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Rachel’s Shaved Pussy chapter 1

Yes, I know it doesn’t work like this. None of it works like this. Guess what? It’s a fantasy! On that basis, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
There will be further chapters to follow, chronicling the adventures of both Rachel and Kirsty in the world of sex…

Devil’s Island CH 2

This is a long story about several women and their fates. Not all is fantasy but based on personal experiences as a Master. Some is clearly pure fantasy, which is which is up to the reader to decide.

H.I.S. Storm

The dark blue of the room ran across his face, freshly trimmed beard, intense eyes, he ran his hands over his thighs and adjusted in his seat. A question in his mind.
She was trembling inside, the sounds of her own pulse in her ears, drowning her thoughts.
“Come here baby girl.”
She came as instructed, crawling on all fours, reaching her destination to languish at his side. She rested her head on his lap.
They were quiet together, her kneeling, him stroking her hair, her breathing in his scent, dancing with anticipation within, the thunder outside.
She wanted to see his dick, to understand what rattled underneath his stillness, then his firm grip in her hair.
“Open your mouth baby girl.”
She did. Slowly, eyes closed, perched at his feet. She heard him taking himself out of his pants, a low grunt, a shift in gravity. His smooth dick sliding across her lips, painfully slow.“You want that baby?” teasing.
She nods her head yes, his thumb harsh over her tongue, the distinct taste of him, her face being squeezed.
A slap, the stinging, the hot tingling left behind, his rigid, pulsing cock sliding down her throat smooth and slow.“Baby girl, do as instructed. Just listen to my voice”
She had no choice, pressure building in the back of her throat as he pushed further back into her mouth, her gag reflex finally giving in, she tries to come up for air, she is met with his large hand palming the back of her head.“Stay down.” – his voice more steady, “take it”…..sliding deeper still, her ribs heave, saliva rolling down his member, then her chin, his slow powerful pumps in and out, innnn and out, nice and easy, her heavy panting through her nose.
A moan from him, elicits a moan from her and he picks up the pace, steady and hard, fucking her mouth with care. A slap on her tits, right than left and then a hand around her throat, she is pulled in between his thighs.
Faster now, he is pumping, her mouth is his pussy, she is consumed, choking helplessly on her own spit, fighting through her lack of oxygen, panic rising.
He looks down at her reddening face, hardens beyond what he thought possible, she opens her eyes for a second and meets his gaze, she melts at the dark fires she sees there, his muscles stiffen at her anxiety.
He snatches her mouth off of him, before it is too late, before he breaks her neck or she faints or he rumbles and cums so far down her throat he won’t have the pleasure of seeing himself claim her in thick white steaks.
She is gasping, he smacks her hard, her face on the carpet, his hands pressing her down, the itchy burn of the floor scratching her cheek.
“You like sucking dick slut? Hmm, you like choking on your daddy’s dick.You like that shit?“Yes, daddy.” She meant it.
It ends him.
He keeps her face pinned to the carpet. The lighting clashes like a fierce symbal. The light strobes around them. His little girl sprawled on the floor, face ruined, squirming under the pressure of his hands, hands that are now mauling every inch of her.
His breasts, his pussy, his wet little mouth, his jiggling thighs, his soft lower belly, all belongs to him, all his, he turns her over to see more her heavy breasts, her own leftover spit sliding down her tits in streams, he grabs them hard, she lets out something between a grunt and a moan.
He snatches her legs apart and positions himself in between them one hand on her throat, the other stroking the head of his own dick at the very sight of her, taking it in, he’d ask her if she wants it but he already knows, her wet swollen folds are already begging.
He taps on her pussy lightly, her thighs jump together out of instinct, he presses them down hard.“Keep them spread.”
She obeys, relaxing, belly trembling as he continues a manual pattering assault on her exposed cunt.
Moaning now, gritting her teeth, he doesn’t want to wait another second, he slides into her slowly, savoring her initial tightness, the thunder rumbles almost shaking the walls, the storm growing closer.
She is lost underneath him, pussy stretching to take him in, on the edge already, her clit swells, he knows her so well, that same thumb strums quickly over that spot, she wants to explode, to piss, she wants to scream, but he is already pounding, pushed as deep inside of her as he can manage, the pain rocks through her lower back, his hands angrily pulling at her hips, the carpet burning her ass.“Good girl, gooooood little girl.”
She lets it out now, a wail from deep within and he proceeds to destroy her, stroking furiously, pulling at her tight flesh, heavy testicles pressing into her wet pussy, he pulls her leg up over his shoulder, dick digging into her belly, burying himself inside of her, pulling out full length and crashing back inside again, relentless.
The storm is right over head and he is yanking so hard on her hair, her neck strains, her tits bouncing furiously responding to his rhythm, he’s close, so close, she knows it.
“Fucking little bitch, you fucking slut, you always give me what I want cunt, worthless little whore.” The words come out rapid fire.
He means it with love, she knows that, she reaches to stroke his back to show him she loves him too and he pins her wrists over head, growling and gasping now, his entire body tensed, he chokes out what he has been wanting to ask her all night.“Who do you belong to?”
She moans from deep within, unable to respond.
He is right on the edge, the lighting crashes, “Who do you belong to bitch!?” He barks.
“You daddy! I’m all yours, oh-my Go-“ a whimpering wail from her and he is cumming inside of her, power rushing through his system, every wound muscle releasing at once, he is pumping semen into her in streams, she can feel the hard spasms in his rigid cock, still painfully deep inside of her. He collapses on top of her eyes rolling to the heavens.
She smiles sweetly, holding onto him as he rides out the final waves of his orgasm, basking in him and their afterglow, listening to his heavy breathing and the passing storm outside.

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A cold evening on the campus

