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Chapter Nine

“… vincit omnia veritas.” Ellerie had to pause to catch her breath after finishing the recitation. The lore spell was the longest spell she’d ever attempted to cast. She’d memorized it during the journey to Aencyr, but learning a spell involved more than just saying the words. The wizard had to understand how each word fit with the others, manipulating arcane magic in a precise and controlled manner.

And this time it worked. She felt it take hold in her mind, alongside the new shaping spells and all the other spells she’d learned in her life.

Now to see if it worked. The little table in her room held the few remaining objects they still had no information about. Hildra had recognized the enchantment on one of the rings–it could cast a barrier shield spell similar to Corec’s. She’d also been able to activate the lamp, which turned out to provide enough warmth to heat a large house. Another item, a stiletto, was enchanted to pierce through armor as if it wasn’t there.

That left the golden circlet, the spectacles, the silver cuff bracelets, and two other rings. Ellerie’s hand hovered over them as she tried to decide, finally settling on one of the rings–platinum, with tiny chips of sapphires inset into the surface.

She reached for it, then paused, glancing at the spellmail draped over the back of the lone chair in the room. She’d promised Boktar she’d try it out the next time she cast a spell, and now was as good a time as any. Quickly shedding her outer tunic, she slipped the mail on over her undershirt, then put her tunic back on. The spellmail was no thicker than the fabric of the tunic, and didn’t feel any different than wearing an extra layer of clothing.

Ellerie’s sword belt hung from a hook near the door. She drew her rapier and attempted a series of practice exercises, keeping them simple since her room at the inn didn’t offer much space to maneuver. She ended with a lunge, her sword arm extended out, the tip of the blade aimed at the approximate height of where a human assailant’s heart would be.

It seemed Hildra had been right–the light mail shirt didn’t constrict her movement. But would it truly allow her to cast spells?

Ellerie grabbed the ring and cupped it in her palm. Taking a deep breath, she whispered the words to the lore spell.

Just as she finished, a half-forgotten memory flashed through her mind. She was sitting in a small boat on a lake. She placed the ring on her finger and then… and then what? The memory vanished, and Ellerie blinked. When had that taken place? For the memory to be that hazy, she had to have been very young, perhaps only twenty or thirty, and yet her hand had been full grown. And how could she remember the ring from her childhood when it had been locked away in Tir Yadar until a few months earlier?

Another memory came to mind, this one more clear. She was swimming underwater–warm, crystal-clear blue water. It was an ocean, but unlike anything off the coast of Terevas. She swam through the middle of a school of brightly colored blue and orange fish. They scattered, then reformed behind her. She dove deeper until she could see a copper coin resting on the sandy surface below. As she retrieved the coin, the ring glinted on her finger. The memory faded.

The second memory was more disturbing than the first. Ellerie wasn’t that talented of a swimmer, and she’d never in her life swam in any ocean, much less one like that looked like that. Then, realization dawned. The memories had to be part of the lore spell.

Were they the thoughts of those who’d worn the ring in the past? Something like the visions Shavala had described seeing when she’d first held the staff? The hands and arms had looked like Ellerie’s own, but that could have simply been a remnant of how the lore spell handled the memories.

If it was a memory, had the bearer been seaborn? In the memory, Ellerie had been underwater for minutes without surfacing for air. But didn’t seaborn actually breathe underwater? She hadn’t taken a single breath while she’d been submerged.

Before she had time to fully process what she’d seen, a third memory came, hazy and indistinct like the first. She was underwater again, but this time, it was cold and murky. She was directing the movements of a stone statue in roughly the shape of a man, similar to the statue they’d found within the ruins. The tunneling golem–as Ariadne referred to the creatures–stepped up to a submerged boulder and swiped its hands through the rock, as if it was insubstantial. It came away with a smaller mass of stone in its hands, which it formed into a rough oblong shape as it plodded toward a huge dark shadow in the distance.

It took Ellerie a while to recall what she’d been doing that day, but finally it came to her. She was building a breakwater. With the golem’s help, she’d moved rocks and outcroppings away from the harbor entrance, then used the leftover stone to construct a wall intended to stop heavy waves from washing into batman escort port.

It was a tantalizing glimpse into events of the past, but that brief vision was all she was given. There was no memory of her life before or after that moment. Once again, though, she had remained below water without breathing. It could only be the ring. If the lore spell was giving her the memories that were most closely connected to the target of the spell, then the ring must allow the bearer to remain underwater without breathing. Ellerie wanted to test it out before telling anyone, though. She didn’t want to announce she’d figured out the secret only to learn she’d simply been seeing seaborn memories after all.

Then there was a fourth memory. She was in her room at the inn in Aencyr, collapsing in a wave of dizziness. She realized it wasn’t a memory just as she hit the floor.

#

Leena flipped through the pages in a book of adventure stories she’d borrowed from her cousin the last time she’d visited home. There wasn’t much else for her to do in Aencyr. She hadn’t needed to Travel for supplies since the group had left the barrens, and there was no need for her to cook when they were staying at an inn.

She considered returning home for a longer visit, but sometime within the next few days, Marco would want her to Travel to Tyrsall with a summary of the expedition’s findings. He’d asked her to help him keep the investors informed about the terms of the agreement he was negotiating with Ellerie.

After that, presumably, the group would get back on the road, returning to Nysa to find a ship headed back to Tyrsall.

Did Leena really need to stay for that leg of the journey? Once the negotiations were complete, they wouldn’t need her to Travel anymore, and it wasn’t as if they couldn’t afford to hire a better trail cook than her.

She’d agreed to accompany Corec and his friends to the free lands, but that was still months away. It would be nice to spend that time at home, but Corec was right–any extended stay would put her family in danger. Still, if she wanted to avoid the slow, tedious ride back to Nysa, she could Travel anywhere else in the world instead. She just had to decide where to go. Maybe Rohav would have a suggestion.

Next door, the sound of Ellerie’s faint muttering had finally come to an end. The elven woman had been practicing a spell all day, and the thin walls didn’t block much sound.

The noise should have been annoying, but in a way it was comforting. Other than Razai, Ellerie was really the only person on the expedition that Leena could truly say she’d become friends with. It wasn’t that the others were unfriendly, but there simply hadn’t been any connection with them. It had taken her a while to realize why. After learning of her parents’ deaths, she’d tried to avoid getting to know anyone new. She’d refrained from discussing her personal life, limiting topics of conversation to just those necessary to do her job. Razai had gotten around Leena’s reticence by sharing a room with her much of the time, and by asking blunt questions that demanded answers. As for Ellerie, Leena still wasn’t entirely sure how that friendship had come about.

Her initial anger at the other woman had faded, leaving her more confused than anything. Ellerie seemed truly hurt by Leena’s continued reluctance to talk, but Leena still couldn’t figure out why the woman had bothered leading her on in the first place.

A quiet thump came from Ellerie’s room, and then a louder crash, as if something heavy had fallen. No other sounds followed–no startled exclamations, no quiet muttering, no movement as the elven woman picked up whatever she’d dropped.

Leena stared at the wall, waiting for the silence to end. The quiet was unnerving. When nothing changed, she went into the hall and knocked on Ellerie’s door. There was no answer but she opened it anyway. The elven woman was sprawled out on the floor near the bed.

Leena rushed over to check on her. She was still breathing but unconscious. “Ellerie!” she said, shaking the other woman’s shoulder. Why had she collapsed?

Ellerie’s eyes opened slowly. “Leena?” she asked, blinking rapidly as she tried to focus. “What happened?”

“I heard you fall, and then found you like this.”

“Oh. It must have been the spell. How long has it been?”

“Only a moment. I should go find Treya. I think she went to the temple of Allosur today, to help with healing.”

“No, I’ll be fine,” Ellerie said. “Help me up.”

Leena stood and helped Ellerie to her feet. The elven woman sat down on the bed, pressing her palms down against the mattress to steady herself.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Leena asked. “Was it drain shock?”

“It doesn’t feel like drain shock. I’ve just been so tired lately, planning with Marco, practicing the shaping spells, trying to master the lore spell. I finally learned it, and I used it, but I should have yalova escort gotten some sleep first. It was a lot to take in.”

“It worked?”

“I think so,” Ellerie said. “I need to try something first to make sure, but that’ll have to wait. Thank you for coming for me.”

Leena suddenly felt uncomfortable. “Of course,” she said. “I should go.”

“Wait, Leena, please–tell me what I did wrong. Why won’t you speak to me anymore?”

Leena stopped near the door. She wanted to leave, but she couldn’t dodge the question forever. Not if they were both staying with the group after the expedition was over. “I know who you are,” she said. She couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her voice as she added, “Your Exalted Highness.”

The elven woman winced. “Who told you? Katrin?”

“Renny Senshall.”

Ellerie’s head jerked back in surprise. “Renny Senshall knows? How? Never mind–that doesn’t matter. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You didn’t try!” Leena hadn’t intended to say that, but it came out before she could stop it.

“Because I don’t like thinking about it. If I don’t think about it, I can pretend it isn’t true. Everything’s better when I can just be me.”

“You could have said something.”

“Like what? Hello, my name is Ellerie, and my mother is the queen of Terevas, but I ran away from all my responsibilities because I couldn’t bear to stay there any longer?”

“You ran away?”

“I had to.”

Leena sat next to her. “Why?” she asked.

Ellerie was quiet for a moment. “There were a lot of reasons to go,” she said slowly. “Good reasons. But the biggest is that the queen must produce an heir. In Terevas, the rights of succession are… complicated. The throne doesn’t automatically pass down from parent to child, but that relationship is the most important factor in the decision. If I take the throne and die childless, it’s unlikely my sister would inherit, nor any child she might have. The di’Valla dynasty would come to an end, and it would be my fault. But if I remove myself from the line, my sister is still my mother’s daughter. She’ll almost certainly be the next queen, and will do a better job than I would have. And I can’t do it, Leena. I won’t lay with a man.”

Leena wrapped her arms around the elven woman. “I didn’t know.”

“Nobody knows. Well, my family does–it’s the reason why my mother wasn’t more forceful about dragging me back–but I’ve never even told Boktar all of it.”

“You don’t want children, then?”

“I’ve never considered it. I don’t want to do what it takes to have children.”

“I’d like to have a child someday,” Leena admitted. “Pavan suggested a marriage alliance.”

“That Traveler?” Ellerie asked. “You’re going to marry him?” There was no mistaking the disappointment in her voice.

“I have no feelings for Pavan–I only met him the one time. In Sanvar, marriages are sometimes arranged for convenience. Among the Zidari, that often means alliances to strengthen our bloodlines and our magic. He’s made the offer, and now it’s up to me to decide on the details. Could you accept a child under those terms?”

Ellerie’s eyes widened. “You mean if you and I… you still want to be together?”

Leena kissed her lightly. “If you want to. But can you be with me? Would it be allowed?”

“I don’t plan to return to Terevas except to visit. I can make my own decisions.” Despite Ellerie’s words, she sounded uncertain. “You don’t mind knowing who I am?”

“I’d thought I already knew who you were. When I found out the truth, I was worried that you’d just been toying with me. I didn’t know if the person I knew was actually real.”

“I’m still me,” Ellerie said. “That other stuff is just… details. But I never meant to hurt you. I’m so sorry. How would it work, though? With Pavan, I mean?”

“If he accepts my terms, I won’t have to live with him. He and I are both Travelers–we can go wherever we want. But that’s for the future. I’m not going to talk to him about it until we’ve dealt with the snake cult. And with Prince Rusol–Corec wants to help me with my problem; I should help him with his.” And doing so would give her an excuse to spend that time with Ellerie.

“What if Pavan doesn’t accept your terms?”

“Then I won’t agree to the marriage. There’s nothing that says I have to.”

“So we can do this?” Ellerie asked. “When you stopped talking to me, I thought I’d messed things up. I was worried that…” She trailed off.

Leena kissed her again.

Their relationship had always been an odd one, shying away from actually acknowledging it, and instead just hinting at what might happen in the future. In a way, it had been a fun, secret game between the two of them–how much could they flirt without ever admitting what they truly wanted? It was almost a shame to end the game, but it was the only way to move things forward, and they’d never know whether they could truly fit together if they didn’t move forward.

#

Hildra ordu escort was at her desk, writing, but glanced up when Corec came in, the maul braced against his shoulder. “You brought it,” she said with a smile. “Good. That one showed up in my mind as strongly as your sword did while you were making your way to the city.”

“Ellerie said you two weren’t meeting today?” Corec asked. The two women had spent the past three days experimenting with the shaping spells.

“We’re waiting for some stone samples to be delivered, to make sure the formulas for stone shaping work. But that gave me time to look at that armor this morning.” Hildra led him to a stand that held the brownish gray plate armor Ariadne claimed had belonged to King Argyros. “The problem is more basic than I thought. Whoever created it was in a rush. The reason the binding spell didn’t end when the bearer died was simply because the enchanter didn’t bother to include the trigger to do so. The armor was never intended to be passed along to someone else. It was made for one person, and one person only.”

“Can you do anything about it?” Corec asked.

Hildra rapped her knuckles on the metal breastplate, her gift allowing her to touch it safely. “You could sell it to a collector the way it is now. Not for as much as it’s worth, but still for a tidy sum. Or I can reset the binding spell, but to do that, I’m going to need some time.”

“It seems wrong to sell something that belonged to the king of Tir Yadar,” he said. He’d come to the same conclusion about the maul. “I think Ellerie would agree that we should hold onto it for safekeeping, or give it to Ariadne. How much time would you need for the binding spell?”

“Believe it or not, I do have other things to do besides helping you and your friends. It’ll take me maybe a week of constant concentration. That’s going to cost you, and I won’t have that much time available in the next few months.”

“We can’t wait here that long.”

Hildra smirked. “It’s not a difficult task to find space for it on a cargo vessel heading to Tyrsall. As long as it’s in a crate, it won’t burn anyone–nor will it bond a new bearer. Of course, you’d have to pay for the transport costs too.”

“You mean you want us to leave it here?” Corec asked. “I’d have to ask Ellerie and Marco. That’s really their decision.”

“I had another thought, too,” Hildra said. “If you want, I could remove the burning enchantment completely, so whoever’s wearing the armor doesn’t accidentally kill anyone they happen to run into.”

“You can do that? Change an enchantment?”

“In this case, yes. It’s sloppy work, or rushed, like I said. The spell isn’t layered in as deeply as it should be.”

“If you can do that, then you don’t need to work on the binding spell, do you? The problem is that it burns anyone it’s not bonded to.”

Hildra shrugged. “Removing the burning enchantment might allow someone to wear the armor, but the other enchantments–the ones I haven’t figured out yet–probably won’t work if the armor isn’t bonded. Just because someone can touch it doesn’t necessarily mean they can use it.”

Corec nodded. “Can you add an enchantment? Not to the armor, but to the weapons. I’ve been trying to figure out how to use the sword and the maul in a fight. They’re too large and heavy to carry them both around at the same time, but then I remembered what you did with your own sword.”

Hildra grinned and held out her hand. A curved backsword flew off its mount on the wall toward her, the hilt thumping into her palm. “It’s handy, but no. Removing a sloppy enchantment is one thing. Layering a new spell into an existing enchantment is something else entirely. It’s almost never worth the effort. But that’s not the only way to do what you want.”

“It isn’t?”

“How familiar are you with other types of binding spells?”

“Not very familiar. I bought a book on them once.”

“Then I’ve got another spell for you to learn.”

#

The lore spell took a lot out of Ellerie. In the days after learning it, she spent half her time recovering from each attempt at casting it and the other half working with Hildra to perfect the stone-shaping formulas. On the fourth day, she brought the items back to the warden’s manor house.

She showed Hildra the platinum and sapphire ring first. “This one lets you stay underwater without breathing. I tested it in a bathtub to make sure.” She then picked up the other ring–a simple bronze band. “This one allows you to stay comfortable in hot or cold weather.”

“No wonder I didn’t recognize the enchantments,” Hildra said. “I’ve never heard of those two before. I might be able to find buyers, but they’re a bit outside my normal area.”

“Marco wants to try selling them himself, once we return to Tyrsall. He has a few people in mind.”

Hildra nodded. “He may find it harder than he thinks. I’ve spent decades building up my contacts. Aim for a hundred gold each if you can, but it won’t be as easy to find a buyer for these two as for the barrier shield ring. You might have to go down to seventy or eighty.”

“Corec convinced Katrin to take the shield ring, since she doesn’t wear armor. For these two, if Marco can’t get a good price, can Leena bring them back to you to try to sell?”

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Chapter Two

Akira slowly came awake. She was cocooned in warmth. The comfortable weight pressing all around her gave her comfort… Only…

“You’re awake,” a heavy, feminine voice said softly. Akira froze, not even betraying a quiver. The comfortable weight around her squeezed softly, before woman-handling her around to face the creature that had her ensnared. Akira shyly glanced up into a pair of brown orbs, that stared right back.

“Hello,” she said weakly.

Bellinda smiled, a big friendly smile. “Hi. Are you feeling better now?”

“Mhm,” Akira nodded meekly.

