Fantasy

Mary Christmas

Mary wraps herself up in lights as a Christmas present for Paul This is a lot milder than most of my work and is more of a Christmas story than anything else.

Just A Day At the Beach

I had written this story beforehand but deleted it as I didn’t like the format, the character’s name, nor the way it was told. This is merely a retelling of how Kristina learned to become and enjoy being a cumslut….
“It’s such a beautiful day out, glad I’m going to the beach” thought Kristina as she drove her old beater to her favorite beach on her only day off of the week. She had been working six days in a row for the past two years and Sundays were her only reprieve from her lowly fast food employment. She had gotten up extra early that morning to beat the throngs of people who were sure to show up that day and had headed out before the sun was up. She had brought along a cooler filled with goodies (mainly beer) but a few snack items and things of that nature as well to keep her content with the day. She pulled into the parking lot of the beach and grabbed her cooler, blanket, and beach bag and walked to her favorite spot.
Finally settled in to where she would be staying Kristina headed to the changing rooms to put on her bikini, had she worn it while driving she definitely would’ve turned some heads in traffic. The little number was flashy, bright orange and pink tiger striping that was admittedly a bit too small for her. The top plunged down her chest making her 32b breasts look a little larger; it was secured around the back with a tie string and a loop which went around her neck. Her bottoms barely covered her sex showing off the tops of her hip bones as well as some of her lower stomach. They were secured to her petite figure with two tie strings on either side of her hips which Kristina fastened securely. She glanced at her body in the changing room mirror, at age 19 she was only 5 foot 3 and at 105 lbs her taught stomach complemented her belly button ring that dangled so cutely in place.
She pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail and leaned into the mirror to put in her septum piercing and gauges. Her dazzling orange green eyes showed bright against her light almond skin. All in all she was a very cute girl and with her bikini on the way it was she was sure to attract some attention from the guys that showed up today. Her secret weapon though, she thought to herself, would be her butt, even for a petite girl she had grown a well rounded ass it stuck out from behind her just enough to give her a little wobble and with her almost too small bottoms it was sure to pop out when she walked. Giving herself one more look over she put on her sunglasses, grabbed her beach bag, and headed back to her spot.
When she got back a few more people had arrived at the beach and were starting to pick out spots of their own. Kristina glanced around her, “no hotties yet” she thought with a frown “well it is still kind of early. Might as well get a buzz going” She opened up her cooler and grabbed a cold beer sipping it slowly and laying down upon her blanket Kristina enjoyed the coolness of the liquid contrasting with the warmth of the sun shining down upon her. She lay like that for a while drinking beer after beer slowly getting to that comfortable drunk she knew so well then she felt a shadow loom over her. “Oh god I hope it’s someone cute” she thought as she opened her eyes to reveal an older man standing in front of her grinning. “Hey there pretty girl! You looked kind of lonely here by yourself would you like some company?” Kristina scrutinized the man carefully he was old enough to be her grandfather, his hair had gone on his head and instead was now on her chest and back, he had clearly let himself go and had grown a pot belly. “Pervert” she thought “Uhmm no I’m fine here by myself just trying to enjoy this beautiful day we’re having” she said in her fake sweet voice, she had learned the trick from being hit on at work.
“Alright my dear well my friends and I are just about to begin grilling some food if you’re hungry later” he point in the direction of four similarly older men who were standing around, beers in hand, ogling the females that passed by. “Oh I’ll be fine I brought some snacks for later on” she hoped this conversation would end soon; she could feel the old man undressing her with his eyes. The man gave her a quick smile and a glance and walked back towards his friends, Kristina breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “Dirty pervert! He wants me to come with him and let him and his friends eye rape me for the day, yeah that’s exactly what how I want to spend my day off.” Eventually Kristina calmed down and went back to relaxing and drinking, after a few hours her stomach started to rumble. She propped herself up on one arm and searched her cooler for some snacks “I know I put them in here this morning” she said to herself “oh fuck. I left them on the countertop!” Kristina was now without food for the day and being her frugal self she only brought enough money for tolls both ways.
“How could I be so stupid?” she said plopping back down on her beach towel “now I’m literally going to starve.” Just then the smell of grilled meat wafted to her nostrils and she looked over to the group of old men standing around a charcoal grill making hamburgers. Kristina’s mouth watered, she was so unbearably hungry and the alcohol in her system was clouding her judgment. “Maybe they won’t be so bad, after all its not like they’re going to try to fuck me right here on the beach.” She picked herself up and walked over to them in a slow saunter, she wanted to be as alluring as possible so they wouldn’t even fathom of saying no to her request for food. “Hey guys whatever you’re cooking over here smells great!” The old man who had previously talked to Kristina turned to her “it’s a secret recipe of mine from my grandfather; he came over from Germany and brought his knowledge of ground beef with him. Would you like a burger miss?” “Kristina” she said sticking out her hand, “and yes I’m starved.” “Well Kristina, I’m Mark and you are welcome to enjoy as much as you can eat although by the looks of you it’s not much”
Kristina grinned “actually I eat a ton I just have a high metabolism to keep my figure” she did a twirl for all the guys. They all grabbed food and sat down in a circle around the cooler that Mark and his friends had brought. One of them reached over to it and grabbed a beer offering it to Kristina and then asking if anyone else wanted one. As they ate Kristina was introduced to each of the guys around her, there was Tony a big Italian guy with hairy arms and a gut. Roger who was a tall lanky fellow, with a big nose and thin alien like fingers. Phil and Andrew were almost the same both of them were stocky, portly guys with big bushy eyebrows. Kristina shook each of their hands and soon began getting into conversation with the whole group. She had guessed right about Mark being old enough to be her grand father, everyone in the group was at least 60 years old if not older but they were all nice and funny so she didn’t mind hanging around them. As the time wore on and the sun was going down Tony reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, he poured everyone a shot offered cheers and everyone drank up. This happened until the bottle was almost two thirds gone, Kristina was thankful, her head was swimming and she felt that it might be better to sleep in her car overnight than try driving this drunk.