It was the middle of December, three days before the college broke for Christmas. The days had become really short, and if you lived in the middle of a concrete forest like I did, really cold. I was in second year then, having given the end semester examinations, and trying to enjoy the few days that remained before we all headed off for our homes. But one can only enjoy as much with an empty hostel, most of my mates having departed already inspite of the fact that college was still on. Not so for me, my parents would mail me the e-ticket right on the day the college closed.
Cursing my luck, I sat in the large hall, all mine now, the only remaining guy spending his time with his girlfriend in some secret location. I didn’t have a girlfriend back then, and sitting in the empty hall made me wonder if I should have tried harder to get one. And coupled with the cold, it made me feel horny as hell. As if to mock my predicament, a gaggle of girls (it’s geese I know, anyway) passed on the road outside the hostel, towards the college. I didn’t recognize them, and would have ignored them but for the fact that my nose chose to assert itself at that very moment. The resultant explosion drew their attention, and on inquiring, found me hastily wiping my nose. This caused them to erupt in fresh laughter,and they went on their way.”Bitches” I thought to myself, my mind conjuring up images of the girls naked on their backs, being fucked hard by my…..
The clock told me another hour had been deleted from my lonely existence. I was still sitting with a running nose, as alone as before. To make matters worse, I discovered that I was now sneezing at short intervals,and headed off to the medicine closet to get something. This done, I headed back to my room to freshen up, deal with the copious phlegm and decide what I’d do for the rest of the day. This took me another hour, for the sneezes proved to be too resilient for one tablet to work. WHen I was finally done, I decided, against better sense, to head to the college and see if anyone was around.
Informing the warden, I set off towards the almost desolate college, looking boring and somewhat haunted in the fading daylight. To add to this mysterious dimension was the presence of a single bike in the parking lot, the concrete expanse showing no other signs of recent use. More surprisingly, it was a girl’s bike, all pink and lavender, with a basket up front. Wondering which girl could be spending her time so fruitlessly (even the library had closed by now), I headed in, past the foreboding gate and the equally suspicious glance of the gatekeeper, into the main building.
Now our college was built in the 50s, when colonial architecture had gone out of fashion but artistic sense had not yet taken its place in the minds of architects. The result was a Soviet-style block of concrete that had narrow slits for windows, more for use as nesting places for birds than as inlets for light, let alone warmth. In my two years here. I had come to know the structure and its interior by heart, though each passage was as boring as the previous and the next, each staircase as dark and steep as the one in the next wing, and so on. I also knew that the staff would have headed off home or to the staff canteen by now, leaving the behemoth to brood by itself.
Passing through the lower part of the building, I decided to head towards the field, hoping to find someone, or at least something to do. The moment I stepped onto the grass, however, my body told me it was the wrong choice. Not only was I clad in simple sandals which left my feet at the cold mercy of tall dewy grass, but the vast expanse created a sort of Gobi desert where wind freely smashed into you, as if asking why you had dared to come at this hour. Add to it the totally empty field, and the college was starting to feel positively spooky.
I crossed the field double pace, my feet thoroughly drenched and my nose starting to protest again. So I was greatly relieved to replace the windy cold for the stony cold of the passages that opened onto the field. Fishing out my phone , I discovered the time to be around four, yet the place looked like something out of a medieval haunted castle. Finding the stony cold to be little better when it came to cheering one up, I picked up pace, deciding to head back home rather than humour the spirits that were surely wondering what this human was up to.
The pillars beside me began to whizz past as I covered the long passage. Reaching its end, I decided against taking a short cut through the building, instead going round, taking a sharp corner as I continued my lonely sojourn. I was walking so fast that my sandals were protesting, my breath coming in ragged gasps, all to keep my body warm. I was walking so fast,that I almost missed her.
I decelerated at a rapid pace, coming to stop two pillars ahead of where she half sat half against the pillar. Retracing my steps till I was standing a yard away, I realized she must be one of the freshers,for I could not recognize her. And if the chemistry textbook on her lap was any indication, she was not of my department either (I was in commerce).
For a brief while I stood there, wondering if the girl was at all alive, it being inconceivable that someone could sleep with the wind as it was. Evidently she was alive, for her chest rose and fell gently. Wondering whether I should wake her or not, I realized that there was about half an hour till the gate was locked, and she would likely have to spend the night here. Bending down beside her, I gently cleared my throat, making an odd sound as the cold had reached my throat. She didn’t respond, her features the same as before, her hair gently flying in the wind. I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped as an opportunity came to my mind.
I had no girlfriend, and it had been quite a while since I had felt a girl’s touch, or to be more precise, squeezed any tits. This one had a nice pair, the contours, inspite of being dulled by triple layers of bra, blouse and sweater, telling me that she must atleast be a C cup. Forgetting the deadlline completely, I watched mesmerized as the bulge on her chest rose and fell with her breathing, standing out at all times against her flat stomach and narrow waist, partly obscured by the book.
This sight was, even before I realized it, giving me a hard-on, and I couldn’t help but lean closer, close enough to feel her warm breath brush against my face, her black hair caressing my face, even as she slept in blissful ignorance. Inspite of this proximity to her face however, I found nothing very attractive about her bespectacled, slightly freckled face, my attention shifting again to her tits, which were now barely inches from my hungry hands. For a moment I held myself, my common sense stopping me from sinking my fingers into the soft bulge before me. If she woke, it would probably be the end of my studies here. On the other hand, if the wind didn’t wake her….
My index finger soon rested on her stomach, poking her gently. No response. I placed the same finger on her tits, taking care to balance myself lest I slip and fall on her. In this position I was at almost no risk, but I couldn’t feel anything either. Keeping an eye on her closed eyelids and making sure she was breathing as peacefully as before, I gradually placed two, three and then five fingers on the left side of her breasts, not daring to apply any pressure. Yet the very image of my hand resting squarely on her chest made me hard, making me throw caution to the winds as I went for more.
Shifting again while taking care not to press down, I was soon on top of her legs, both my hands placed on the tits, resting lightly but firmly on the heavily clothed mounds. I began to spread my fingers till they had encompassed her chest, touching each other, like two spiders getting ready to wrap round their prey. Still she showed no sign of waking, and I gathered the courage, aided by a nose that threatened to take the road of high morality should I waste too much time. Ensuring that my palms were at the base of her tits, I began to squeeze.
The tits had felt firm under my grasp, like heavy rubbery globes that were just meant to be mauled. My manhood pushing against my jeans, I squeezed harder, pushing my fingers deeper into her chest, eager to take in as much of the soft flesh as possible into my palm. Though the sweater proved to be an impediment, I soon found myself squeezing them as much as possible, loving the way the bouncy tits filled my hands and resisted my fingers as they invaded it. Suddenly I was aware of two eyes staring at me, then a shrill scream.
Hands were pushing against me, scratching me, desperate to get me off her. Her legs were kicking mine,. pushing me off balance and on top of her. I landed with softly on her, temporarily knocking the breath out of her. Ironically my landing was softened by the very tits she was trying to defend, trapping her and my hands underneath us. I freed mine first, pressing my hand against her mouth as my other tried to fend off her now free arms. This forced my to press further, allowing her to bite my fingers. In the position, I had no other option but to allow her hands to scratch and punch me, my free arm trying to free the other.
As I freed my hand however, she screamed again, making me realize that she needed to be silenced for good. Clambering up on her somehow (which incidentally pressed my knee into her rib cage) I landed a hard punch on the part of her torso available,followed by two on her heaving tits. I had no time to admire them , however, as she screamed a third time. Two slaps and another punch later though, she saw sense in closing her pouty lips. Silence descended again on the campus, with no sign of the watchman, yet. I clasped my hand on her face again. She couldn’t bite me this time, nor was she willing to take any more punches, instead she looked at me with the angriest expression she could muster.
Yet as one danger passed,another appeared : the sounds of the watchman’s stick could be heard in the distance. I realized that there was no time to reason with her,. and she must be hidden quickly. Letting her face go, I grabbed her long hair in my left arm, holding onto it while I got up with the other. She found herself dragged up by her hair, yelping and crying but not screaming. Relieved that she’d not yet heard the footsteps, I made her pick up her book, then dragged her to the nearest classroom. Locked. Damn the steps were getting nearer, and she heard them too. I saw her prepare to scream, and punched her again. Dragging her to the next room before she could recover, I found it unlocked,and thanking providence, threw her inside, closing the door just as the watchman entered the corridor we had been in.
My heart was in my mouth, as I pressed the girl against the wall of the dark room, replacing the hold of her hair with a hold on her mouth, the other hand keeping her hands at bay. The sounds got nearer, and it was all I could do to keep her from pushing me away and running. Closer and closer, as I prayed that he would not enter the room. She kicked me, and almost lost balance. I punched her again, as the man passed outside the door and moved on. Another punch quietened her, and i heaved a sigh of relief as the sounds became fainter. Relieved I collapsed against her, my mouth naturally coming close to hers. Before she could scream, my lips were on hers.
Shocked, she opened her mouth, allowing my tongue to dart inside, exploring her reluctant tongue in the warmth of her mouth. Her hands tried to push me away, as her teeth clamped down, making me howl in pain. Guessing the position, I swung my hand, colliding with something soft, feeling my tongue jerk in her mouth, even something warm touched my cheek and trickled down . My tongue was released, and it trapped hers, forcing it to play, her taste organ unable to prevent me from running all over it, then taste her cheeks and teeth, all the while she passively allowing the invasion of her mouth.
Meanwhile my hands had, almost on their own,sought out her tits, and soon placed themselves on the bulge, which was aided by her efforts to get me off her chest. She responded to this new outrage by intensifying her thrust on my hands, pulling and scratching them as they held her tits captive. I was finding it hard to hold onto her mouth as she tried to say something, shaking her head. The watchman having long gone, I took the luxury of letting her mouth go, and was relieved to find only weak protests come out of her oral cavity.
Yet the focus was now squarely on her tits, one hand mauling the mounds, squeezing as deep as the position would allow, the other starting to raise her sweater. The second task proved harder, and I pushed my hand inside it. I was greeted by warm flesh, which I intentionally pinched and scraped, making her whimper and squirm between me and the wall. Presently I came to an expanse of cotton, my hand hitting an obstruction on its way up. Readjusting my hand, I pushed between bra and blouse/sweater, and was rewarded with a big mound that I cupped in my eager hand. As she had shifted to scratching the hand that had penetrated her cotton defences, I used my free hand to hold her against the wall, giving me more room to maul her boob.
Using this extra room to poke her ribs with my knuckle, I proceeded to pull down the cotton cup, replacing soft cotton for softer flesh. More arousingly still, something hard and rubbery poked my fingers, making me imprison it between my thumb and forefinger, and give it a hard twist. She let out a squeal, her legs trembling under me as her struggles stopped and renewed with greater vigor, A harder twist, and she now shifted from begging me to let her go to letting go of her nipple.
Using the opportunity given by her weakened resistance, I grabbed her sweater and yanked it up, pushing up her blouse along with it. When it was held back by her armpits, I navigated my free hand to her other tit, yanking the bra down and exposing (though I could not see them) the tits in all their glory. Before she could protest, her nipples registered theirs by becoming hard, each half an inch long, and from what I could feel, quite puffy. I welcomed this by latching onto both with my fingers, pulling and twisting them as she pushed against me. This was followed by pulling the nips upwards, forcing them to take the weight of the heavy tits. Releasing one, I gently cupped the underside of the still imprisoned other boob, squeezing it softly, loving the soft underside of her tit.
Risking further scratching, I let go of her nipple, bending down instead. Using my nose to find her tit, I took in one nipple, sucking the soft nub, almost willing it to produce milk. Instead it produced sobs and whimpers from her, though the hand in my hair wasn’t pulling too hard. Wrapping my arms round her naked abdomen, I continued sucking her, alternating it with flicks with my tongue. The softer ministrations began to change the tenor of her voice, making it heavier and replacing the yelps with moans. The hand in my hair was actually stroking it now, pressing my head against her chest, wanting me to continue sucking her like a child.
I obliged, shifting from one tit to another, now sucking , now biting the soft tit, now forcing her tit into my mouth using my hand. She was pressing against me now, all pretense of resistance gone. Her tits were wet with my saliva, but she didn’t want me to stop,protesting when I did. Heedless of her protests, I kissed her again, full on the lips, and was surprised to find her kissing back, her arms holding onto my shoulders, her wet torso pressing against my chest, her body, invisible in the darkness, nevertheless expressing its desire to be taken.
My hands shifted to her jeans, pulling the belt till it was out of the way, before undoing the button and dragging down her jeans. She realized the progress I’d made only when th cold air touched her thighs, my fingers kneading the soft expanse of flesh. She pulled away from my lips, begging me not to fuck her. “Why not ? You want me, don’t you?” I asked, getting only silence in response. Yet when I resumed the tugging, she spoke in a soft voice “I’m a virgin.” Really ? I asked in my mind. Today was my lucky day!
Evidently she didn’t share my feelings, for she began pleading harder as I continued to pull them down, reaching her ankles soon. All she had on were her panties now. “Please, don’t take my virginity.”
“How will you stop me?” I taunted her, pushing one finger into her crotch, feeling the warm wetness of her vagina. Coating my finger in the soft wetness, using the liquid coating my finger as proof of her willingness, thrusting it against her nose. She remained silent. I pushed it into her mouth, and she reluctantly licked it, her tongue lapping up her own juices. But again she said “Please….” I could tell she was looking at me beseechingly, but the benefit of not being able to look into them allowed me to ignore her promises of not telling anybody if I let her go now. I replaced my finger at the warm wet crotch, poking it , loving the softness of her vulva.
In a flash, her panties were bunched round her thighs, and her bush,with the vagina concealed within, was exposed. I probed deeper, ignoring her pleas and occassional push, till I found her wet hole, parting the outer lips as I soaked in the wetness. She was sobbing quietly now,but I knew she would become aroused again if I started fucking her. Yet the position was too dificult, and we were too close to the door, so I decided to shift her.
She probably read it as a sign of my backing off, for I heard her heave sigh of relief. Taking a hold of her hand, I used the other to feel along the wall till I found the switchboard,and turning on switches at random, I waited as the tubelight flickered to light, showing me my victim for the first time in the room. She was in a mess, chunks of paint enmeshed in her hair, her top pulled up untidily and her fair skin exposed from tit to pussy and beyond. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were glistening, but I could also make out the damp spot in her panties , which was embarassing her.
My dick was getting as hard as obsidian in my pants, so I decided to free it. Her mouth opened in an O when she saw the size of it – 9 inches and a good deal thick. Truth be told I had never had sex with a girl before, having only been sucked once. Now I wanted a similar, if not better, performance from her. Advancing upon her, I grabbed her hair and, instead of the pull towards me that she expected, I pushed her to her knees, her poor bones hitting the floor with a thud. Now positioned before me with her eyes staring at me with a mixture of bafflement and fear, I ensured she was looking at my dick instead by holding it directly above her head. Moving further, I placed the dick directly above her head, taking out my phone and clicking a picture before she could object. Next I lowered my cock a little, using the long shaft to poke her in the o t face, clicking away at her intense discomfiture.
But my hormones were by now too high for me to continue clicking her, and I proceeded to fucking her. Brushing her hands away, I made it clear to her that she would be face fucked whether she liked it or not, which, if done well,I might consider as enough for the night. The stupid cunt believed me, allowing me to place the tip of my prick in her waiting mouth. I had loved her tongue on mine, but tongue on cock took it to an entirely different level. As her fleshy organ now began to lick the tip of my dick, I the tingling wet sensations spreading from the tip to my whole organ, heightening my pleasure. More pressure on her hair encouraged her to innovate, and she began to lick up and down my shaft, gently pulling the skin of my sacks into her mouth, before licking my balls and returning to my dick. If I had had only the sight of her pleasuring me, it would have sufficed, but the feeling of her tongue and lips on my dick was awesome beyond description.
She now shifted to the tip again, her lips wrapping like a red band round the tip, blowing hot breath onto my cock at short intervals. Gradually she took more and more of it into her oral hole, engulfing my dick in a warm wet orifice. Yet she stopped round half my dick, considering it impossible to go further. Frustrated, I grabbed to handfuls of her hair, pulling her head into my pubic hair, causing her tear stained eyes to widen in horror, depositing the tears I had spilled from her eyes, in my groin. I held her there for a few seconds but it must have seemed like an eternity to her. Had it not been for the fact that she was choking, I would have kept her in the position for much longer, In the event, I pulled out sufficiently to allow her to gulp in air,before pushing in again, face fucking her hard. From the tightness of her orifice, I could tell that I was penetrating deep into her throat, her gagging only increasing my pleasure.
I realized that if I continued to fuck her this way, I would cum in her throat. Unfortunately for her, I wanted to take her cherry, cumming in the hole that mattered. So I pulled out with great reluctance, allowing her to gulp in air as I backed off slightly, still admiring the saliva on my dick.
Yet when I showed no signs of letting her go, she began to plead again.
Checking to make sure the door was securely locked, I advanced upon her, too far gone to bother about her mumbling entreaties, which turned to screams when I grabbed her waist, pushing her onto the nearest bench. She prompty sat up, trying to get off the cold wood, trying to kick me away. Unfortunately for her, one of the kicks landed on my balls, giving her a momentary advantage, but earning her two hard slaps which knocked her back onto the bench. Grabbing her legs, I made short work of her panties (her jeans had fallen off), and pulled her legs wide apart, forcing her to face the reality that she would be raped. “You might as well enjoy it. ” I whispered to her. pressing in the point.
Predictably, this brought forth another volley of pleas and kicks, the latter no longer effective as I was standing inches from her exposed honeypot. As for her pleas, they got louder and shriller as I poked her pussy with my dick, my dick fully hard thanks to her effort. If she had asked me to be gentle with her , I might have complied, but she kept up her “virgin” banter, interspersed by the sobs which served as a visual aphrodisiac for my cock.
She was trying to get up again, and this time I didn’t stop her. Instead, I grabbed her arms, pulling her towards me, till she was sitting on the desk, her tear stained face filling my vision. Holding her with one hand, I pushed the other between the folds of her pussy, feeling for her clit. This made her plead some more, but I could tell she was getting aroused again, her pleas becoming shorter and huskier. Encouraged, I changed the angle of my hand, while the other positioned her legs round my waist. Discovering her clit, I gently touched it, making her jump, yet become wetter still. Her eyes were closed now, allowing me to concentrate on rubbing her hole as imaginatively as I could, pushing as many as four fingers into the sopping lips, but taking care to stay away from her maidenhead.
The effort gave fruit soon, her mouth now opening only to emit moans of increasing intensity, her arms holding onto my shoulders for support as she again found herself at the mercy of her sexual nature. Yet I could not go on like this forever, especially when my dick suddenly touched her thighs, causing me to almost cum in excitement. Removing my hand, I replaced it with my hand, poking gently at her hole. Yet she made no complaint now, her eyes closed still. I could wait no more, reaction or no reaction. I applied more pressure, forcing my dick just inside her folds, then deeper still, till I reached a block. Her cherry.
Her eyes snapped open, her face showing confusion as her mind fought between continuing the pleasurable experience and protecting her virginity. I enjoyed it, her mouth expressing confused words even as her pussy was fully prepared to take me in. Finally I saw the confusion clear. In a small voice, she said, “Please don’t.” I slammed in.
It’s hard to describe the feeling of slamming into a virgin, an aroused virgin yet a scared virgin. As I filled her completely, her hole wrapped me like a tight glove, almost squeezing me as it tried to accommodate a man for the first time. Her eyes, wide in shock, only egged me on as I pushed in all the way to my balls, replacing the cold air for the warmth of a shocked female.
I held there for what seemed like eternity, my body and mind in pure bliss, savouring the sensations that moved from my groin to fill my senses, even as her eyes looked away, a tear trickling down the fair cheek to enter her mouth. As the second tear began to make its way down, I pulled out, holding it outside for a moment. There was blood on my dick, her virginal blood attesting to my conquest of her cunt. Loving the feeling, I slammed back in, causing her to jerk,her tits bouncing against my chest.
Out, and back in again. I picked up my pace, forcefully kissing the girl,mashing her lips against mine as her tits were against my chest, her pussy walls against my dick. She had no option but to hold onto me, as my violent thrusts became faster and faster, till I was fucking her in a frenzy, our bodies slapping against each other, her mouth letting out grunts of pain and pleasure. But for me it was only blissful incomparable pleasure, my mind loving the dual sensations of having taken a girl’s virginity and the more current one of fucking the shit out of her,
Grabbing her thighs, I pulled her closer, her warm presence becoming almost one with me as we mated in the empty room. She was bearing the brunt of it all, from the cold of the wood to the force of my thrusts, yet I could tell she was getting more and more aroused. The tears had continued to flow, but the crestfallen look had given way to a lustful one, her eyes betraying a desire she’d kept locked up like a good girl, till it was forced out of her, Now she surrendered completely to it, the legs round my waist gripping me with a force more than what was necessary, her lips kissing me with a hunger of their own, her eyes begging me to continue my violation. As I approached orgasm, she actually began to meet my thrusts with some of her own, her arms, now supporting her body, assisting in this expression of desire,
I was rapidly approaching my orgasm now. Her toes were pressed against my butt, pushing me up towards her; her lovely head was throwing itself back in loud moans, before coming up to meet my lips again. As I held her slender torso, she pressed harder against me, her arms pushing her towards my invading pole. My lips were moving all over her upper torso now, kissing sucking licking and biting away at her neck, chest and breasts as she moaned more frequently, her sounds of pleasure eclipsing the sounds of our slapping bodies.
Yet I could hold no more,. Pressing her hard against me, I pushed in as far as my dick would go, burying my face in her neck as I came hard, emptying load upon load of warm jizz into her once virgin cunt. She didn’t resist, but took it all in, trying to bring herself to orgasm. I dimly noted her letting out a moan that was almost a scream, her hips banging hard against mine, her juices overflowing her pussy, lost as I was in the warm afterglow of my own orgasm, loving the tight velvet like warmth of her most precious place. Exhausted, I pressed my body against her, as her arms began to buckle then collapse. We landed hard on the bench, our my arms still underneath her, her legs still wrapped around mine, our tired bodies relaxing after an exhilarating experience. Unable to resist, I closed my eyes, falling asleep on top of her.
I awoke to a gentle nudging from my victim and lover, her eyes looking at me with an alarm which made me realize that I wasn’t in my wedding bed, but on a cold bench in the deserted college. To make matters worse, sounds of the watchman were returning towards the door, marking the second of his three nightly circuits of the college. And it seemed he had noticed the light. Getting up quickly,my heart in my mouth, I fled to a corner, hiding behind some unused desks piled together. She wasn’t so fast, and after dressing quickly, had the unpleasant job of opening the door. I spent tense moment as I saw her talk with the invisible watchman, her voice so low as to be unintelligible from my corner. For some reason, she failed to persuade him not to enter, and he pushed past her, in the process pushing her against a wall.
It took my slow brain another minute to realize she was pleading, and another before I realized she would have to give the second blow job of the night. I held my breath till I saw him lower his pants, her face appearing between his legs. Sneaking out softly, I took the bunch of keys, marveling at the watchman’s lust, which prevented him from ascertaining where I was,and which now prevented him from noticing me passing inches from him. I made good my escape through the side door, leaving the keys there. As I departed, I heard a faint female scream. Poor girl, it would be a long night for her indeed.
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This story is true up to the point of the curtain blowing aside. I can’t swear what was taking place. From there it is an embelished story.

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Jessica Part 9 Judi gets involved

I’ve recently had the chance to bring Jessica to Judi. If you haven’t read the first 8 parts of this, you may want to, although, just as our experience stands alone as a new chapter on our lives, I think the telling may also.