Bellinda pulled her close for a few heartbeats and Akira closed her eyes. It wasn’t that she felt oppressed. Literally the opposite. She’d never felt like this before. Boys had paid little interest to her. Girls her age wanted to party and flirt. Akira just wanted to feel normal, but was too shy to ever leave the house. With the exception of Thomas of course. He’d been her best friend since he moved into the area. She was the first one he ever came out to and she’d held that secret until he came out to his parents, before introducing them to his first boyfriend. Over the years and several tearful breakups, they’d both decided to just stick it out together. And now, after all this time thinking she’d be alone. Here she was, snuggled in the arms of an ebony goddess.

Without thinking, Akira wriggled one arm under the larger woman’s side and snuggled in closer. Just enjoying the comfort, without any real knowledge of why her chest beat quite so hard. With her face pressed between two enormous, but proportional breasts, she didn’t see Bellinda’s smile. But she felt as the amazonian woman began to stroke her hair. She’d never been… touched, before. Not like this. Not since her Papa died at least. He did the best hugs, while Akira’s mother was rather withdrawn. So Akira snuggled in, and made the best of it.

“Hey! Ahh…” Ceejay paused, seeing the two women curled up on the dusty old couch.

“What’s up?” Bellinda asked, rolling her eyes.

“There’s some old angry dude here threatening to call the cops.”

Akira froze, before pulling away from Bellinda. Quickly standing, she ignored the blush on her face while she dashed out of the small side office they were in. Heading right through the workshop, she could hear the voice clear as day.

“I know you’re not supposed to be in there! Get out before I call the police!”

Akira couldn’t be certain, but it sounded familiar. And as she rounded the side of Henry, she laid eyes on their angry guest. He was busy scolding Mel who was carefully climbing down off the tank without damaging any of the wreaths. Even in his anger, the old man was polite enough to offer her a hand. But it was as his eyes swept over the room, they landed on Akira.

“Hello Paul,” Akira said softly.

“Akira,” the old man took his hat off his head. “I-I’m sorry. We had alarms installed in case anyone broke in. After all these years, I never thought you’d be the one to open the shed.”

Akira strode up to her Papa’s old friend. He was mostly like she remembered, only older. More refined. He looked like he was taking care of himself. He glanced around at the three ladies with Akira and swallowed self consciously. It had been a long time since he’d been around attractive young women. Retirement had been good to him, but he hadn’t had anyone to share it with.

“So, who’s your friends?” He asked.

“Mel,” the skinny blonde offered her hand to shake.

“I’m Ceejay!” the red-head darted in for a hug.

“Bellinda,” the tall beauty patted Akira’s shoulder as she passed to greet the old man.

Paul looked at each of them, “Well, sorry about the entrance. I’m Paul, an old friend. What brought on the decision to open up the shed after all this time?”

“Umm, we were… Kinda hoping…”

“We wanted to enter the Rolling Thunder Tournament,” Mel said quickly, offering Akira a quick smile.

“An all girls crew!” Ceejay cheered loudly.

“Our original gunner was the one who set us up with a tank. But that fell through last minute, and we just happened to bump into the lovely Akira here,” Bellinda smiled at the small woman.

Paul just looked over each of them, before nodding once. “Fair enough. You ladies know what you’re doing?”

Ceejay deflated slightly, “Not in a T-34. We trained in an Italian Fiat-Ansaldo m15/42.”

Paul cocked his eyebrow, “And your old friend just dropped the whole idea?”

“It was her brothers,” Ceejay groaned. “Apparently she didn’t ask if we could use it until izmir escort the day and he said no. All that training for nothing.”

Paul shook his head, “Training is never for nothing. The skills you learned driving that tank will transfer to this one, don’t you worry.”

“We never actually drove the tank,” Mel said softly.

Paul sighed. “Look, I’ve got a few hours. Do you want some pointers to get old Henry here into action?”

Three of the ladies beamed brightly. The fourth, froze in apprehension at the idea of being in that cramped turret with Bellinda.

“Okay,” she said softly.

***

“Alright, ease her out!” Paul called through the intercom.

He was sitting on the top of the tank while the crew were all in position. If not for Akira’s small stature, there wouldn’t be enough room for the two of them inside the turret. Comfort was a distant second to the demands of WW2. But it did leave her rather close to the large woman pressed in beside her.

“You okay?” Bellina asked.

Akira nodded slightly, touching the controls for the turret to steady herself as the tank lumbered forward. She knew the last hands to touch them were her Papa’s. And she had mixed feelings about touching them now. The original electronic system was replaced with a more modern one. The original T-34’s had issues with broken teeth, noise, and even sparks. This new system worked perfectly and was designed to move at the same pace as the original.

“Alright, Ceejay, on the roof above you, there’s a switch with a speaker next to it. I want you to flick it.”

Ceejay glanced up, seeing the switch immediately and did as she was told. The moment she did so, the tank rumbled like the engine came to life. It was purely artificial, but as the old tank rumbled onto the lawn, you’d be hard pressed to tell it was fake.

“Get up to walking speed and make some slow turns. Don’t go throwing me off!”

The tank lumbered out into the yard. For any observer, it looked and sounded just like a real T-34. And with Ceejay at the controls, it drove like one too. Smooth wide turns left barely any marks in the grass. And it gave Paul a grin, that maybe these girls knew what they were doing.

“Pull to a stop, let me off, then do some faster laps of the yard.”

Ceejay called out her agreement, before pulling back on the brakes and slowing the tank to a comfortable stop. Paul handed the intercom back to Bellinda, who wrapped it back around her head. Then, as he climbed down, Bellinda reached up and closed the hatch, sealing them all inside. As the turret went dark the internal lighting switched on, giving the inside a faint glow. Akira ignored Bellinda staring at her and pretended to check over the systems via the small panel. Obviously, there was nothing wrong, but she had no idea what to say to the dark skinned woman who made her feel things that confused her more than any single person had ever before GASP BREATHE CALM!

“You okay?”

Akira almost flinched, before nodding slowly.

“I-“

“Ready ladies?!” Ceejay called over the intercom.

Akira blanched realising they could hear everything said between them. But with Bellinda and Mel giving their consent, she felt Bellinda’s eyes on her again.

“Let’s go Ceejay,” Akira said softly.

Paul walked straight into the shed, before grabbing out a chair and setting it on the lawn. He shifted his hat to better cover his eyes from the sun, while he watched the still stationery tank. What he wasn’t expecting, was for it to suddenly start throttling up. The throttling up itself was just the sound it made through the sound system mounted underneath, but it did mean that Ceejay was about to do something dangerous.

“Oh no,” the old man gasped.

Before he could get out of his chair, the tracks of the tank lurched into movement. The harsh metal bit down into the earth and the tank reared up from the torque of the motor. Paul watched in horror as it launched across the yard. It went straight for a few meters, before sliding from side to side, like Ceejay was having trouble keeping it steady. She was heading right for the trees at the rear of the property. Paul, with all the speed of an old man, sprinted for his jeep.

Ceejay was cackling madly…

“This things great!” She squealed through the intercom.

Akira could see the status on the panel, they were at the top speed at 53km/h. No huge sprinter, but for the era and the fact Henry weighed in at twenty-eight and a half tonnes. But in a flash, everything went sideways. Akira, terrified at the sudden change in momentum, threw her arms out. The harness she wore kept her in her seat and safe, but her hand suddenly met something warm. The warm thing quickly enveloped her hand and Akira turned her head to see Bellinda holding her hand. In the low internal light, Akira hoped Bellinda couldn’t see her blush.

“And spin!” Ceejay called.

In a gut wrenching maneuver, Ceejay threw Henry sideways and then kahramanmaraş escort into a one-eighty, so they were facing back the opposite direction. Slamming the controls forward, Henry lurched into action again, racing back towards the house at the front of the yard. This time Ceejay kept the tank moving in a slow winding fashion, before using the width of the yard to turn around and come to a stop. Directly in front of the tank, was Paul’s jeep. Akira listened as Ceejay popped the driver’s hatch and pushed it open.

“Hey Paul! Henry’s a lot faster than I thought he’d be!”

Paul just got out of his jeep and gaped for a moment, “y’mean that crazy driving was intentional?”

“Yup!” Ceejay beamed.

The old man just shook his head, “Girly, if you can drive like that, and Akira can shoot half as good as her Papa used to, you’re gonna make it interesting for some folks.”

***

After a few pointers from Paul and a few more laps in Henry. The ladies packed up the shed. After promising to meet them in the morning to sign up for the tournament, the three left. Though Bellinda did leave a little slower than the others. Then, with nothing else, Akira made her way inside and started preparing a meal for Paul and her mother.

“Akira, who owns that Jeep out front?” She called, coming in the front door. “Looks almost like Paul’s old one.”

“Hello Sato,” Paul said from the living room.

Akira’s mother froze, hearing his voice, before turning and giving the old man a hard look. “Paul, what are you doing here?”

“Akira’s made some friends.”

Sato frowned, before heading into the kitchen. “Akira, you know I don’t like you bringing around guests!”

“Mama, it was only the shed, I didn’t bring them in the house.”

“THE SHED!” Sato yelled, whirling around to Paul.

“I didn’t take her in there. It was her idea Sato.”

Akira shrunk her shoulders in as she stirred the pot of pasta. It was simply spaghetti with bolognese sauce. It was something her Papa had taught her to make. The sauce was already simmering and she was just about ready to take the pasta off the heat.

“Akira, what’s going on?” Sato asked.

“I met some friends,” Akira said softly.

“Akira, speak up. I can’t stand when you mumble.”

Akira swallowed and tried to keep her nerves under control. Her mother was a firm woman. But that firmness rubbed her wrong and she always struggled to speak with her mother. But she took a deep breath and smiled up at her mother. “I made some friends today. We’re joining the Rolling Thunder Tournament in the morning.”

Turning her attention back to the stove, she didn’t see her mothers face turning red.

“Akira, you will tell your friends, they can find somebody else!”

Akira froze, “But… Mama-“

“NO!” Sato snapped, “It’s time you learned to behave like a lady! To find a good husband!”

“I don’t want a husband!” Akira snapped.

“What? You’re going to marry a woman instead? You would bring that shame upon me?”

Akira froze… She glanced up at Paul and saw the expression on his face. Without another word, she turned off the stove and marched out of the kitchen. She ignored her mothers calls and headed straight out of the house and towards the shed. Without stopping, Akira pulled the key from around her neck, but instead of going to the large front doors, she went to the side. Pushing the key into the lock, she felt the click as it opened.

“AKIRA!” Her mother shrieked, coming across the lawn.

Akira didn’t look back as she stepped inside. Closing the door behind her, she flicked the lock as the automatic lights came on inside. Taking out her phone, Akira checked the time as a drop of water hit the screen. After looking up, she felt as the second tear rolled across her cheek.

“Akira, open this door!” Sato called.

Akira moved away and headed for the couch where she’d slept earlier in Bellinda’s arms. Laying down, she inhaled the faint traces of the larger woman’s scent. As her lip quivered and the tears started, Akira unlocked her phone and scrolled down to Bellinda’s name.

***

“Akira honey?!” Bellinda knocked on the side door.

She waited a few moments before reaching to knock again. But before she could, there was a small click from the lock and the door swung open. What she saw, shocked her. Not in the traditional sense, but in the sense that this was more than it appeared to be in every way. Akira stood there, dressed as she was earlier in a grey, long sleeve shirt and a knee length skirt. Her dark hair framed her puffy red face.

“I didn’t know who to call,” Akira said softly.

Bellinda just stepped in through the shed and took the small woman in her arms. “Shhh,” she held her. “It’s okay now.”

They cuddled for a few minutes, before Akira started feeling better. And by better, that meant she was suddenly aware that she was in the arms of a woman she barely knew. Pulling out of the embrace, she manavgat escort looked up at the woman that made her question herself.

“So what happened?” Bellinda asked gently, saving Akira from trying to start on her own.

Akira sighed, before heading for the couch. Bellinda closed the door behind her and followed the small intriguing woman.

“Mama doesn’t want me to sign up,” Akira said, sitting on the couch.

Bellinda stopped, “What are you going to do?”

Akira shrugged, “I don’t know. She was really mad when I told her.”

“AND I’M STILL MAD!” Sato yelled, storming in.

“You!” Sato pointed at Bellinda. “Get off my property this instant! I have to speak with my ungrateful child.”

“Mama!” Akira gasped.

“No!” Sato snapped back. “This has gone on long enough. Tell your… Friend, to leave,” Sato sneered at the tall, dark woman.

Akira looked over at Bellinda, who was half stepping back. And Akira immediately knew she didn’t want Bellinda to leave. “No.”

Sato paused, “No? What do you mean no?”

“Mama, as per Papa’s will, the shed, it’s contents and the land it sits on is legally mine. Bellinda is more than welcome to stay on my property as long as she wants.”

Sato stood for a moment, “Fine. You can stay out here then.”

Turning on the spot, Sato stormed out, slamming the door behind her as she went. Akira dropped to her knees, before clutching her face as angry tears rolled down her face. Almost immediately, she squeaked in fright as she was swept off her feet into a bridal carry. Terrified of the sudden shift in perspective, Akira clutched to Bellinda’s front as she carried the small woman towards the door. With Akira gripping her so tightly, Bellinda was able to release one arm and get the door open. She checked that Akira was wearing the necklace with the key, before flicking the lock. Stepping sideways out of the door. Bellinda pulled the door closed behind her. Still with Akira in her arms, she carried the small woman down the side of the house. A shadow moved in front of one of the lit windows, but when Bellinda glanced up, she saw the blinds pulled closed. Shaking her head, Bellinda made it to her car. Crouching, she held Akira on her lap while she fished out her keys and hit the unlock button. The lights on the car flashed orange and the locks clicked, allowing Bellinda to open the passenger door.

***

Akira was warm. So very warm. The bed seemed a little firmer than usual, but it was comfortable in a way she couldn’t understand. That was until she squeezed the soft lump in her right hand, and felt something firm up under her fingers. Immediately coming awake, Akira let out a small squeak, before tumbling out of bed with a thump.

“Wha-Akira?” Bellina snapped awake. “Honey, are you okay?”

Akira sat on the floor in an oversized shirt, rubbing the back of her head where she’d hit it. But as she looked up, she froze at the sight before her. Bellinda was topless. Her large breasts caught Akira’s eyes and she blushed before looking away.

“Akira?” Bellinda asked again.

Akira raised her eyes to look at the goddess before her again. “Good morning,” she said softly.

“It’s still a little early,” Bellinda smiled, before raising the blanket in invitation.

Before Akira could think, she was already standing. Before she could come up with a reasonable excuse to remain at arms length, she was under the cover. Before she could lay with her back towards the ebony goddess, her face was pressed into the worlds loveliest breasts. Her skin was dark, smooth and perfectly soft.

Bellinda just held the small woman in her arms and reflected on how she felt. She’d been with girls before, but traditionally had chased after men. But something about this pint sized woman made her all gooey inside. Akira’s thoughts on the other hand were in turmoil. On one side of things, she treasured this intimate moment more than anything since her Papa had died. On the other hand, she had no idea what it even was.

“You’ve got an egg,” Bellinda said softly, stoking the small lump where Akira had hit on the floor.

Akira shuddered softly, but pressed herself firmer into the larger woman. They laid there, snuggled under the blankets for a time. Akira drifted in and out of sleep, waking for brief moments and slipping back to a comfortable snooze. Bellinda just smiled and held the small woman that made her feel things she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Akira?”

“Mmmm.”

“It’s time we got up. Want some breakfast?”

Akira moaned softly and pulled away from the warm place against Bellinda’s chest. Rolling to the end of the bed, Akira stood, only pausing to shake the large t-shirt down to cover her ass. Bellinda only barely hid her immediate reaction to growl, but watched as Akira shuffled out of the room. Getting up herself, Bellinda went to the bathroom and performed her morning rituals. After washing her hands and splashing a little water on her face, Bellinda threw on a top and made for the kitchen. Only… It was already occupied. Akira was whisking what looked like egg yolks in a bowl, while a frying pan warmed on the stove.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Akira froze and shrank in on herself. Bellinda saw it happen immediately and cursed herself, so she said the first thing that came to mind. “You’re a guest. You shouldn’t be cooking me breakfast.”

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The Fountain of Salmacis

Salmacis didn’t Listen to the taunts of her Naiad sisters to enjoy the Pursuits of Artemis: to take up the bow, to chase in The Hunt through the forests – fleet of foot, leaping over the fallen branches, stopping to take aim with controlled breath, falling prey with a toss of the javelin.Artemis had, in fact, until recently not even been aware of the Nymph until hearing the talk of the sisters and hearing the name “…Salmacis in her Fountain…”

The Virgin Goddess lowered her bow from her keen eye as the lucky stag hopped into the safe cover of foliage. “Now that you’ve all distracted me, please do tell who is this Salmacis?”

The doe-eyed, soft skinned sisters looked at the benefactress silently- each not wanting to be the first to speak. “You!” She said, pointing at one with the tip of her bow. The selected one-one who spoke most viciously of Salmacis said: “One of our sisters, Goddess of Goodness, who has not made herself known to our games but lazily rests in her Spring and cares only for matters of beauty, constantly combing her dark mane of hair and always gazing at her reflection in it’s calm waters.”