“So Kristina where are you staying for the night?” said Mark noticing she was rather drunk. “Oh I actually have to get to work tomorrow so I’m going to have to drive home later when I sober up” “Ah. You know I’m surprised at how well you handled that whiskey, from someone your weight I’d suspect you were a lightweight” Kristina laughed “I’m actually really good at handling my alcohol. I’m good at handling a lot of things” she winked at Mark. “Like what my dear” he said his interest peaked at the girl’s innuendo. “Well I’ve noticed all of you staring at my chest today and I can read your thoughts about what you’d want to do to me you old pervs. But if I’m going to show you what I’m talking about we need a bit more privacy”
Kristina was actually getting turned on thinking about what she was going to do with these old men. The booze had gone straight to her brain and had mixed with the knowledge she had of what she knew these guys wanted to do with her. For her it was going to be dirty and depraved, they were all at least three times her age and that turned her on the more she thought about it.
“I know just the place” said Mark as he and the rest of the men stood up packing their things “follow me Kristina.” Off they went with Mark and Kristina arm in arm while the other men carried their things back to their camper. “Where are they going?” asked Kristina who suddenly realized she was alone with Mark. “Oh they’ll be right back my dear just dropping off our things in our camper.” They entered the shower building together and Mark quickly inspected the place to make sure it was empty of other people. Kristina watched the old man with hungry eyes as she thought more and more of how she was going to give these guys everything they wanted. In secret she had always wanted to be used by someone older than her, this was her golden opportunity as she had five old men all wanting to make her their cum dumpster.
A few minutes later the other four came into the bathhouse and locked the door behind them; it was going to ensure no one interrupted their private moment. Kristina beckoned them over to her as she grabbed a towel from the rack and placed it on the ground, kneeling down she motioned for the guys to form a circle around her. “Now,” she said “I can show you what I was talking about. Who wants to be the first to make me their little cum target?” Mark stepped up to her, placing his cock on her lips she slowly brought him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his stiff member as she took his whole length into her mouth, her eyes locked with his as she bobbed her head up and down on him never ceasing to run her smooth tongue along the underside of his cock. “My god! She sucks like a pro” exclaimed Mark. Kristina moaned onto him as she reached both of her hands up to grab Phil’s and Andrew’s cocks as well, her tiny hands wrapped around each one and began jerking them at the same pace she was going with Mark. Tony had come up behind her and was nibbling her shoulder while running his rough hands across her stomach. His right hand ran its way into her bottoms and he began fingering her while his left found its way to her breasts. Kristina spread her legs wide so Tony could fit more of his fingers into her while she quickened the pace on Mark’s dick with her mouth. She deep throated him as her own horniness increased from Tony’s now two fingers assaulting her tight pussy.
“I wanna see these tits of yours before I bust a nut Kristina” said Mark as he placed his hands on either side of her head pulling her off him. Kristina frowned at Mark, she wanted to keep blowing him but she also thought of how sexy it’d be to keep blowing him topless. “Someone undress me” she said with a purr. Tony needed no further encouragement as he pulled the string on her top, it loosened and only held on due to the loop around her neck. Kristina momentarily released both the dicks in her grasp and lifted her arms above her head as Tony pulled the top off her and threw it across the bath house floor. Immediately Kristina began jerking both Phil and Andrew off while Mark grabbed her head and controlled her bobbing on his cock. Tony’s hands were now both occupied with the petite girl as his left hand groped her tiny breasts, her nipples had become erect from lust and Tony pinched and pulled on them. Again Kristina moaned onto the cock in her mouth, her loins were burning from the depravity of it all, she was a 19 year old girl, pretty, taught, and desirable kneeling in front of five balding, fat, old men who she was pleasuring. She had never felt so hot.
Mark felt his balls tighten as once more Kristina plunged his full length into her mouth and down her throat. He was amazed at how much she could take, her mouth wasn’t that big but what she lacked in oral cavity she made up for with absolutely zero gag reflex. He watched her throat expand each time she took him down to his balls, she’d stay there for almost a minute her tongue swirling against his sack, her esophagus contracting on his shaft, she was trying to milk him for everything he had and soon she’d get it. Kristina’s tongue ran across Mark’s sack and she felt his balls fully engorged, realizing what was going to occur she pulled her mouth off him and looked up at him. “Cum for me baby. I want you to enjoy yourself.” She tilted her head back as she opened her mouth sticking her tongue out and staring up at him with her pretty eyes. Mark jerked his cock a few times and began spurting cum onto Kristina’s tongue and into her mouth. She gathered all she could in her open mouth until it began dribbling over her lips and running down her chin. Mark aimed his cock towards her forehead as he shot three ropes across it. Finally spent he wiped his mushroom tip on Kristina’s cheek smearing the rest of his semen into her skin.
Kristina opened her mouth showing the guys how much she had caught in her mouth. Her tiny tongue swirled the milky liquid around coating all her taste buds, she gargled with the mixture making little bottles form and pop in the back of her throat until she swallowed the whole thing down in one big gulp. “Mmmm” she purred wiping cum from her forehead and licking her fingers “you practically tried to drown me Mark. Who wants to cum for me next?”