My First Times…

I had been talking to Gary for well over two years. Our relationship had begun online. He saw a response I had made in a chat room and messaged me. He didn’t seem interesting at first, but the more we chat the more I liked him. I’m cautious by nature so he didn’t get my real name for over six months, and even then only my first name. At nine months I gave him my cell phone number and we started talking on the phone. Ten months found us having phone sex on a regular basis, which occurred mainly on the weekends when I went home from school. The rest of the week I stayed on campus and had little privacy.
Right from the start Gary had told me about some of the things he was interested in. I’ll never forget it. The kinkiest things he told me he was into were gangbangs and bestiality. I didn’t immediately freak out, but I have to tell you that for a long time all I could think about was how sick Gary had to be to even think of something like that. Every time we had a small argument I would bring that up and how much it disgusted me and how sick I thought he was. I knew it hurt him every time I said that. When we were having phone sex I couldn’t help but think he was picturing me a dog fucking me or a bunch of guys using me. It was difficult to get through those thoughts sometimes.
I was 19-years-old when I started talking to Gary. I soon found out he was 33-years-old, white, divorced, a single parent, had a criminal history and had been in relationships with some interesting women in the past. Now, I’m black – dark brown actually – 5’3, 125lbs and have a very nice shape – 38-30-34. Up to this point I had never even imagined myself being with a white guy, let alone and older white guy who had two children and a criminal record. But as we talked on the phone his personality had won me over. It was obvious he was not the person he was when he had acquired his criminal record. His love for his children made me very aware of his affectionate side. He had sole custody of his second child and I could see why the courts had awarded him that responsibility.
Gary was consistent with me over time. He was there when I needed him to be, all hours of the day, whether it was during the day while he was at work or late at night and causing him to lose sleep before work the next day. He helped me with my homework, advised me about my diet and health, and comforted me when I was worried or depressed. Gary gave me what I need as a woman – respect, time and understanding. But it took a lot for me to learn to trust him enough to let him see me.
As a young black woman I had been raised to fear white men – especially older white men. The news was fraught with stories of white men meeting girls they met online and then sexually assaulting them, even killing them in some instances. I was taught that a white man who wanted to be with a black woman was only perverted and that our relationship would never work because there would always be the mentality of the white slave master raping the black female slave looming between us. When my family found out about him they put a lot of pressure on me to stop talking to him. But I have my own mind – always have – and had made good enough decisions in my life to remain drug-free, abuse free, and child-free. In fact, I was still a virgin.
That’s right. I was still a virgin when Gary and I finally met. We knew what each other looked like from photos taken on our camera phones. I had even seen his penis once, just before we had phone sex. I felt so skittish asking him to do that. He said he was at least 7-inches and I wanted to see what it looked like. I even had him put a measuring tape next to it so I knew it was his and how long it really was. It measured 7-and-a-half-inches in the picture he sent. I later found out that he wasn’t even entirely hard and that at full length he was a little over 9-inches and was almost as wide around as my wrist. When we had phone sex I could imagine his cock being inside me. From talking with my cousin I found out that his cock was actually pretty big for a white guy.
We lived in different states, and even though we had been talking for over a year it still took a while before I trusted Gary. It wasn’t until the fifth time we met that I actually let him touch me. We held hands of course, but I mean the kind of touching that makes your blood boil and your body cry out. He had leaned in to kiss me and I turned my head. Undeterred, he leaned in and kissed me on the neck. I had never been kissed there before, and my body melted under his lips. I closed my eyes and unconsciously moaned, leaning back to let him do more, but he pulled back and waited for me to turn around to look at him. Then he leaned in and kissed me on my lips before I could open my eyes fully. It took me a minute of breathing hard and sucking on his lips before I realized his hand was on my breast. My nipples were hard under his touch and all my senses seemed to heighten as my body went into overdrive. And then he stopped.
Gary stepped back and looked at me and I stared back at him. I couldn’t believe how wet I was and how fast I had succumbed to him. But he didn’t take advantage of me. He took me by the hand and we walked for a bit without saying anything to each other. It took me a few minutes to regain my composure. Gary could have had me right then and there if he had wanted. Didn’t he want me? Did I do something wrong? Everything had felt so right. What made him stop? Did I unconsciously say or do something that offended him? All these things were racing through my mind when he finally stopped and turned to me. He said, “I want you so much right now. This went a little fast just now and I want to take my time with you. You’re everything I could want in a woman. Don’t forget that.” I smiled and felt my body relax. I was nervous and worried for no reason.
The next time we met I was determined to have Gary. I now knew what it felt like to be touched by him, to be wanted so thoroughly. And I wanted him too. My whole body was screaming out to have him. And when we met the next time I made sure he knew it. I arranged everything – dinner, the movie, the room at the Embassy Suites. It was going to be my night and it was going to be my way. He only knew of my plans for the dinner and movie, so when I told him we had one more place to go he was a little surprised. Gary followed my directions as he drove us to our destination. When he saw where we were going he looked like he was getting a little nervous. I put my hand on his leg and looked at him and said, “This is what I want.” From then on it was magic. Gary relaxed and we headed to the room.
I already had the key so I let us in. I led him in slowly, even though I wanted him to tear my clothes off right then and there, drag me to the bed and take me. Gary held my hand and led me through the suite to the bedroom after I closed the door behind us. Our clothes were off before I knew it. His lips were on mine and our bodies pressed together and I was overtaken with heat. I could feel his cock pressing against me between our bodies. God but it felt bigger than I thought it was. I was startled for a moment, but then gave in to Gary’s hands and lips as they caressed my body. I was hot and wet and wanted him. I pushed off him long enough to get up on the bed and invite him on top of me. He crawled onto the bed, kissing and caressing my body from my navel up as he moved toward me. As he lay on top of me I spread my legs and he moved between them. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance as he kissed my neck and fondled my breasts. My back arched involuntarily and I gasped.
The head of his cock moved inside me and I gasped for air. Then, as I inhaled deeply again, adjusting to what he had in me, he pushed up and took my virginity. I felt a sharp, sudden pain, but as he pulled back I felt my body longing for him to push back in. As if reading my mind he obliged, stuffing me full of his cock once more. Still a little pain, but his rhythm drove all thoughts of it from my head as his cock found the pleasure spots inside me. I moaned and writhed under his strength as he plunged into me again and again. I couldn’t believe how good this felt. My legs spread wider and I lifted my knees up, inviting him deeper. Without hesitation he finally pushed his whole cock in me. I grabbed the comforter with all my might and felt as if all the breath was pushed from my body. It felt like he was in my belly, just underneath my belly button inside me. Gary’s balls slapped against my ass now as he moved in and out of me, pulling almost all the way out and shoving all the way back in. His width stretched me out more than I thought possible and pushed against all the right spots inside me. I tried to push back against him, but every time I did he hit so deep inside me that I couldn’t move. Then he leaned forward on me and held himself all the way inside me. He kissed my neck, ear, cheek, lips. He began to grind on me slowly, methodically. His hand under my head pulled me up to him.
Then all I could feel was him pushing in me – in, in, in. He didn’t pull back or pull out, just slowly grinded on me. And my body reacted unexpectedly. I went limp all at once and was in utter ecstasy. Only a few seconds later my whole body began to tighten up and my breathing became rapid and shallow. I grabbed his back and my fingers dug into him. My legs wrapped around his hips, my heels encouraging him to continue. Until finally we were there together. As I came I could feel every inch of his cock inside me seem to swell and harden. His head throbbed deep inside me. My love muscles grabbed his cock and milked him as he began shooting wave after wave of cum inside me. That sent me over the edge and I screamed while an intense orgasm flooded my body, drowning me in an intensity I had never experienced. We laid there naked for a few minutes, and then he rolled off me and held me. When he let me go I got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned up, then returned to the bed and Gary’s arms.
That weekend we alternated making love and simply fucking about ten times. It was unbelievable. My friends at school had often complained that their boyfriends didn’t last long enough or they wished they could get it up again faster and keep going. I had none of those problems with Gary and felt lucky to have someone that could give me what they all could only hope for with their men. Not only did I get the frequency and longevity that was the envy of my friends, but I also knew now how great a large cock could really feel. At that moment I could not imagine being satisfied with a penis any smaller than what Gary had. It seemed to fit my body perfectly.
For the next year our sex life was great. We had phone sex during the week while I was at school, and he would fly out to meet me on the weekends. We stayed at different places all over the city to keep things interesting and new. Gary never left without thoroughly satisfying me. I was addicted to him before we ever started having sex, but with the introduction of intercourse to our relationship I was now also addicted to his sex. I like control – I’m somewhat of a control freak – and Gary knew just how to take that control from me during sex, but at the same time leave me enough to feel like I still had it.
I talked to Gary from time to time about the fantasies he had mentioned when we first started chatting. They still bothered me a bit and I needed reassurance sometimes. Why would he want to share the person he loved with other men? How could he even think about watching a dog have sex with her? He didn’t want those things with me did he? I needed him to tell me he didn’t. I was his, and I was addicted to him, but I could not imagine doing those things with him. I loved him, he loved me. Nothing we did needed to involve other parties.
I frequently discussed my feelings about my exes with Gary. I knew it upset him sometimes, but I needed that. The jealousy he could demonstrate let me know he really cared about me. It wasn’t an insane jealousy, rather one that simmered and brewed until I turned the heat off. That was perfect for me and gave me the reassurance I needed. Gary knew I was attracted to all of my exes but knew I was not going to ever be with them. I was with him and that was enough for me. All my exes lived in my hometown, clear across the country from where I was now going to school. There was an occasional call from or to them to just say hi and see how things were going, but nothing more than that was about to materialize with any of them.
Christmas break seemed to arrive so soon this year. My relationship with Gary was great and I was doing well in all of my classes. There wasn’t really much to worry about and that made time pass so quickly. As per my yearly Christmas break routine, I had gotten my ticket to go home and made arrangements to stay with family. I had kept Gary my secret from my family for a long time, but I was beginning to wonder how they would react if I brought him home with me. For the most part I was sure it wasn’t going to be good. My family already had a stigma against white people, but the fact that he was older and had children made him that much worse in their eyes. I would catch a lot of flak from everyone if they ever knew how serious I was with Gary or if I brought him around. I wanted him there with me, but my family knew I stayed with them every year and if I had Gary come he was probably going to have to stay in a hotel and keep a low profile. When I proposed the idea to him he was hesitant at first and resisted being ‘hidden’ from everyone, but he understood how important my family is to me and eventually relented.
The first few days of Christmas break were rather uneventful. Gary was staying in his hotel room and visiting the sites of the city while I was with my family. Everyone was happy to see me and I reciprocated the sentiment. I found an hour or two every day to visit Gary and promised I would see him more as everyone got more used to having me around, at which time they wouldn’t miss me as much when I went out. He was okay with that, but I could see the frustration on his face and in his body language. I felt bad for dragging him along and then not giving him the attention he deserved. I was really going to have to make it up to him.
A week into my stay all my exes had found a way to contact me and knew I was in town. I told Gary about them each time I visited, along with the rest of the day’s activities – the goings-on of my family and the Christmas break adventure thus far. Again, every time they were mentioned I could see the jealous frustration on his face. It made me feel good to see that in him and know that, each time, I could say or do just the right thing to diffuse it.
One evening, when I was visiting Gary, I brought up the fact that I had talked to Shane, one of my exes. I was in the middle of telling Gary how the conversation went when he interrupted me and told me that someone had called his room earlier that day purporting to be one of my exes and told him that he had better stay away from me. In fact, Gary was told that he should just go ahead and leave town now before he got hurt. I sat in stunned silence for a moment, trying to take in what he had said and searching my conversations over the last few days for any clues as to who would have done such a thing. Gary knew the impact what he said had on me. He did it intentionally. As I looked at him I could see the frustration on his face of having to ‘hide’ from everyone and then being threatened by someone who didn’t even know him. While I was struggling for words to soothe and reassure him, Gary mentioned that he had gotten calls from two other guys later on that day with basically the same message – get out or get hurt. Now I was getting mad. Either Gary was lying – and I had no reason to believe he was – or someone had found out where he was staying, gave out his information to some people who either were or were not my exes, and now several of those people, who I probably knew, were threatening him.
For the next couple hours, neither of us really had anything to say to each other. I lay on the bed with Gary and he held me. My mind was racing, trying to solve this seeming riddle that was becoming more and more of an embarrassment. How could I know people that would do this? Our friends reflect the kind of person we are, and right now my past choices in friends weren’t making me look too good. Gary wouldn’t directly say he was mad at me, but I could tell from the way he held his tongue that he wanted to say some things he knew we would probably have to be talking about later if he said them. This was all my fault, and I knew it. And I felt even worse to leave Gary later to go back to my family who I knew wouldn’t accept him.
The next day, as I knocked on Gary’s suite door, I could hear laughing from inside and wondered who he had invited over. He didn’t know anyone here that I knew of, but they sounded quite friendly in there. I was feeling a little better about how things were going when I put the key in the door, opened it and found my exes all in there with Gary laughing it up like they were the best of friends. The quizzical expression on my face must have been obvious because Gary quickly got up and came over to greet and kiss me, holding me tight. He took my hand, led me over to the sofa where he had been sitting and guided me next to him. He explained that the next time each had called he had invited them over to discuss the situation and now they were all getting along just fine. They had been sitting around talking, and drinking from the looks of the few bottles scattered around the suite. Shane, Derek and James were all looking as good as ever. And Gary, although the only white person in the room, didn’t seem as misfit around us all as I had thought he would. That was encouraging considering the events of the last several days.
After a few minutes, Gary took my hand and got up, leading me to the suite’s bedroom. The guys didn’t even seem to notice as we left them to their musings. Once the door was closed behind us, Gary began to kiss me and touch me, and I melted almost instantly. The tension of the last couple days had made me very aware of how much I missed him and needed to feel him. Before I knew it my clothes were on the floor and I was laying on the edge of the bed, my legs hanging off, while Gary moved between them and began stuffing me with his wonderful cock. He lifted my legs up and moved in me until I was taking his whole length with each thrust. I moaned and wriggled, oblivious to everyone and everything. I needed this as much as Gary and I was only too happy to give it to him.
I was building closer and closer to orgasm when Gary pulled out of me and let go of my legs. I lay there, breathing hard with my eyes closed and my face turned on the bed, waiting for him to resume some sort of ministrations on my body. Instead, his hands lifted my legs again and his cock was once more inside me. I gasped at once as it thrust deep inside me, and where I expected it to reach its depth I felt it push further instead, then further still. I was startled briefly and opened my eyes to look at him when my eyes met Derek’s. His cock was a bit longer than Gary’s and he was smiling as I took it all, obviously having trouble breathing. I reached out on either side of me and grabbed onto the bed with all my might. His hands went to my waist and I held my legs up for him as he began to pound me with his cock. And as I leaned back to relax, finally getting used to the new depth, Derek let go of my legs and disembarked. I looked up just as Shane was moving up to me and I barely had time to react as he shoved his thick cock inside me.
My mind was a blur as, just before he entered me, I had seen Shane’s cock and could barely believe that thing was going to fit. He wasn’t as long as the others, but he made up for that in girth. Shane’s cock was almost as thick around as my wrist… well, maybe my forearm actually. And when that thing penetrated me I couldn’t help but scream as it stretched me further than I thought possible. It hurt a little at first, but the pain was quickly replaced by the pleasure of being so full. Shane leaned over and grabbed my breasts as he pounded me again and again. All I could do was lay there and enjoy myself as all the strength was pushed from me with each thrust from these cocks. I couldn’t believe I was letting these guys take turns having their way with me. When Gary had mentioned something like this to me in the past all I could do was think how sick he was and how disgusting that would be. But my body was telling me a totally different story now.
James was next, and he came and lay on the bed next to me while Shane removed himself from me. His cock was about the same size as Gary’s and I was secretly glad to have a cock back inside me who’s size my body was fairly familiar with. I rolled over on top of James, straddling him, and guided him inside me. Then I leaned forward on my hands on either side of his body and began to ride him. His depth was more familiar and his hands held me the same way Gary did. It was much easier to get my breath again and just enjoy riding this wonderful cock than it was to be invaded by the others. I closed my eyes and felt the wonderful sensations sent through my body as my breasts swayed against his chest and the others explored my body with their hands, spanking my ass occasionally. And as James pulled my body down on his, entering me all the way, I felt hands on my hips and another cock was forced into my pussy from behind.
I clenched James’ shoulders and squinted my eyes shut as the cock slowly pushed its way past my entrance and made its way up inside me. When he was finally all the way in and just holding himself there, I looked back to see Gary smiling at me. I grinned slightly and that encouraged him to begin his work. James and Gary alternated thrusting in and out of me and the sensation was unbelievable! Quickly, more quickly than I was ready for, my whole body was beginning to tremble and tighten. And as the orgasm rolled through my body I heard the pants and moans, felt the dual cocks in me stiffen, then begin shooting load after load of cum deep inside me. Being held so firmly by two men while they came was an experience I will never forget – it was amazing. The feeling was heightened, I’m sure, by my own orgasm.
For almost an hour, the four men took turns with me, one or two at a time. They all came in me at least twice each and I experienced more orgasms than I ever had in that short of a timeframe. Never would I have guessed that I would enjoy it that much. I loved the feel of each cock, the thought of these men taking control of my body in such intimate ways, the heat of their cum as it filled me each time. I loved being controlled, used. I had finally let go of any illusions of control I had ever had over sexual situations with Gary and loved the feel of my men handling me.
Gary and I had sex much more frequently the entire rest of the Christmas break. That experience did something to me that made me feel like I could enjoy being submissive every now and then finally. And as Gary asserted himself more aggressively I found myself giving him what he wanted in more and more things. I stopped ‘hiding’ him and introduced him to my family and friends. Things went much better than I thought they would. I was increasingly confident and secure to let Gary make decisions about things for us from that time on. He was someone to whom I realized I could finally release all my control and be secure. We have really only grown closer since then, and I look forward to our future adventures together with love and trust.