Artemis stood tall and strong bodied in her vest made of deer pelt- curves of her firm breast streaking out from the openings and her leather leggings with the crotch cut away exposing the dark patch between her legs and the opening widening around the rump exposing her firmed ass that trembled as she chased game or her sisters through the forest; she’d made her acolytes copy her dress as an act of devotion. “Ageless sisters with age-old hearts, I have tried to show you the way, to keep you to the path of the Virgin Goddess, the love of the sport, the hunt- the pursuits reserved for men. The purity that keeps you uncorrupted that men will try to take from you. This poor sister has lost her way and will be prey like the doe for any stag who catches her in her spring; I must off to her and save this poor girl.”

And with that the Goddess was off on the winds leaving the sisters to their own pursuits of pleasure. They retreated to the secret places, some in pairs some in groups whatever their whims and fancies provided. They’d spied on their wayward sister and saw the care she took of herself and they had their own simple rituals- they braided each other hair, laughed and giggled which more suited their appearance and belied their agelessness. Imparted from the Goddess was their repulsion with men: their rough skin, their hirsute bodies like beasts, but they delighted in each others softness, their trim bellies, forever budding breasts. Some left their attire on- delighting in the feel of second skin, laying over another inverted;

mouth finding every delicious aperture between the sheaths of leather, tongue darting in and out- gently, slickly sliding in when finding dry resistance; vest of their lover soft on their belly as they returned the delights, fingertips clutching at seams of leather with perfectly manicured nails. Others were happy to shed their votive wear: they’d start with each other lips, feeding hungrily moving on to soft necks trails of teeth marks leading to nipples sucked on karabük escort gently, languorously. They’d explore the newly exposed parts of their bodies- marveling at their Dimples of Venus and wondered if their matriarch had such things and how her firm body felt and tasted and wondered if she’d ever tasted such sapphic delights. Surely this doesn’t impune upon virginity they thought. Their hands crawling down to the coarse tufts of hair, fingers slipping into the clefts quickly wet with arousal. Finding the nut still hidden in the shell and pressing, prying it, drawing out deep breaths; the geography of the body rising and falling in expectation. Creeping around to full, firm buttocks and the mouth forever following the hands- lips kissing, sucking, tongues licking first then gently slipping in; head tossed back in ecstasy. So was their play when the Goddess was away…

Salmacis was content with lounging in her Sun-dappled spring, hanging her gauze dress in the nearby branches stirred by the gentle breath of the wind. With just the voice of the whispering leaves and the beautiful faces of nearby flowers watching her for her company.

“Why should I care about my sisters and their adventures in the forests with The Goddess- I much prefer washing and combing out my hair and laying it out on the greensward to dry. Softening and scenting my limbs with the aroma of flowers, painting my lips with the luscious blood of berries- yes I much prefer the pursuits of beauty, creating a crown of flowers for my head and consulting my waters which color best suits my soft complexion. Chloris has blessed us with such sweet gifts all the colours of Iris’ gorgeous rainbow dress within reach of my fingers: flowers coloured by the spray of spilled blood, sprouting from the tears of Love’s first loss. My eager fingers pluck the firm young cone from the nearby trees but stay away from the suspicious almond. Always watchful of what fruit I gather”

Many travelers passed by her spring but she was frightened by their ill-intentioned eyes and deceitful depths of their souls so she retreated while they offered a prayer to the Goddess of the spring slaked their thirst on her cools waters drawing reluctant moans from her lips: one hand shamefully covering her mouth the other her gushing sex, before going on their way, she’d dream of a lover she’d fall in love with her equal in beauty and taste each others sweet secrets and explore the hidden places on their bodies only lovers know. Her hand would creep down from her blossoming nipples, fingers berry stained, to the patch of hair between her legs staining the hair red. Her eyes close, toes go taut and she exhales releasing the pent up passion.

“Oh when will I find love- I have so much passion for one to contain- I am a cup that overflows”

On the day the Goddess came to visit her wayward daughter she found the waters calm and empty- the nymph had taken her dress form where it hung on the branches covered her fair body and went out to collect flowers. A youth on his way to nearby Halicarnassus, stopped at the cool waters. The Goddess recognized him as osmaniye escort the progeny of the conceited Sister who cheated her from the Golden Apple offered in the contest of Paris; the progeny sired by the seed of their brother who finished as quickly as his reputation would suggest, so quickly that the torrent of his seed left a pearly sticky spot on her pristine thigh, a sigh of disappointment on her lips and months later her belly swollen. Kneeling over her waters, his reflection just had the first trimmings of manhood sprouting from the chin; the Nymph emerged from the forest, flowers cradled in the makeshift crib of her dress pulled up exposing her thighs. His lips drank her waters, she felt the waters gush from her thighs; she dropped the hem of her dress, the decapitated flowers tumbled to her bare feet and she gasped- he heard and turned around.

She was breathless. He smiled and immediately recognized her as one of divine origin and she him.

“Pardon me, Fair Nymph.” His speech further drew her breath from her. “I saw this beautiful spring and quenched my thirst on it, you must be the Divinity who calls it home, you are as shining as it is.” He was oblivious to the hunger and desperation that shone in the deep, dark pools of her eyes.

“It is I who am in the presence of divinity or if not and mortal you are, how blessed is your family, but blessed most of all is your wife who shares your bed- how lonely she must be right now!”

“No, Maiden, I leave no wife behind in my travels for I go among rough men to learn their ways.”

The fire in her thighs flared and surged through her body, she could contain herself no longer; she rushed over to him. “Since there be none, let me be so!

Unburden your loneliness and keep your bed and hearth warm!” She threw her arms around him and brought her lips close to his, futilely as he held her at bay. She struggled to free herself.

“I’m sorry to have intruded upon your sacred waters; let me leave you to your spring and your leisurely hours.”

He released her from her struggle and she reared back, eyes flashing, cheeks red with heat. “Enough, it is not my spring, I yield it to you, the stronger bodied and willed.” She stormed off with a quick glance backward before disappearing behind the undergrowth, seeking shelter of a strong bodied oak tree.

His heart raced, his body having grown hot with the struggle of love. Now he sought to cool off in the waters; he removed his travelers tunic and found he’d responded to the Nymph’s advances- his manhood was thick and hard, holding steady as he waded into the welcoming waters. Her eyes widened at the sight as she crouched, her soft hand pressing against the rough skin of the tree, she leaned forward slightly revealing her concealment as her waters doused his body, splashed on his fair cheek and matted the tangle of bush from where sprouted a the strong stalk. His body trim and toned from many travels, the fire flared up again and she flew from her hiding spot, threw off her dress, her feet trampling her forgotten flowers; her body shook with excitement, breasts high, marmaris escort as fleet of foot as her sisters bearing down on game as she rushed into the waters that in keeping with her passion roiled up around them helping to contain him.

“In the forest you are the Oak, I am the fig, you have quenched your thirst on my waters, now fill your hunger with my fig!” Finally she kissed him and was in ecstasy. “fight as you might, by tomorrow we shall be united as one and oh, what a heaven it will be!” As she called out to the heavens: “Oh Gods on high, whoever hears my pleas, I beg you unite us as one!” She pressed close to him, her thighs finding his- the cool of her waters couldn’t quench her fire.

Artemis watching from on high, clad in her vest and leather leggings, heard the cries and her jealousy over her Divine sister and contempt for this girl raged through her. The surging waters of the nymph pulled him from his feet and she followed, both disappearing below the surface. Salmacis moaned as she felt him slip into her, pain and pleasure in one surging though her body before going limp; He groaned as he slipped into her a jolt through his body. Her lips found his, they felt themselves melt into each other: two becoming one in a rebirth of ecstasy.

The Goddess snickered as the waters calmed before he popped up gasping- free from her- wiping the water from his eyes to see where she’d attack from next. He jerked around looking in every direction; his manhood bobbed- a compass needle indicating the direction of his attention- still hard after having pried into her tight maidenhead. But she was nowhere to be seen. Artemis feeling the sweet satisfaction of revenge and her wrath enacted departed on the wind as she had come.

Confused, he stepped from the spring and went to don his tunic- he stopped in disbelief! He felt the blood drain from his loins falling flaccid and useless: sprouting from his once firm chest were two budding breasts, he quickly looked between his leg and his manhood still hung there limply. He looked at his reflection and her recognized himself though slightly distorted: his long eyelashes fluttered in disbelief sending droplets of water back to their source, his eyes narrower, his nose smaller, his lips sensuous and full. In short, his features more delicate- femininely delicate. He began to cry, heaving and sobbing with the sorrow of a woman laying on the sward that bordered the pool until he could cry no more accepting his fate. Had some passerby ventured past and saw his figure supine, the slim hips, the delicate curve of buttocks, they’d have thought it was indeed a woman who wept.

Donning his tunic he looked down between his legs- “At least you’re still there, though if you weren’t at least I would look the whole of one sex rather than the halves of two! I will never know the touch of a woman nor enjoy the ribald company of men- I am forever and irrevocably alone.” Some errant sobs escaped his lips and his sorrow arose anew and now he called out to the skies: “Mother! Father! Both of you whose name I bear like a burden, curse this spring and let any men who bath in it emerge half man and half woman as I have!”

He fell to his knees exhausted and purged of the suffering and sorrow that weighed on him and he knew his invocation had been answered. As he left the spring, he looked back one last time and felt the sadness one feels when leaving a home they know they will never see again and he knew he was of two people- one sealed in a silent prison.

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Foreword First my thanks to LegMann for his editing. Second all there is no under age sex here. And Last sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy the latest installment of R.O.W.

*****

RISE OF THE WARLOCK

Deals

My sister sighed against my neck and I smiled briefly as I considered what to do. In the immediate future I knew I had to get my sister to her own bed. Then I would need to find a way to keep my family safe while I dealt with Lord Dick eater and the T.K.K.

The info I was given held a bit of background information on the Krew as well as a list of the leaders and where to find them. What I inferred was that Lord Avery didn’t care about the Krew so much as eliminating its leaders. Why I didn’t know. All I knew was that they in some way threatened his influence.

As for my family, I couldn’t simply lock them in this house, use magic to ward my land, and curse anyone who attempted to get on it until I could figure this shit out.

“Fuck,” I muttered. I slipped out of bed, but not before placing a small charm upon my sister to keep her sleeping. I checked the time on my phone – it was a little before five. Made sense. I rarely slept more than four hours. I dressed in a pair of sweats, put on a pair of socks then lifted up my sister to carry her to her own room.

Completing that task I checked the living room and as I thought, our clothes were still there. I picked them up, placed her clothes in her room, and mine in a hamper in the mud room.

I turned on the TV and watched Tom and Jerry as I began working out a rough plan. First, I needed to even the playing field with Avery. As I saw it at the moment, I was a pawn in his game. Not a good place to be – after all, pawns are meant to be used and sacrificed. Second, I did want to deal with the T.K.K. They did murder my mother after all, and they were into some seriously messed up shit.

Lastly, I needed power. The soul was a powerful thing, but you could only use so much energy before you did real damage to yourself. I also needed more resources. I considered and discarded plans one after another. All in all I was worrying myself to death.

Sighing, I sat down on the floor. Taking a classic meditative pose, I began to breath in and out, in and out. Part of learning to strengthen my body through the use of magic had me learning to meditate. There were various meditative techniques to achieve different results. Part of the eastern understanding of magic was not to amass a huge reserve of energy, but to purify the existing energy within to achieve greater results with less.

However, what I was doing now was just putting myself in a state of pure thought. This way all my problems would clarify themselves… at least that’s how it was supposed to work. Sadly all I achieved was the settling on something I already knew, and that was that I didn’t know enough.

So there was only one thing I could do: deal with the small problem first, and work my way up to the larger. By that I meant dealing with the T.K.K., and not in the way Lord Jerk Off wanted. I was going to perform a “Sam Axe” special and give the jerks half of what they wanted.

That Afternoon

I waved as the two cars drove down the driveway. My Aunt’s van led the way and Daphne followed behind. Daphne had taken quite a bit off time off work, and as for the others, there was the school year that they needed to finish up. It was only because of spring break that they had stayed as long as they did.

I pulled the burner cell I had been given from my pocket and called the only number programmed on it. The phone rang twice then it was answered. “I’ll do it,” I said, then hung up and popped the back off, pulled the battery, slipped out the SIM card, and tossed the pieces in the garbage can by the garage.

So for the next few weeks as school worked its way to finishing for the graduating classes, I went through, and re-went through, all the information contained on the USB flash drive.

I found the perfect target to begin with. His name was Jake Bosch. Bosch was a wannabe rapper who only got big due to his association with the T.K.K. From the few tracks of his music I found on YouTube he was a truly dreadful rapper. Under the name J Bomb, he had a short career as a performing artist that failed miserably. However, with the backing of the T.K.K. he started his own recording studio and opened up a few clubs.

The clubs and the studio were all a money laundering front. The T.K.K. gave him dirty cash and he cleaned it and returned it to the gang. That was the entirety of what I had on him. Bosch worked out of a club in downtown Grand Rapids called Paradise.

Surveillance

Paradise… shitty name… anyhow, Paradise was located on the edge of downtown GR. The building used to be an old furniture warehouse in the fifties. The building was two stories and built at the height of nuclear paranoia. Which is why it had a decent sized bomb shelter located underneath.

All tuzla escort of which was easily learned on the net. The first time I checked out the club was during the day on a Sunday. As I was hoping the place was deserted. I went through an alleyway leading to a loading dock in the back. A heavy steel door sat beside the closed dock. The lock on the door was easily negotiated and I walked into the building. It was dark, and while there had been no cameras outside I couldn’t be sure there wouldn’t be inside.

I had bet on the fact that Bosch was a criminal and wouldn’t want any video of his crimes laying around and it paid off. I walked through the dock and found the door to the club proper. I kept walking until I found a small office in the back. I had assumed it would be upstairs but I didn’t mind being wrong.

This door wasn’t locked. Inside was a large desk with a computer, and a couch pushed along one wall. Walking behind the desk I found a good size safe. I placed my hand against the cold metal and concentrated.

See, magic can affect just about everything and that includes different metals. I pulled out my pocket knife and dinged it off the surface of the safe. Concentrating on the feel of the vibrations I got a decent feel of the safe’s inner workings. It felt right, though to be absolutely truthful, I had no idea how to crack a safe. Well, that’s not quite right. I have seen many different heist films and seen every episode of Burn Notice and most of White Collar.

So anyhow, I turned the dial, feeling for the vibration. Sadly it all felt the same, and seeing how I didn’t want anybody knowing I’d broken in I gave up. Moving back to the desk I looked through it. Luckily, these locks were easily dealt with. However, there was nothing incriminating or even useful. Some receipts, a few magazines, and that was it.

The computer was the same as the safe, as in I didn’t know enough about hacking to break into it. So after trying a few combinations of his birthday, his arrest date, then the release date, and finally the day he first made a record I gave up. As a last ditch effort, I tried those dates on the safe and still bupkis.

I was annoyed and I didn’t want to give up but didn’t see any other option when something occurred to me. Moving under the desk I carved a quick symbol into it and then focused on it, placing a charm that would allow me to hear whatever was said in the room, or I at least hoped it would. I put everything back the way I found it and left.

Of course, I couldn’t monitor the room from Blackburrow, but every weekend I returned to the club. I used a glamour to change what I looked like. I couldn’t do anything too extreme as glamours were only skin deep after all. I could change my hair, skin, and eye color. I could even change the shape of my face. However, I could not change my height or body shape.

The first night I felt like Cinderella as with every movement or brief distraction I almost lost control of the glamour. So when I got back home I grabbed the book and did a little more research on glamours and realized the problem.

See, it turns out that glamours require a lot of energy and concentration to constantly maintain, so it was best to enchant a trinket of some kind to help with one or both parts. So I went about the task of enchanting my belt for the task.

See, any organic material was a decent medium for magic and silver could hold a fair bit of energy. I carefully carved runes into my belt, inside and out, and then placed a fair amount of energy into the buckle. I tested it in front of a mirror, my face and skin color changing with each passing thought.

I had fun with going green like the Hulk, turning as black as night, or as pale as a ghost. I even made myself look like a Sith from Star Wars. Laughing, I patted myself on the back, my fun interrupted only by the alarm on my phone telling me it was time to leave for school.

School was quickly coming to a close which is perhaps the best part of being a senior. I had already informed the principle that I wasn’t going to attend the graduation ceremony. He wasn’t surprised. Daph and I would occasionally “talk”… by that I mean she would call me, start to make small talk, then I would hang up. I didn’t do small talk.

It was the last weekend until school would officially end for the senior class and I was at the club. This time I’d entered through a pair of double doors into the club proper. Along both walls were booths, except half way down the left was a large bar. Along the back wall was a stage with plenty of room for a band, though at the moment their was just a DJ at a sound table or whatever those things were called.

The acoustics were terrible sadly. All that you could feel or even here was the bass, not the actual music, so mostly I just got a ringing headache every time I entered the place.

Bosch sat at a back booth in the corner near the rear pendik escort door to the back dock. Bosch was your typical “gangsta” wannabe: looked like Barney Fife and dressed like 50 Cent. Bosch was maybe 5’5″, had dark hair, brown eyes, and an overly large nose. He was also incredibly thin.

