scholars and archivists of ancient Africa know anyway? They read about events from way before their time, and ponder their significance, while I was actually there, experiencing that of which I speak. And don’t you or anyone else dare to call me a traitor, either. Some of the world’s greatest patriots have been called traitors…

This is the tale of how I, Utatrerses, the son of a Kushite noblewoman who legally married an Axumite Prince, was dispossessed of my rightful paternal inheritance through my maternal uncle Izar’s treachery. This atrocity was done with the complicity of the so-called Imperial Court of Kush. This happened during the reign of Empress Makeda, the legendary Queen of Sheba, who reigned over the Kushite Empire between 1005 and 950 B.C.

Long before I was transformed into what I am today, a creature that walks by night and drinks the blood of the living, I was a mortal man who despised the Kush Empire. And now that I’m Immortal, my hatred of all things Kushite has grown a thousand-fold. Most of my fellow Immortals believe that I should put aside my anger, and move on. I believe in settling accounts, and where we have been, and what we have done, why, those are the things that make us who we are. Without further ado, I have a tale to share with you…

“Utatrerses, what are you, taking a nap? Those rocks aren’t going to crush themselves,” snapped Abu-Kar, the burly, mahogany-hued Kushite Overseer. At six-foot-six, Abu-Kar was a couple of inches taller than me, and much larger. Built like an ox, that one. The man’s bulk and harsh, ugly face intimidated many among the Prisoners, myself included. I had witnessed the Overseer’s brutality on many occasions, and had no desire to experience it for myself.

Like all the Prisoners at Napata’s largest Prison, I have been conscripted into the service of Her Majesty, Empress Makeda of Kush. Whether I like it or not, my task is to improve the roads leading into the mountains of Kush, a treacherous network of roads linking the Capital of Napata with its lesser rival, the City of Meroe. Such is the fate that has befallen me, following my fall from grace…

“Yes, milord,” I replied, and Abu-Kar’s dark-skinned, rough-hewn face glared at me, a mask of contempt. I saw raw hatred in his obsidian eyes, and sighed with apprehension. Towering, dark and massively muscled, with a shaven head and a thick beard, Abu-Kar used to be a soldier in the Kushite Imperial Army. How he became an Overseer in Napata’s Prison is anyone’s guess. I think the Kushite Imperial Army fellows got tired of this ugly, mindless brute and sent him to inflict himself on less fortunate souls, such as myself.

“Mock me again, Utatrerses, and I’ll flay you alive,” Abu-Kar replied, his stentorian voice causing me to wince, though I casually shrugged and resumed my task. I wanted to tell the brute to go mate with a cow, but I kept my mouth shut. With a large sledgehammer, I continued to hammer away at the rocks, with the merciless African sun at my back. Sometimes I wonder what I did to offend Aspelta, the deified King of Kush by which most of my countrymen swear, to deserve such a fate…

“Utatrerses, I think the Overseer is in love with you, all he wants to do is give you some tender loving care,” came a voice dripping with laughter. I turned to look at my fellow Prisoner, a young man named Her-Si, originally from the land of Punt. Tall and slender, with wavy dark hair and dark brown skin, Her-Si resembled the people of Axum, my father’s people. Axum and Punt are right next to each other, although the two nations historically haven’t gotten along…

“Mind your own business, Her-Si, I’m not in the mood,” I snapped, as I wiped sweat from my brow. Her-Si laughed and continued to chip away at the mountainside, and I paused for a moment. Everywhere I looked, I saw hard-bodied men at work. Scores of Prisoners, numbering in the hundreds, busily rebuilding the lengthy mountainside road separating the City of Napata from the City of Meroe. My fellow Prisoners, toiling away under the mercilessly hot sun…

Fate brought these unfortunate men here, like the pitiless mistress that she is and always shall be. Most of these men were wayward citizens of the Kush Empire, whose crimes were deemed serious enough to merit Prison time but not serious enough to warrant more severe punishments such as being decapitated, sold into slavery, or turned into eunuchs and sent into the sex trade. Come to think of it, there are worse things than being a Prisoner, after all…

Life wasn’t always like this for me. Truly unfortunate circumstances brought me to this low point. My father, Tigray of the Kingdom of Axum, was a Prince among his people and a major trader of oils, spices and slaves. He traded with the Kush Empire so much that he ended up marrying a Kushite woman, my mother Nabila. bilecik escort The two of them settled in a seaside villa near the City of Napata, Capital of the Kushite Empire.