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Returning Chapter 03

Thank you all for your kind words. and encouragement. I have been a bit busy today as it is bill pay day. 🙁
I hope this chapter is as well received as the rest. I will give a bit of warning there is a new race introduced in this chapter and some might call it a furry adventure, My proofreader does. Bah! If you think they are furries please feel free to comment and let me know, for good or bad. But then again some might think that Likka’s relationship with Rhys is bestiality.
In this chapter some real background starts coming out, to develop a world you have to have a past. to have a past someone needs to know about it.
I am particularly proud of the fight scene in this chapter it more adequately describes just how fast and agile Rhys is. Let me know what you think.
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Likka was the first to wake up; she crawled out of the tent about an hour before sun up. “Is Beth going to be a problem?” she asked me in my mind.
“If she is she is a problem I have to deal with. She came through because of me so I have to get her home.”
“Rhys her coming through was an accident. It isn’t your fault.”
“It was my fault, I left and because of that I had to come back. Because I had to comeback it left some kind of scar behind. That scar pulled her through after me.”
“Rhys don’t”
“Likka I will do what I have to but I will also get her back home.”
Likka left me alone about it after that point. A short time later the others started rising to face the day. Taina came over and kissed me passionately “Thank you Rhys I needed last night.”
“You do not need to thank me, I fully enjoyed last night as well and that is thanks enough.”
As we were breaking camp I saw one of the Pindragons sitting on a branch at the edge of camp. Something nagged at the edge of my mind I almost seemed to remember something. I walked over and got a piece of leftover meat from my packs and walked over to Beth with the meat cupped in my hand. “Beth go over there to that Pindragon slowly make little cooing noises and offer it this.”
Beth took the meat from my hand and started cooing and clucking to the Pindragon. The Pindragon was suspicious at first and danced away from her on the branch. But soon the smell of the cooked meat was driving it crazy. It slowly and cautiously moved toward her. When it was about two feet from her hand it looked up into her eyes then it pounced from the branch and into her hand to start gobbling the meat down.
“Look in its eyes and coo to it, make it feel as if you like it.”
Beth looked in its eyes and continued to coo. She suddenly acted like she was mesmerized by the swirling sapphire eyes of the Pindragon on her hand. Then Beth looked at us, “Her name is Beeko.”
“Welcome to my world” I said as I mounted Reaper.
As Beth turned to walk towards her horse Beeko flew around her head twice then settled on her shoulder. His tail wrapped up over her ear and he snuggled down against her neck and started cooing contentedly.
We rode for several more days each night stopping to camp. Some nights Likka would join me in my tent other nights Taina would join me. They told me I got too worked up when they both joined me and they wanted to survive the nights. Laina and Beth both giggled when they said that to me.
Two nights before we were to arrive at Feck Laina came to me as we made camp. “Can you be gentle with someone that is inexperienced?”
“Laina, I can be as gentle as a lamb but you will still feel pain. The pain will be temporary and soon will be replaced by pleasure.”
“How much pain?”
“It is different for every woman. Some feel a lot of pain some very little. What you offer is also a precious gift you can only give once. I would be honored for you to give me this gift, I do want you to be sure I am the one you want to give it to though.”
“I don’t know what to do?”
“Do what is right for you and no one else. Do what your heart tells you to do.”
She wandered away from me and went over to talk to her mother quietly for a bit. I gathered my bow and went to hunt for some dinner. An hour later I returned with a one hundred pound haunch from a large lizard like cow that Likka called a Drog. She told me they are quite tasty and the meat brings a high price in the inner kingdoms.
I came into the camp to see all of the tents set up and the fire already going. I set about filleting the haunch out into thin slices of meat and placing it on spits over the fire. Taina had dug up some tubers and gathered some fruit and berries from the surrounding area to end up making the meal the best we had had in days.
“Rhys?”
“Yes Taina?”
“She wants to come to you tonight but she is afraid, she has become convinced that our screams in the night are from pain as well as from pleasure. I don’t know what to tell her to convince her otherwise.”
“How do you feel about this?”
“Rhys you are the greatest man I have ever met, I know your power and I know your strength, but I also know your love and passion. I know you will be gentle with her and a mother could not want more than that for her daughter’s first time. I am not scared for her but I want her to be sure she is ready.”
“Ask her to come to me to talk for a bit.”
Taina walked away to find her daughter. As I waited Beth came to me. “Would you really take that little girl to your bed?”
“That is an interesting question. If she were back were you come from she would be a little girl barely of age. Here however she is a woman five years past here marrying age. In this place she would normally have three or four children of her own by now.”
“But she is so young.”
“Yes she is by your standards, here though people seldom live to see fifty summers most never see forty. These people live short lives and have to grow up quickly. She is a woman and has more than proven herself as such to me on this trip. If she chooses me how could I dishonor her by refusing?”
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make it seam so natural that a little girl might want you to have sex with her and you make it into a loving expression?”
“I don’t know maybe it is because I care, sometimes too much.”
It was the flash of anger from Likka that had me moving with my swords in hand before I even knew I had reacted. When I reached the north side of the camp I saw four men in red leather armor astride four roan horses. Two of the men had bows drawn and pointed at Likka.
“Likka Back.” I shouted as I came to a stop in front of the men. As Likka stepped back the two men lowered their bows.
The man in the lead of the other three looked down towards me with obvious disdain in his eyes. “Are you the man from the west that is calling him self Rhys?”
“I am Rhys.”
“For crimes against the empire you are hereby sentenced to death.” Both bowmen raised there bows towards me as I tossed my swords high into the air. As they drew their arrows back my arms flicked downward and two flechettes dropped into each hand. As they released the arrows my hands flicked forward launching the flechettes as the weapons crossed paths in the air I sidestepped the paths of the two arrows. My hands grasped both arrows as they passed and two men screamed as they were blinded by the sharp barbs in their eyes. The lead man and the second began to draw their swords as I spun and launched myself into the air. As the lead mans sword cleared his scabbard I landed feet first into his chest knocking him off of his horse. As I rode his falling body to the ground I ducked under the swinging sword of the other man. Rising up I slammed the arrows upward through his breast plate and into his heart. I leaped into a twisting flip and landed over the lead man. As he tried to bring his sword up mine fell back into my hands from being tossed and I instantly crossed them both across his throat as our hearts beat for the second time since it started.
I heard the ring of steel as Taina and Laina brought down the two blind men and a gasp from behind me from Beth. “Take this back to your masters you imperial dog. Rhys is back and I am coming for them. This time there will be no war I will hunt them down like the cowardly rats they are. Let them all know I am sending them a death notice and the challenge is on the table to face me if they dare.”
“Rhys no!” Likka screamed in his head.
“I hid my face in shame for six thousand years Likka I am not hiding any more. Let them come if they dare, I will tear their world apart and bury them in the rubble.”
“But you have not gathered your forces, you can’t face them alone.”
“Wrong that is how I am going to face them this time, there will be no hostages they can force my hand with. I will wash this world clean of their stink as I strip the flesh from their very bones. For six thousand years they have been killing children just because their parents named them the same as me. This stops now.”
I turned to the terrified imperial guardsman lying below my swords, “Know this dog, if one more child dies for bearing my name I will hunt you and every man that has ever worn that armor and I will flay them alive.” As I spit these words into his face I could see my reflection in his helmet, my eyes were burning in fire as smoke curled up along my forehead and cold fog was rolling down from them.
With a snap of my minds eye his armor and weapons crumbled to dust beneath me. I stood over him and pulled my swords away. “Get on your mount and ride, ride like the wind before I change my mind and deliver the message myself.”
The man moved as if he had seen Hell’s host coming to claim him. Before the space of an eye blink he was on his feet and leaping for his horse.
“Likka take care of the girls I will go on alone from here.”
Taina slapped me across the face. “You will not, I waited six thousand years hiding like a mouse in the shadows to get my revenge and damn you Rhys you are not going to take it away from me.”
I stood up ready to fly into a rage at her words until I saw here face. She had tears in her eyes and was ready to face me with steel in her spine. I lowered my head and turned to walk to my horse.
I reached up to my horse and pulled my backpack down. Again that nagging sensation had come to me. “Rhys quiet your eyes you are scaring Beth and Laina to death.” Likka said in my mind. I looked at my reflection in the buckle on my pack and tried to calm myself. As calm returned to me the fires died and the cold fog dissipated. I turned my pack upside down and poured the contents out. On the top of the stack fell a simple leather bound jewelry case. I opened it to find the copper pendant still on its gold chain from so many years ago. I pulled the chain out and put it around my neck as soon as the pendant touched my skin it all flooded back. Every one of my memories were mine again. My eyes rolled back in my head and I fell face first into the dirt.
I awoke in the dark. I was in my tent and there was a warm body curled against me. I did not think before I turned in my half doze and pulled her up against me and began to kiss her neck as she was spooned into me.
“Rhys?” Laina’s said as I kissed her neck.
“Yes.”
“You scared me last night more than once.”
“You should never need to fear me.”
“I know that now, mom spoke to Beth and I about what had happen to you. She said you had gone into what you call Mage Rage. It is when your magic boils to the surface demanding release. But it was when my mother slapped you that scared me the most. I thought for sure you would rip her apart but you just stood and accepted here actions and words. Then when you fainted I thought you were dead and all of it was lost. I cried like a child until mom told me you were alive and breathing. Likka told us you were asleep that you had fainted from something that happened when you put that necklace on. She didn’t know what happen.”
“I will tell that when I only have to tell it once.”
“Rhys?”
“Yes Laina.”
“I am yours if you will have me.”
“Come to me again when we reach Feck. Your first time should be in a comfortable bed not on the hard ground.”
“You promise me at least one night there?”
“I promise you it will be a night we both remember Laina, in a way you will be my first as well.”
She rolled in the darkness and looked at me. “What do you mean your first?”
“No one has ever given me the gift you offer; I have never bedded a virgin.” I could feel her smile in the darkness. I gently rolled her back and pulled her up against me. As she lay there I began to caress and kiss her bare skin until she drifted off to sleep. I sorted through my memories as if each one was new to me as I lay there in the dark waiting for dawn to break.
I had odd feeling at this point usually when my magic was used I would be left in raging need that only iron will could control. But I had used my magic a few times since I arrived and not once had that need come upon me. Did that need derive from my memories in me? I had used the magic before the memories returned before I even remembered the effect. Did the need come from the fact that I remembered it?
A couple of hours before first light Taina slipped into the tent to check on her daughter and me. She smiled when she saw my eyes open. “Good morning Rhys.” She whispered in the darkness.
“Lie down and get some sleep I am awake nothing will get through me again.”
She no sooner had gotten undressed and curled up behind me when Beth and Likka crawled into the tent. Beth whispered “You need a bigger tent.” And giggle softly as she curled up to go to sleep.
I lay there among the pile of beautiful women with an enticing body part in my face no matter where I looked and tried to concentrate on how to do what I had planned.
I slipped out of the tent at first light and stirred the fire back to life as I started coffee and breakfast. It was only a few minutes after the coffee finished when Beth came out followed within seconds by the others. Likka sat down next to me in human form. “Time for you to do some talking Rhys, you scared the hell out of a few of us last night and it is time to know if it was worth it.”
“Life Ward Taina, I need some answers first.”
Taina looked up at me in shock. “I will leave Rhys, our failure is too much.”
“I have not dismissed you I said I need answers.”
“Yes My Lord.”
“What happen after I left.”
“We managed to buy the time for Morgana to escape before the Mage Kings took us prisoners. They made us immortal so they could torture us forever. They raped each of us at their whim. We endured this for almost five hundred years we were broken and all were begging for death. Then one night in the darkness the wall of our prison was pulled out as if it was but tissue and Morgana came striding in like fire and passion she pulled us out of our prison and took us to her keep where she cried and apologized telling us she had been told we were dead. Morgana blamed herself for everything we had been through. We stayed with her and protected her as she helped us to return to ourselves. Then one night about five hundred years ago she sent us all to the town of south port to help the people there with the Lithan that kept raiding. Too late we found out she had sent us away to protect us. She went to the Arch Mage’s tower to try and fight him. He had prepared a spell for her and he turned her into a statue. There she remains even today. Is that what you wanted to hear, how we failed you so miserably?”
“Taina, I want you to listen to me. I charged you with keeping Morgana alive until I returned. Is this not true?”
“Yes M’Lord”
“Is she dead?”
“She is a statue of living stone, she cannot move or even talk.”
“Is she dead?”
“No. M’Lord she is not dead.”
“Then you have succeeded beyond even my wildest expectations.”
“So now it is my turn to talk. When I left I knew that they would send people after me if they could find me and I knew being who I was I could not hide myself. I had to become someone else. I bound all of my memories into my wedding amulet. I effectively made myself forget who I was. I left certain clues for myself though. The first I would always keep the amulet with me everywhere I went. Second I left the knowledge of how to bind the Pindragon to a mage as a familiar. Third I left the memory that only a being that can perform magic can cross through the gate. I buried these memories so that only a trigger would make me realize they were there. This left a chain of thoughts in my head the first one being that when Beth came through I knew something was special about her. Then I got her to bond to the Pindragon. Then when that was done I wondered why those memories where there. Then the necklace, I always kept with me it was a link to my old life a life that had no meaning for me but for eighty years I carried it. Why carry a remembrance for a life you can’t remember. Last night it all clicked together, I put the amulet on here in this world and its magic was triggered. I remember everything now.”
“Rhys it is too soon.” Morgana’s voice came from behind me. “If they know about you they will move against you.”
I turned to face her with tears in my eyes. “Find all the others and have them meet me in Wine Glenn in thirty days. Then we are coming for you my wife.”
“I am lost Rhys remember me and move on, the spell on me is tailored to me it cannot be broken.”
“I will see that for myself my love, please do as I ask the others have their right to this vengeance as do you.”
She faded form my sight as I fell to my knees and wept. When I had recovered I turned to Beth. “Beth I need you to do something for me.”
“What do you need Rhys?”
“I need you to concentrate on the fire as hard as you can. Reach out and feel it with your thoughts when you can feel the fire like it is part of you I want you to speak one word to it.”
“What word.”
“Cool.”
She looked at the fire and she stared for a long time after a few minutes she said “Cool.” And the fire dampened to just embers. I stirred some kindling into the embers to bring the fire back.
“Again.”
This time the fire died until it was just some warm ashes. Again I brought it back to life.
“Again.”
Within seconds the fire was just a pile of old cool ashes.
“Good we will start your learning as we travel. You are not like the mages here that we will face, you are like me you are a mage of the mind. Your magic does not need words or gestures you just need to trigger it, you could have done the same thing by thinking the word.”
“How do you know the word didn’t cause the magic?”
“Because cool is not a word in the language of magic.”
“We ride to Feck now and we gather up the one known as The Shadow. We will ride through the day and into the night we should be there by morning. One more thing. Taina?”
“Yes M’Lord?”
“In all the time you have known me have I ever treated you as a servant?”
“No M’Lord.”
“Then if you call me M’Lord one more time I am going to turn you over my knee and paddle your ass till it is on fire.”
“Is that a promise M’Lord?”
I chuckled as we mounted up. “Likka can you range ahead and scout we need warning of trouble before it arrives.”
“Yes M’Lord” she giggled as she dropped down into wolf form.
“I travel with perverts” I mumbled as we started to ride.
“Yes M’Lord.” Beth giggled out from her mount next to me.
“Not you too Beth.”
“You better plan on a couple of days in Feck Rhys. Laina may get you the first night but you are mine the second.”
“Do I need my belt?”
“Not this time but maybe in the near future…”
We rode into the cleared lands around the walled city of Feck just as the sun came up the following morning. We approached the gate at a slow walk. The gates stood open to allow the farmers out into the fields and we rode through unimpeded. I dropped down off my horse in front of an older woman that was selling sweet meats off of a cart. “How much for the skewers good lady and the name of a good inn with bath and stables?”
“A lead coin for two M’Lord and the inn name would be free to a customer.”
“I am no lord good lady; I will take twelve of the skewers and the name then.”
“The name of the inn is The Golden Dragon good sir it is but a few blocks south and east of hear on High Lords Lane.” She said as she wrapped the skewers in paper and handed them to me.
I pulled a gold coin from my bottomless purse and palmed it to her so no one else could see it. “Thank you good lady.”
I handed the girls all their skewers and we rode to the inn. I stepped down off of Reaper and tossed the reigns to the stable boy that was waiting. I palmed a Gold coin to him and told him to take care of the horses and bring our stuff to our rooms.
As I walked up to the barman I told him, “I need five rooms for the next five days with baths, food and extra oats for the horses.”
“That would be one copper coin and seventy-five lead coins M’Lord.”
I pulled a stack of ten gold coins out of my purse and dropped them on the floor. Laina scrambled to pick them up and hand them back. I handed two of them to the barman. “Take good care of us good sir. We have had a rough travel coming in and need rest.”
When we were safely in our rooms Likka became a woman and asked “What was that all about, you went out of your way to hide what you paid the vendor and the stable boy, but made a grand show of spilling a small fortune on the floor in the bar?”
“Baiting a trap for The Shadow, she was in the bar.”
“Where I didn’t see her and how do you know it was a woman?”
“Because I know who she is now, she will be along later tonight to earn a little money.”
Laina looked at me. “You promised me tonight.”
“She will be here to steal like a thief in the night Laina. You will be here to help guard me from the danger of sleep…”
After bath and a huge meal of roast with mashed potatoes and gravy, bread and wine, the girls and I sat in the common room talking quietly. All of them were tired from the long ride and started to drift to their rooms fairly early. I stood up and started up the stairs to my room and when I entered there was a single candle burning on the nightstand. I walked over and lay all of my weapons and armor on the table opposite of the bed except for one pistol that I took with me and tucked into the bed under the mattress. Laina looked at me from the bed. “That is just in case I am wrong about who our visitor will be tonight.” I told her with a smile as I finished undressing and climbed into the bed beside her. “Are you sure about this Laina?”
Her answer was to pull me down to her for a kiss. As our kisses grew in intensity I let my hands wander about her small shape. I caressed her sides and her face; I ran my fingers along her spine, never touching anywhere that was intimate. I let her build her passion higher and higher with gentle loving caresses. “Laina I can make it so you feel no pain tonight from our love making.”
“The pain is part of growing up and becoming a woman isn’t it.”
“Yes.”
“Then I will take the pain along with the pleasure.”
I smiled down at her, thinking how much she had matured in just the time we had been together. As I was admiring her she rolled me over onto my back and began to kiss down my neck and chest. I ran my fingers through her hair and moaned soft moans of pleasure. When she reached my hardened staff she began to kiss around it and then lick up the length of it. I was just about to ask her if she was sure about what she was doing when she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of my manhood. All my doubts about her readiness vanished in that moment.