Paradise had a number of waitresses for serving the sitting customers, or just to act as eye candy. Half of what I picked up from his office was him trying to leverage sex from his employees. Sadly he succeeded more than I would have liked. If the women wouldn’t do what he wanted for their job he’d threaten them with the T.K.K. Basically, he told them that if they refused him, He would have them servicing every cock in the T.K.K.

It was almost two a.m now and I was about to take off when I saw someone I hadn’t seen an years.

Derek Washington walked in. He wasn’t much different than I remembered. Same self satisfied smirk, same walk. Hell, even his clothes looked the same. He had some tattoos on his arms though I couldn’t see them all that well from where I was standing. He walked over to Bosch and stood over him. I saw Bosch say something to him then they both got up and headed to the back.

I grinned to myself as I made my way to a private booth and sat down to listen.

I heard a door open and shut, then their voices.

“So what’s up?” Bosch asked.

Derek sighed. “The usual shit and something new. My brother told me to get the word out that we’re looking to recruit a wizard?” Derek said almost in disbelief, like he thought his brother had lost his mind.

“Wizards. Really? What the hell has your bro been smoking and can you get me some?” Bosch laughed.

“No idea so onto the usual business. Any problems with the money?”

“None. I’ve even managed to increase some of the return by lowering the overhead a bit by getting a new liquor supplier. I managed to get eighty cents on the dollar instead of the normal seventy,” Bosch informed Derek.

Derek then replied, “Meaning you’re getting ninety and giving me half of what you’re taking in, right?” he said, real friendly, but I could hear the threat in his voice.

And apparently so, too, could Bosch as he answered a little shakily, “Yeah man, of course. We’re homies, right?”

“Yeah, we’re homies, Jake,” he said condescendingly as he left.

Taking that as my own cue I left as well, a new idea forming in my head. One that would serve all my goals.

Rise

Dropping the bag on the motel bed I looked around the motel room. Dingy was perhaps the only way to describe the room. The “no tell” motel was just off the highway. It was the kind of place where most of the patrons paid in cash and stayed for an hour, maybe two. In other words the perfect place to lay low until I could find something better.

I dug through my pack pulling out some jewelry I’d made. They wouldn’t sell for too much, but then again I only needed a small stake to get me started. For the last month, in between monitoring the club and waiting out school, I had been taking care to shut up the house.

That afternoon I left the motel and visited a nearby pawn shop for a bit of haggling and a bullshit story about how the pieces had been in my family for generations. In the end I managed to get about five grand out of him. I would have been happy if I hadn’t spent nearly twice that on the materials over the years.

I headed back to the motel and napped for a few hours while trying not to think about the activities that the room had been used for.

“I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones” blared from my phone as it rang. “Y’ellow?”

“I knew if I called using my friend’s phone you’d answer, asshole,” my sister shouted into my ear. I had been trying my damndest to avoid this conversation though I should have known I couldn’t. My sister was damn stubborn when she wanted to be.

“Hi Daph,” I said, already cringing.

“Hi? HI?! That’s all you have to say to me after hanging up and screening my calls for who knows how long?!” I was holding the phone away from my ear as she screamed into the receiver.

I sighed slightly knowing that the decision I made would hurt her, but feeling it to be the right one said, “Well I had no interest in the weather and didn’t particularly care about what your friends and/or neighbors were doing.”

“Asshole, I… I was trying to connect with you.” She cried into the phone. Another sigh escaped my lips, my left hand clenched into a tight fist.

“Well stop. I mean it’s nice you want to be closer and all, but I really don’t care about what your friends and neighbors are doing, much less what their friends and neighbors are doing.”

“Dammit Bart, if you’d talk to me then I wouldn’t need to fill the conversation. It’s like you’re pushing me from your life and, and I don’t want to be pushed away, ok?”

“Daph, I know you care, you all do. However, I like being alone. I prefer maltepe escort being alone. Us sleeping together does not change that. So thanks, but no thanks. In other words, leave me be. When I want to talk, I will.”

I heard a half choked sob over the phone before she angrily shouted, “Fine! If that’s what you want then I’ll fucking leave you be…ASSHOLE!”

With that she hung up, and I felt deserving of that moniker, though I still felt that I did the right thing. I sighed as I checked the time on my phone. Pulling myself out of bed I got ready. I showered, shaved, and brushed my teeth.

I had gone to Anton’s Discount dress clothes earlier that day to buy a number of off the rack suits and dress shirts. I dressed in a black dress shirt, black dress pants with a red vest and tie. The vest and tie were faux silk but it looked good, perhaps not as good as the real thing, but at least I wasn’t completely broke. I had chosen to wear my grandfather’s pocket watch along with my wallet. Both the wallet’s and the pocket watch’s chains were on my left side.

I had shined a pair of black boots. It was funny as the attendant at Antonio’s had been attempting to get me to purchase some dress shoes or at least a nice pair of cowboy boots. He had continued right up until I left. Still, I filed his persistence away for further consideration. After all, if I was going to barter for people’s souls, the attendant was a great example to live up to.

…10:00…

I entered the club and unlike the other times I had come, I actually parked in the lot instead of a block away. True, it was mostly paranoia that had kept me from parking in the lot. Still, better paranoid than dead.

I quickly identified my first potential clients. I started with Brad Dahmsey. He was 5’5″, good looking, had blond hair and a picture perfect smile. This night he was wearing the usual brand named clothes and appeared as confident as I was used to seeing. This was a good thing though.

See, Brad had a problem. Despite his outward confidence and the many women he would make a pass at, or in some case’s be hit on by, he’d never go home with any of them. At first I wondered if he was gay. My curiosity, as always, drove me to make a pass and see. Mind you it wasn’t until after he turned me down that it hit me. What if he was? I wasn’t. I had no interest in being with him so what in the hell was I thinking? Luckily, he turned me down.

So another Friday night came. It was nearing closing, and he was well on his way to being well and truly wasted so I approached him again.

…That Night…

“You strike out, too, man?” I yelled into his ear as I drunkenly swayed into the bar. Brad looked over to me. He nodded before trying to drink from a glass of ice. “Yo, barkeep, bring us another round!” I yelled out.

Brad took his refreshed glass and said, “Thanks, man.”

I nodded a little too vigorously before going into a tale about how I had this perfect ten just eating out of my hand until some asshat bumped me and spilled my drink on her. “To say the least, she didn’t go home with me,” I whined into the drink. “So what’s your reason?”

“Reason?” he asked.

“Yeah, the reason you’re all dressed up with know one to fuck.” I laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world he joined until he realized it wasn’t all that funny.

Brad looked at me for a moment. For a second, I thought he wasn’t going to tell me, but then he spoke. “You know I look good. By my looks alone I’m more than confident. But you see I’m, ahh… I’m really small, you know, down there.”

I looked at him and said, “Ah, come on man, I mean I won’t bull shit ya, but if your good with your hands and tongue, you can generally make up for that.”

He looked at me before saying, “You don’t get it. The first girl I ever slept was a virgin. We both thought we’d be together forever, you know?” He paused for a beat, staring at the glass in his hand, then continued, “But then I get this fucking text from her phone showing a video of her fucking some guy, moaning out how much bigger he is…” He took a heavy gulp of his drink.

“I tried not to let it get to me and move on, so I went out with this girl I worked with. She’d been dropping hints for awhile about hooking up. So we’re in my apartment and making out real heavy, when she starts pulling my shirt off and kissing her way down, undoes my pants, pulls down my skivvies, and laughs. Fucking laughs.”

He finished off his drink and dropped his head to the bar.

…Present…

That night as my made-up persona I had told him I might know someone who could help and now it was time we were introduced.

“Brad Dahmsey? I’m Bartholomew Schultz. A client of mine, Michael McBride, said you had a problem you could use some help with,” I said while holding a hand out to him.

He took it, shook it, and speaking in a hushed tone asked, “Yeah McBride said you could help me get larger uh down there? Is it like a pill or something, because the pills I took in the past never seemed to work.”

“Well, it’s not a pill. I thought Mike had gone through this with you.” I answered him.

“He did, but I was quite drunk and thought I heard him wrong when he said it’d cost my soul and be done through magic,” Brad responded with an uneasy smile.

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Author’s Note: This story takes a bit before it gets to the sex. If you’re looking for instant gratification, look elsewhere. Big thanks to VeeBird for taking the time to help me out with editing. As always, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the story.

Spoiler Tags: Reincarnation, Harem, Magic, Soul Mates, Kitsune, Monster Girl, Transformation, First Time, Shyness, Submission, Orc, Adventure

Prologue

The explosion tore apart my unit, shaking the sky with the force of the shockwave. Shielded by my lieutenant, I only felt a fraction of the blast, and even that was enough to rattle my brain. My muscles shook as I pulled myself out of the dirt. The shaking was not from exhaustion, although I had trouble standing minutes before. I was trembling from an explosive mixture of rage, despair, and resignation. My sadness was not for my comrades, recently released from their duty. No, my tears mingled into the sweat and blood on my face for the void that they had left within me upon their passing. Suddenly, I felt no weariness, fear, sadness, or emptiness. All I was left with was an inferno twisting inside my chest. It fueled my muscles, and I was in turn fueled by the frantic beating of my heart that was trying to escape from the cage of my chest. I felt as if I would explode from the intensity of the blood raging through my body.

I started channeling my mana, my body acting on well honed instinct. The voice inside my head that pleaded for caution burned away, fuel to the fire in my chest, roasted in the pyre of my need for vengeance.

They would pay for this, I am no longer weak, no longer will I let others dictate my life.

I would etch my worth into the center of the forces that opposed and stole them from me. Pulling off my helmet, I knelt to the earth and drew up what remained of my power from the dregs of my soul.

This would be the last spell I would ever cast. The energy necessary to sustain my life sacrificed to its completion.

My life for a chance at vengeance… I accept. Not like I had other options anyway.

A silver energy like a vaporous liquid mercury pooled in my hand as I started to fashion the essence of my soul into a weapon of malice. There would be a grace period before reality would catch up to claim its debt, and I would use this time to complete my final mission for my squad. The silver energy coruscated as it spun in a double helix in both directions until it was a rod nearly five feet in length. The light gathered at top point of the rod and pulsed briefly blinding in its brilliance. Instinct directed my arm to dip the haft into a pool of blood oozing out of my late lieutenants lower half. When I raised the spear the liquid had coalesced into a winged spear tip. The tip gained bright crimson along the wings before darkening into a sinister obsidian point. That point seemed to slice the fabric of the air as it drifted, following my trembling arm, leaving a echo of black streak in its passing.

The tip was an embodiment my comrades rage and hunger for vengeance. Its core consisted of a piece of my soul into which I poured the remainder of my mana. The central shaft let out pulses of brilliance through whorled patterns engraved on its burnished silver haft as the spell was completed. This artifact of immeasurable strength would be the pride of mastercraftsman mages ten times my strength, too bad it only cost one’s life to achieve it. Taking a deep breath, I looked up from the spear, eyes scanning my surroundings. Looking for targets.

~ ~ ~

The marauders emerged from the forest to look upon the devastation their ambush had wrought. A mishmash of people, obviously poorly nourished and dirty from so much time spent in the wilderness. They cheered as they saw how successful their trap had been. A man better dressed than the others, with a jeweled sword pommel strapped to his side and a belly that showed no lack of victuals, turned to the band.

“You have done well today my friends. The traitorous fiends who support the subhumans shall continue to feel our blades until the world is cleansed from it. Upon that day we shall return home as heroes to embrace our loved ones in a world made safer by our actions.” The captain finished his speech and stared out at his band of twenty. He noticed they were not cheering in their usual reaction to his rallying speech, and were instead looking over his shoulder at the explosion crater. The dust had begun to clear, revealing a lone man, blood running down his ears, staring intently at a silver object in his hand.

“Shit a mage”, he swore to himself. “We need to kill him before he kills us all.” The captain pulled his sword and let out a war cry and started to charge at the enemy, galvanizing his forces to action.

The mage didn’t seem to notice the lives that poured into the ground; his eyes simply trace the whorled loops that the sparkling tipped traced through the air. When that pattern intersected artvin escort with flesh and bone it didn’t pause or slow, it continued on its way, unhurried and unstoppable.

~ ~ ~

I moved in a seeming bubble of muted silence as the spear twitched, half guiding itself through the intricate dance.

Sever an arm. Remove that leg. Duck the sword Break that axe while splitting his neck.

Reading the battlefield as if I’d lived each moment a thousand times, like an old dance with an beloved partner, knowing each and every motion, every step and dip the other would take before they even performed it. The enemy numbers dwindled under my assault, their remaining number growing evermore horrified at my relentlessly efficient reaping of lives. Only twelve of the initial twenty something were now standing on the battlefield. Friend and foes limbs and viscera mixed in the dirt as the enemy force started to break and flee from the battlefield.

I continued slaughtering my opponents long after they’d given up the fight. A bloodthirsty grin pulled up the corners of the my mouth.

I will show them how right they were to fear magic. They will, ever so briefly, know what it means to be hunted.

Pulling a ceramic necklace out of my shirt I grasped it tightly before throwing it to the ground. I looked around counting fleeing figures that had thus far escaped my wrath.

Four. Easily within the capabilities of my rainy day charm. I brought my foot down on the teleportation charm and vanished with a thundercrack, the air collapsing into the vacuum of space I just exited. One after another, the fleeing fighters had the greatest shock of their life as they watched a man appear out of in air before a glittering light with a tip of darkness burst through their chest. The final marauder gave what sounded to be a sigh of relief as I pulled the spear from his chest and he collapsed onto his face, his eyes already staring lifelessly into the distance, a jeweled sword falling from his limp grasp.

A seeming eternity of action finally ended as my eyes refocused on my surroundings confirming that I was standing alone at the end of a trail of carnage that both disgusted me, yet also filled me with a tainted sense of satisfaction. Like a candle running out of fuel the anger inside of my flickered before extinguishing, leaving me hollow. I was upright for a single fraction of a second before a crashing tide of sadness and weariness capsized me. I sank into the dirt as the weight of loss crushed to me to my knees. Staring into the falling rain, the world seemed to mourn with me, the tears falling down my cheeks echoed by the leaves of the tree I knelt under. The darkness at the edge of me vision creeped inward as I crawled closer to the tree that was riddled with pockmarks from the explosion, lightly smoking as curling wisps of smoke crept out of the darkened holes. Leaning on the tree, I slid to the ground, finally releasing the spear as I welcomed the encroaching darkness to the forefront of my mind.

A pair of golden eyes emerged from the brushes across the valley from my unconscious body. The eyes were attached to golden fox who had watched the ambush and subsequent extermination with some interest.

~ ~ ~

I had never seen such an violent display of magical mastery in my twenty three years of life. Looking around cautiously, I ensured that I was alone before creeping forward into the valley. The magical weapon next to the fallen man drew my attention, it’s bloodlust quieted, now radiating a steady outpouring of settling magical power, distorting the air with its raw energy. I wrinkled my nose at the smell of exploded gunpowder and the pungent copper of freshly spilled blood.

A subtle scent underneath the blood caught my attention, I filled my lungs to capture as much of it as possible, the scent luring me into deeper and deeper breaths. Then the realization struck me like an edict from a god, one of the particularly smitey ones.

No. Nononono. Not now. Not with him, I thought, hurrying to the fallen man. The smell of cinnamon and honey flowed into my lungs as my soul thrummed in proximity to its counterpart.

Bonded. My bond-mate is in danger, I thought, frantically shifting into human form to check him for wounds.

A hazy image superimposed itself over the fox like heat waves radiating off a desert dune and where once a fox crouched now a young girl stood.

Not quite reaching six feet of height, I had sharp features that were softened by my silky brunette hair that fell unencumbered around my face. The same burnet color could be seen on a sleek tail that sprouted from my lower back, and hung slack and lifeless, trailing along the ground with worry. The color of the tail lightened to a creamy white at the tip which was currently sweeping the dirt in agitation. Not seeing any obvious cause for unconsciousness aydın escort I opened my aural sight to check his energy levels. Hyperventilating in distress at what I saw, I frantically pulled his limp form into an embrace, the void in his soul damning him. I tried to desperately pour my energy into him but it just slid off of his ingrained defenses to foreign magic.

Sobbing into his neck I felt his body twitch and I started, a bud of hope blossoming. His eyes opened for a second and I stared in surprise. Locking onto mine, his deep blue eyes had a small circle of dusty brown encircling the pupil. I shivered as I felt a whisper thin tingle, uncoiling in my stomach, accompanying a deep thrumming noise as the fledgling mating bond established itself. Like a well tuned guitar strings the bond thrummed with the harmonic energy of creating between us. He blinked up at me, his eyes slowly flapping up and down like a butterflies wings, as the tears slipped down my face falling onto his chest. His lips gave a small twitch somewhere between a smile and a grimace before closing his eyes and falling limp in my arms. I wailed my despair into the universe, the soft drizzle of rain onto the ground it’s only response.

~ ~ ~

I slowly drifted back to awareness, amazed at the lack of pain, expecting an unbearable agony agony at the spiritual hole in my metaphysical self. Even more amazing was the realization that I was being held by someone. Soft thighs caressed my back and I felt a gentle warmth on my neck. Summoning my will, I barely managed to wrench my eyes open. I was rendered twice mute by the sweetest sight of my briefly remaining life, the softly angular features of one of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Tufted triangles poked out from the top of her head and a soft tail whipped across my thighs in agitation. The most striking thing about her were her light brown eyes that bordered on golden in the drizzling rain. She was a kitsune, one of the elusive fox ladies that was part of the demihuman magical creatures I was fighting to protect.