I grew up wealthy and privileged, in our large, beautiful villa by the sea, with many servants. My father Prince Tigray doted on me, and I attended the best schools. Scholars from places like Axum, and Egypt, came to our household, to teach me about mathematics, geography, and history. I learned how to use a sword and a spear from a formidable teacher named Marok, once a chieftain among the ruthless Afar people, who roam a wasteland close to the Kushite border. All was well, until my father’s death. That’s when everything started to go wrong…

My mother’s proud Kushite family, especially her brother Izar, an ambitious Kushite nobleman, never approved of her marriage to a foreigner from the Kingdom of Axum. My mother Nabila violated many taboos when she accepted my father Prince Tigray’s marriage offer, and her brother Izar never truly forgave her for it. In the old days, just like today, most families did not like giving their daughters away to foreign men. I never gave the matter much thought, until the day my life changed…

My father Prince Tigray of Axum passed away due to illness during the eighteenth summer of my life, and by all rights, I should have inherited everything, as befitting the laws of the time. In the Kushite Empire, the eldest son of a household inherits everything after his father’s passing, including any titles and properties. That’s not what happened in my case…

“You are a half-blood, Utatrerses, a mongrel, and not a true Kushite, so your mother’s property falls to me, her oldest male relative,” said my uncle Izar, the day after my father Prince Tigray’s funeral. I looked at the burly, dark-skinned, bald-headed and silver-goateed Kushite nobleman, and paused. For a moment, I thought he had spoken in jest, but when I looked into his chocolate eyes, I saw that the man was dead serious…

“Uncle Izar, I do not understand your sense of humor, my father Prince Tigray of Axum left me this property and the one in the City of Meroe, and you were there when he signed the deed over to me,” I protested, and Uncle Izar laughed merrily. I started toward him, but he nodded at Ra-Mon and Hal-Tan, a couple of burly Kushite laborers attached to my father’s household, and the two of them seized me. I watched as Uncle Izar pulled a scroll from his robes, and displayed it before my face.

“This deed? Oh, Utatrerses, it is no more,” Uncle Izar said, and he ripped the scroll apart before my very eyes. I screamed in anger, and Hal-Tan and Ra-Mon took me away. I screamed, demanding to see my mother. As I was led away, everyone in the household stood by and watched. I looked at these men and women whom I had known my entire life. Our family’s cooks, cleaners, gardeners, and shepherds, and I wondered if any of them would fetch my mother. Surely as lady of the household, she would put an end to this travesty…

“This foreign lad has assaulted my person, hold him until the gendarmerie arrives to take him to Prison,” Izar shouted, and as I was led away in shackles from my own household, I swore revenge upon him. Thus I was taken to Napata’s Prison, and condemned to ten years of hard labor. Such is the fate of foreign men who offend the sensibilities of Kushite citizens in their own homeland.

In matters of justice, the Imperial Court of Kush could hardly be expected to side with a foreigner over one of their own. Empress Makeda, the Holy Kandake, supreme ruler of the Kush Empire, claimed to be a fair-minded woman, but I saw the way she and the other assembled nobles looked at me the day I walked into court. They looked at me and saw a foreigner.