At this point Roger stepped in front of Kristina and wrapped his hand around her ponytail; driving his cock down her throat. Kristina was surprised at the intensity but it was nothing she couldn’t handle, especially in her hyper state of horniness. Roger throat fucked the tiny girl viciously; his control of her head meant he’d plunge her mouth down his shaft and leave her there to gag on it until she started tearing up. When he would finally let her up for air she’d be gasping and sputtering for it, strands of spit and precum would be left sticking to her lips. As soon as Roger felt that Kristina’s face was no longer flushed and she had regained her breathing he would bring her back down on his shaft, bobbing her head up and down while she continued to suck him.
Kristina loved it, her face was being used like a throat cunt, she had a dick in each of her hands, and she had two fingers wriggling, thrusting, and exploring her insides. Tony’s fingers were completely covered with Kristina’s juices, indeed, her whole legs were dripping with them; Tony pulled his fingers out from inside her and undid the strings on each side of her hips. He tossed the bottoms in the direction of her top and went back to finger fucking her tight honey hole. Kristina spasmed onto Tony’s fingers as her first orgasm flooded through her body, she gushed onto his hand and the floor while he continued his assault on her pussy. Had she not had Roger’s cock past her tonsils she would’ve merely told him to fuck her so instead she shook her ass at him hoping he would take the hint. “Oh shit guys I think she wants something more than just some fingers in her snatch” Tony said while he slowly pushed his index finger into her tight asshole.
Kristina winced in pain at the sudden intrusion into her ass, she had never experimented with it and never let any guy put his finger into it. Her sphincter contracted onto Tony’s finger by reflex, “God damn her ass is tight guys, I might want to get a piece of it later myself.” Kristina closed her eyes while Roger continued throat fucking her, “if he’s going to finger my ass I might as well just accept it happening and learn to like it” she thought “who knows? Maybe I just might end up liking something violating me up there?” Soon enough Kristina relaxed and the pain from her asshole receded; it was replaced instead by a small amount of pleasure in the feeling of having two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass. Her body’s natural response to the intrusion seceded and Tony slipped his middle finger into her ass as well; this sent Kristina into another orgasm as her whole body shook and shuddered.
“I’m going to cum soon Kristina.” said Andrew. “Yeah, me too. Your hands are working magic on my prick” said Phil. Roger released his grip on the petite girl’s ponytail and took his cock out of her mouth, it glistened with her spit under the fluorescent lights of the bath house; he retired to jerking his cock staring at the girl he had just made gag on his member. Andrew and Phil both placed their cocks near Kristina’s mouth while she sucked them both in furious fashion, she wanted to treat each guy to her blowjob prowess and up until now these two had just been getting jerked off by her. Her head would bob on one cock for two or three times and then she’d turn her head to the other side and do the same for the other. Her hands never stopped working either; if she was sucking them her hand was massaging their droopy sacks, if she wasn’t she had her hand around their base jerking it slowly. Soon she felt both of them edge and knew that they were going to finish in a matter of seconds; she tilted her head back again “You guys going to cum on my pretty young face?” she asked innocently. She opened her mouth open wide, sticking her tiny pink tongue out for them and closing her eyes “I want you guys to make me your old men cum dumpster, I know you’ve wanted to see me covered in your seed since you laid eyes on me. Give it to me.”
Andrew stepped up to Kristina’s face, his prick had grown purple with anticipation and soon it was going to release itself upon this precious young face. “Hnghhhh here it comes!” he said as his cock erupted rope after rope of thick sticky cum onto her face. His first couple of strands hit right across her face, splattering onto her nose and running into her right eye; Kristina blinked behind closed eyes as she felt the warm spunk running over her skin. Andrew repositioned his spurts towards Kristina’s mouth and soon began filling her tiny mouth up with his semen; she put her lips over the tip of his cock to ensure that none of it would shoot past her face and curled her tongue around the underside of his mushroom head to draw every last drop out. When he was finally spent she opened one eye and smiled at him, his cum had almost filled her mouth; while her forehead, nose, and eye had all gotten splashed as well. Kristina didn’t have time to swallow as Phil grabbed her head pushing his cock up against her lips and spurting his load inside her mouth. Kristina took as much as she could but couldn’t control it as it started spilling out down her chin onto her perky tits. Phil took his cock out of her mouth and shot three more ropes across her face; splashing her cheeks and running into her hair. His final two shots were aimed across her tits; he stood back and admired his work “you look so sexy covered in our old man goo”
Kristina swallowed all the cum she had collected in her mouth, it dripped down her throat with its stickiness and she felt it plop into her belly. She licked her lips; the salty tartness of cum was intoxicating she could feel it drying on her face and body, she could taste it still in her mouth and she was becoming more and more drunk by her lust to satisfy each of these perverts. The briny salty goo they had been expelling for her overwhelmed her senses, her hands ran across her taught young body as she scooped up every strand she could licking her hands and eyeing Roger “baby why don’t you come over here and give me that load you’ve been saving up? I know you’re dying to throat fuck my tight mouth again. Come here and let me help you out” Roger regained his position in front of Kristina’s mouth and once again began gagging the tiny girl on his shaft. Since her hands were free at the moment Kristina reached her right hand up and massaged his old sack while her left gently ran across his skinny frame, her nails gently grazed against his stomach while she looked up him with one eye closed from the dried cum.
Up until this point Tony had been relentlessly fingering Kristina in both her ass and pussy, his own cock was stiffened to diamond like proportions; Kristina’s attention had been to every other guy so far and he wondered when it would be his turn. “Roger you should hurry up, I’m starting to get blue balls over here watching everyone else use this little cum dumpster of ours.” Kristina’s thoughts snapped back to Tony “how could I forget Tony!” she thought to herself; she reached her hand behind her and grabbed his prick immediately jerking him. “Wow she’s really skilled at this huh?” said a surprised Tony who couldn’t believe this girl could be taking a dick down her throat, four fingers in two different holes, and still have the constitution to reach behind her blindly and stroke his cock. Kristina pulled him slightly closer towards her and pointed to her holes, she wanted him to fuck her and she wanted it now. “Haha I get the special treatment then!” Tony said excitedly as he grabbed her by the hips and positioned his cock right behind her.