I hope the sundering is successful so that the world won’t be deprived of this kind of beauty.

Tears splashed down her face as I tried to smile at her reassuringly but the inexorable cold collected in my chest and pulled what little warmth that remained from me, as well as my consciousness, into the void for the final time.

~ ~ ~

I saw his spirit slowly slip out of his body as he fell limp. I braced myself for the aftershock of the shattering bond, clutching his body to my chest. The stories told me it was incomparable torment as half of your soul was ripped from you leaving tattered remnants floating in the aether. Then… nothing. The fledgling bond held true, its warmth still radiating deep in my core. A relieved giggle that edged on hysterical burst from my chest.

He would return, his soul had not gone to its final rest.

A smile lit up my face.

He would return and I would be there to finish we’d started. But first… a burial.

~ Jack ~

Startled awake, I clutched my chest, soaked in sweat and breathing fast and shallow.

Damn, dying in dreams always leaves me unnerved. What a dream. It felt so realistic, such emotion, that deep and encompassing rage. Followed by the inevitability and resignation as I slowly slipped away.

I shivered slightly at the recollection. Wiping the moisture off my forehead, I tried to control my breathing, and, through that, control the nervous sweat so I didn’t look like a junky suffering from withdrawal during class. As my panting slowed, I tasted the air experimentally as a scent tickled some forgotten memory. It smelled of woodsmoke and citrus as it danced through my senses. Shrugging, I dropped the elusive scent from my thoughts, the lingering memory of the dream fading.

Pulling myself off the bench I had been using as a makeshift bed, I slung my makeshift backpack/pillow over my shoulder, making my way out of the study room. My mind was still haunted by the desperation I saw in the golden eyes of my dreams.

What had she needed from my dream self?

The thought kept my attention as I drifted through my calc one course, letting the professor’s voice filter unimpeded between my ears. I wasn’t worried about falling behind as this was mainly a review from the calc course I had taken in high school. The only reason I’d chosen this course was to ease myself into the college life. New living conditions, no friends or family and brand new freedom were heady enough drugs that I felt I could use a course that I didn’t have to worry about. It helped that I wasn’t in a rush to get done with college, and my full ride scholarship was dependent on grades, so a couple of freebie courses were not going to go amiss. I was a loner in a strange place and my first attempt at reaching out to a potential friend had been an balıkesir escort unmitigated disaster. I slouched more firmly into my seat as I contemplating the view of those deep golden eyes, disturbed by the sadness in them.

~ Tara ~

Strolling through the campus of a state college, I tried to puzzle out its name while I watched nubile young faces as they wandered around, lost during their first weeks of classes.

This makes me feel less lonely. Which is kind of depressing considering I’m alone in the crowd.

I sighed wearily. Many years and miles had passed without anyone special, and the loneliness hung heavy on my mind. Although, I had reason to hope my solitude would be soon come to an end. My naiad friend Lily had dropped me a mysterious voicemail mentioning the ‘weave’ and this campus.

Whatever its name is. It won’t hurt to hang around awhile. Not like I have anywhere better to be. Although auntie might say otherwise.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved my aunt, it’s just that sometimes she could be a little… intense, and sometimes I took any opportunity I had to put some distance between us.

I lied down onto a public bench, the sun kissing my skin and warming it in a luxurious fashion. Closing my eyes, I listened to the soothing chatter of pedestrians as it mingled with the light breeze.

I awoke lying full length across the bench. My dreams had been full of the one and only contact I’d had with my bonded. Although the events went differently than the tragic past. In my dream, I’d managed to save the dying man, quickly wooing him and the moment before we consummated, my excitement drove dream away.

Sighing loudly, I draped one hand over my forehead, shading my eyes from the setting sun. It was among the more pleasant variations of the recurring dream, although, as always, I was frustrated that it’d left me on edge.

What wouldn’t I give for just five more minutes?

Wiping away a spot of drool that had encrusted the side of my mouth I blinked away my last vestiges of sleep. Yawning, I stretched my hands out over my head and rolled my neck to relieve the stiffness. The wind was blowing slightly stronger then when I’d fallen asleep, shifting directions in a temperamental manner, as it often did here in the midwest. My stomach grumbled slightly as it protested my neglectful treatment. Easing myself off the bench, I started towards the campus union, hoping to pick up some food before heading out of town. I paused, muscles tensing, holding me absolutely still as the shifting wind brought the whisper of his scent to my nostril. I barely dared to hope. Snuffling brought the scent more firmly into my sinuses and taste buds.

Honey and cinnamon. I’ve waited so long to taste you again.

I breathed deep, the details of the scent causing me to shiver involuntarily in anticipation, like an addict cat taking a hit of the catnip. I abandoned my strolling walk, stalking the scent, following it’s path as it led away from my impromptu napping spot.

He walked right past me and I missed him.

The scent was relatively fresh and I didn’t want to lose him…again. He was close and my wait was finally over.

~ Jack ~

Yawning, I maneuvered my way through the union hallways. My nap had done little to combat my recent proclivities of late night video gaming. Normally, I liked to walk outside, but the currently gusting wind had tried to drive it’s chill deep into my bones, and forced me to seek shelter. The wind usually made a nice contrast to the muggy humidity of the fall, but this wind had a hint of the imminent winter’s bite. Mentally steeling myself to go back into it’s chilly teeth, I rounded the last bend that led outside, the hallway acting as a runway to the entranceway. I noticed the tall woman rushing through the door, but kept my head down. Her hair had blown about her head in a frazzled manner, the beautiful brown tresses a sacrifice to the greedy wind god.

I smiled at the silly thought. Using my peripherals, I tried to look a little closer, without being obvious about it.

She stopped in the middle of the hallway, blocking my progress. She was almost as tall as me, probably somewhere around five-eleven a shade under my six-foot even. She wore nondescript tennis shoes that led to jeans that were tight on her shapely curves, while still remained tasteful. A plain black v-cut t-shirt with short black sleeves topped the ensemble by hugging her generous assets. This all was noticed in an instant but ignored in favor of the burning pools of golden amber that were locked on my with a fierce intensity. I swallowed around the awkwardness of getting caught staring.

Also, why does she look like she wants to eat me?

~ Tara ~

The scent now filled my mind. I was drowning in the sweet scent of honey and cinnamon. Stopping in the hallway, I took note of the scrawny young man standing in front of me. He had short brown tresses that draped about his head in an unconcerned fashion, falling just on the wrong side of needing a haircut. He was thin, but not unhealthy, in his appearance. He wore a pair of running shoes with loose jeans and a baggy shirt advertising some band I was unfamiliar with. I locked eyes with his hazel ones as I felt the buried bond quiver and start to unspool.

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Orc Invasion Ch.4

The battle had been won, the horde army gathered at their encampment in the Arathi plains. A giant bonfire had been set in the middle of the camp as the sun was setting. A cool night breeze passed as the army prepared for the events of the evening, events that would further solidify the Horde’s victory over the alliance.

Trogg walked from one end of the line to the other, smiling a crooked smile as he examined the captives. He was very satisfied, his army had done as he had asked. All the men from the alliance were killed and tossed into the river to be dragged by the current. All the women on the other hand, both human and night elf, were captured, their eyes bound and their bodies dragged into a line formation in front of Trogg. Many of the men behind him cheered and hollered as Trogg examined his specimens. While many of the human females were not as tall or well endowed as the night elves, their sexy, curvaceous short stature made them very desirable, especially by some of the hulking Tauren that were eyeing them, licking their lips, a lustful look in their eyes.

Vessamoon, the Night Elf Paladin Sergeant who led the female troops to battle with such fierce energy. Now stood in front of the enemy army, bound and unable to see anything. The cool night breeze passing through her braided blue hair, sweat dripped down her well toned, muscular body. Her whole body shivered from fear, not just for her life, but her whole troop’s life. She had found it very odd that the horde had decided to spare the women while they slaughtered the men. The horde would normally leave no survivors, it scared her to think that the only reason for them being spared, is so they could be tortured and killed slowly.

Amongst her troop was Vessamoon’s little sister Mina, four years younger than her, Mina had definitely inherited the same curvaceous body as her older sister, while her breasts were not as big as her older sister’s, they did often make men turn their heads for a second look. They may have been sisters, however, they were complete opposites of each other. While Vessamoon, or Vessa as Mina would call her older sister, was strict and tried to remain in shape. Mina was more loose. Rather than braiding her blue hair like her sister, she preferred a sexy pony tail. She would also rather spend time with her friends at a nearby hot spring rather than train as strictly as her older sister. Vessa’s life was that of preparing for war. Mina on the other hand, would rather spend time with friends.

Next to Vessamoon stood the second in command and Vessa‘s best friend, Elia, another paladin with a voluptuous red hair, held together into a bun. She had penetrating green eyes, a curvaceous body with a milky white tone to her skin. Elia too preferred to keep her curvaceous body in shape, but not nearly as strict as Vessa. She was now trying to choke up the fear and keep it bottled inside, she had seen many of her comrades die today, she felt lucky though, her husband was currently based elsewhere and did not suffer the same fate as the men did in this battlefield.

All three of the girls listened in fear, hearing the whistling and hollering as they were displayed as nothing more than eye candy. Feet tramping on the ground as Trogg continued walking from one end of the line to the next, examining each and every girl, licking his lower jaw, “Mmm… such fine females.” Trogg said grinning a crooked grin. His men behind him joined him in a laugh that sent shivers down the spines of all the girls in the line. Twenty women, Trogg counted, twenty of both the human and night elf race, for an army of 50 lust filled horde men of all four races. Orc, troll, tauren and undead.. This of course did not count some of the few horde women who planned on joining in the events of the evening, just so they could get back at the alliance.

“I’ll take the red one” grinned Thurs, one of the Tauren generals, pointing towards Elia, the Paladin Sergeant. Trogg looked back and nodded his kütahya escort approval at the giant beast. Thurs stood at a massive seven feet tall, his body rippled with muscles that were covered by black fur. A top his head were two massive black horns, signifying his leadership as a Tauren. He also wore a gold nose band, and his long black mane was worn into two thick braids on his shoulders, and another braid under his snout. His eyes were a penetrating, blood thirsty red. A long ugly scar ran through the length of his face. His body, while well built and massive, had the scars of many battles. His blood thirsty demeanor had tried to find crueler ways to get back at those cowards from the alliance, and after hearing Trogg’s proposition. He couldn’t have agreed more. What better way to have revenge on the men from the alliance than to take their women and make them their servants. Thurs couldn’t help but have a broad wicked grin spread on his face as he saw the young woman tremble. He knew that little human woman wouldn’t go back to the alliance after he had his way with her.

“Mmm… this one looks tender.” Said Rall, the Troll army’s general with a crooked smile as he ran his hands across Mina‘s hair and face. Her whole body shuddering at his touch, tears of fear and sweat running down her silky light purple skin. “Mmm I’ll definitely have some fun with you.” he laughed. Rall also had penetratingly red, blood thirsty eyes. His hair was a flaming red mess, and he stood at a little over six feet tall, at least he woud if he didn’t slouch as most Trolls do. His blue-ish green body also rippled with muscles, and battle scars that could be plainly seen as well. Two big and curved tusks jutted from his mouth. Just as with Thurs, this symbolized his upper rank in the army, and the golden nose ring simply solidified this position.

Trogg chuckled in approval, then licked his lips as he saw the strong one, Vessamoon. He eyed closely her well muscle toned body. “Mmm… this one.“ Was all he said as he ran his thick green fingers over her face, down to her chin. Delighting in the fact that she was trying to show her strenght even after being defeated. He knew she would be a great challenge, but all the better he thought to himself. “Mmm I bet you’re wondering what is going to happen to you? Don’t you?” he whispered mockingly into Vessa’s ears, she turned her head away in disgust, feeling the Orc general’s breath on her face. “Don’t worry she-elf” he chuckled mockingly. “Soon you will continue on living… as our servants” he said with emphasis.

“I’d rather die! You filth!” Vessa said trying to gather as much courage as she could muster.

“You don’t have much of a choice she elf” Trogg laughed. “believe me, if you choose death, I will personally make sure that it is slow and painful” he grinned, Vessa kept her head turned away from the foul beast. He turned to look towards Mina and could sense the fear permeating through her body. A crooked smile spread through his face, “Or maybe we should take this little one’s life instead? Would you be able to bear going on living knowing you were responsible for her death?” He chuckled.

She knew he was more than likely talking about her little sister. “What will you have me do?” she said finally defeated. Vessa could never go on living she was responsible for her little sister’s death.

Trogg grinned victorious, “You and the rest of your troops will be the horde’s new servants.” He said running his finger through her chin, “and by that, I mean you will serve us in ANY way we please” he said with a chuckle as he grabbed Vessa’s hand and violently placed it in his loincloth, where his bulge was starting to show. The rest of the army joined him in laughter.

Violently Vessa pulled her hand back, horrified now that she knew what were their plans, worse yet, it wasn’t just her that would be used, but her whole troop. Her attempts to save her sister and the women in her troop seemed all to be in vain. “Never!” she yelled at the foul beast as her final attempt. “Never would I allow it!”

Trogg pulled the cloth over her eyes so she could see. He stared at her intently, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed, the grin he wore on his face now replaced with a more menacing look. “You don’t have much of a choice now she elf! You had already agreed to it.” with a wave of his hand, the Orc soldiers behind him took three steps back, and fifteen undead soldiers took their place. Trogg looked at Vessa with penetrating eyes, her whole body, as well toned as it was, was now felling like jelly as it succumbed. “Alright boys, get ready!” he ordered, the menacing look replaced again with an evil grin. Twenty Troll and Orc captors stood behind the women, Rall taking his place behind Mina, and Thurs behind Elia. grabbing them tightly, waiting for the Orc general’s order. Smiling a crooked smile, Trogg moved behind Vessa and waved one of his hands again signaling the twenty captor’s behind the women to remove the blindfold from their eyes.

Rubbing their eyes, malatya escort the women tried quickly to regain their senses and look about where they were, the darkness of the night blinding them momentarily. But before any other moves were made, they stared straight ahead and there in the darkness, fifteen pairs of glowing eyes stared at them and loud cackling from the undead were heard as they tormented them. While they tried their best to move, they couldn’t. The human and night elf women had been taken by the fear paralysis effect that many suffer when looking at the undead straight in their eyes. Mixed with the undead laughter was also the laughter of the Orc general. “Wha- What’s happening? Why can’t we move?” Vessa uttered.

“As I said she elf… you don’t have much of a choice now” grinned Trogg as he whispered into the night elf’s long, slender ears. He waved one of his hands again towards the undead. Five of the fifteen stepped forward, they were the casters, they all joined in a strange chant while the women remained still due to the paralysis. Soon a heavy purple mist lifted from the ground right beneath the line up. “It’s a spell,” Trogg uttered again in her ear. “No matter how strong you may think you are she elf, you will succumb… this spell allows your body’s arousal level to increase, soon you won’t be listening to your conscience, but to your body’s desires, no one can escape it.” he grinned wickedly.

There was a look of horror in Vessa’s face, she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t move due to the fear paralysis and now this spell would make her finally succumb to the Orc’s wishes. She could already feel her pussy start to get wet, her knees becoming weak.

“Bring the breeder.” Trogg commanded. “Now you will see what I mean by becoming our servant she elf!” he grinned. “We already have one of your kind who willingly came to us.” Vessa closed her eyes, not wanting to believe it. “That’s right! What’s more, she’s even willingly become one of our breeders and is now pregnant with Orc child!” He kept tormenting Vessa. “Soon you and every single one of your troops will follow that path.” he said, running his tongue along Vessa’s cheek, leaving a trail of slime and spit. “You will do it willingly too.” he promised the stubborn night elf.

The effects had become stonger by now, the level of arousal was such that, already some of the women started emitting low moans as their bodies started betraying them. The whole Orc army laughed triumphantly. Trogg didn’t need to order the captors anymore, already the Troll and Orc captors had begun tossing the women’s armor to the floor, leaving them only in their skimpy thongs and bras. Orc and Troll hands were running across the naked flesh, teasing and caressing their breasts with one hand, while sliding the other hand down their captor’s thongs and teasing their captor’s already wet pussies.

Vessa was the only one so far that had tried to fight her urges the most. Trogg was fondling her breasts with one of his thick hands, while teasing her already wet pussy with the other. As good as it was feeling, as much as her body wanted it, she kept fighting. That is, until she saw the breeder, Yunie, finally arrived at the scene. Yunie was being walked out in front of the line up by a leash attached to her slave collar. Snake, his tongue hanged, now with now lower jaw, was doing the honors. Vessa looked horrified, the Orc was right, she had become a slave, and a breeder, pregnant with child.

“I heard you were having the time of your life with Snake” Trogg grinned as he addressed Yunie. “Maybe I should let you be Snake‘s personal sex slave and breeder.” he laughed as he continued teasing Vessa‘s engorging clit. Yunie‘s cheeks flushed red, nodding in approval to Trogg‘s wishes. She was to be Snake‘s and would serve only him unless he said otherwise. If Snake could speak, he would express his approval. “Why don’t you show your friends all the ‘benefits’ you’ve had since joining the horde” he grinned maliciously as he tore through Vessa’s thong and bra, tossing them to the ground.