I kind of knew what to expect, but hope still burned in my heart, until narrowed eyes and downturned lips greeted me at the Imperial Court of Kush. Their minds were made up before my Counsel could open his mouth. Except that I considered myself a Kushite, since my mother Nabila is a Kushite woman. Evidently, the fact that my father Prince Tigray was an Axumite made me a veritable mongrel in the eyes of the Kushite Judiciary, who sided with my Uncle Izar in this unfortunate family dispute…

That night, as I lay on my cot, inside my cell, I thought of all the twists and turns that my life has taken. Five years had gone by since Uncle Izar stole my property and my good name from me. I wasted away in Prison. My mother and so-called cousins never visited me. I knew they’d forsaken me, since I was a half-blood and not a true Kushite. The source of their hatred mystified me. My father Prince Tigray was always kind and generous in his dealings with my mother’s people. For them to betray his memory like this made me seethe with anger…

“One day I will get out of here and avenge my father,” I said to myself, as I rested. manisa escort Dark times awaited the Kushite Empire, and this time, the empire faced a threat it had never encountered before. The Imperial Army of Kush has defeated marauders from Punt, warriors from Axum, raiders from the Afar, and even pirates from the Persian world. The Kushite people, whom I was starting to despise, thought themselves invincible. Little did they know that not all threats to the great empires of man come from man’s world…

Long before the Plague of the Blood Drinkers made its way to the City of Napata, it began in the Kushite countryside. People from small towns and villages started disappearing, and then they returned home, unnaturally changed, and fixated on drinking the blood of family members and friends. I remember my first encounter with a Blood Drinker. Believe me, it’s not the sort of thing one easily forgets…

After a long day of road-building, I was almost looking forward to returning to Napata’s Prison. For some reason, the Overseers kept us at work far longer than our usual schedule, and it was getting dark. A major storm hit us, and a torrential downpour ravaged our camp. They herded us like sheep under enormous tents, still in shackles, once it became evident that we would not be able to return to Napata that night. That was the night the Blood Drinkers came…

Partially hidden from the others at the very back of the tent, my erstwhile companion Her-Si and I diverted ourselves the old-fashioned way, if you know what I mean. As a wealthy young nobleman in my halcyon days in Napata, I enjoyed the charms of both women and men. As a Prisoner, I struggled to remember what a beautiful woman looked and felt like. Her-Si, for all of his imperfections, offered me my only release from my sexual frustrations…

“You’ve missed me, I can tell,” Her-Si said, and the tall, slender and handsome Axumite pulled me close, and kissed me. I kissed him back, and just like that, we began making love. Her-Si grabbed my manhood and stroked it, and then took me into his mouth. I felt myself harden as Her-Si sucked my penis and fingered my asshole. Smiling, I relaxed and enjoyed as my lover and fellow Prisoner brought me immense pleasure…

“Yes, I have, you handsome cur,” I replied, and Her-Si licked his lips, and continued sucking my penis. When I came, the handsome Axumite sucked every last drop of my cum, and then we continued with our fun. In spite of our bindings, Her-Si and I rolled around in the dirt, making love without a care in the world. I had long stopped caring what our fellow Prisoners thought of our nightly sessions…

“Come here, Utatrerses,” Her-Si said, grinning and stroking his long and thick member as I drew even closer to him. I took his face into my hands and kissed him, and then my hands roamed all over Her-Si’s hard, muscular body. I grabbed his cock, and stroked it. As Her-Si smiled and nodded, I took his engorged member into my mouth and began sucking on it. Her-Si sighed happily as I sucked him off, loving the way his thick member smelled and tasted…

“Are you ready for me?” I teased Her-Si as I climbed on top of him. Her-Si’s hands went to my hips as I lowered myself onto him, and he thrust into me. I grimaced as I felt his manhood split my ass apart, and he penetrated me. I welcomed the delicious pleasure and oh-so wicked pain as Her-Si fucked me with gusto, tearing my ass up and making me his. Hard and fast he fucked me, with wild abandon, until I could not take it anymore and came, for the second time that night…

“You’re always teasing me with this beautiful ass of yours,” Her-Si whispered into my ear as he propped me on all fours and continued fucking me. I grunted, relaxing my anal muscles as I felt his thick cock invade my ass. I stroked my own cock, which was incredibly hard, so aroused I was by what Her-Si was doing to me. The handsome Axumite stud drilled his cock into me, and I screamed in passion, as we explored our masculine passions. We didn’t let up until well into the evening…