With Tony in place Kristina turned her attention back to Roger who was still ramming his cock down her throat, she grabbed his free hand and placed it on her perky tits hoping he’d pinch her nipples. Roger grabbed the girl’s boob rubbing his hand all over the petite girl’s modest bosom, her boobs were soft and perky still from being so young; it was her nipples though that turned him on the most. They were standing firm at attention from being so horny he couldn’t help but pinch and pull on them with zeal, feeling like a 15 year old again feeling up his first pair. Just then Kristina felt a sharp stabbing in her ass as Tony began pushing his rock hard member into her virgin asshole. “Not what I meant when I pointed” Kristina thought to herself as she felt her ass slowly start to expand from Tony’s girth “god damn that hurts!” Her ass once again responded with contracting firmly onto Tony’s dick as, for the first time ever, a cock was being placed up in her tightest regions. “My god she’s so tight up here” Tony said “I need some lube for this one.” He pulled out of Kristina slowly, making sure not to hurt the girl too much spread her ass check with his big rough hands. Kristina’s asshole was still a bit stretched from his fingers and so he spat right into her pink star, spitting into it a few more times he replaced his cockhead and pushed in.
The spit lube had helped a bit as Tony was able to fit half of his cock into her before more resistance came from her sphincter. “Kristina you’ve gotta relax this butt of yours or else this is really going to hurt” he reached around her and began rubbing her clit to stimulate her body into relaxation. Kristina felt a warm sensation run through her body and it wasn’t long before she felt Tony’s full length inside her ass, he continued to rub her clit while pumping in and out of her tight rectum; his full girth stretching and expanding what used to be her tightest hole. Roger had placed his other free hand on the bottom of Kristina’s chin basically keeping her head in one place and fucking her mouth at his own free will “I’m gonna cum soon for you Kristina, you’re going to drown from my load!” Kristina liked the sound of that, in honesty her jaw was getting a bit sore and it had been about 15 minutes since her last taste of semen. Roger’s pumping became more and more frantic as he came closer to edging until he finally shoved his whole cock into her throat forcing his dick down into her esophagus and spurting his cum down her it directly. He pulled out as he continued to cum on her face; spurting rope after rope like a volcano across her forehead, chin, cheeks, lips, and nose; Kristina felt each warm spurt hit her face and held her mouth open in hopes Roger would give her some across her tongue. Soon she was rewarded as Roger shot the last four streams of his load onto her waiting tongue; he jerked what little was left into her mouth as she sat there drenched in his cum.
“You’re such a sexy little cum slut Kristina. Its like you crave cum from us you cum dumpster.” Kristina thought about this statement while she swallowed the bitter tartness Roger had given her; it was true in a sense, all this depravity had made her hotter and wetter than she had ever been. “I think you’re right Roger,” she said opening her one eye and looking back at him “every time you guys burst a load onto my pretty face it just makes me even hornier.” She looked back at Tony “sweetie you wanna finish in my little ass? I want to feel you shoot your cum straight up my tight hole. You wanna be the first guy to fuck and finish in my butt?” she gave him her sexiest “I am so innocent” look. Tony only grunted in response, his dick was pounding into this little 105lb girl and he didn’t want anything to distract him. His fingers had gone from rubbing her clit to fingering her with each stroke while his thumb rubbed her clit, his other hand reached around her and grabbed her by the stomach; pulling her fully back onto him he sat her on his lap while Kristina bounced on his cock. Running his hand from her stomach to her tits Tony began to feel his balls tighten, he knew that soon enough he’d blow his load and couldn’t wait to give it to her.
His hand reached her tits, scooping some drying cum off them and placed his fingers near her mouth; Kristina sucked them diligently her arms pulled back behind them both to stabilize her riding his cock. She moaned onto his fingers her tongue running along every bit of them pretending it was another cock she was sucking as she squeezed her ass muscles tight for Tony. Tony couldn’t take it any longer, was she was doing was too hot and soon he began shooting his load up into her ass. “Oh god its so warm inside me!” Kristina said grabbing Tony around the neck as she milked every last drop from his throbbing member. “Tony I can feel your cum coating the inside of my butt with every spurt. I think I’m gonna cum” As she said this she erupted in orgasm and spouted juices onto the floor; she sat on Tony’s cock until he had finished pumping his seed into her and then slowly pulled herself off laying on the towel and panting. “God you guys are amazing,” she said through haggard breathing “I’ve never been fucked and used like that before.”
Mark had regained his composure the quickest since he had been the first one done “Kristina you sure you’re going to make it to work tomorrow? It’s already kind of late and we do have a camper here for you to sleep in.” Kristina pondered this a moment; on one hand she had work, on the other she had five horny old men with a camper and still looked ready to give her more cum. “Yeahhh I think I’m gonna be sick tomorrow” she said with a laugh “besides I’m sure all of you are dying to fuck my throat again?” “Kind of,” Mark said “have you ever been gangbanged by five old men?” Kristina smiled “I’m sure by tomorrow I will have”

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A regular joe started doing tried to do photography for fun but then noticed the benefits of it.

Beach House Sleepover 3

The next in the series. Back at the farm, Chris and Alex are finishing up from their previous episode. They’re playing it risky this time… But will they get caught?