Laina began to move her head up and down as she worked my rod into her mouth. Once she was bottoming out against her throat she began to work her tongue back and forth along it as well. Soon I was beginning to over heat as my balls began to boil. She looked up at me and smiled around my rod then very slowly began to force her head downward. I watched as she pushed me into her throat, one inch, two inches, three inches.
I was looking at her with wide eyes as she buried her nose in my pubic hair. She had managed to push all nine inches of me into her mouth and throat. I moaned as I twitched and jerked and then exploded down her throat. As my orgasm exploded down her throat I felt her swallow and squeeze my cock with her throat until it was almost painful.
“Oh my god how did you learn that.”
She giggled and looked at me, “my friends are all bargirls and we would use bananas to play with and I was the only one that could squeeze them till they burst.”
“Viva la bananas” I said as I pushed her onto her back and began to kiss down her body. As I kissed her neck she began to giggle. As I kissed her upper chest she began a light purring sound. When I kissed the top of her breasts they turned to light moans. When I took one of her nipples into my mouth and suckled upon it she moaned out loud. When I had her twitching and moaning I kissed further down. I kissed the area where her leg joined her hip at the front and she slid her hands into my hair and began to moan louder. I licked down the strip of skin between her leg and her flower and up the other side and she moaned out, “Oh Gods what are you doing to me?”
I held her legs up and continued to caress her with my tongue until she was dripping on the bed. Then and only then I pushed my tongue between the cheeks of her cute tight little bottom and licked upward until my tongue flicked her clit. That was all it took and her fingers knotted in my hair as her legs closed on my head like a bear trap. She screamed out my name and then begged me to tell her what I was doing to her. As she climaxed I swept my tongue down and forced it into her opening, with each wiggle of my tongue she jumped and moaned, as she began to come down she released my head and began to relax. She relaxed right up to the moment I buried my tongue in her sweet rosebud and felt her legs slam shut on my head again. The harder she squeezed my head the further I pushed my tongue into her rear entrance. After a few seconds I felt her start to relax, so I slid up and nipped her clit with my teeth. Her legs slammed shut so hard and fast I thought she would pop my eardrums, she rode this climax out as she dug her nails into the sheets and ripped large holes in them. In self defense she managed to push her hands between my face and her sweet pussy blocking my access to her woman fruit and nectar.
“Please Rhys, I can’t take any more, I don’t know how you did that but please.”
I smiled at her as I began to kiss up her body. I slid my hand up to her sex and began to push my fingers into her.
“No Rhys, make me a woman the right way. Take me like a man does a woman.”
I moved up and kissed her as she felt my hard manhood probe at the entrance to her sweet tight little pussy. As I worked the head into her I heard an audible popping sound. She looked at me in surprise with a smile on her face as I started to enter her. As I pushed inward her legs wrapped around me and tightened forcing me all the way in, in one complete thrust. She cried out in pleasure and pain. I held still allowing her time to adjust as a tear rolled down each side of her face. After a minute of holding still she nodded to me and I began a slow thrust in and out. I built in speed and power as she began to moan and quiver below me. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her young body as she convulsed and shook in my arms. My muscles locked up and I emptied my seed into her young womb.
“Oh Gods Rhys I can feel it, it is so hot, it feels like it is boiling inside me.”
I collapsed on top of her as she panted and squirmed below me. As we panted out our heat she pulled me to her for a kiss. “There is one more place Rhys are you up to it?”
“Are you sure?”
“More sure and ready than anything in my life.”
I moved down as I pushed the head of my staff towards the entrance to her last virginity.
“All at once Rhys, take it like it is yours to do with as you please.”
I pushed slowly until I felt the head of my cock push past her sphincter. I held still until she nodded and then I thrust into her in one solid thrust. She cried out in pain and tears rolled down her face. I held still until she nodded with a small smile on her face and then began to withdraw slowly. She whimpered as I pulled out until only the head was left inside then I began a slow thrust back into her depths. As she grew accustomed to the invasion of her bowels I picked up speed and power. She began to moan and writhe below me. Suddenly she cried out and shook underneath me as her body was wracked by another orgasm. I continued to thrust through several orgasms for her as she rapidly became over heated. I felt my body tighten up and I thrust into her one last time as I began to shake and shudder. Her eyes flew wide open as she felt my seed boil into her bowels and she quaked and screamed out as her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell limp to the bed.
I withdrew from her tight ass and let her fall slowly to the bed completely. As her eyes fluttered open to focus on me I smiled and snuggled up with her next to me and let her drift into a restful sleep…
I lay there feigning sleep later in the night when I heard the slight grating sound of wood on stone as the window opened. It took all of my self control not to smile and open my eyes.
The thief slipped into the room to look at my pile of gear against the far wall. My move was a swift as it was calculated. I sprung from the bed in one fluid move and landed between the thief and the window. The thief spun into a crouch and dropped low and tried to strike me in the place that all men dread. I spun and slapped my hand downward to block the strike. The fight was on as we spun and kicked, blocked and guarded against each other.
A few seconds into the fight Laina retrieved her weapons as Taina. Likka and Beth burst into the room, “Keep out of it” I commanded to Likka and she stepped between us and the others.
I and the thief weaved and dodged, struck and defended. The fight was a mortal combat, and the thief was playing for keeps.
Five minutes into the fight the thief surprised me as she caught one of my blocks and stepped in and kissed me with a force and passion that I so well remembered. “Oh Gods Rhys it is so good to dance with you again.”
“My dancing tigress I have missed your love.” I laughed out as at the mention of the name both Likka and Taina started laughing.
As the thief stepped back she pulled her hood back to reveal a beautiful white feline face with a light dusting of tiger stripped fur around the edges. I stepped back in and swept her into my arms as she laughed and giggled. “Is it time Rhys? Do I finally get my vengeance for our failure?”
“You have not failed my dancing tigress she lives and we go to rescue her as soon as we all are gathered.”
“But she has been turned to stone.”
“Mieko have you ever known me to give up as long as there is hope?”
“Once Rhys and that once has cost us dearly.”
Her words stung, but I had to see the truth in them. “This time we fight till the end for good or bad.”
“We were all ready to die for you.”
“That is why I walked away; you did not need to die for me I am insignificant. If you die it must be for you and the cause not for me. This time I will break the mage kings and free the people from their rule. No more children will die because they have my name. Will you fight with me Life Ward Mieko?”
“We will dance like no one has ever danced before Rhys.”
Laina stepped forward and looked at us. “What is a life Ward?”
As I held Mieko in my arms I spoke. “A long time ago we were in a war to stop the Mages; they had killed all of the rightful rulers of the kingdoms and their families and taken over. There were twnety people that fought side by side with my wife and I against them. These people through thick and thin stood by our side. On the eve of the battle that found our failing they came to me and wanted to pledge a vow of life to me. I refused. I told them I was not worthy of the fealty they wanted to show me. I instead told them to make a vow of protection for my wife that they would become her body guards even from me if the need should arise. They became Morgana’s Life Ward. They are sworn to protect her until they die.”
“And we failed Taina whispered behind Laina.”
I reached out and cupped her face. “You did not fail and I will prove it to you when we get to the Arch Mage’s Tower. Keep heart and know I will not walk away this time. I will never walk away again.”
As I spoke Mieko was slipping out of her cloak. She was as I remembered a lithe tight body with golden hued cat eyes set into a feline face. Her front was covered in a short almost velveteen white hair, while her back sides and tail were tiger striped orange and black. Her hands and feet had sharp retractable claws. Her race is called the Phelony and they as a race are into an unarmed combat style called Kieso.
I sat down on the edge of the bed realizing I was still quite naked and Mieko casually swayed over to me and sat in my lap and started nuzzling my ear. “Gods how I have missed you Rhys.”
“We will be here a few more days I have some things to check into before we leave. Mieko you are welcome to stay here with us until we all leave.” Without thinking about it I began to scratch Mieko’s back right above where her tail joins her backside. She stiffened and started purring as she arched her back into my hand.
“Rhys if you don’t quit that you are going to have to kick the prudish ones out of the room. You know what that does to me.” She mumbled into my ear.
I pulled my hand back. “I am sorry Mieko, it is a bad habit, tonight I promised Laina my attention and I am hers until she finishes with me.”
“Who is Laina, maybe I could bribe her with a little TLC.”
“Where are my manners? Mieko you know Taina and Likka of course, this Is Laina Daughter of Taina and last but not least this is Beth my apprentice.”
“Oh! So you have an apprentice now Mr. high and mighty Warmage.” As Mieko spoke Taina spun and opened the door at a slight creaking sound from outside. A hooded figure fell into the room. As the figure tried to scramble to its feet Likka pounced on its back and sat on it.
Mieko started laughing. “Tia, I told you to wait for me in the alley.” A Phelony face looked up at us from her robes and meowed pitifully. “They won’t hurt you, these are old friends.” Likka got down off of the poor frightened girl and she climbed to her feet. Beneath her hood she had a beautiful feline face with Siamese markings.
Mieko got up and walked to her. “This is Taina, Laina, Beth, Likka, and…”
“I am Warmage Rhys David Cain.” I stood and bowed formally. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance.
“This is my love and friend Tia; she is a bit excitable but a good companion.”
Tia looked at Mieko, “I have disappointed you again miss, but I was so afraid you had been caught.”
“But I was caught Tia, caught by a man that has had me in chains before and even visited his vile body onto mine in the most lusty and lascivious ways.” Mieko said while holding a perfectly straight face. “If you hadn’t burst in here and stopped him he might by now have had me tied to that bed and rendering tortures upon my body using that evil tongue of his.”
“Really miss?”
“Really.” She said and then couldn’t hold her face straight any longer. “And now that you’re here maybe we can talk him into the tongue torture on both of us.” She giggled out hysterically.
“Miss you are having fun at me again.”
“Yes my lovely little thing I am poking fun at you. Do you trust me?”
“Always miss.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Miss there are others about and one of them is a man.”
“I am naked, so is Rhys, he has seen it all before.”
“But miss I have not been naked in front of a man since I was a kittling.”
“You said you trust me.”
“Yes miss but…”
“The only butt I want to see is yours.”
I was beginning to wonder what Mieko was up to when Tia finally gave in and dropped her robe to display a dazzling body covered in those same Siamese markings with one white star in between her perky young breasts.
“Now come over here and sit in Rhys’ Lap.”
Tia’s bright blue eyes got as big around as dinner plates. “But miss he is a man, I couldn’t do that. What would me mum say?”
Mieko began to pout. “You said you trusted me.”
I had to break in at this point “Mieko you know how I feel about making someone do something.”
“I will not force her into anything Rhys please trust me a little further.”
“It’s alright Tia I won’t hurt you.”
She came over passively and I patted my lap as she sat there Mieko asking us what our journey had been like and without thinking I absently reached up and scratched Tia the same way I had Mieko. The effect was as amazing as it was startling. Tia arched her back into my hand let out a yowling sound like a cat in heat and then proceeded to have a very wet orgasm in my lap that soaked me and the bed clothes all the way to the mattress below me.
I yanked my hand back cursing myself for being a fool when Tia just leaned into me and started purring. Mieko got up and walked over to me and kissed me long a deep. “Thank you for being you my love.”
“You and I need to talk. What was that all about?”
She motioned for me to join her outside so I gently sat Tia on the bed and kissed her on the forehead. When we reached the hallway a little ways away from the room she turned to me and spoke quietly. “I am sorry Rhys but when I saw you I saw my chance to help her. She has been through hell. When she was younger her father raped her and told her it was her fault for being naked in front of him. Then he sold her to a man as a slave and that man would beat her constantly for the slightest infraction of the rules. He knew enough not to leave scars because they would decrease her value. And he never used her sexually; maybe if he had she might have been different. She ended up with several owners each bad as or worse than the first. She has never known any kind of pleasure from a man. I found her in the slave pens and bought her to free her but she would not leave, she begged me to let her stay and be my maid. Later we became lovers and she is my delight. But I would give anything to give her a normal sex drive with men as well. You with one absent scratch that you do so well have just manage to reverse ten years of hell for that girl. She has now felt pleasure at the hand of a man.”
“I doubt seriously I have undone all of the bad, but if you had told me before you set that up…”
“You would not have let it happen. Rhys I know you well enough to know you have changed, you have always been a passionate man but your convictions are even more solid. Now enough of this sour topic.” Mieko stepped forward and wrapped her delicate fingers around my limp staff. “What have you been feeding my favorite snake?”
“Blonds, Brunettes, Redheads.”
“Maybe it needs a little tiger to feed it properly then.”
At that point we heard a giggle behind me and both looked to see one of the bargirls standing in the shadows with her hand over her mouth. The realization that we were both naked in the hallway with Mieko’s hand wrapped around my manhood suddenly hit me to make me turn a deep shade of red. Mieko waved to the girl and smiled. “You can feed the snake later right now he has other food to devour.”
The girl turned bright red and scampered off down the hallway towards the servants stairs.
“No where were we Rhys.”
“I was about to tell you that tonight was promised to Laina and I am hers alone and tomorrow night is promised to Beth. It is both of their first time with me.”
“See that is what I mean by you have changed, you never would have considered turning me down for anyone but Morgana. So I will have to wait two nights to feed the snake.”
We walked back into the room to see Tia curled up fast asleep on the bed. Laina came up to me and kissed me “Rhys they need you if for nothing else to sleep next to you. I will go back to Mom and my room for the night.”
“Please stay here there is room for us all to sleep on that bed and I didn’t get much of a chance to hold you in your sleep.” I lay down in the middle of the bed and in her sleep Tia snuggled up next to me and started a contented little purr deep in her throat. Mieko climbed in behind her and snuggled in. Then Laina climbed in on the other side of me and snuggled in. Likka walked over to the bed and stood up as a woman and climbed in behind Laina.
I could feel Mieko’s surprise by the way she tensed up. “Even after all these years you manage to keep a secret from me.” She chuckled and laid her head back down
Beth and Taina finally just shrugged and climbed into the very crowded bed…
I awoke in the cold morning light just as the sun peaked over the horizon. I had woke up to the most pleasurable sensation of four hands wrapped around my staff as the girls all tried to stir up trouble and were doing a fine job at it.
Tia looked me in the eyes and in a tiny voice that sounded almost pitiful. “Sir could you make me feel like you did last night, it is morning now and Laina said we could share you before she gives you up.”
“On one condition little Tia.”
“What would that be Sir.”
“That you stop calling me sir and call me Rhys.”
“I am a servant sir it would be unseemly for me to call you by your name.”
“You are not my servant and even though she lets you act as a servant Mieko does not think of you as one either. I can see her love for you in her eyes.”
“I will try Rhys.”
“I can’t ask more than that. Now would you like me to do the same thing as last night or would you like me to do something a little different but just as pleasant?”
“Nothing could feel as good as what you did last night.”
All the girls started giggling, “Wanna bet?” Laina asked with a devilish grin on her face.
I leaned into Tia and began to kiss her gently on the neck and upper chest, her eyes opened a little wider in a fear response. From behind her Mieko said “Relax baby he won’t hurt you. He is the most gentle and caring man I have ever met.”
I continued to kiss and lick her neck, shoulders and upper chest until I felt her relax and start to purr deep in her chest. I slipped downward a touch and began to kiss the tops of her breasts. Again she tensed slightly but not as much as before. As I continued waiting for her to relax I pushed my magic out and disabled her pain nerves. She needed to only feel pleasure this first time. She needed to feel a man could love her and not hurt her.
When she relaxed I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on it gently. She actually managed to tense and arch her back into me to get more attention to her breasts at the same time. When she relaxed enough to close her eyes I slid one of my hands up and began to stroke the area right behind her ears. This helped her to relax even more as I used my other hand to play with her free breast.
Once she was purring lightly and looking at me through hooded eyes I began to kiss downward, she purred and mewed softly until she realized were I was headed, then she looked into my eyes “Rhys men don’t do that. I have never seen a man put his face there.” I smiled and stuck my tongue out to tease the sides of her sweet velvet covered flower. At first she tried to tense but her body betrayed her. As she tensed it force her back to bend downward into the mattress. This of course made her pussy thrust upward into my waiting mouth. I tongued her tight womanhood until she started to tremble and mew, then I shifted my attention upward and licked her clit. The instant my tongue made contact she went off like a liquid cannon and her moan was loud enough to draw the attention of Taina and Beth from the other room. She drenched me; my face and hair were soaked with her liquid honey. My ears were full of the sweet fluid she gifted me with. The bed beneath her was soaked. I could not believe one little slip of a phelony could produce that much fluid. I bent down to kiss her clit again to show her I had enjoyed it and on contact she exploded again into my face this time her moan was almost a scream. It took me a few seconds to recover but I had to know so I began to lick and clean her thighs and moved to her pussy. This time I pushed my tongue inside her tunnel and she clamped her legs over my head and moaned as she pumped fluid into my mouth, I had to swallow in self defense.
“I’m sorry sir I have never had a man touch me that way and I got so excited that you would do it.”
“There is nothing to be sorry about Tia that was the most incredible thing I have ever seen.”
“Rhys. I know you said you would only give me pleasure but after what you have done for me would you put your manhood into me. I know I will get no pleasure from it the woman never does, but I want to make you feel as good as you have made me.”
I took everything I had to keep from crying as I worked my kisses back up her body and positioned myself between her legs. I bent in and locked my lips to hers and as she passionately returned my kiss I pushed into her. The Huff of air she exhaled into my mouth and the look of utter surprise on her face were just beautiful beyond imagination as she felt nothing but pure pleasure at my entrance. As I sank my cock into the hilt the excess juices from her earlier display squirted out around us. As I released her mouth her mews and moans sounded like a symphony to my ears. Within a minute I had her painting and begging me to go faster and harder. Then she started to vibrate and shake beneath me and I felt her legs wrap around my waist.
With a loud mewing moan she washed my balls clean with yet another spray of that sweet nectar. She was looking at me with shock in her eyes as I continued to thrust into her. “How?” As she tried to ask her body was again wracked by spasms as she clenched up and delivered another smaller blast of her precious body fluids. Each time she thought they were done I would send her back up to the top of those clouds only to tumble falling back to earth. Eventually her squirts became a mere trickle as with a last series of thrusts I pumped my seed deep into her womb.
Taina came over to the bed and handed Tia two
bottles of water from my pack. “Drink these you need the fluids.” Laina and Beth both were standing there with shocked expressions on their faces.
I smiled up at them. “Oh I see how it is, get my victim water and leave me to die of thirst.”
Taina stuck her tongue out at me and there was a chorus of “Don’t stick it out unless you intend to use it” from several of us. Everyone dissolved into giggles.
“I got up and started heading for the door, I think we need some breakfast and I need an outhouse visit.”
Beth called out from behind me “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
I looked back at her “What?”
“Pants.”
I looked down and sheepishly headed over to my clothing. The girls all laughed as they started to get up and get dressed.