“I know I kept you around for a reason,” I said to Her-Si, and he smiled and kissed me, and then we went to sleep. Without caring what anyone else thought, we fell asleep into each other’s arms. Her-Si gets on my nerves sometimes with his sarcastic, biting sense of humor, but we were lovers and I cherished him greatly. I despised my existence as an inmate in Napata’s Prison, but it would have been much worse if I were alone. As I fell asleep with Her-Si’s arms around me, I did not know that this would be our last night together…

“Ow, let go of me,” Her-Si cried out, and I bolted awake, to find the camp in utter chaos, with people everywhere screaming and running for their lives. I looked up, to see my Her-Si screaming, struggling against a living shadow that gripped him from behind. I tried to help him, but the shadow lashed out mersin escort and struck me. I flew and crashed ten meters away. When I finally got back to my feet, Her-Si lay on the ground, and the shadow crept on top of him, its mouth at his throat…

“Let go of my lover,” I screamed, and I grabbed a large rock, and threw it at the shadow. The rock struck it at the back of its head, and the shadow turned to look at me, crimson eyes filled with malevolence seizing me up. The creature let go of Her-Si, and came for me. I drew my arm back, ready to strike it. From my old trainer Marok, I learned the basics of boxing and wrestling, and thusly knew how to fight without weapons…

“You will pay for this,” the shadow hissed, and there was a definite feminine timbre to its voice. The creature launched itself at me, and before I could strike it, it was upon me. We tumbled on the ground, and a fierce struggle ensued. The creature got on top of me, and sank its fangs into my neck. That’s when my world ended, and I left the mortal world and its foibles behind…

When I came to, a few days later, I woke up in darkness, buried as I was in the dirt, following my apparent death. I rose from the soil, having clawed my way to freedom, and looked about, confused as to where I was and what had happened to me. Fortunately, I was not alone. Quite a few others were rising, and those men, my fellow prisoners, were now members of the Undead. None of us knew that yet, of course…

“Rise, my friend,” came a voice, and I blinked in surprise as a tall, beautiful young woman seemingly materialized before me. Clad in a crimson toga with a flowing ebony came, this raven-haired, brown-skinned beauty smiled at me, seemingly without a care in the world. One look at her and somehow, I knew that the person standing before me was definitely not a mortal woman…

“What are you?” I asked, and the mysterious woman smiled, and I saw pearly white fangs in her rather sensuous mouth. The lady looked me up and down, as one might inspect a newly purchased item, or something to that effect. I smiled nervously, even though there was nothing flattering in her smile. Indeed, there was something absolutely unsettling about her…

“I am Tagtal, Queen of the Vampires, and you are my new vassal,” the mysterious woman said, and I licked my lips thoughtfully, and noticed that there were sharp teeth in my mouth. My incisors, both upper and lower, had sharpened and lengthened considerably. As I pondered that mystery, a second woman approached us, and Queen Tagtal greeted her joyfully.

“Ah, Bilain, my most faithful warrior, good to have you here,” Queen Tagtal said, and she embraced the other woman. Tall, brown-skinned and lovely, the second female was also one of the Undead. This much was definitely apparent to me. I watched the interactions between the two of them. Like a Queen and her favorite handmaiden, these two, I remembered thinking at the time.

“My Queen, the others have risen, we must get them to the lair before dawn and there is the matter of feeding them,” said the comely female Vampire called Bilain, and Queen Tagtal nodded. I did not know it at the time, but Queen Tagtal was an ancient Vampire who had roamed all over the Motherland of Africa thousands of years before my birth. She was the Queen of the Night, the one who inspired the tales of terror which gripped many African and Arab travelers, and kept them awake at night in the desert. Bilain was a newbie Vampire, and the Queen’s lead acolyte in her ongoing war against the Kush Empire…

“What have I become? And what do you expect of me?” I asked Queen Tagtal, interrupting her discussion with Bilain, and the two female Vampires looked at me, eyes bright crimson and fangs bared. I resisted the sudden impulse to flee, and stood my ground. I’ve never been the type that’s easily scared or intimidated. I did not flinch before authority as a mortal, and saw no need to do so now that I had become one of the Undead…