Calving Signs – part 3

“You’re having a tea party?” Terri said, sitting at the kitchen table. She itched awkwardly at an exposed leg. Her grey sweats had been nearly destroyed by the work. At her Mom’s suggestion, she was trying out a baggy pair of shorts. After a week it felt a little strange to show any skin, but it did help with the low-level heat that filled the house.
“Book club,” Anne said. She was making canapés. And she had another one of her titillating dresses on, a green one with a white sash. It had a v-neck that plunged to the center of her chest. Two breasts poked out on either side. Terri had hesitated to ask, but they WERE bigger, weren’t they?
“Then what’s the book?”
“We didn’t actually get around to picking one,” Anne admitted. “But that’s why we’re meeting. To pick a book for next week.”
Terri rolled her eyes.
“Your eyes are going to stick like that if you’re not careful,” Anne said.
She rolled a piece of bacon around a fig. Terri nearly drooled. Why was she so hungry, all the time? Did it have anything to do with her newly irrepressible sex drive?
“Good! Then I’ll go around freaking people out with my all-white eyes. It’ll be great,” Terri said. “Who are these women?”
“Oh, you know. Ladies from the neighborhood. Mrs. Pritcher. Mrs. Scoaler. Mrs. Taylor…”
It was a nearly complete list of the prudish, busy-body women that staffed the Calving PTA and spent most of their time disapproving of things.
Terri opened her mouth to say as much, and Anne stuffed a fig in it. It was delicious. Her train of thought plunged off the rails.
“Go take a shower,” Anne directed. “I’ll give you one of my dresses to wear. You, dear daughter, will be serving the tea.”
Terri tried to fight back.
But the fig was stuffed with ricotta. And all she could do was nod.
* * *
Terri closed the bathroom door and examined herself in the mirror.
“Oh geez,” she murmured, to herself.
She was busting out in curves all over. That damn ice cream!
Already her rail-thin body was a memory. No longer could she see three bony ribs floating just underneath her boobs. Now her body was increasingly sleek and well-fed, almost glossy, rippling with a new bounty of curves.
What hadn’t gone to her hips had gone to her boobs. They had inflated like party balloons over the past week, swelling from mere bumps to the honest-to-goodness breasts she had had before college. Her hips were embarrassingly wide, back to the child-bearing country curves she had been so mortified by.
Not that she looked BAD…
“No more ice cream,” she told herself. That had to be it. That stuff was 90% fat. Whatever Reverend Flynn put in it, it was overencouraging the part of her genetic makeup that wanted to be described as “buxom.”
She eased her growing form into the shower. For the first five minutes she dully scrubbed herself.
“Okay, Terri, be honest with yourself,” she said, watching the hot water dribble down a small expanse of honest-to-goodness cleavage.
She was starting to get turned on… by pretty much anything. It wasn’t just at the end of the day, anymore. All morning Terri had caught herself day-dreaming about boys… sex… slutty little outfits she remembered from college…
A few minutes of the torrent of steaming water, and she started feeling red hot. Already her re-inflated nipples were perking up.
Terri eased a finger down to her snatch. She was starting to seriously considering shaving. Considering how much time she was spending down there, her pubic hair was just an irritation.
“No!” her mind told her, dragging her libido to the back of her head. Not now! Tonight. The tea party women would be there any minute!
Terri flipped the dial to ‘freezing’ and waited for the wet tingles to fall away.
It took a very long time.
* * *
“Oh, thank you, dear,” Mrs. Taylor said. She was in her mid-40s, with carefully crafted Mom hair that hadn’t been restyled since 1986. Terri refilled her mug to the brim. She made a face when the older woman couldn’t see.
The whole experience was mortifying. Serving tea. Acting like a… waitress… while the ‘ladies’ gabbed at each other. They all wore tasteful and boring dark-colored dresses, and had their legs crossed.
But what was most embarrassing of all was that she was wearing her Mom’s dress, and that it didn’t fit well. Too loose in the chest. Pinched horribly at the waist. Her two knobby knees stuck out of the bottom.
She had fought back against the heels. Anne had just shrugged and agreed.
Now she felt dumpy and short without them.
“How about The Road?” Anne suggested. “Cormac McCarthy. Oprah recommended it.”
“Oprah recommends lots of things,” Mrs. Pritchard said. She was a woman just starting to sag into old-lady. “It’s all depressing, I hear. End of the world, right?”
Anne looked cheerful. She wore a pattern skirt with a cinched black belt. The flower-covered tanktop was supposed to look demure.
“How about the Time Traveler’s Wife?” Anne tried. “Very romantic.”
“I don’t know. Time travel?” Mrs. Collie said. “It seems very risqué.”
Suddenly Reverend Flynn was there, in his black outfit. He moved quietly, and when he arrived, it was like he carried the church around with him.
All the ladies were very happy to see him.
“Reverend Flynn!” Mrs. Pritchard cooed. “Maybe you could help us pick a book. We’ve been agonizing over it.”
Flynn smiled. At all of them. His gaze lingered on Anne. “I hope you ladies had a chance to try my latest ice cream. With the pralines? You’d be surprised how hard it is to work with nuts.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’s true,” Mrs. Collie said, then looked around, suddenly mortified. Everyone else was still looking at Reverend Flynn.
He bit his lip. “I suppose the Bible would be a little clichéd,” he conceded. “How about the Invisible Man? Ellison? Lovely, thought-provoking book. I kept a copy with me in Korea.”
Terri nearly dropped the tea kettle. Flynn’s eyes glanced over at her. Then they noticed the poorly-fitted dress, and took a quick survey of the dark-blonde girl. Terri blushed.
There was a very awkward silence. There was no way Flynn could know that at least half the attendees had tried to remove the book from AP English. Right?