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Revenge served Hot Part 1

11 am, time for my run. Ever since I started packing on the freshman 15 at Johns Hopkins I’ve been running at least 2 miles every day. I was going to stop once I lost the extra weight, but I love what it’s done to my body so much that I just kept going. I look completely different from the cute but pudgy girl that left for college. Now I have a beautiful body that makes men lust after me for the first time.
As I head to my front door, I catch a glimpse of myself in my hall mirror and can’t resist comparing the new me with the old me. Firm, toned legs meld into a perfect ass encased in tight running shorts. The biggest difference though is how big my boobs look. They’re the same size, a large B cup, but now that my stomach is toned they look so much larger. Unfortunately I have a tee-shirt on over my sports bra so they aren’t that visible.
As I open my door, I’m hit by a wave of heat and humidity. It must be 90 degrees out, far too hot to run… the way I’m currently dressed. With a touch of trepidation I take off my tee-shirt, leaving my clad in my shoes, shorts and sports bra. I never thought I would be one of those slutty girls who jog in a bra to get men to ogle them. I tell myself it’s only because of the heat, I’m not doing it to get looked at and start my run.
I live a good way off the beaten path, not a long time by car but on foot it seems like I’m in the middle of no-where. As I jog I begin to daydream, I’ve run this route so many times before that I don’t have to pay attention anymore. As I run, I begin to hear another person jogging behind me. That’s a bit odd, but not too much, there are enough houses along my route that another jogger isn’t that rare. However, there hasn’t been a house for almost half a mile; it seems odd that I wouldn’t have heard a jogger from one of them. I pay it no mind though, probably someone who stopped for a rest in the woods by the side of the road. As I run, the other jogger gets close enough for me to see what he looks like. A short man, with a terrible limp, his left foot turns at a 90 degree angle with the ground as he picks it up and lands on its side when he puts it down. However, he seems used to it; in any case it’s not slowing him down at all. He has a ball cap and sun glasses on though, so I can’t see what his face looks like. I stop and bend over to tie my shoe. I hear the man coming closer, than a rag is shoved into my face and all fades to black.
When I wake up, I’m lying on a bed in a well-appointed room. My arms and legs are tied to the head and foot boards with soft ties, but no matter how much I struggle I can’t break free. My shoes are gone, but thankfully I am still clothed, but I have a sinking feeling that that won’t last long, after all, who kidnaps a woman and ties her up on a bed without raping her? I start as the door to the room opens, directly in front of me, so that I see the opening through the frame of my spread legs. A man entered the man who was jogging behind me, the man who kidnapped me!
Good, you’re awake. Can I just say, it was a pain in the ass dragging you to my car in the woods. Books tell you about deadweight but you can’t appreciate it until you’ve had to move it.” “You son of a bitch, let me go” “Now am I likely to do that? I’m already liable for kidnapping, that’s life in prison as is. Anything else I do short of killing you is just gravy. There is no reason for me to let you go. And in any event, you owe me bitch.” “What do you mean? Do I owe you money? And who are you anyway?”
He took off his glasses and his hat and my stomach hit the floor. It was Pat Bradley. He went to my high school, took some classes with me and most of our respective friends were mutual friends. He had also twice drunkenly tried to woo me, once I was genuinely interested but passed out from too much Four Loco before I could show him and once I just let him along before hooking up with some guy who wasn’t even interested before I shoved my tongue down his throat. Pat had a lot of money and for his 18th birthday our senior year his parents had bought him a nice house in my town, for us to use for parties and for Pat to live in when he got back from college- to prepare him for full adulthood. It seemed that he as putting it to a new purpose. He pulled a knife out of his pocket.
“No, Pat please! I’m sorry I led you on but it was just a joke, please don’t kill me!” “I don’t plan on killing you, you dumb cunt. I plan on getting what you offered me.” “What, please no, I’m, I’m a virgin.” “What about that asshole you hooked up with at the party?” “He couldn’t get it up, he had too much to drink, all we did was make out.” “I don’t give a shit. You were willing to give it up to some stranger to make me look like a fool, now you’re going to lose it to that fool.”
He takes the knife and cuts off my shorts, leaving me only in panties and my bra for covering. “Well Jenna, here comes the moment of truth, the asshole you humiliated is about to see you naked.” I start to cry, I can’t believe that my first time is going to be rape. He takes the knife and cuts off my panties and then my bra, leaving my naked before him. He takes a camera and snaps several photos. “Insurance, if I let you go and you tell anyone what happened these will be leaked and your life will be over my dear.” He puts the knife away and takes off his clothes. He’s not bad looking, not build but not fat either. I can’t take my eyes off his cock. Its average size I guess, but I can’t get over the fact that that’s going to be the first cock inside of me.
He gets up on the bed, between my legs and fondles my breasts. He sucks on the nipples, caresses them and leaves a trail of kisses from my right breast to my left and down to my navel. Despite myself, I’m getting aroused, clearly Pat’s had a lot of practice. He continues kissing all the way down to my shaved pussy. He continues to feel my breasts with his hands while he blows on my clit and licks it. I damn near come from that. He sticks a finger into me and I gasp at the intrusion, he adds another and if I were standing my knees would have buckled. He withdraws and holds his fingers up before me. “Wet Jenna. I guess you really are a slut, after all, who gets wet from some foreplay when they’re about to be raped?” I start to cry, his words cut me to the bone and part of me starts to believe him. He gets up on his knees and lines his dick up with my pussy. With one harsh thrust he penetrates me to the hilt. I have no maiden head- lost it during soccer practice at college. He moves back and forth in me and the feeling is overwhelming. It swells in me and I lose myself in the sensation of being fucked. I cum. He keeps going on and on and on. I come again and again as he keeps feeling and kissing my breasts and he fucks me and as his body rubs against my clit. Finally he tenses, thrusts as far into me as he can and chums himself. As he pulls out, I start to cry again, I’ve been raped, I came while being raped and now he’s cum inside me. For all I know, I could get pregnant from this.
He lies on top of me for a minute, lost in ecstasy. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long Jenna. We’re going to do this a lot more, but I hope in the future you’ll be more active.” He gets dressed and goes over to a bag in the corner. He takes out some alcohol rubs and a piercing gun. He rubs the alcohol on my left nipple, making it get painfully erect. Then, he pierces it with the gun leaving it with a gold stud. He does the same with the right nipple. He puts the gun back and flicks my left piercing. “These mean that you’re mine Jenna, now and forever your mine.” He then unties me, first my feet, than my hands.” As soon as I’m free I curl up into a ball and weep for what I’ve lost. “Feel free to move around, this is a suite. You’ve seen the bedroom but there’s a bath and a kitchen attached. I’ll be back soon.” He gets up and walks to the door, just before he closes it, he turns and says something that freezes my marrow.
“You look lonely, when I come back I’ll bring a friend for us to play with.”