“Speak when spoken to, newbie, or your eternity will be cut short! What’s your name anyway?” Queen Tagtal said, in a stentorian yet distinctly feminine voice filled with majesty and authority. I stood my ground as Queen Tagtal approached me, while her acolyte Bilain went to deal with the other men, freshly risen from the grave. I took a deep breath, or tried to, and suddenly realized that I was no longer breathing. At the time, I found this absolutely shocking…

“I am Utatrerses of Napata, son of Prince Tigray of Axum,” I replied, and Queen Tagtal drew closer, a look of wry amusement on her beautiful face. I have seen a lot of beautiful women of all hues in my time, but this lady was definitely in a category by herself. For some reason, I looked into her crimson eyes, and felt drawn to that unearthly beauty. I’ve known pleasure from dalliances with males, like my dear Her-Si, but felt deeply aroused by this woman…

“Well, Utatrerses, you can live a long and happy life, an endless one, if you learn to obey me, or I’ll cut your immortality short, I made you and I can unmake you,” Queen Tagtal said, licking her lips, and I smiled, knowing that I was playing with fire and not caring one bit. I did a gentle bow, and then, moving faster than I knew I could, I got into the lovely lady’s face…

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*Chapter 3*

As Lelah’s footsteps fade away, Jack picks up the pin straightening it to use as a lock pick. Finally removing the shackles, his wrists red and chafed after weeks rubbing against the metal. Hearing the heavy steps of the guard, Jack quickly moves against the front wall, hiding himself from view. As the guard gets closer he notices the shackles on the floor, “ah fuck” he mumbles, hurriedly grabbing his keys and unlocking the cell. Moving swiftly Jack hits the guard on the head, knocking the man unconscious.

Stealing the guards clothes and sword he sneaks out following the same path he’d seen the guards take everyday.

Walking through the castle he passes the staff room, the door slightly ajar, he spots his gear. Jack peaks through the door surveying the room, empty, stepping inside he quickly gets changed and gathers his stuff.

As Jack passes what smells like the kitchen, the smells wafting out making his mouth water, ignoring his hunger, he moves further down the hall. Suddenly, it opens up into a huge dining room. A magnificent chandelier hangs in the centre, walls ordained with paintings and a fire crackles at one end of the room, illuminating a beautiful worked marble mantle. The massive table set only for two, he recalls a few nights before, overhearing Lelah telling the guard something about a guest arriving on Friday. Voices start to draw near, hastily he empties a small vial into the wine decanter before slipping into the shadows.

Voices growing louder, he waits. Lelah walks in, her dress cut in a low V-neck showing off her busty cleavage, following her, a slightly shorter hooded figure. Jacks eyes widen as the figure removes their cloak, revealing a small set of ears, hair golden like the sun, her dress slit low across the chest teasing revealing her breasts with every movement. A beautiful, bushy tail behind her back, showing off her legs as it sways, gently moving her dress. Sia. He recognises muğla escort her immediately, the young fox queen had made herself quite notorious in recent years, tales of her beauty and cruelty stretching far across the land.

Jack waits patiently, listening as the girls make sinister plans for the local town. “So when do we start?” Sia asks, “I have plans to takeover in the coming week” Lelah responds, a wry smile creeping on her face “Right now, my people are…” trailing off as she feels her body start to slow, not missing a beat, Jack steps out to reveal himself. “Well now, this is quite the situation isn’t it?” He says grinning ear to ear, “not only do I get my revenge on Lelah here, but I also get to play with a beautiful fox-girl.” Shaking the vial in front of them “Do you know what this is?” He asks, “it’s a special mixture of venoms and oils causing obedience and acting as a truth serum, I normally use it for interrogation but this will do fine” answering himself.