Yunie only giggled, her cheeks flushed. “Very well master.” She replied, then eagerly knelt in front of her new master, the mouth less monster, Snake. She grabbed the band of his pants with her teeth and cooed seductively as she brought down his pants with her mouth, his already growing cock springing to life. Hungrily and without hesitation, Yunie started licking and sucking the length of the hard rotting piece of flesh, she licked down to his hanging balls, engulfing them one at a time into her hungry mouth before going back and engulfing his cock again. Moans and groans of pleasure from both Yunie and Snake were heard as she kept putting on her show for the soon to be sex slaves and breeder’s of the horde.

The musky scent of sex created by the spell was now becoming overwhelming, most of the women by this point were now willingly grinding their pussies against the savage invading hands. Even Elia and Mina were now reaching back towards their captors, batman escort and stroking their growing cocks, Thurs let out a triumphant bellow as Elia willingly stroked his 15 and a half inch, slimy, red pointy member out of its furry sheath. Rall laughed shrilly as Mina willingly stroked his long green-ish cock up and down and fondling his heavy balls with her other hand. Vessa was seeing all of this occurring around her with disbelief, she looked at the breeder in front of her with anger. “Traitor!” she uttered, “Traitor!” again louder so Yunie could hear.

Yunie turned to face Vessa, not really bothered by what she said. “Me? You should look at yourself darling” she giggled, then happily went back to sucking Snake’s cock humming as she bobbed her head up and down the fleshy member of her undead master.

Vessa looked down in between her legs, she could see Trogg’s fingers wet with her pussy juices. Yunie was right, Vessa had called Yunie a traitor, but at the same time, she was calling herself a traitor. As much as she hated to admit it, her whole body was completely aroused by the whole scene. Before she knew what was happening, her body also started to respond to Trogg’s finger inside her soaked pussy, and she let out a loud moan as he touched her spot. Trogg laughed triumphantly, he had broken her. She also saw her little sister had been broken too. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her little sister Mina, bending down in front of the foul Troll, and was willingly stroking his cock up and down and sucking on his big mushroom head. Vessa looked towards her friend Elia, and saw her also willingly stroking the giant Tauren’s fleshy pointy rod in her hands, what’s more, she was also engulfing the red slimy cock in her mouth as well, humming seductively as she bobbed her head up and down the fleshy tool. The spell may had taken control over the rest of the women, but Vessa tried to fight it as much as she could. She turned again towards Yunie, and saw the breeder already on her back, splaying her legs wide, moaning in pleasure as her undead lover started pounding his hard cock in and out of her pregnant pink pussy.

“Mmm… this one’s a real cock slut” Thurs said triumphantly, the long thick braids of mane swaying back and forth, touching and teasing the red head’s milky white breasts. He stared down at the voluptuous human humming and sucking his slimy cock. He grinned wickedly as he focused on her hands and saw a glint from her ring. “A married slut too!” he exclaimed victoriously, the horde had given a nasty blow to the alliance, they had defeated their army without casualties, they had taken their women captive, and what’s more, he was now being serviced by a sexy married paladin. Grinning victoriously, he placed a heavy hand on the back of her head, and bucked his hips in and out, shoving more of his pointy cock deep down her throat as he cackled loudly, his Tauren men joining in laughter.

Vessa’s cheeks flushed red as she heard the Tauren have his way with her friend. She couldn’t deny it either, her body wasn’t letting her. The whole scene was getting her hotter and hotter, she was willingly grinding and moaning as Trogg engulfed one of her supple breasts into his mouth, while continuing to finger her hungry cunt with the other.

“Omm… you should learn to relax hun.” she heard Yunie say, “All your friends are having fun, why shouldn’t you? Besides, Orc men have bigger cocks than those wimps from the alliance anyway.” She said as she giggled mockingly. She was right, Vessa thought to herself, and she could obviously feel it from Trogg’s raging hard cock pressing against her ass cheeks.

Another moan was heard, this one from her sister Mina. Vessa quickly turned towards her, shocked at what she saw. Mina was one her hands and knees, moving the thong to the side, looking back at the ugly Troll general over her shoulder as she wiggled her firm ass invitingly. Her legs were spread, exposing her pink pussy, the blue pubic hair trimmed into a thin triangle shape. Vessa couldn’t believe what she was seeing, her own little sister was bent down on the floor, slapping her ass cheeks invitingly as the cruel Rall approached the young night elf with his long 13 inch cock. “Come here big boy.” called out her sister with a lust filled giggle. “Come here and show me what REAL men can do.” She laughed seductively.

“Mina!” Vessa exclaimed in disbelief.

“Relax sis,” Mina giggled, “besides, it’s not the first time I’ve been taken by members other than the alliance.” she smiled. “You should see what a whole gaggle of Goblins and Murlocs can do.” she grinned lustfully. Vessa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her whole body shuddered and quivered. She couldn’t contain herself anymore.

“You hear that Trogg?” Rall said, addressing Trogg in his Trollish shrill tone, “Goblins and Murlocs! Guess this little slut won’t be hard to convert after all.” Rall laughed victorious as he grabbed on tight to Mina’s hips. “Get ready slut, because once we’re done with you, you won’t go back to those cowards from the alliance OR to that gaggle of Goblins and Murlocs.” He promised, Mina looked back, giggling lustfully as she wiggled her ass invitingly again. Rall took his queue and inched his long greenish cock inside the night elf’s wet pussy, the walls contracting and expanding invitingly, letting out moans of pleasure as the troll invaded her welcoming pussy.

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Ben Kidder sat on his bed, swarmed by a host of questions that arose in his mind after advancing from level nineteen to level twenty. The biggest was how it could have happened at all. He could feel two extra slots for ninth level spells and room for a forty third spell inside himself so he knew it was just as real as him being a sorcerer in the first place.

He got up and waded through the piles of boxes until he got to his bedroom desk. He moved some boxes around and opened the desk drawer. He pulled out his rulebooks and sat back down on the bed to consult them.

He remembered that his character in the game campaign had lacked just six hundred experience points to reach level twenty and he guessed that destroying the robots and unintentionally frying the climbing psychos must have provided him with the experience points he lacked. He found the idea of gaining experience points and leveling up in real life to be very freaky, or he would have, if his freakiness gauge hadn’t already been broken when he became a real life sorcerer.

Reaching level twenty one would require a further twenty thousand experience points, which was a tall order considering that as a twentieth level character he would get five hundred experience points for defeating characters that were at least level thirteen themselves. Characters of lover levels could net him some measly ad-hoc points, just like finishing quests could, but awarding those would be up to the Game Master’s discretion. Ben wondered how those awards would be adjudicated in real life. He imagined an archangel sitting on a fluffy cloud and consulting D the Familiar Spell feat that would enable Felicia to cast one spell a day, or the Spell Knowledge feat that would grant him two new spells of his choosing. He smiled.

“So, there is a way to learn new spells, after all,” he thought.

As he read on, he learned that the Familiar Spell feat required his charisma to be 25 for Felicia to cast spells, thus making it impossible. If he ever advanced to level twenty one, his best choice would be the Spell Knowledge feat. He returned his efforts to figuring out what level twenty brought.

Becoming level twenty wasn’t that big a change after all, he realized. It brought him one point to an ability of his choosing, increased his will save by one, increased his secondary attack bonus by one, gave him some more skill points to keep his skills maxed and that was pretty much that for the non-magical parts of his character sheet.

The real changes were the ones to his spell list. Aside from the two additional ninth level spell slots, he could choose his newest ninth level spell and, since this was an even numbered level he had advanced to, he could replace one spell he had in his repertoire with another spell of the same level. More than half his spells had their effects subtly increased from now on. Some would last longer, some would affect more targets, cause more damage and so on. To his regret, Greater Teleport still brought only six additional passengers.

Ben chose to put his point of ability score to dexterity, bringing it up to sixteen, which would increase both his bonus to hit with a ranged weapon and his armor class by one, making him more likely to shoot straight and less likely to get hit, all at the same time.

He wondered if he could research new spells and add them to his repertoire. Picking a spell from the Handbook required just a thought; he didn’t know what creating a new one from scratch would require. The section of the Dungeon Master’s Guide on creating new spells was quite tight-lipped on the subject. It clearly allowed for new spells to be created, given enough research, materials and time, but it only warned against those spells being too powerful for their assigned level and offered ways to make the spells too costly to be used all the time. Since, to the best of his knowledge, there weren’t any magical libraries in the real world, his only chance of researching magical spells was to meditate on the ones he already knew. He felt that those spells were too few and too similar to one another to give him any proper insight into creating spells he’d like to be able to cast.

As titillated as he was by the possibilities that creating custom spells presented, he decided to shelve them, for the time being. He had more pressing matters to attend to, so he decided to choose a new spell from the handbook.

The choice of spells was easy. He replaced Cone of Cold with Fabricate, a spell which allowed him to transform 200 cubic feet of some raw material into a finished product made exclusively from that material. The volume of material dropped by a factor of ten if he worked with raw minerals, and he couldn’t make things made from more than one material, but even so, his chances of getting stinking rich by repeatedly casting this spell were pretty much exactly 100%.

His new ninth level spell was Shapechange, bayburt escort which was the most powerful spell in the whole book, as far as he was concerned. With this spell he could assume the form and abilities of every kind of creature he was familiar with, including all the magical ones from the Monster Manual. By transforming into a dragon, he would gain the ability to cast all the arcane and clerical spells from the Handbook and that would doubtlessly allow him to craft new spells to his liking and learn them, if he ever gained another level and took the Spell Knowledge feat.

He couldn’t use the Shapechange spell to imitate other people, but that was pretty much the only limitation the spell had. That, and him needing a jade circlet worth 1500 gold pieces as a material focus to cast it with. He was going to cast Fabricate to make the circlet after acquiring the necessary amount of jade.

The spell lasted for 200 minutes after casting and he could change form every six seconds. If he felt like it, he could turn himself into a flea and then a giraffe and back again repeatedly, just for the sake of looking at something from two wildly different perspectives.

The two spells turned his frown upside down and lifted his spirits all the way to low earth orbit. The mere thought of using them made him as giddy as a little boy in a candy shop.

He felt Lisa complete the spell drawing in the den, so he set aside his rulebooks and went there to read it. He cast Read Magic and glanced at the mineral prism he pulled out of his belt. He picked up the drawing and silenced the chatting girls with a raised hand so he could study the spell in peace.

It was similar to the one that had been cast at the army base but, unlike that one, this one was still running, still gathering energy for its caster and he needed to know why. He was particularly concerned with the fact that he had dispelled the spell at the army base with a regular Dispel Magic spell, but even a maximized Greater Dispel Magic spell failed to undo this one. The spell had constructed another piece of a larger whole and Ben compared its most relevant parts to the first one.

He held both drawings next to one another, comparing and contrasting them. As he started with the central symbols, his Spellcraft and Knowledge Arcana skills made him realize that those two also spoke of how the spells in sequence related to one another. Ben then mentally rotated and overlaid the spells according to the central symbols. His blood ran cold as the pieces started fitting right before his mind’s eye.

“Holy crud,” he whispered.

“What’s the matter, Ben,” Lisa said with a concerned tone.

“I know what they’re making,” he said.

“Well, what is it,” Raven asked. The other two girls were eagerly waiting, as well.

“It’s a portal,” he said. “They’re trying to summon The Outsiders to this dimension!”

The girls gasped in shock. “Can we stop them,” Lisa asked.

“In theory, yes,” he said.

“And in practice,” Krista asked.

“In practice,” Ben said and faltered. He found the scale of the portal’s construction staggering. “In practice, not so much.”

The girls exchanged worried looks. “Why not,” Krista asked

“This portal has been assembled with more than five hundred spells like these two,” Ben said. “This here, what I’m holding? These are among the last pieces of the portal’s functioning frame to be assembled. If I’m reading this correctly, and the central symbols say that I am, then there are only two more spells to be cast and that’s that. The portal’s completed.”

“Fuck me,” a shocked Raven whispered.

“Two more freaking spells and that’s it,” Krista yelled. “Two more spells and it’s game over!? These Outsiders, these death-worshipping, unknowable beings of power come here, to Earth!?”

“No,” Ben said as he realized he was missing something. “No, wait! In two more spells, the portal is completed, but it will still need to be activated. Turned on, so to speak.”

“And what does that entail,” Krista asked.

“Well, I’m not too sure,” Ben mumbled as he rotated the spells in both his hands and his mind’s eye. He was trying to extrapolate what they would look like with two more spells placed over them. After a few moments of concentration, he got a clear mental picture of how power would flow through the finished portal. “Well, in order to start up the portal, they’d need to demonstrate power over human life at a time when the natural flow of power to our realm is disrupted.”

“The fuck does that mean,” Raven said.

Ben shook his head in dismay and said, “I don’t know.”

The girls began to debate his words while he stared at the spell drawings, trying to decipher what they meant. Felicia jumped up on his desk and said, “Boss, if I may?” He glanced at her and nodded. “Demonstrating power over bartın escort human life is magic speak for human sacrifice, our realm is Earth and the natural flow of power to it is sunlight, so what you said means that-“

“They need to sacrifice an innocent person during a full eclipse over hard ground,” Ben finished her sentence for her in an astonished tone as he realized she was right. The girls stared silently at him, for a few seconds, and then accepted his conclusion as true.

“When’s the next full eclipse over land,” Krista asked, voicing everyone’s thoughts.

A brief scuffle ensued as all four of them reached for the laptop. Felicia jumped off the desk to get out of their way. “Stop,” Ben yelled. “My computer, my quest, my house, my web search!”

The girls backed off to sit on the couch while he sat at his desk and went online. “Ok,” he said, “according to Wikipedia, the next full eclipse visible from land is next year, March the twentieth, and it only hits the ground in the Faroe Islands and Svalbard.

“Where are those,” Raven asked.

“North of Europe,” Ben said. “At each location, the eclipse will only last a little over two minutes.”

“How big are those islands,” Krista asked.

“Too big,” Ben said. These cultists would need just a few minutes to draw their spell, giving him only that much time to find them and stop them. As soon as the sacrifice’s blood landed on the drawing, it would be game over for Earth.

“Are the last two spells going to be cast there,” Lisa asked.

“I don’t know,” Ben said, “but I sincerely doubt it. It makes more sense to do those two spells anywhere else in the world and not there. Why draw attention to the one place where you gotta be before you have to be there? I’m certain that whoever is behind all this mess will be there, come March, waiting for the Moon to obscure the Sun before killing someone and activating the portal. And they’ll orchestrate two more massacres before then.”

“Giving us two more chances to stop them before the big showdown,” Krista said.

Ben’s eyebrows rose up in response. “Look who’s completely on board all of a sudden,” he said. “Didn’t you quit and lead a walk-out the other day?”

“That was before I knew the world was about to end,” she said, “along with everyone in it.” She looked at Ben questioningly. “Right? I mean, that’s what happens if this portal gets opened and these Outsiders come through? End of the world?”

“Pretty much,” Ben said. He sent Raven the order to tell him everything she knew about what would happen once The Outsiders came to Earth.

“I don’t know anything about that,” she said. “Simon had agreed to summon an avatar of the Outsiders to Earth in exchange for his magic, the magic that you now have, and he told me that The Avatar would end all wars and strife on Earth. We would also be elevated to positions of power.”

Krista snorted and said, “Yeah, can’t wage war if we’re all dead.”

“There will be no reasoning with these cultists,” Ben said, disappointed. “They’re probably dead certain that they’ll be made rulers of the Earth if they succeed.”

“No, no, no, no,” Krista said, wagging a reproachful finger at Ben. “Get all ideas of talking sense into them out of your head, Ben! These people have spilled so much blood already that it’s just impossible for them to stop. Whatever conscience they have, it’s been silenced by the screams of the dying long ago. Playing to their humanity won’t net us anything.”

A pall fell over the room at her chilling words.

“So, we’re all in agreement, then,” Lisa said. “This portal must never be completed and the cultists must be caught and dealt with most severely!”

Everyone solemnly nodded.

“Yeah, but we’re hardly equipped to deal with them on our own,” Krista said. “I mean, we’ve got one girl that can see active Outsider spells and one sorcerer. We can’t tell anyone about this, can’t call on anyone for help and we’re not exactly rich in resources at our disposal.”

“Well,” Ben said and cracked a grin, “that’s about to change!”

“What do you mean,” Krista asked.

Ben was about to tell them what his new spells did, when the runoff valve of the spell caught his eye. It was ever so slightly different than the one the previous spell had. He read the two, side by side, and barely stopped himself from swearing out loud.

“Oh, dear,” he finally said. “I think I know why the spell is still running.”

“Why,” Lisa asked.

“It’s left on to take the life force of anyone the escaped lunatics kill and reroute it to the caster,” he said.

“But, you stopped them all,” Lisa said. “Only one got out and you caught him! You tossed him back inside!”

“What if there were more,” Ben asked. “Quick! Turn on the TV! This has to be on the news by now.”

Simon was sitting in a café, drinking coffee, ığdır escort and barely suppressing his scorn for the meaningless insects sitting around and blowing empty air out of their mouths. “If they had an inkling of how insignificant they all are,” he thought, “they’d all march off a cliff like a bunch of lemmings.”