“Yeesssssss,” Mrs. Pritchard said, carefully. “I think we can do that. A change of pace. And I know we all have copies.”
Flynn beamed. “You can borrow mine if you’re missing out. I’ll see you ladies some other time.”
They all watched him go. Eyes, Terri noticed, locked on his rear end.
Mrs. Taylor snapped her fingers. “Oh! Anne. Dear. I quite forgot. You know I live next door to the Parrish family? Mr. Parrish has been having such a rough time with his son ever since Linda passed away. I heard that your daughter was back in town, and I thought she could get him out of the house.”
Terri had missed most of that, watching Flynn leap up the stairs. Had he really been… checking her out?
Anne considered this. “I think I could spare her, for a night,” she conceded. “It’ll be good to get her out, too.”
Wait, what?
They were setting her up on a… date? While she was right here? Had she just stumbled into a 19th century novel? Terri spun around.
Eight eyes looked at her. Terri opened her mouth, and shut it again, as they looked over her body and checked it for suitability. She clutched the tea kettle to her chest, and nearly burned her boobs.
“I’ll tell him Friday at 8? It’ll be a huge help. The man needs some time to himself,” Mrs. Taylor said.
“And you’ll help him have some time to himself?” Mrs. Collie said. Her eyes went wide. She snapped her fingers to her mouth. But the others just giggled. Including her own Mother.
And Mrs. Taylor.
“Terri?” Anne said, and Terri got ready to turn her down. A blind date, set up by a.. coven of meddling old women? No!
“Can you refill the tea pot, please?”
* * *
The fight hadn’t gone like Terri had expected.
She had told her Mom, flat-out, that there was no way in Hell, Heaven, and Earth that she was going on a date with some boy she didn’t know and didn’t want to know. Terri had let herself start slow, with a list of reasons why female slavery was illegal, then built up to a hissing denunciation of chores, dishes, and in general being treated like the maid.
Usually Anne gave as good as she got, until both girls were red-faced, shrieking, and panting for breath. Then Terri would run upstairs, slam the door five or six times, and sulk.
Instead, Anne had just sat at the kitchen table, radiant behind her sharp-rimmed reading glasses, and calmly tapped the surface with a pen.
All she had said was “But you look so much better, Terri.”
Terri had deflated like a popped bag of air. Even the run downstairs had felt forced and unnecessary. She hadn’t even bothered to slam the door.
Instead, she ran right to the bathroom mirror.
She DID look better. Her figure had swelled in all the right places, accentuating hips and thighs Terri hadn’t known she had. Not to mention a steadily increasing bustline, even now outlining her old High School t-shirt. But more importantly, her face was bright and healthy, and her hair had grown lustrous and bouncy once again.
Anne knocked on the door. “We’re going shopping,” she said. “Into town.”
Terri took a deep breath for the next salvo.
Instead, unbidden and unasked for, an image of a bright red dress faded through her head. It was strapless, and cut low enough to show off her new assets. She shook her head to clear it out. That just changed the color to green and cut three inches off the hemline.
“Alright,” she said, meekly. and turned back to the mirror.
For a trip to town, a t-shirt and jeans just wasn’t going to do it.
Terri licked her lips and felt them tingle.
* * *
On Monday, Colleen slammed the front door shut when she arrived home.
Neal was in the living room, sitting cross-legged and playing some video game.
“Hey,” he said, eyes locked on the screen. “Welcome home. How was your day?”
“Terrible. Very bad. We’re getting regulatory pushback from the State, and the entire factory needs… can you look at me when I’m talking?”
The petite girl wore dun-colored slacks and a sheath-like white blouse. “Did you do anything today? Besides video games?”
“Dinner’s ready,” Neal said, meekly.
He waved at the table. A chunk of white chicken and boil-in-bag rice. “I made some phone calls, but nobody needs a web designer in this town,” her husband said.
Dinner was rubbery. Afterwards, Colleen stripped off her work clothes and slid into a grey pair of pants and a tanktop.
“Dishes first,” Neal reminded her, as she picked up the remote.
“Dishes.. you’ve been home all day! I’ve been out there…”
Colleen took a deep breath.
That pastor had recommended it, Reverend something or another.
“Dishes first,” she allowed. That HAD been the deal.
Behind her, while she was up to her elbows in pans, the sounds of video games tinkled.
Colleen was ready to turn around and spit fire when the music stopped, she heard feet padding over….
And then Neal’s warm, strong hands were caressing her backside.
Colleen nearly bit her tongue.
“Thanks for all your hard work, honey,” he said, and then returned to the game.
The manager just stood there.
What had just happened?
Something about her husband’s grip had sent sparks shimmering through her rear end. Her whole body tingled with droplets of pleasure. She could still feel the heat of him, fading away.
Her snatch suddenly glowed cherry red.
* * *
On Tuesday, she did the dishes without a single word. Neal seemed pleasantly surprised.
That strange pleasure had been in the back of her mind all day long.
Twice she had lost her train of thought during a meeting. The first time, she had caught her staff—all men—watching one of the pneumatic secretaries walking out of the room. The girl had impractical heels on, and a skirt that rode up with each swaying step. Just watching the shimmering rear had caused her to simply… trail off.
The second time, she had shifted in her chair, and felt an echo of that odd, fun feeling when she put pressure on her ass.
Colleen realized, with sharp surprise, that she had been looking forward to doing the dishes all day long.
When Neal sat back on the floor she craned her head back and watched him from over the sink.
“Hey, Neal?” She called over, softly. He paused.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for everything,” she cooed.
Neal smiled and got up. Colleen stuck her butt out in eager anticipation. And—yes!—when he approached, he put those same sexy hands back on her sensitive ass.