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Magical Hearts chapter 6

Loving and knowing my spouse’s heart:
Chapter 6
In the morning a knock at our door awakens us, I only let go of Isabel long enough to pull the blankets up to Isabel shoulder. She turns her head to look at me.
A servant enters the room, on a table, she places a tray containing breakfast, my stomach grumbles at the smell of the food. Isabel stomach grumbles in return, apparently our appetite heightened because of last night’s activities. The servant bowing and says, “The King request your presence shortly, once you eat, wash, and dress. The King should be available within an hour and a half. If there is nothing else I will take my leave.”
Once the server has left the room Isabel jumps to her feet and runs for the breakfast. She divides the food into two plates, and waves me to come to sit beside her, once I reached the couch I pull her onto my lap. Isabel giggles as I begin to feed her. Isabel feeds me in return, before long we both finished our breakfast, and I pull her up over to the bathing pool. Scented soaps and clean washcloths are on a small shelf near the pool along with some large towels. Isabel and I splash and play a little inside the pool, the water seems to stay warm without ever needing more hot water. I dry Isabel, gently caressing her with the large towel.
Isabel quickly dries me and we again dress, not in the same clothing we wore for our wedding, we have other fine garments ready for us within the cabinet. The King’s Stewart comes seeing that we are dressed he smiles and says, “The King should be ready within a few minutes if you would accompany me.”
Escorted into an audience chamber we wait for King Patrick. The King’s new blue chair and ottoman are now in one corner of the room, and other comfortable looking chairs face the chair I created for him day before yesterday. A book on an end table near the chair, apparently the King has enjoyed his chair as he read. I can just see him there reading a story to his grandchildren as they spread across the carpet, Isabel and I set holding hands and cuddling our youngest.
The image seemed so real for a moment, but how can that be. I am the son of a farmer; cast down into slavery and freed by a master wizard, now just entering adulthood, a journeyman wizard and married to the most beautiful girl I have ever known. How can I see, Isabel and my children as the Kings grandchildren?
The Kings voice as he wishes us good morning brings me back to the present. I cannot help but a smile crosses my face as I look into his eyes. The King asks jokingly, “Lady Isabel was your husband gentle enough last night? If not I could always have him flogged as a reminder.”
Isabel giggles at the King’s joke. Mischief is in her eyes, Isabel says, “My King, he was gentle enough last night, but if he ever fails to be so may I call upon you?”
My face gives away my shock as I look from the King to my wife. They can no longer hold back their merriment and laugh aloud. Isabel finally says, “I feel my husband will never give me cause to ever request such a thing sire.”
Still laughing the King manages to say, “I do believe you are correct my dear lady Isabel. His caring for you has already cost me ten gold, not a mistake I will make again.”
Seeing our confusion he continues, “Justin and I wagered, about him breaking your maiden hood, I said Julius was in such a hurry that he would forget to block your pain. Apparently, Justin knew you better young men.”
Isabel smiles warmly, caresses my face, saying, “My husband is a kind and gentle soul. He would cause no one pain if given the opportunity. However, if the need arises he has not or will not shrink from his duty to protect the innocent.”
The King says, “I have heard the story, of how the Raiders were going to attack Camarillo. Duke Julius your Captain Michael and Master Justin reported the incident. Now I find I have not only chosen well, a wise Duke, but a strong protector for that city as well.”
I smile and bow thinking the King for his complement, and wish I can live up to his trust. Smiling brightly the King says, “At least you are not like the other dukes, preferring to allow their guards and soldiers to face the danger, when the danger proves too great for their men, they run. I think you two are far too noble to allow another to face the danger in your stead. However, young Duke, I would have you not face such great danger that good wisdom should tell you to ask for assistance. One ship of Raiders I know you can face, with the ease you defeated them; possibly two would only provide you a challenge. You need not stand alone if the numbers are greater, send word and my forces will join yours.”
After he sees, I understand the King continues, “Young Duke you and Lady Isabel are far too valuable to lose. The word of your bravery now stirs the hearts of many of my Duke’s in their duties to their cities. Your example shall do more good than you could know. The warning that the gods can judge them, and their Royal status will not protect them, has yet to reach its full impact. I have been away for so long. I fear my kingdom has fallen from the righteous.”
There were rumors that the King searched for his missing son for over a decade. It said that the King would only appear once in a great while, and the dukes truly ruled in his absence. Many of the dukes were loyal and just to the King and the people. Others like the former Duke of Camarillo had become wicked, serving only their desires.
The King smiles and says, “Enough of this, we have other more joyous thinks to discuss. Along with some other minor business, for instance when can you enchant several of the crates for the kingdom’s granary?”
I smile and say, “Sire, we can have your twelve complete before the spring harvest.” There was a few crops that are planted in the fall and sprung up in and grew to be harvested early in the year. Crops like spring wheat and early barley, along with some early fruits, and most berries harvested before the heat of summer. The earliest are the berries, now in late spring they will soon be ready to harvest. Without the magical crates, the crop must be quickly, eaten or made into jams, jellies, and wine for later, or go to waste.
The King smiles, “It would be good to have fresh cherries in the dead of winter. My wife loved those, and our Cook found a way to preserve cherries and we had some fresh cherry pie on the winter solstice the last year we had together.”
Justin chuckles as he enters. He says, “The Cook had hidden a large bowl full within your box, King Patrick. You did not leave your wife’s side that year as she carried your child, when the Queen craved cherries she remembered the hidden bowl. That is when she retrieved them, and decided to make a pie your wife’s favorite.”
The King chuckles and says, “If I had known the wardrobe would worked like that, it would have been my pantry long ago.”
Isabel giggles, “Perhaps sire we can make a pantry for your cook, Julius needs only to change the spell for the crate slightly to create shells in the pantry the cook simply walks into from a doorway.”
I smile at my wife’s confidence in me, Justin says, “Sometimes, easier said than done. Although young Julius seems to have a talent at altering spells.”
With a shake of my head I say, “With my wife’s assistance I would be willing to attempt it sire.”
The King chuckles and says, “And in so doing yet another thing I need be grateful to you for the deed.”
I chuckle as I shake my head no and say, “Perhaps your cook, but not you sire. I know of many of the great things you have done. The entire kingdom owes you much, think of it as a gift from a loving citizen nothing more.”
The reason the King had been searching for his son, his mother and he sent away from New Cowan for their protection during a siege by an Orc army when the boy was only a baby. Eventually the siege was broken, but no one knows what occurred to the Queen and Prince.
The entire kingdom knows how the King routed the Orc army. King Patrick and a small number of his Knights raid the orcs encampment killing their leadership, before long the Orc army was doing as much damage to itself as our army. Eventually the remainders of the Army of Orcs retreated into their own territories.
Only three duchies had suffered greater than what New Cowan had, those were on the invasion route, two cities now abandoned, and the survivors now rebuild one, so few citizens had been left alive from the orcs onslaught. Now only Fort Raymond guards the frontier, the Fort named for the Knight Raymond who set forth the plan that brought about the destruction of the Orc army.
The King chuckles and says, “That may be so, but it will not stop my gratitude.”
Isabel smiles and says, “Perhaps then you could invite us back for a piece of fresh cherry pie during the harvest feast.”
The King smiles and bows to Isabel saying, “It would be my honor to have you as my guest during this harvest Fest.”
Isabel curtsies to the King and says, “Thank you sire.”
The King chuckles and says, “Once you have your household in order, may I visit you?”
Without hesitation I say, “Your Majesty is always welcome, in order or disarray. Isabel and I will have many children, so order may be a rare thing in my home.”
The King smiles sadly, and says, “Julius, I wish you and Isabel all the happiness and as many children as the gods can bless you with.”
Isabel’s hand drops to a top her womb. I step behind her and cover her hands and I feel the new life growing in her womb, as I kiss her neck I whisper, “Yes love, you now carry our first.”
Isabel’s eyes widened with shock and joy, she spins in my arms and our lips meet brightening the room with our glow. The King confusion shows on his face. Justin chuckles and says, “Be careful with your blessings my King, apparently they are very fast acting. Isabel is now pregnant.”
King Patrick eyes light up with joy and says, “Congratulations my two young friends, may the child be healthy and strong.”
Isabel turns in my arms again so we both bow as one, Isabel in a bright voice says, “Thank you sire.” I can hear her inner voice, (I need to tell my mother, I hope my father will be happy. Oh, Julius I love you so much.)
I whisper, “I love you too Isabel.”
Justin chuckles and says, “It has begun Isabel, be careful of your thoughts your husband should soon begin to hear them clearly.”
I chuckle and say, “Yes my love, we should inform your mother and father very soon, I am sure your father will be overjoyed.” Isabel’s inner voice is all giggles, as she comes up onto her tiptoes to kiss me once more.
The King says, “Jeremiah most certainly will be overjoyed, having won that wager. He will be here shortly. Julius can think to stop her pain, but not keep her from becoming pregnant on your wedding night. The gods truly favor you.”
Justin says, “It was not always King Patrick, poor Julius lost his parents to Raiders who took him as a slave very young in his life. Julius wears the brand of a slave to this day, sold and resold when I come upon him he was nearly eight years old, but so malnourished he looked two years younger easily. I had to do a spell to retrieve the memory from him of when the Raiders took him, one the multitude saw how he became a slave they sought vengeance on the Raiders. My spell allowed him to remember and identify those who killed his parents.”
Isabel looks confused and asks, “Where would such a brand be, I felt none on Julius.”
Justin says, “I had healers try to remove the scar the brand had created, but none could.”
The King says, “Remember the woman who sung at your wedding, several healers try to cure her arthritis but none could, when your glow surrounded us all, her arthritis was healed.” The King slides up his sleeve, “Remember the scar I received from that Orc’s sword that nearly took my arm.” Justin shakes his head yes, and the King displays his arm to Justin. Justin examines the Kings arm it has no scar. The King continues, “This morning is the first in many years I have awoken without the pain to remind me of my lost son. The goddess come to me in a dream, she said soon I would know my son. I pray that is so.”
The King has a sad smile, “I have missed so much of his life, if only I had listened to my wife and let them stay. I pray that I will miss no more, that the goddess truly did answer my prayers.”
As the King was talking, I could not help but reach behind my back just above my hip where the slave scar had existed. My hand slides my shirt up and out of the way, as my hand, slides down my knuckles catch on the loose pants as I am scratching the skin where the scar had been. I so hated that scar, and what it stood for, for years I had to carry papers saying that I was no longer a slave. Now that my magic is strong enough, no one would make the mistake of trying to enslave me.
The voice of my mother-in-law as she calls to her daughter causes me to turn. I withdraw my hand not wanting to look like I am scratching my ass. The funny thing is the spot actually itched I guess having the scar there so long it was an odd sensation being actually able to feel the skin there. I realized my clothing is in disarray as I hear a gasp from behind me. I moved to start to straighten my clothing, only to have my hands jerked away. Turning I see the white face of the King as he knelt to look at the spot where the scar had been. Suddenly he turns to Justin and shouts, “Justin, you said you scribed for him. How can he be in your care without you knowing he is the Prince? ”
Justin in just as much shock as the King says, “Sire, I truly did not know. I scribed for the Prince, others scribed for the Prince also, and none could find him. It is as if the gods wished him hidden.”
Isabel in shock looks at me, “Does this mean I am a princess?”
I say, “First I must be recognized as the Prince, I am just my father son now. Until the ceremony to recognize me as the Prince, I do not hold that title. Until that time you cannot be recognized as the Princess.”
Justin in shock states, “My Gods could it be that simple, the mistake we all made. We made the mistake of scribing for a Prince, when we should have been looking for your son my King.”
The King slumps heavily in the chair I created for him, still white faced as we move closer, and I kneel before him. Looking Into my eyes he says, “I ordered my wizards, clerics and all who had any magic to scribe for the Prince. Could we all have forgotten that no ceremony proclaiming you Prince had occurred?”
Looking into my father’s face for the first time that I can remember I say, “If the gods wished it. Perhaps it was to answer many prayers not just your own.”
Justin still shaking says, “I had many clerics, and other healers try to remove the brand a slavery and scars from Julius. All finally gave up telling me, the gods wanted him to carry the marks.”
Holding my father’s gaze I say, “Do you know how many nights I laid in torment, praying to the gods that the next day would be better, for strength so the whip would not find me. I heard my prayers echoed no slave wishes to disappoint their master. Given the power, I will see that no man is a slave. No man should have the power to brand another and call him slave. I think that is a prayer the gods meant me to answer.”
Isabel wraps me in her arms as tears freely fall, she says, “My poor Julius, no one will ever hurt you again.”
Energy practically crackles around us. The King says, “Lady Isabel I share your sentiment, Julius my son I spent so many years searching for you, so many hours every day praying to the gods that you were safe and in good health. I think I nearly lost my kingdom in my efforts to find you, but it was something I would give up for you.” He reaches down and picks up both of us pulling Isabel and me into a hug, now the energy surrounds the three of us protectively.
Is as if the King had not noticed it before and ask, “What is this that surrounds us. It does not hurt when it touches me, but I can since the danger in it.”
Smiling at my father, I say, “That is love, it protects from those who would do you harm and is deadly to those who wish you ill, it welcomes those who love you and will protect them also.”
He smiles, “How do you know this?”
There before us in the armor of light stands the Lady, the goddess Aphrodite. She caresses our faces, and the lightning vanishes as we sink to our knees. She says, “I have hidden Julius many years, his mother prayed for his salvation, as she gave up her own life to protect him. No greater act of love is there. I answered her prayer.”
“I placed him in the arms of a loving woman and a gentle man to raise him from a baby. When the Raiders came, he was far too young, but I soften the heart of the man that would have surely killed the boy. Nevertheless, a man that evil only love can do so much, so he took your son as a slave branding him. That brand covered his birthright, the birthmark shared by all male members of your line. I would not allow it healed away, until the proper time. I brought Justin to train him, to care for the boy and end his suffering.”
“Patrick this is your son. Soon you will have need of him, he will be a great man, and he and his wife will show the true power of love to many.” With that, she is gone.
Isabel and mock anger says, “I told you I did not want to be royalty. All the while, you are the son of King Patrick.” When my face displays shock at my wife’s words, she can no longer hold her laughter. My father’s laughter rings through the halls, bold and bright warming the hearts of all who hear it, those who do instantly began to laugh along with him.
Jeremiah shakes his head as he laughs, finally as everyone begins to calm and quiet returns he says, “When Justin told me Julius was a former slave, I nearly curse the gods for blighting Isabel to be bonded to him. Then upon seeing his dowry, I was humbled. Then the gods showed me how much he truly loved my daughter. Calling her weight in gold and a third in diamonds mere dust compared to her. I knew I was truly wrong in my estimation of Julius.”
Smiling at me, he continues, “Then, I find that I still had underestimated this young man. He is wise enough to take direction of those more skilled than he is. He is powerful enough to bring about great destruction when needed. He is kind enough to see to the needs of even those taken wrongfully as slaves. Truly, he is noble, kind, wise and his love for Isabel outshines us all. When it comes his time he will make a great King to carry on for you sire.”
Looking into my father’s face I say, “I would not have it be any time soon, I have lost a lifetime I will plead for the gods to give us that time twice over, that I, and your grandchildren could come to love you, not as our King but father and grandfather.”
The King says, “I know not how long the gods would grant me, but I do hope I will come to know my grandchildren, that they would love me as their grandfather.”
Isabel giggles at her mother’s confusion looking into her face she says, “I already carry our first child. The baby should be born near midwinter.”
Father nudges me, “Perhaps it would be good for you to create that pantry, and we may save some berries to answer my daughter’s cravings.”
Is only then that I realized how much my life truly has changed in so short of a time, less than a week ago I was no one other than an journeyman mage showing promise, now I am the son of the King, married to a true princess, a beauty of body and spirit.
Isabel’s hand interlaces with my hand, smiling she says, “You heard the King. We have some enchanting to do. So where is the carpet, so we can go gather wood for the job?” I kiss my wife on her cheek.
My mother-in-law looks to Justin and ask, “Is it safe for the baby for her to do magic?”
Justin chuckles and says, “It should be safe enough, because the child is going to be a mage himself. Most of their children are going to have magic.”
Jeremiah and Justin comes with us, along with two of father’s guards, Captain Michael and his wife and daughters. The cook hands us a picnic basket, with enough food for everyone. Will do our enchanting and bring back the finished items.
One of the guards carries a standard, as we fly across the wall guard salute. I am not sure I will ever get used to that, but I understand it is a way to show respect.
As we traveled we move up River, no one has lived here in many years, the land is overgrown and in need of care. Alone chimney stands in a meadow, once a farm now only ruins of the farmhouse remain. A deep wood borders the farm, and looks like an excellent source for the wood we need. I fly the carpet as Isabel gathers the wood at Justin’s directions, he points out several old and dying trees. As Isabel gathers the wood, Justin replaces the tree using an acorn from the tree taken. A young healthy tree replaces each Isabel gathers into her ball to use later.
After we gathered enough wood, I fly back to the meadow for a picnic lunch. From the air, it looks very peaceful, no sign of the troubles that caused the farmer and his family to abandon the land.
The two guards look around before they say, “This old farm is peaceful enough now, but this is where the main encampment of orcs was set up. Up there on the hill is where the King destroyed their leadership, after that the Army fell into disarray. Many of them abandon the siege, and others begin infighting try to decide who was fit to lead. We would station archers their arrows would find any the orcs who looks strong or capable enough to lead. Many a brave man died near here, but soon the will of the orcs was broken and they retreated.
Captain Michael warns his girls, “Do not go very far, and be careful where you put your feet. Orcs use poison weapons. I doubt any remain after all these years, but they have to be a reason why the farm was never reestablished.
One of the two guardsmen say, “No one wanted to live this far away from the city, it would take too long to reach the safety of the walls. The land was poison for years, not many people ever venture this way, so no one knew the land has recovered.”
I nod my head yes and say, “Perhaps I should help it along, remove anything dangerous so the land may recover more quickly.” The two guards grin and nod their heads. I direct everyone to a single spot and set the wood down near it. I begin my gathering spell pull all sharp or dangerous objects from the nearby Meadows and woods. Items clink together as they begin to form a ball of red-hot metal; spear tips old rusty swords, old knives, and other weapons of various designs. As a fine looking sword begins flying towards the ball I feel Justin reach out and take it, I relaxed the hold of the spell has on it. Only a few other items Justin removes before they melt down to nothing but base metal.
Allow the metal ball to cool growing solid, then black as water from a brook washes over it until the steam stops rising. I allow the ball to settle to the ground it being no longer dangerous. The two guards stare at how much metal is there. One states, “It is hard to believe that much was left behind. I would not believe orcs to run away so quickly to leave so many weapons.”
Justin chuckles, “It was fortunate we managed to talk a Dragon into attacking the Army of orcs, it cost the King’s weight in gold but was worth it.”
One guard chuckles and says, “We should bring the ball of metal back perhaps that will pay back the treasury some of the lost gold.”
I commend the guard on his idea. “That is a very good idea, may I have your name to ensure you get the credit.”
His fellow guard says, “Lieutenant Ben Stander, of Able Company.”
I smile and toss him my small pouch of gold coins. It only holds ten, I say “Consider that a down payment, once the metal is sold all see that you receive a portion.”
Lieutenant Stander looks stunned, “That is not normally how things work. The Duke normally keeps everything.”
I wave away the purse as it offered back. Smiling I say, “I am not that Duke. I will speak to the King if I have done anything improper. Consider the gold as my apology.”
The two guards bow to me, and they go begin walking a perimeter, each moving some distance away, one checks the hilltop, while the other checks the timberline. After they walk the wide circle, they return.
Justin, Isabel and I are discussing how to create the pantry, I am worried because it will have a doorway and more likely children, servants or even guess may step into the pantry and have the door accidentally closed. We discuss a warning spell, to be weaved into the enchantment, warning you not to close the door if someone is inside. I think that is a fair idea, although someone still make close the door not realizing the danger. If time stops when the door closed, a person stopped aging, to do that you die.
I asked Justin a question, “What if time never stops when you close the door, only slows down?”
Justin thinks for a moment and ask, “How could we do that?”
I state, “On the crates, you concentrate and see that it is closing and the sand falling through the hourglass stops.”
Isabel giggles and says, “Instead of seeing the sand stop, see it taking an hour, a day, a week or even a month for a single grain of sand to fall through the hourglass.”
Justin chuckles, “How about a year, it has to be easier to slow time than to stop it. That would make them much easier to create. All we need to do this catch a rabbit or two to test it. Drop the rabbit inside the door and close it. Open the door again and see how far the rabbit got away. If it only moved a foot or two, you knew time slows only becoming normal when the door opens. If the rabbit is all the way to the back corner when you open the door, possibly the enchantment did not work so well. But if the rabbit is dead, you stop time instead of just slowing it down.”
Isabel is a little reluctant to use a rabbit, until I explained. We will use it for dinner later, no matter the outcome. Isabel tells us she does not like rabbit, in any form for dinner.
Justin chuckles, “Perhaps that is why you did not like the stew, and you still cleaned your bowl the first night you two were together.”
Isabel’s face drains of color as she asks, “That was rabbit stew? I thought it was just really bad lamb stew.”
Justin’s face reddens and I changed the topic. “Perhaps we can just use some kind of insect? Like a butterfly or grasshopper, I imagine the girls can catch one or the other for us.”
Isabel hugs her uncle and for her apology she says, “You know I do not like rabbit, so for rabbit stew it was really good.”
Justin chuckles and says, “Just for that you guys will always cook when you come for your education.”
I chuckle and inform Isabel, “You think his rabbit stew his bad, the stew I make is worse, I do not use rabbits, it is all vegetable.”
After we chuckle for a while, we go back to creating the pantry. We start by separating a large piece of the wood, it forms into a long box, a doorway forms on one end, when the door opens I bring more wood in and create shelves. We begin decreasing the length until it is only a hand width on the outside of the box, the inside the box is still just as deep. Nearly thirty feet deep by eight feet high and ten foot wide, a central aisle with shelves on both sides deep enough to store many items. Concentrating on the effects that occur when you close the door I see the image of an hourglass with a single grain of sand falling through once a year, inside the box with the door close, while time on the outside remains unchanged.
The girls bring us back a grasshopper and we try to test the pantry. I step into the pantry holding the grasshopper and I said it on the shelf. Everything appears normal and I walk outside. I look at the grasshopper on the shelf and it looks like is beginning to get ready to jump to move further down the shelf. I placed my hand on the door and it slides back into place and disappears. There is a carved relief of the Royal seal in the center of the door, and you need to place your hand just below it to activate the door.
I suggest we have our picnic lunch, and then we can check and see if the enchantment work correctly. The girls had picked some flowers, and they give some to Isabel and a like amount to their mother. Isabel gives the two girls a hug and peck on their cheeks and a thank you.
Even the guards join us, enjoying the food the cook had stored for us in the picnic basket. I asked several questions and the guards smile giving me their answers, both men enjoy their work. They are not required to do much other than guarding the royal family and guests at their current posting. Both men are veterans, although neither were in the Army during the siege that happened over a decade ago.