He supposed that there was a benefit to their delusions of importance and meaning. Those kept them alive and well for the day of reaping, which was soon to come.

“Oh, my God,” a girl at the next table exclaimed to her friends as she looked up from her computer screen. “Plainview is somewhere nearby, right?”

“The mental hospital,” one of her friends asked. “Sure. It’s seven miles away, deep in the woods. We used to go there as kids and-“

“They’ve had a breakout,” the woman exclaimed, interrupting him. Many others in the café also turned their heads her way for a moment, before sticking their faces into their own computer screens and typing the same words into the same search engine.

Simon couldn’t help but grin. His consecrated warriors were loose in the countryside. Their murderous impulses were maximized by his spell and each innocent life they took was going to add to his power. More than that, the panic their rampage was going to cause will degrade humans’ belief in their society, just as the robotic rampage at the base made them give up on the use of robots in war zones. By the time of the eclipse, he was going to both complete the portal and crumble the barrier further. “The title of Prime is mine,” he thought to himself.

“No, no, it’s ok,” a man loudly said. “They caught them all! It’s all over the news. They were stopped before they could get away.”

Simon’s grin froze into a grimace of disbelief. “How could that have happened,” he asked himself. “I gave those stupid idiots every advantage possible! I gave them all they needed to get away! What a bunch of fuckheaded, shit-for-brains, backwards, fuckwad idiots!”

The big screen plasma TV in the coffee shop was switched to a local news channel and the volume was turned up significantly. The local police chief and a representative of the FBI were answering questions at a press conference and they assured the public that no one escaped from the criminally insane ward, despite the heavy loss of life in the facility itself.

Simon stood up and left in an angry huff. He couldn’t believe his luck. He had thought that he had staked his power on the worst of the worst, and it turned out that he had squandered it all on the dumbest of the dumb, instead. Their inability to simply exit an undefended gate was so infuriating that he would have burned the whole town down to the ground, if only he had the power for it. He had poured all that he had into casting the spell that consecrated them and used the deaths of the staff and non-violent patients to construct the element of Fire.

Just as he was about to end the useless spell, he was unexpectedly hit by a surge of power. He smiled in relief. At least one of his consecrated warriors had escaped law enforcement notice and had just finished killing someone, sending him their life force. He decided to leave the spell running. He needed all the power he could get and there was no harm in leaving it spinning at the base of the tower. It wasn’t like anyone could see it.

He went to the car he had appropriated when he had killed the former owner and got in. He was going to need to gather up a lot of power for the next spell in the sequence and that meant killing a lot of people on his own. His safest bet was to drive to a major city and kill hookers. Human society paid no sympathy or attention to murdered hookers. There would probably be no investigations. He started the engine and drove towards the interstate.

The girls and Ben were relieved when the news said that no one had escaped from the institution. There would be no more death. His spell of Greater Dispel Magic was stronger, now that he was a level higher, and he decided to go back to the institution and see if it could get the job done this time.

“I’m going back there to try and end this spell once again,” he said. “You’re coming with me, Lisa!”

Lisa stood up and waited for him to cast Invisibility on them and then teleport them to the gate. She confirmed that the spell was still in place and Ben cast a maximized Greater Dispel Magic against it. Just as before, it made absolutely no difference. He teleported them back to his den and ended their invisibilities.

“Well,” Krista asked.

“No joy,” Ben sadly said. “The frakking thing is still spinning.”

“Is there nothing you can do,” Raven asked.

Ben shook his head and sat down at his desk. He took another look at the spell drawing, but knew he would find nothing new in it.

“Maybe whoever cast it died in the asylum,” Raven offered.

“Nah,” Ben said and indicated a line of symbols on the spell drawing. “Without a recipient, this component of the siphon part of the spell wouldn’t be active anymore. It’s still spinning, so the caster is alive and well.”

An uncomfortable silence ensued as he reread the spells. Krista interrupted it by saying, “You said, before, that our resources are going to change. How so?”

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Both girls got covered quickly and Nymsya stood to the side as Amy opened the door. In peaked a guard and with a blush on his face looked from one girl to the other.

“Cl-Clear” he stammered out.

From behind him appeared the bride to be. “Amy! I was worried. Something terrible happened and the castle is on full alert. We couldn’t find you and…well at least you are safe.” she said all that before she even noticed Nymsya. A vile grin appeared on her face “I was about to invite you to the safety of my quarters, but I am sure that lady here has safe dorms as well, like all guests.”

Amy’s face gained the colour of her hair. The wall matched the drapes one could say. “Wait” she finally asked “You said something terrible happened?”

The princess nodded “One of the court mages was found dead in a cellar. Absolutely massacred. A work of a mercenary no doubt.” she said “And guards didn’t see anybody leaving so they are still around.”

A silent moment emerged. Nymsya examined the princess. She donned the dress and wore a light brigandine. She was not taking any chances. Nymsya wondered what the prince is doing if his bride is running around and making sure her staff is alright.

“Anyways, I’ve got more people to check, orders to give. Stay safe and get out of here in a few minutes, we will be sealing this section of the castle soon.” the princess said and strolled off with her guards.

And so their bathtime fun was cut short. Both took a quick bath and strolled through the castle. Nymsya confessed to Amy she didn’t have a bedroom secured for them, but Amy just giggled and led the way.

They entered a chamber. Amy went first and slowly crept about. It was a poor man’s chamber but situated in the royal section. Nymsya was confused why it was so poorly decorated yet composed of three rooms. And then there was a weird animalistic odor in the bilecik escort air.

And then she saw him.

There in the bedroom sitting on a chair and partly tied to it. A piece of cloth covering his eyes. A boy barely an adult. And his pants around his ankles, hand all over his business. The royal stableboy. She saw him before. He seemed odd. And here he is, in a self tied restraints, trying to abuse his imagination.

Amy was quick. Before he heard something, she yanked his free hand back and tied it to the chair as well. A yelp escaped his mouth. “well well, if it isn’t Gary abusing himself again.” she said out loud and laughed. The boy grew red in face, rapidly approaching the colour of Amy’s hair. She gently tapped his face with her nails. “I didn’t know you had this in mind when you invited me over before the dinner. What would your master think were he see you like this?” she asked and signed to Nymsya to stay quiet.

“A…Amy?” Garry asked “Is that you? Get…Get me out of this thing!” he struggled and rocked the chair.

But Amy was having none of them and grabbed him firmly by the shoulders, pinning him down. “You are going nowhere mister”

Ever so slowly Amy disrobed. She looked from Garry to Nymsya and threw her clothes over his shoulders and his lap. Last she pulled of her linen panties and pushed them against his mouth.

She bent over and whispered something to him.

Nymsya got the hint and leaned against her, her knee in between Amy’s legs. Her hands quickly grasped around Amy’s torso and her own body pushed her down slightly. Fingers pressed the small but firm breasts and a soft moan escaped Amy’s lips into the boy’s ear.

She rubbed her leg against the ginger girl’s nether region and enjoyed the warmth her body was giving her back. The girl braced against manisa escort Garry’s shoulders.

“Is…is somebody else in here?” the boy asked suddenly.

Nymsya let out a loud laugh and pushed Amy into the boy, following right behind her, landing one of her hands on her lovely behind and the other on her hair. Amy hooked one of her hands across the boy’s lap to help her stay in place, while Nymsya let out a few spanks across the butt of hers. Amy also felt the boy’s manhood pushing against her abdomen, but in her situation, the best she could do was rub against it with the spanks.

But soon, the demoness’s fingers were rubbing across her private regions, up and down, feeling up the wetness and spreading it around.

Amy felt the boy’s tongue touch her breast in an attempt to get his share, but she ignored him. She didn’t have the mental stability to help him. Instead she focused on the fingers feeling her up, the pleasure they brought with them, the apparent heat they were spreading all across her cunt and before she could stop it, one of them was entering her.

Slowly, gently Nymsya’s middle finger was pushing inside the warm and wet hole of Amy that she so desired. When she was inside to around a knuckle, she started probing around. Feeling the various parts, moving the other fingers and rubbing them on top meanwhile. Amy’s moans and motions of her hips were her rewards. But then she stopped and pulled herself off the hand.

She turned around and sat on the lap of the boy. She wiggled her hips some, and then she called the demoness back in. This time, Amy spread her legs wide and hooked them behind the boy’s knees.

Nymsya came closer and kissed the girl. She traveled down, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her bare small breasts. She toyed with her pink nipples. Bit them, licked mersin escort them, pulled on them. But finally, she moved downwards. Leaving a trail of kisses across her stomach, she finally found the prize.

Ever so slowly she continued kissing across the already wet pussy of the girl, but passing by it onto her thighs, only to return unexpectedly, only this time with just the tongue. Flicking and pushing, she followed her labia, moved in sync with the movement of the hips. She moved up. She found the clit and circled it. It was small, but very firm. The girl moaned in response. Nymsya sucked the clit with her lips for a few seconds, before her hand joined in on the fun. Slowly she moved two fingers across the entrance into her hole of pleasure and circled with them. Her tongue followed suit and soon the hips of the girl did too. Nymsya took a good look at her lover’s face and pushed in.

The fingers entered. They slid in easily. She wiggled them around the walls and continued licking at all the folds the girl’s fame had to offer.

The girl squirmed. The fingers danced. They went in deeper and then pulled back. The girl moaned. The fingers glided in again, deeper this time, with more force. Her tongue wouldn’t stop. And so wouldn’t the moans. The boy moaned too. Nymsya reached under Amy’s butt with her other hand and found his dangling balls squished behind it. She grasped them. Then she moved up. Her fingers met another one’s fingers. Amy’s hand was twisted behind her and gently rubbing whatever she could reach. Their hands met and together they rubbed the young boy’s hard cock.

Meanwhile Amy’s juices flowed out onto Nymsya’s freshly washed body. Her neck was practically covered in them and so was her hand. She added a third finger and the girl’s hips got into a rhythmic movement. With every move came a moan, louder than the one before. The girl took a lot but, in the end, she finally came all over the demoness’s invading hand. At the same time, she could feel the boy’s manhood tremble and shoot its load into Amy’s palm.

Nymsya stood up and used her wet hand to grasp the girl’s neck and press it tightly. She kissed her on her lips and bit into her tongue.

Now she was hers.

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Ch.14 : Downfall Of A Barbarian King

A new message was sent to the wizard Aribor in Bricas. He had responded to the name of Remzain, he could do no other. A meeting with beautiful Remzain was arranged. She went with Pelancirian guards in plain clothing, to stay nearby, but at some distance, so as not to alarm the Grumandrian wizard.

Aribor looked very different from the frightening barbarian sorcerer he had been when she had first been made subject to his contract on the day of the conquest. He had taken to washing, in the Shalirionite fashion. His hair, still long and greying had been cut to tidier length, and had been dyed to turn the natural greys into softer brown. He wore not the dark robe of a sorcerer of Grumandria and currently bore no arms or armour on his person. He had chosen lighter coloured robes of Shalirionite style, yellow and orange with white patterns. His formidable moustache had been manicured and he was completely beardless. It surely did appear that he had taken to many of the ways of Shalirion and Bricas, where he now resided.

They greeted each other respectfully at arm’s length, despite the physical intensity which had once passed between them. Both, perhaps for different reasons, seemed in awe of each other.

To her questions he explained his behaviour at Bricas and said he was more humane and sensible now. “I see the spell I was under with Guthelm and Valdark, but now I am reluctant to use my darkest arts. I no longer serve Guthelm. I realise the errors and the evil of our ways. Neither do I serve King Charlerion. I do not see why Charlerion should depose Guthelm and take over Grumandria. I think Grumandria should remain Grumandrian, but I do not see who should rule. I suppose it might be possible for Charlerion to carry it out, but it is no business of mine.

“Remzain there is only one deal I might do with Charlerion for his aid, and that would involve him giving you back to me. I do not see him doing that because you are very beautiful and he will want to keep you. I know this.”

“I do not think he will do that,” said Remzain, knowing Charlerion would not, but feeling insecure at the thought that her master might use her as a bargaining counter to further his ambitions.

“I do not think you want to be returned to me either,” said Aribor, showing understanding which he would not have betrayed in his past life.

“No, I do not. Charlerion treats me well, and I have a passion for him, although I do not wish to see him control my homeland.”

The wizard deliberated momentarily, “Well, if he wants my support enough he could lease you to me. That is a deal I would do to offer my sorcerous assistance. Go back to him, tell him he could lease you for a period, or give me a once weekly access to your bedchamber. Will you do that for him and for me?”

A naughty smile crept over her face. To defeat the scourge of Grumandria, to satisfy her master Charlerion, and to reward Aribor for his changed ways she might just do this. A deal might be possible. Charlerion had used her with his friends and lovers in his orgies. He might not be averse to using her in this way, as long as it was not made into a public spectacle.

“Charlerion has given me permission to strike such a bargain with you before I came here. I do this on his behalf, after all. He will not give me up for a period of time, as he wants me in his own bed and at his own disposal much of the time, but he will allow you to have full use of me for one evening in each week of a full year starting from the present moment, as long as you work hard towards the task of removing Guthelm, by killing, or by some magic which might remove all his power permanently and leave the throne of Grumandria open to King Charlerion. You are guaranteed the full year whether or not we are successful in our venture, but its continuation will only be allowed if you are successful in removing Guthelm or have had a significant part to play in his downfall by then. In the event of success you may claim another second year of weekly access. My master Charlerion will have control over where I may be on his business, but you will be guaranteed access to me on one regular weekly night. It will be up to you to be at my side on that evening wherever I may be You must leave me no later than 1 o clock of that night, and you may sometimes choose not to be at my side if you are engaged in your mission or are travelling elsewhere.”

“I can agree to that, Remzain. I desire very much to have you again. I don’t owe Charlerion anything, and I do not do any of this for him. I see this as a way to end the chaos of Guthelm. That is why I can accept this task. But it is our agreement which enables me to enter the risks and challenges of this task. It is my necessary reward.

“Can we begin our agreement now?”

“Yes we can, if that is your wish. We have clinched the deal. But first let us shake hands to seal this deal,” she insisted.

They both stood and came forward to meet in the middle, extending their right hands. At first touch they both felt the power and significance muğla escort of this contract, even though Aribor employed no magic in this contact. They kept their hands together. He was unwilling to break the contact. Finally after minutes in which they surveyed each other, she broke the contact. The deal was sealed, and now it was about to be sealed again in a more physical way. She unclasped her Animarian dress at the shoulder and turned.

“Please, unclip me,” she invited him.

He reached to her back and unclipped her. The dress fell away to reveal her slender and beautiful flesh. There remained undergarments. “Help me,” she invited. As pants fell down her legs, he spun her round to unbutton the front of the undercloth. Her nakedness was fully revealed, as wondrous as before. She had lived well these last months in the new palace of her master, but her relative youth had preserved her beauty intact. He surveyed her as crudely as he had before, but now the contract was one of equals, of free choice, despite her subjugation to Charlerion.

The ‘Old’ Aribor in Animar: Guthelm’s Servant

He entered the village, after the rebels had been put to the sword. Bodies of menfolk lay all over the village green. Eyes gouged out, stripped of their armour, and brutally executed. The soldiers divided the spoils. The village women, young and old were the only people left alive. Soldiers argued over which women they could have.

Aribor laughed at them when some soldiers started fighting each other over the pretty women. “Stop fighting you idiots. Save that for the King’s battles! If you want the same women toss a coin between you or take your turns. That is the best way, better than losing your legs or your head over a pretty woman. There are plenty to be had, enough for us all.”

He watched the soldiers take the women into the huts. Some of them shared the pretty ones at the same time, but others were unwilling to be watched while they took their pleasurable rewards.

Seeing the men take the women put the sorcerer in a lustful mood. He decided to see if he could find a woman or two. As he looked at the unselected women he realised quickly that the best looking women had been selected. The women remaining were old or unattractive in some way. These villagers were careworn and haggard by hard work and by the trials of the recent weeks of rebellion. Most of them looked older than they probably were, but this life brought them down. There were none here who appealed to Aribor as they were. He was used to fresher or more attractive ‘meat’. But Aribor was a sorcerer, a very experienced sorcerer. There were spells that could use the essence of a woman and bring back her youth temporarily. There was a cost, because the woman so used could be left weakened by the borrowing back of the years, and would return to age again within hours or days depending on the strength of the spells. The woman could be aged by the experience or would take longer to recover. The very old might die when they returned to age, from the effort of their restoration. Aribor cared not for the lives of these women. They were rebels and enemies of his King, bound now only for subservience for the rest of their lives. They might die sooner or later. It mattered little which. All of them, loyal subjects or rebels, Grumandrian or foreigner, soldier or wizard, all would die sooner or later. That made all the more reasons for him to enjoy life, when it offered any pleasure, whenever he could find it, and to live his life for the present. In an uncertain world no one could guarantee a safe future. He pledged to take the most pleasure from life when he could.

He surveyed the women. Old and haggard as they might mainly be, he did not particularly feel attracted to the younger ones amongst them, but some of the older ones had bone and flesh structures which appealed much to him. He used his insight to imagine them younger, and found a number of them much to his liking. He ordered some of the soldiers to keep a number of his favourites for him while he selected one older lady to work on. Now the fighting was over he found he relished his period of reward. He led her to a house and began his magic without further ado.