As he walks closer, his cock bulging in his pants as the two beauties glare back at him. “Both of you, on your knees, and suck my cock.” Jack demands, eyes lighting up as they reluctantly kneel before him, loosening the ties around his trousers pulling his throbbing member out. Lelah puts the tip in, slowly teasing her tongue against the head of his cock as she pushes it down her throat struggling to take it all the way in, Sia gently sucks on his balls licking and rubbing the base of his shaft. Both of them kiss along the length of his dick, taking turns to deepthroat his rock hard cock. He rips the girls clothes off, their beautiful tits bouncing as they’re released from their clothes. Sia’s breasts are almost as big as Lelah’s, Jack can’t help but stare as two sets of huge breasts bounce in front of him “use your tits, little sluts” He growls, sitting down. His dick towering in front of them, they smother ordu escort his hot member between their breasts, sufficiently lubricated from their combined spit they rub up and down teasing the top of his cock with their tongues. The pleasure becoming too much, thrusting his hips as his hot rod twitches, Jack let’s out a deep growl shooting cum over their faces and tits. “Good girls, now who wants first ride?” He exhales, they both offer their pussies to him spreading their lips wide. “Hmm, Sia first, she was slightly quicker” he decides.

Hard again from the sight, he stands putting Lelah in the chair and bending Sia over in front of him, he rams his whole length into her pussy, pushing her face into Lelah’s pussy. “Lick it, fox-girl” Jack commands, pounding away at her from behind, her big tits jiggling, grabbing her by the tail to hold her in place. “Ahn! Fuck!” Sia squeals, “not my tail..” the feeling of his hard cock thrusting inside her making her brain fuzzy. “Hold her in place.” Obediently, Lelah crosses her legs around Sia’s head, moaning as she feels her mouth seal around her pussy, her tongue teasing the entrance with each lap of her tongue. Lelah’s moaning growing louder she squeezes her legs, pushing Sia’s face deeper into her wet mound stopping her from breathing, immediately causing her pussy to tighten even more as Jack thrust his shaft into her deepest parts. Lelah’s head falls back as pleasure rolls over he body, Sia’s tongue frantically licking her pussy, she cums hard, her breasts shaking each time Jack pushes himself inside Sia. Jack sticks his thumb in Sia’s ass, her mind going blank as she starts to cum, body shaking, stuck between Lelah’s legs and Jack’s relentless thrusting.

He pulls out, Sia slumps to the floor twitching slightly, “Lelah, lay down underneath Sia, and Sia, lay on top of her” Jack commands, the sight of their bodies pressed together causing osmaniye escort his cock to swell even more. Covered in Sia’s juices and leaking with precum, Jack shoves his thick cock deep into Lelah’s ass. Immediately she starts to shake, cumming hard feeling her hole stretched out, “you already came? You little slut..” he pulls out shoving his cock down Sia’s throat before going back to Lelah’s asshole, her moans filling the room as she feels the heat of his cock inside her. “Shut her up Sia.” He says, now her turn to strangle Lelah, Sia pushes her ass down, burying Lelah’s face in her pussy. Unrelenting, he fucks her hard, swapping between her ass, pussy, and Sia’s mouth. As he feels Lelah start to tighten and shudder, “Sia I want you to squeeze her tits and pull her nipples” Jack demands, going deep inside Lelah’s ass feeling it contract around him as she cums over and over, her long tongue pressing against Sia’s g-spot, causing Sia to moan loudly. Noticing this Jack grabs her by the throat and bites her nipple, waves of pleasure run through her body, she squirts over Lelah, soaking her body with her juices.

He picks Sia up, laying her doggystyle on top of Lelah, giving him a wonderful choice of holes to use. He shoves his cock into Sia’s ass, working his way top to bottom, fucking both of their holes without mercy, grabbing Sia’s ears as handles she tightens around his cock, the pleasure starts to build too much for Jack as his cock swells and twitches inside Sia, he grunts, “I’m gonna cum.. Guh.. Fuck..!” Jack thrusts his cock into Sia, cumming inside her, the head of his cock pulsing against her cervix pumping streams of hot cum into her. Leaning back, admiring the sight of the two girls on top of each other, breasts pressed together, cum leaking out of Sia’s pussy onto Lelah’s, Jack takes a deep breath, standing up, looking down at them he smiles to himself, “That was great fun, so fun I think I’m gonna keep you two around for longer..” sitting back down he puts his cock in lelahs mouth, she cleans his softening shaft, sucking the last of his cum out. “You two are gonna be my slaves from now on, you will do everything I say when I ask, you are now to be my property.” He commands, under the effect of the drug they agree, unwittingly signing away their lives.

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