This time they stroked up and down. Blasts of sexy fun shot through her mind. Rippling through her head, getting her hot. What was going on? Her butt had never been a big deal. But now all she could think about was getting it touched… fondled… showing it off…
Colleen moaned in the back of her throat. “Don’t stop that,” she pleaded.
“Stop what?”
“Your… butt massage. It’s… relaxing.”
“Is it?” Neal sounded surprised. But it kept those heavy hands locked on her rear end. This time they softly climbed up and down. Colleen closed her eyes.
“Yeah… I mean.. I’m under a lot of stress,” she said. God, the feelings were starting to climb up her pussy. How long had it been for them? Three weeks? Longer?
“Always happy to massage your rear end,” Neal said.
“It makes dishes a lot more fun,” Colleen said, and sighed, happily.
* * *
On Wednesday, Colleen crept off during lunch and bought a brand new skirt. It was floral yellow, and tight, with a feminine little zipper up the side. And a new bra, since the existing one was getting tight.
This time, when her colleagues watched the bouncing asses of the new secretaries, she just smiled. It was hard to blame them, after all. The girls had round, padded rear ends, pertly displayed in tight jeans or tiny skirts. Any man would admire them. And would want to come up behind, put their hands around, and rub a hard, insistent cock up against the back entrance.
It was only natural.
Colleen felt like an old woman in her usual black pants. All she could think about was the slippery new thing in her bag. She had spent over twenty minutes just looking at herself in the mirror.
This time her husband met her at the door. She gave him a burning, needy kiss and immediately disappeared into the bathroom.
“Dinner’s getting cold,” he called out, sometime later.
Colleen emerged.
She felt hot, coursing with jets of heat, barely constrained underneath a good-to-go skirt and a rippling white blouse. Neal blinked, uncertain.
“I, ah, cooked ribs,” he said.
During dinner Colleen just sat and tried to listen to her man. What he had done. How the futile job hunt was going. Anything on his mind. Underneath the table her left hand circled on the outside of a wet pair of panties.
Just sitting down was starting to get her hot, putting pressure on the warm button that had climbed into her underwear.
“Is everything okay?” Neal said, finally.
“Oh, yeah!” she said, bobbing her head. Her fingers were starting to dance, now.
“What do you want to do after dinner?” he said. “I was thinking I could maybe light some candles… or…”
“Dishes,” Colleen said, firmly. “I want to do dishes.”
Her knees felt weak even before she stood in front of the sink. Neal waited behind her, scratching his head.
“Are you sure you want to do dishes in that skirt?” he asked. “It’s brand new, right?”
“Don’t you like it?” Colleen said. Her voice dripped sweet sugar. She stuck her rear out, towards him. It outlined every crease and curve in the fabric.
“Well, yeah,” Neal said. “I thought maybe later..”
“Do you want to.. touch it?” Colleen said. “You can stroke it and touch it and have… fun with it. If you want.”
Neal shook his head. “Colleen, what…”
“Come on, Neal,” Colleen said. She couldn’t keep the whine out of her voice. She could feel herself dribbling onto her panties. “Isn’t it a nice ass? Don’t you like your wifie’s tender little butt?”
“Yeah, but..”
“So come on and touch me!”
Her guy put his warm hand on her rear. This time Colleen moaned, thickly, and leaned forwards against the sink. The new fabric caressed and kneaded her tightly toned butt, and her body shook with the sensation. She tried to work on the dish in her hand, but the way she was trembling, it would probably shatter in half.
“Come on, get the skirt out of the way,” she said, casting a hot look backwards.
Soon it was just a belt of fabric around her waist. Colleen shivered when the open air hit her ass, and again when it climbed inside her wet panties. Neal was breathing fast now, getting into the unabashed groping. His hands started to get rough, running over her soft skin.
There was someone moaning, and Colleen realized it was her.
Soon Colleen’s panties were bunched around her ankles, and she was bent over the sink. Her tits nearly hit the water, and everything smelled like soap. Her husband rubbed with one hand just outside her dripping slit, the other hand still running up and down her butt.
Then it disappeared. Colleen looked back just in time to see her man reappear with one of the kitchen chairs.
“What..?” she said, muzzily. Thinking wasn’t easy. Most of her thoughts concentrated on the needy emptiness just inside of her pussy.
“I need a better angle,” Neal explained.
Then his fingers disappeared up her cunt. They searched, found her clit, and plunged in and out.
Colleen’s feet left the floor. She balanced like a top on the side of the counter, screeching as orgasm after orgasm swept through her brain. When it was all over with she oozed down the side of the sink, ass still glowing cherry red, a dripping pile of sensitive girl parts. Her frontside was all wet and soapy.
When she came to the manager realized she was on her knees, her pussy splayed open for her husband to see, on the kitchen floor. He still sat on his chair, eyeing her with concern.
His cock was easy to reach, so Colleen swallowed it and sucked him dry.
* * *
Colleen didn’t make it to work until Thursday afternoon.
She had gone shopping again. She had blown a month’s pay on tight shorts, hip-high miniskirts, and a new array of stockings.
When Colleen could think clearly—which was increasingly rare—she thought of her bubbling ass like it was its own person. It simmered constantly, now. Too-hot breezes would set her off, and the mere thought of her husband’s experienced hands made her shiver.
Sitting down meant that a euphoric buzz of simmering heat emanated from her happy, healthy rear end. Even the slightest pressure would set her off.
Colleen spent most of the staff meeting shifting from one cheek to the next, dribbling into her chair, while around her the boys compared notes as to which secretary was the hottest. The admiring glances they slipped her didn’t hurt, either.