Grumandria

Lord Nathor was the Lord of lands in Grumandria. He had ridden to war for his King. He had blood on his hands for the service he had given. He and his men had killed opponents in the borderlands and the other lands of Animar, and now they saw service in distant Shalirion where his King sought pillage and conquest. He had been here some time now, and not all campaigns were proving successful. The Shalirionites were putting up more resistance than at first, and had even managed to defeat Guthelm in the Cromil valley. He missed his wife and children. He requested Guthelm to be allowed to return home to sort affairs out and see his family. Guthelm, in a rare moment of charity, did give his servant leave to return home for a period, to set his affairs in order. He returned to his homeland in high expectation, ordu escort hoping to find that all was well and his wife and children well looked after and prospering for the services he had been giving for his people and his King. He found marauders and local sherrifs had corrupted his villagers and tenants, screwing the villagers with no recourse to law and order. Some of his villains had been unjustly hung for treason. He was angry.

“When will we persuade the King to bring real justice?” complained Lord Nathor’s brother, who had stayed to manage his brother’s lands.

“The King will never bring justice,” said Lord Nathor angrily. “He does not have justice in him. I have served him for a long time and I know him and what he is capable of. He cares nothing for justice. He is the problem. We need a new King!”

Lord Nathor had decided it was time to talk to other nobles. He began to bring some others who were like minded together. Some surely thought it was indeed time to confront the King and began to discuss certain possibilities!

The Wizards : Aldareg and Eramzel

Wizard Eramzel learned that members of his family had been executed by King Guthelm in revenge for disputing their feudal dues, rents and taxes. The local people said the rents and dues were too much to bear, and when they refused to pay the additional amounts Guthelm had sent his soldiers to collect. Eramzel had come to his fellow wizard Aldareg to share his horror and despair.

“I know we have all done wrongs in the name of our King, and we have been rewarded handsomely for our work,” declared Eramzel, “but the King does not seem to know who his allies are. He sees enemies everywhere, and has them slaughtered for little reason. He wastes his own people. I tell you, when I heard this news of my family something has changed in me. I will not work for him any more.

“Aldareg, I would never have said anything against our King before, but he is not leading us well. He even slaughters his own people. My servant came to me from Grumandria, a refugee from our village, which has been given to other Knights. When he came to me he stammered and cried, and I could not reach the full sense out of him, so I made search spells, and read his mind, and saw for myself what he had seen. Screams of terror as the soldiers searched the village. They brought everyone out to the village green and raped the women while the men were beheaded cruelly, without any attempt at a swift end. I saw all my brothers slain while their wives were raped in the same place. Then the wives were sliced open and left to bleed. I was relieved that my parents are long since dead, that they should not have to witness this. The children? I do not know. Probably they were drafted into the hostels, the males to become soldiers for the King, the girls to become serving girls. Many bondsmen were turned into slaves that day, all because they could not produce enough for the King.

“None of the King’s officers ever thought, ‘here is the family of a Wizard, a loyal servant of the King. They did not consider my position in the Kingdom.”

Eramzel was well known for his own cruelty, but clearly Aldareg saw that lines had been crossed, by the King. Many wizards no longer had family, but clearly Eramzel was not one of those. He had kept his links with his original home, and had seen his people as being part of Guthelm’s Kingdom. He had fought for Guthelm, and Guthelm had fought for his people, to enrich and provide for them. So why did the King now turn against his own, and why so cruelly and ruthlessly? He thought of his brothers and sisters, his nephews and nieces, so cruelly butchered and so casually used. Eramzel had saved those cruelties for enemies of Grumandria, not for the people of Grumandria. How could he now serve a King who could so casually sanction the gruesome murders of his own people. Being a powerful wizard Eramzel had seen it for himself through the eyes of his terrified servant.

“I know you have expressed some dissatisfaction with the campaigns Guthelm has done recently and the methods he has been using, his mismanagement of this war in Shalirion. I thought I could talk to you without fear, about what has happened to my family,” said Eramzel.

“Have no fear Eramzel,” said Aldareg. “You are a fellow sorcerer. We have been colleagues for many years and I owe you a loyalty. In these times it is true our King has not been leading us well. He has grown soft, in that he will no longer fight his own battles, but gladly sends others to their deaths. He has shown a lack of judgement in recent campaigns. His justice has been unjust.

“Our atrocities at Bricas were fun, but pointless. We achieved nothing of tactical value, except to inspire fear. Our campaign up the Cromil valley showed we were not ready to venture there and we have succeeded not in conquering, but in provoking resistance.

“I hear your reports from our homeland and I hear many other stories of chaos and exploitation at home. We are like a nation tearing itself osmaniye escort apart, over lands, money, pillage, women. We have lost our way, just as Guthelm has lost his way. Perhaps we do need new leadership. I have thought it myself, I will admit.”

“You have lost no family, I presume Aldareg?’ asked Eramzel.

“Not by Guthelm. I was not popular in my family. I was like the black sheep of my family. My older brother was a bully to me and I must confess that I killed him when he drove me too far. I took his wife, but left her as I advanced in my sorcerous arts. My parents died in civil wars at the time when Guthelm conquered and reunited our land. I had good reason to be loyal to Guthelm for many years, but, as I say, the King has lost his way. He is no longer a suitable leader for Grumandria. He is not even a capable leader. When we took Cromilil I thought it a masterstroke, but it has proved a trap, and a wasted opportunity. Our army has been wasted, and we have created resistance amongst the Shalirionites. He has given much away to the Pelancirians.

“King Charlerion has been far more impressive. He is carving something out of Shalirion which will last. He is treating the Shalirionites honourably so they will serve him. His tactics will succeed in Shalirion better than Guthelm’s. His own homeland follows him loyally, whereas we of Grumandria eat each other and waste our own potential.”

“I take it that you are dissatisfied with our King, but who is there who could lead our land better?” asked Eramzel, relieved to find that his comrade no longer seemed to support the wayward King.

“I have been putting some thought to this recently. There are some Lords who would make a better king than Guthelm. Most of them would be less cruel, more diplomatic, and all would rule more effectively if they were sufficiently supported, but none of them would have legitimacy. They would represent their own possessions, but would have enemies in other parts of the Kingdom. There would inevitably be squabbles, fighting , civil war. The disunity would make us weaker still, unless these Lords could come together in alliance and choose a suitable one of their number to stand above them and create unity.”

“The normal way,” said Eramzel, “Is to pass the throne to the next in line; then there is legitimacy and acceptance. But none of Guthelm’s sons have any good qualities, and most of them have already been killed by their father.”

“The Shalirionites do not have lords in the way we do, but they do have an Empire with a succession. But the Empress does not rule. She is a figurehead. They have a council to rule in her name. The councillors are reputable citizens who are elected to represent towns, cities and country provinces. They elect leaders amongst themselves and may take turns in running the government of their Empire.”

As Aldareg spoke Eramzel was thinking that he could see admiration in Aldareg for the Shalirionite methods. “Well Aldareg I have to admit that ‘civilised’ and complex as the Shalirionite method of government may be it certainly has compromise built into it, which seems to be something we are unable to find in the selection of our own King and government.”

“Yes we know for sure that to select a new leader in Grumandria will involve civil war, whatever we do and whoever we support,” said Aldareg. “Eramzel, now that you approach me with your concerns and feelings, I will tell you that I have been approached by Pelancirian spies. You will breathe no word of this to the other wizards, unless they can be trusted to keep secrets, will you?”

“Of course not Aldareg. We speak in confidence — complete confidence. We have both already said many things to each other, which could result in accusations of treason, but we are honourable wizards and we are only speaking hypothetical words at this time. What do these spies say?”

“They bring offers and suggestions from King Charlerion. He too has had enough of King Guthelm’s leadership and is willing to talk to some of us about the possibility of replacing our King,” said Aldareg. Eramzel breathed a sigh of exclamation, perhaps of horror, of fear, or of determination. One thing was clear, their conversation had developed into something that neither wizard could ever forget. They both knew they trod a fine line in the brutal ‘politics’ of Grumandria. But they trusted each other as fellow wizards and there were probably others who might be trusted, but not all. Eramzel was betrayed and angry enough to do something about his wild King, and Aldareg had also gone far enough down this road now not to turn back. Whatever would transpire from this they would discuss it together and come to agreement upon what they chose to do.

“What did they suggest?” asked Eramzel.

“They said King Charlerion is wondering if there is a suitable Grumandrian candidate who has a good chance of having sufficient support and would be willing, one who would be able to be a good ally and partner to Pelancir, and would work with Pelancir to conquer Shalirion. He would be willing to assist someone who was suitable. Another alternative would be for King Charlerion to be promoted as a King for Grumandria, to rule the dual Kingdoms in peace and alliance. He would be fair to Grumandrian rights and traditions, as a way of creating a peaceful transition from Guthelm to prosperity and the rule of law, guaranteed by a strong King.

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The Wedding

The next week was pure chaos. Gone were the banquets and meetings of dignitaries, instead, there were wedding preparations, rehearsals, and learning the customs of the ceremony of Oliver’s world. The only comfort I could find was Oliver was working as hard as I was. Helena was having us do a hybrid wedding with the traditions from Earth blending with the traditions of their world. My nights were no better as my shock and excitement had been replace with fear and doubt. Lara slept next to my bed as I couldn’t sleep without at least two or more nightmares causing me to scream in my sleep. After the second time of her running into my room ready to kill, she slept next to me as to help wake me, and calm me down.

My nightmares were worse than ever. I saw Oliver leaving me at the alter for another woman, never coming, not being there, leaving me, sending me back to Earth alone, without Lara by my side. A few I witness him killed before our wedding and thus I was sent back to Earth heartbroken and alone. Exhaustion was getting the better of me, but I refused to let anyone know, as I was sure my nightmares were triggered by the stress of the wedding. However, Lara did go behind my back and had Iman give me something to help me sleep the night before the wedding that blocked the nightmares. I won’t lie, it might the one time I wasn’t angry with her for not listening to me.

The day of the wedding was even more stressful and chaotic than I could have ever imagined. It started with a fight with Ibarra and Lilja about my dress and Lara’s dress, which I won. Then it was a fight with the bathing. Why they want me to shave my sex I’ll never understand as I insisted on keeping my pubic hair. ‘I must remember to ask Oliver about this, or perhaps Helena one day.’ Once I was dressed, I let them apply my make-up, then I had them apply Lara’s make-up. Soon, we are dressed, painted, and as Ibarra was putting my veil and comb into my hair. Queen Helena walked in wearing a beautiful silver gown. I felt she had worn it to match my dress

“Oh Alexis, you look so beautiful.”

“Thanks,” I said smiling.

“And Lara,” said Helena, “your father would be so proud of you. I wish he were here to see you.”

“As do I my Queen,” said Lara.

“Ladies, may I have a few minutes alone with Alexis,” Helena asked.

“Of course My Queen,” said Lara escorting Ibarra and Lilja out of the room and closing the door.

Helena touched my veil and said, “Such a düzce escort strange tradition to cover your face as if they are trying to hide you.”

“Kind of is,” I said. “Part of it has to do with forcing the man to commit to his bride in the case of an arranged marriage, and part was because when a man wanted a bride, he’d kidnap her from a neighboring tribe and cover her head with a blanket so she couldn’t see where she was being taken. It’s also a symbol of modesty and purity. Oliver said to wear what would make me happy, and I chose this because it reminded me of the pictures of my mother when she married my father.”

“Then that’s what really matters,” she said. “But I have a gift for you. I remember you told me about the gifts new couples receive from family and friends and I wanted to give you something that was given to me when I married Oliver’s father.”

She handed me a small box that felt like crushed velvet. Inside was a necklace with a large blue stone in the center, it looked like a 10 carrot sapphire. “Oh Helena,” I gasped. “It’s beautiful!”

“All I ask is you wear it today,” she said.

“I can’t take this,” I said.

“You must,” she said. “The mother of the male child gives his life-mate a gift to show her support. It must be something that was once hers. Besides, you told me you lacked something blue and this will meet that requirement. This was mine, and I want you to have it.”

“Thank you,” I said smiling. “Can you help me put it on?”

“Of course,” she said and quickly stood up, grabbed the necklace, and put it around my neck.

The necklace was heavy. I felt it pulling on my neck and pressing on my chest. Helena kissed my cheek and pulled my veil over my face. “My son is so lucky to have someone like you, and now, to have you to become his wife, it’s a dream come true. Our people will be very lucky to have you as their Princess, and one day, as their Queen.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I hope I don’t disappoint everyone.”

“Nonsense, I’ve seen joy from so many just by you entering a room. Now come, it’s time for you to become a real princess,” she said and led me out of my room.

We walked down the hallways, Lara right behind us. Ibarra and Lilja had already gone to the ceremony. Soon, we were in our staging area, and Helena said, “I need to take my seat, but I’ve asked someone to stand in for your father and escort you down to Oliver. I know your own edirne escort father could do it, Oliver shared with me about your family. I hope you don’t mind, but when I mentioned to him about your traditions, he wanted to be there for you. I hope it’s all right.”

I smiled and said, “Thank you, who is it?”

“Me,” said a deep voice that was vaguely familiar.

I turned to see Ambassador Quez smiling at me. “Ambassador Quez?”

“I know I am not your father, nor am I from your world, but we do not get to be in our daughter’s ceremonies as they often do not have such formal ceremonies. Since I only have sons, three fine sons, and you have no father, maybe I could step in for him in on just this one occasion. That is, if you do not mind.”

“I do not mind at all,” I said fighting the urge to cry. “Thank you.”

“It is my honor,” said Ambassador Quez.

Queen Helena left and I took one of Ambassador Quez’s arms as we wait. Soon, Lara left us and we wait, alone. Maybe it was his presence but my levels of fear and panic were much lower than I anticipated.

“Prince Oliver is very lucky to have such a strong and beautiful creature to be his life-mate. Don’t let those who wish to bring you down, make you doubt yourself. Prince Oliver chose you above all others. One day, they will see what he sees.”

I smiled and said, “Thank you.”

The doors opened and the most beautiful music filled the air. Ambassador Quez and I slowly walked down the aisle. The room was filled with all kinds of creatures, some I’d met and some I hadn’t. I saw Lara smiling at me and then I saw Oliver. Even though my veil I could see his clothes. He was wearing what looked like a white tuxedo with silver trim. I was sure it was more of what he’d wear from his world, and yet it reminded me of what he would have worn in mine. His brown eyes shined at me and soon, we were standing in front of the guests. Ambassador Quez shook his hand, then placed my hand into his, and stepped away. Oliver raised my veil and gasped. I’m not exactly sure why, but I didn’t care. He led me forward and the ceremony began.

Our first kiss as husband and wife, Prince and Princess, was soft and gentle. Cheers echo from the room and I knew it was not a dream and I was now his wife. Just an hour ago, I was just plain old Alexis Perry, a schoolteacher from Earth. I stood here now as Princess Alexis, wife of Prince Oliver, and future queen elazığ escort of a world I didn’t even know existed two short years ago. We left the ceremony and entered another large room. I saw tables, plates of food, and what I would call a dance floor. After we ate a fine meal, Oliver led me to the dance floor. Soon, music filled the air, and I recognized it from my iPod. It was Journey’s “When You Love a Woman.” It was the same song that Mr. Jarvis sang the night Oliver came back and proposed to me. Oliver’s smile told me he wanted it clearly known this was how he felt about me. We moved across the floor gracefully. I felt his ring press against my fingers as he held my hand and we glided across the floor. The best part was when Oliver surprised everyone, especially me, by singing the last line of the song, “You see your world inside her eyes.”

I gasped and hugged him tightly as the room filled with cheers and applause. Later, Oliver was dancing with the Queen and I was dancing with Ambassador Quez. This was followed by more dancing and celebrations. It felt like the night would never end. I was sure this wasn’t part of their traditions, but mine. Yet here they were, Oliver’s family, Oliver’s friends, Oliver’s people, dancing and making me feel special, important, and loved. It was a feeling I’d only felt at the end of the school year when my students were leaving to move on to another grade, or another school, and I knew I wouldn’t see them again anytime soon, but they made sure I know how much they loved me. The difference was now I knew, they weren’t leaving, they were entering. Helena’s words about quieting those who gossiped about me echoed through my mind.

Suddenly, I knew, that this was what the vision of my mother and Mandy were trying to tell me. I was destined to be a wife, a mother, and one day, a queen. I knew my future with Oliver would be bright, and when the time comes, we will become King Oliver and Queen Alexis. Perhaps one day, Earth can join the federation that we are a part of, maybe not during my reign, but during the reign of our children, or grandchildren. I had finally found true happiness, with a man who traveled across the galaxy in search of that one, his life-mate, his true love, his soul mate, and found all of those in me. I wasn’t sure what I did to deserve such a wonderful man, but I really didn’t care, what I cared about his making him happy, and being the queen he believed I could be, one day. I knew with him by my side, I could be.

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I wish to thank all of you for sticking with me until the end. I know that in the future I won’t post such short chapters on this site. I hope you liked the tale of Alexis & Oliver. I may one day come back and post more including what happens with their children.

~NymphWriter

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