As the conversation goes around they begin to ask questions of me, and I look to Justin and Isabel before I answer. When Lieutenant Stands ask, “Sir there is a rumor going around, is it true are you the lost Prince?”
Captain Michael look shocked and asks, “Duke Julius? I know a little about your past, you would be the right age. However, you have the brand from where you were a slave.”
The two guards struck silent by that information, Isabel nods her head yes and so does Justin so I inform them. “During our wedding ceremony, the brand was removed as many there were healed. Even the scar on the King’s arm from over a decade ago is gone. So is my brand, this morning the spot itched so much I ran my hand over it, that spot had no feeling from the brand until today. After the King saw my birthmark, the goddess Aphrodite explained she had hidden me away until now.”
I could have turned into a dragon and the two guards would have been less impressed. After a few questions, we start the story from the beginning, using all the information we have the patch it all together. Guards look on in wonder as we each tell our portion and at all rings true. Michael’s two girls pet on me as I described how bad it was to be a slave. I can see anger in the guards’ faces at the retelling of my mistreatment, and then Justin and Michael and their share the story.
Finally, Isabel and I have our first meeting, and how I called her an Angel and gave her a halo. Then she recalled the events that led up to our last meeting. Justin explains about our bonding, and the events that led up to my arrest. Captain Michael begins from there telling of the wicked Duke, his misdeeds and right up to the point where Isabel and I dragged off by the Duke. I tell of the torture I suffered at his direction, Isabel tells of how they were going to manipulate her. Captain Michael puts in a few more details about how the Duke and his court had run, telling of the runner and finding his dead body.
We finally tell of the night of trial, all that we remember, and the morning after. Jeremiah explains how we defended against the Raiders, and finally our trip here.
The guards stand at the end of our telling, they bow deeply when they straighten they salute. I stand in return their salute, and say, “If you salute my rank, I salute your service.”
There is crashing in the woods, as something large moves fast and not caring how much noise it creates. The guards immediately move into defensive positions, I stand with Isabel to my back, as Justin and Jeremiah moved to the flanks, and the Captain comes to my shoulder with his sword drawn and ready. Isabel stands between his wife and daughters and the rest of us.
The large black serpentine had preceded only by a four foot long forked tongue emerges from the undergrowth. A drake, not a true Dragon, but a lesser reptilian cousin, in the wild they are very dangerous. It drawn to the smell of the food, and since this area abandoned long ago, it set up its territory in the vicinity. It is possible to train them, but that requires imprinting as a hatchling. Obviously, this creature is very wild, and since were in its territory it will consider us food. If it would just Justin and myself we probably could evade the drake, but with this, large of a party that is not an option.
Before the guards charged, I bring forth a lightning bolt that strikes the drake running through its tongue directly into its body. It started to charge, however as the lightning bolt struck, its legs froze and it slid forward on unmoving limbs. The lightning bolt continues to ark until smoke rises off the tongue and around the feet. Once I released the lightning bolt, the creature drops to the ground, obviously dead.
Isabel breaks the silence, as she pats be on my ass giggling she says, “You are going to have to teach me that spell.”
Justin chuckles too, “That is one hell of a lightning bolt you have.”
The guards chuckle and say, “I thought it was our job to protect you. Now I feel like the one being protected.”
I chuckle and say, “Those who would be great truly serve the many.”
The guards give me another salute; once for sure no other creature will emerge from the woods the two guards go and begin to skin the drake. They inform me that a tannery will pay a huge sum for the skin. I tell them to use it to create a fund for widows and orphans of any guard who fell doing his duty. I tell them that we must take care of our own, I would not have a man lose his life in performance of his duty and his widow and orphans starved to death.
I think my generosity shocked the two guards more than the lightning bolt shocked the drake. As they work, I can hear them talk.
We check the box finding the grasshopper as it just begins to spring up as the door slide open. I am fairly satisfied that it is working the way we hoped, but without an hourglass at our disposal it would be much too difficult to truly estimate how well it is working.
Justin does is discovery spell on it, and his eyes widened as does his smile. He says, “I do believe is going to work just the way you wanted it to. A single grain of sand per year through an hourglass, and it did not kill the grasshopper. Although, we will have to repeat it to make sure is not a fluke.”
My father in law chuckles and says, “I would appreciate one of those in exchange for a crate. Actually, two would be great, one for the ship, one that I may transport food. Besides that I think they are better because they do not kill anything you place inside.”
I asked, “Now that we figured out how to change the spell, we can make the crates the same way. Only they would not be good for storing food for indefinite periods. Although, as slow as time moves once the door shut you can come back six months after leaving hot rolls to find them still too hot to eat, ”
My father-in-law finishes my sentence saying, “and Rebecca about to stuff her mouth with one, only to wonder why her mother is so upset over it.”
Isabel giggles and says, “To Rebecca the door shut only a second before, once it opens she would then discover the bread is too hot. I wonder if she would notice it is a different season outside.”
Justin says, “At least she would be a life to notice. I think this is much better than the old way.”
Jeremiah says, “I would not mind even the fact it would allow a rat to remain alive for a very long time within the crate, it could not eat much once the lid is closed.”
I shake my head yes, “I have always feared what could occur with the old enchantment. At least this way a mistake would not be deadly, but it made lead to missed birthdays, not the end of them.” A second thought hits me and I say, “Or seed grain that would never sprout, when you place grain in the old type crates it is dead, usable, but it will never sprout to grow again.”
Justin says, “Because time slows down and does not stop within the pantry, a person could take a hundred years to walk out, but walk out a life.”
Isabel says, “Surely someone would open the pantry before then, but I see your point.”
I say, “We will have to ensure that the door can be open from within, and once you touch it the enchantment allows time to move normally. Who would like to take ten years to open a door?”
We modify the spell on the current pantry, and create two more. Six more crates, with the new enchantment, three for house Morgan, and three for Father, the King. Once the guards have finished skinning the drake, we leave and head back to the city, the large iron ball trailing behind. Once across the wall I take the two Royal guardsmen to the tannery, and we drop off the drake hide.
A large bag of gold I hand to the Lieutenant, and he shakes his head thinking I only said it jokingly before. I instruct him to inform me when it runs low so that I may replenish the fund.
We then moved to the smelters area, many blacksmiths and metals smiths located in this area, after finding one willing to purchase the large metal ball, I accept the one thousand gold he offers, and he produces a letter of credit authorizing the transfer. I look to Justin he nods his head affirmatively, and the guards inform him that it will be going into the royal treasury.
As we return to the palace, and I set back down in the courtyard, Father is there, I even show him the grasshopper we had left in the pantry and explain the difference between it and one of the crates with the old enchantment. He smiles and gives me a hug.
The King says to one of the nobles giving him a hard time. “Do not let me catch you in this enchanted pantry; if you go missing I should leave you there for a year or two. It would only be minutes to you but paradise for me.”
The two guards addressed the King. The lieutenant begins, “Sire you wanted us to report any problems.” The King nods and looks at me. The guard begins, “As we were finishing our lunch, a drake attacked sire.” Given me a bow the guard continues, “Julius, hit the beast with the lightning bolt that must have lasted a five count killing the creature. He then had a skin the creature, selling the hide he wishes to create a fund for widows and orphans of the guard. We were at the old orcs campsite, he also gathered up all the old metal abandoned as they fled. He sold it for a letter of credit.”
I hand my father the letter of credit, “For the royal treasury, it is from the spoils of your victory.”
The guard Lieutenant says, “If I may sire, your son is a lot like you, kind and generous, courageous and powerful. I would stand at his side, any day, against any force. I would feel as I was the one being protected, much the way my father described being at your side.”
Isabel wraps her arm around me. Jeremiah and Justin chuckle as they nod their head yes. Finally, Captain Michael says, “The same as I feel in his presence sire.”
The King chuckles and wraps his arms around Isabel and me. He says, “I feel I have not only found my son, but my champion as well.” Looking at the guard Lieutenant he says, “He killed a drake.” It was a statement instead of a question.
The Lieutenant says, “Yes sire, nearly without effort, he reacted and we needed only to make him aware of any other danger. Fortunately none came.”
I smile at the lieutenant and say, “The two would rush to have fought the creature to its death or their death to protect us. They are brave and loyal.”
The King points out, “You will need a personal guard, men that should train with you, and know what to expect. Your strengths and weaknesses, wizards are very powerful, but an arrow through your heart and you are still just as dead as any man is.”
His words are true, and they come from the understanding of a father. Thankfully, he is not over protective, under the circumstances it could easily have occurred, but I think he understands and respects my strength, my ideals, as he is beginning to get to know who I truly am.
Isabel whispers into my ear, “Husband I have yet to give a dowry, we had believed you orphaned. Will you help me gather my dowry?”
I nod my head yes, “Of course my love, I will help you in any fashion that you desire.”
We possibly could remain for three more days, but I knew that soon Camarillo would require its Duke. Father was holding court; disputes either between duchies, or between matters that covered more than a Duchy brought to the King’s court. Occasionally, someone with enough power or wealth would petition the king’s court to overturn of Duke’s decision, all those matters heard, and I do realize at one time in the future I will be the one hearing the king’s court.
After presenting the pantry to father, we had to make a brief stop in the kitchen and installed it for the cook, after I explained how the magic worked, and warned her not to allow anyone to stay within, or they would have a large chunk of time missing.
The cook placed to chickens within the pantry. She wanted to ensure that it did not kill them, tossed them in the air before closing the door. When the door was open the chickens still had not landed, but clucked loudly and ran once they did.
When I explained to her that once the door is closed time slows down within the pantry without stopping, therefore it does not kill any living thing. I warn, with the door closed the person inside will not realize how much time has passed. They are aware of only a few moments that passes as the doors shuts and opens. If you do not open the door but once a season, everything you left within would be as fresh as the day you shut the door.
The cook asks, “You mean I can cook a meal on Monday and serve it Friday just as hot and fresh as it was on Monday after closing the door?”
I say, “You could prepare a pie, place it upon the shelf within the pantry, and serve it a decade later barely cooled, time only moves normally within with the door open, If the door remained open for only an hour during that decade, the pie would only cool for an hour and a minute.”
The Cook giggles now that she understands; she gives me a kiss on the cheek and says, “Thank you young wizard, I think I might finally get a day off. I will make several dishes ahead of time, to serve hot and ready without me even being in the kitchen.”
I smile and say, “Very true, and you can store away much more fresh fruit, vegetables, and berries that would spoil otherwise. You can have fresh berries in the dead of winter, but remember everything ages normally when the door is open. However, do not close the door thinking I can get something from the shelf on the end. That short walk would take you a hundred years to us. I think the King would be rather upset if his dinner was that late.”
The cook laughs, “Very true young wizard.”
The cook begins to explain to her staff, that the door is to remain closed as long as possible, opened only as briefly as necessary to retrieve or store an item. No one is to remain inside to organize the shells once the door is closed.
Satisfied that the cook truly understands and will explain it to her staff Isabel and I leave for our shopping.
We take our leave of our fathers who are talking business anyway, with the lieutenant and the other guard who accompanied us earlier today, Isabel after gathering several diamonds from the first dowry now hers, and we head to the market. She sells four diamonds, now holding a purse with over a thousand gold we buy six rugs. One will replace the rug Justin gave us. Two will be for Isabel’s father, the other three Isabel will try to enchant. Isabel buys to ornate mirrors; they are small and handheld but excellently crafted.
New Cowan, is two days walk from the coast, and two more to the major duchies along the coast road to the north another three days walk is a city of Bethany. Bethany is the major trading port for the northern half of Cowan. The next largest city down the coast is Camarillo. Only small fishing villages dot the coast to the south of Camarillo for nearly six days walk, then the city of Edmonton, along with its Duke controls much of the coast on South. They also have the largest harbor in the kingdom. A road stretches along the coast, from Bethany in the North, all the way to Edmonton in the South; the coast road connects with roads leading inland. Most of the duchies of the kingdom are rather small, some just of village with a tower for the Duke. Others have sizeable farmlands stretching in every direction from the seat of the duchy.
The problem is with a kingdom this large it takes months before word spread from one end of the kingdom to the other. With a small carpet, a messenger can make the trip within a week. Isabel bought three small carpets of sufficient quality that a single messenger with a dispatch pouch could move from Duchy to Duchy. I do believe that would be something my father would truly appreciate. He is not so much about himself as being able to serve, and protect the people of his kingdom. I am glad my wife can see that, it goes to speak of her heart as well.
When Isabel stop at a dress shop, she dragged me in with her. I was surprised when she went to the area that held dresses for younger girls. Looking through she found two of different size that looked identical in style, slightly differences in color. She asked if the Captain’s daughters about that size. I shook my head yes what I could tell the both were about that same size. The dresses might be just slightly too large for the girls now, but the girls are growing. Isabel paid for the dresses and we left.
I stopped by the tannery to which we sold the Drake hide, our two guards look confused when I began bartering to buy the leather made from it. Drake hide is extremely tough few arrows and bolts can penetrate the leather, in conjunction with chain mail, it can make a light tough armor, perfect for a mage.
Isabel spotted me the money until my treasure retrieved from Camarillo Keep, and the leather would be ready in two days. Isabel was not sure what I plan for the Drake leather. I was going to use it to protect my wife, at least as much protection as it would grant. If I cannot keep her from danger, at least I can give her as much protection that magical armor will provide. Drake leather is one of the necessary elements used in creation of magical armor.
Having set upon this course there are several other items I will need to acquire, and perhaps my father-in-law would be the best source for those items. If clan Morgan did not have the items, I am sure that they will have the contacts that can either procure them or direct me to individuals that can.
We stopped by an armor Smith, and I inquire about Elvan chain, specifically star silver, unfortunately he does not have any, and the only source within the kingdom is at Bethany, an armor Smith in Bethany purchases the star silver link material from the elves. He acts as intermediary between the elves and dwarves. The dwarves mine the raw star silver, refine it, they make some of the best swords from it. The elves on the other hand, can work it into such a fine link that the dwarves are willing to give up some of the star silver to attain the fine star silver material.
I ask Isabel, “Would you like to go to Bethany tomorrow? I have need of star silver material; it is the only source within the kingdom.”
Isabel is well traveled and educated by her parents in the ways of merchandising. Certain rare items are always in demand by wizards. Drake hide leather, star silver material, diamond dust, are but a few items used in creating magical armor. Isabel says, “That is a city that we should not linger in, the clan has lost people there. They just went missing and no search can find them. There should be enough Drake hide leather, for two suits of armor. Remember, to protect me you must also protect yourself.”
Forgetting myself, I step forward and give my wife a kiss causing us to glow. The Smith gasp as the scars from years of working the forge disappear from his hands and forearms. He flexes his once painful hands and smiles as he gives blessing to the gods.
He asks, “Does that occur each and every time you kiss your lady?”
With a smile I say, “My Angel’s halo is seen with each kiss. I am unsure if it heals all touched by the light.”
George, our second guard pulling down his shirt looking for an old scar, he says, “It does take care of the old painful wounds.”
Isabel giggles and says, “Love heals all wounds.”
The Smith looks at is pleading, “Please come to my home, my son injured his arm this morning and the physician is going to take it off tomorrow. If you can help, I will do anything, I will pay any price you ask.”
Isabel moved by his story, not the promise of payment. Isabel says, “We will come, if we can help you need make no payment, love is always given freely.”
The Smith we learn his name is Craig, a tall broad shouldered man with black hair and brown eyes, with huge hands as we walked to his home people move out of the way. Not that he is a bad person, but the look of urgency on his face and his size give all reason to move aside. His home is not very far, in the middle of the city a middle-class neighborhood. Isabel and I are accustomed to such places, but our two guards are nervous and feel out of place. I can just hear Captain Michael scolding me for going into such a neighborhood without his protection.
The truth is in a neighborhood like this one the more guards around you the larger the target you are. If Isabel and I had our normal clothing, no one would ever pay attention to the two of us walking together through a neighborhood like this. A journeyman mage and the daughter of a merchant would be a normal site for this neighborhood. Although neither of us are that anymore, I am sure the rumors of my return are spreading through the city.
We finally reached the home of Craig the Smith, slightly larger than many around it, a small fenced yard and a stone walkway leads to the front door. Many children are in the front yard, they seem quite sad most likely the brothers and sisters of the injured boy.
Craig opens his front door and holds it for the guards, Isabel, and I. Craig’s wife a large woman herself, not truly fat just tall with broad shoulders for a woman, greets us. She looks as if she could work right alongside her husband at his Smithy. It is easy to see the distress on her face, and she steps into her husband’s embrace. He explains, “My love Jenna, I brought some people who may help. Look at my hands.”
The woman examines her husband’s hands with look of hopeful wonder. She asks, “How?”
Isabel answers, “The goddess Aphrodite’s blessing, when we kiss the light of our love has the power to heal, when the goddess wishes.”
Jenna practically pulls Isabel up the stairs and I follow and then Craig and the guards. In a small bedchamber, his grandmother is holding the weeping four-year-old boy; he was in so much pain. One arm is obviously terribly broken, swollen and in a wrong angle. I immediately put the boy to sleep using a simple sleep spell. I know the arm must be straight before the healing magic will work properly. I tell Craig what we need, and what we must do first. His eyes widened as I tell him what might happen if we do not.
Only a few minutes later, he comes back with the boards, and a couple sheets we move the sleeping boy, his mother holds him, even in his sleep, the pain is evident on the young boy’s face. I cast the spell the blocks pain and the little boy relaxes. Craig extends his arm pulling at least two inches longer than the other is. Unfortunately that is necessary, I concentrate on the boy’s bones within his arm, I need to set them back into place in my hands extend as they begin to glow. Once the bones are where they originally were. I direct Craig to release the tension slowly on his son’s arm using a board to support it holding it straight and then gently rapping the arm with the sheet.
Justin had took me to several healers in the past, although they were unable to help me. I did learn a few things from them. This was not the first broken bone I had set. However, it must have been one of the worst, and on a boy so young.
Fortunately, no bone broke the skin, although many have cut the muscles within his arm. Isabel and I step close together, we move into a kiss allowing our love to come forth. We do not brake our kiss until we hear the boy’s voice exclaim, “Mommy my arm does not hurt anymore! Why do you have it tied to a board?”
His Mother Jenna unwraps the boys arm once free he hugs his mother, who has tears running down her face she is so happy. The boy asks, “Mommy why are you crying.”
Jenna says, “I am so happy, my little Patrick.”
Craig shakes my hand so energetically he nearly pulls my arm from its socket. I smile and say, “That is better than any payment, to see you and Jenna so happy.”
Isabel says, “Miracles are done by the gods. We mortals cannot take credit for what they do. No payment to us.”
I smile and shake my head yes. Addressing the child I say, “Be careful little Patrick, I do not know how many times the gods will look on you kindly.”
He says, “Okay, but I had to save Kitty.”
Jenna explains, “Kitty is his little sister, she had crawled into the street, Patrick waved off the wagon that would have hit her, unfortunately the back will hit Patrick.”
I chuckle and say, “Be careful little hero, if you save the wrong damsel in distress she may just end up being your wife.”
Isabel slaps me on my ass, and I turn wrapping her back into a hug and pull her into a kiss, again the room brightens from our glow. Looking into her eyes I say, “You my love are the right damsel for me.”
Isabel blushes and says, “Fortunately, you are the right hero for me.”
As we lean in for another kiss, Little Patrick’s voice causes us to pause as he says, “Yuck, you are going kiss again, I like the light but do you have to kiss to make it.”
Isabel and I break out laughing, smiling I say, “We have no other way to make it other than kissing.”
The little boy’s voice says, “Well if that is the only way.”
Isabel and I smile and I ruffle the boy’s hair, I tell him, “Just keep your sister from getting into the street from now on.” The boy shakes his head yes, and Isabel and I turned to leave followed by our guards.
It is getting late so I call the carpet, we wait on the front porch has the children run in, they tackled the little boy as he emerges from the house, his father pulls them all into dinner. The carpet descends has Craig asks again, “Are you sure you will take no payment? I am sure your actions more than likely saved my son’s life.”
Smiling I say, “Seeing the smile on Jenna’s face was more than enough payment.”
Craig ask, “When I give thanks to the goddess Aphrodite, whose name should I give as her messengers?”
Before I can stop him George says, “Julius and Isabel of house Cowan.” The large man’s eyes widened as he sinks to his knee.
Shaking my head as the carpet lands I say, “Rise Craig I am not the Prince…”
George again interjects, “yet. You are your father’s son.”
The Lieutenant chuckles, “That you are. Rise Craig the son of the King wishes it.” We climb upon the carpet and are quickly out of sight.
Arriving back in the courtyard, escorted into the dining hall, we find dinner in progress. When we arrive, the cook pulls me in Isabel into a hug giving us a kiss on the cheek each. Smiling she says, “I hope you do not mind the hot rolls, I made them just after lunch.” With a giggle she continues, “I even made all three meals for tomorrow. They are in the pantry, and I will have a single day where all I have to do is go to the market.”
The King chuckles and says, “She has not stopped talking about the pantry, to her it is the greatest enchantment ever devised.”
Jeremiah smiles and says, “She may possibly be right. How many people would not starve to death if each household had a King Patrick’s miracle pantry?”
Isabel giggles, “I love the name. Sire it was your idea.”
The King chuckles and says, “Isabel my dear lady please refer to me as Father, or if you like Dad. I so want to hear my son, and now my daughter-in-law refer to me as a member of the family.”
I say, “For so long I have always wanted someone to call Dad, Master Justin did a very good job of raising me, but we both knew he was not my father, but now you are my Uncle Justin. Dad when you set at court I hope you do not mind that I still refer to you as my King, Sire or my Liege. Formality where it is required, is that okay Dad?”
The King chuckles and says, “You always will be my son, my soon to be Prince, but that is more than okay son.”
Isabel clears her throat and says, “If you wish to be called Dad by me, I have no problem as long as you drop the lady in informal settings. Okay Dad?”
The King and Jeremiah both chuckle. The King says, “Yes, that goes for you too Jeremiah just call me Patrick because we are in-laws.”
Jeremiah looks at me and says, “That means you do not need to call me your chieftain also, you may call me Dad as well, or Jeremiah.”
Justin says, “Pretty good week for you, you went from an orphaned ex-slave journeyman wizard to Duke and uncrowned Prince, married with a family on the way.”
Smiling I say, “I think they will only be a few more weeks as good in my entire life as this one. Those will be good weeks as well, the ones when Isabel gives me a child for us to love.” Isabel pulls me into a kiss and the whole room chuckles as we glow.

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The Frontier

This story will start slow as far as sexual encounters are concerned. I’ll try to refrain from using bad grammar as English is not my first language. I’ll try avoiding silly words like “Pussy” and “Cock” – since finding these in stories usually make me disinterested. Also please give feedback – this is my first time writing so be gentle.