Afterwards the petite brunette had sashayed around the office, in her new, towering heels, and dropped her pen seven or eight times. For practice.
“What’s wrong with me?” she thought later, behind a locked door. Two fingers pumped out a needy, juicy snatch. She couldn’t sit down without igniting an eventual orgasm. Work was a joke. She spent most of her time thinking about Neal’s oozing cock.
One of the secretaries floated past, just outside. Colleen could tell because of the giggling.
Then she glanced at the clock. 3:30. Colleen bolted upright.
“I’ve got to get home!” she thought, suddenly frantic. She had to cook dinner, vacuum, dust, and… she shivered to think… do the dishes.
But she still took the way out of the office that led her past a long row of slavering men.
* * *
A few hours later, Colleen’s boobs were covered in hot, soapy water, barely suspended over the sink. She had braced herself on the side of the counter, and waited happily for Neal to finally push his glistening cockhead inside of her.
“Faster,” she urged, spreading her legs just a little bit wider. She hadn’t known she could stretch that far. Her rear gleamed in the overhead light, a bubble of fun and happiness.
Dinner had been a success. Neal had loved her pot roast. Then she had sat in his lap and cooed as he ate, feeling his rock-hard erection bump into her butt. He had liked the hot pink dress, too, especially the sheer stockings and the easy-access panties.
Neal finally got his cock between her legs. The first uncertain stroke nearly toppled Colleen into the water. Her husband had to grab her tits from behind to keep her steady.
Her husband. Just the thought sent ripples of fun hurdling through her already-fried brain. Maybe that’s why she had such a tender, inviting ass. To make her husband happy. He deserved it, after all. Some of those video games looked pretty hard.
Not only did her pussy glow with the delicious sensation, but the feel of his rough, hairy body slamming into her sensitive ass…
Colleen came. She shrieked to the world, luxuriating in the heat of her own body. She was just a quivering, shivering ass with a girl attached, trying to make her husband happy. Her heels hung off her spasming feet.
* * *
On Friday Colleen tried to stay on her feet.
She stood by the side of her desk and tapped on her laptop. Work had been piling up while she had been lost in a happy haze. E-mails were becoming increasingly urgent.
Her boss had corralled her in the hallway and demanded a little order. Colleen had just stared at him. Her ass had been pushed up against the wall, and it was all she could do not to grind it into the plaster. She wore a slinky yellow dress, beaded with turquoise, that wrapped around her hips. Plus two sexy stockings. She looked like a lost call girl, wandering around an office building.
Her tits were starting to feel heavy and hot, same as her pulsating rear. She had cupped them in the bathroom, and that warm glow had pricked through her head.
“What’s wrong with me?” she sighed, trying to make sense of the past week. So many orgasms, so much time spent dripping onto changing room carpets.
To type standing up she had to bend over. A man could come in, any man, see her wanton, shaking ass, and…
Colleen had tried google, but “sexy ass hot feels good feels fun orgasms” had not produced anything useful.
Colleen checked her watch. It was 1:36 in the afternoon. How could she have left her husband alone for so long? She ambled to the parking lot, climbed into the car.
The seat beneath her grew wet and sticky.
* * *
“More… more…” Colleen screamed.
That was another nice thing about doggy-style. She didn’t yell in her man’s ear. He had both hands braced against her beautiful, shimmering ass, and that long, thrusting dick was somewhere inside of her. He had come after about two dozen condom-less strokes, and she had squeezed everything into her snatch.
Then she had coaxed out another round.
Colleen wondered, between flashes of pleasure, how she could’ve been so blind. Her body was telling her: stay at home, get fucked, please your man. And what better way then presenting him with a baby boy or girl?
She was stuffed so full, bits of juices kept dripping onto the carpet. Her knees burned with friction burns. Colleen scarcely cared.
On the way home she had called and quit her job. Maybe she could call back and get Jennifer’s. If that’s what Neal wanted.
In her head she wondered just what she could make her husband for dinner.
And how many dishes she could use.

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Playing Wifey

Sitting at the traffic light my left foot taps the car’s floor anxiously while my other foot holds break. Seemingly the only thing restraining my extreme sexual desires. All day I’ve been looking forward to getting home before my girl friend. I generally finish work at least an hour before her. And I need that hour to indulge in my hobby. Or fetish. What ever you choose to call it. She would not support my fixation, and especially my intentions. I had to get home and check my email.
Not just any email. My secret account, which I’ve been using to solicit nude pictures of men I’ve met on craigslist. I have been using the “casual encounters” section of the site to post pictures of myself wearing women’s panties. Indicating my desire to trade pictures of me for pictures of men, their cocks and thier wives. The amount of replies my slim, petite, frame adorned in sexy panties attracted was impressive. All sorts of men wanted to fuck me. And they weren’t shy about telling me so. Its just too bad for them I never intended to meet with any of them. To be fair, in my add I never mentioned meeting, just trading pics. Or course these men wanted more. I can’t blame them. My ass was very sexy. I had a short boyish figure at 5’7″, 120 lbs on a good day. Though I had a supple ass that was very tantalizing in panties.
Though my adds did just fine supplying me with fresh nude pics, I still liked to search craigslist for people with similar fetishes. One afternoon I came Across this add:
Seeking Hot Twink to Dress in my Wifes Panties – 45 – Chicago
I was intrigued. I wanted to know more.
Opening the link the add stated:
The title pretty much says it all.
I can host. You dress in my wife’s clothes and we’ll see where things go.
There were a few pics attached. A pic of various panty styles, and a full body shot of the host. He had a thick build. Appearing to be big and manly though not muscular. His cock was a thick piece of meat.
My imagination went wild. Picturing me raiding his wife’s panty drawer, prancing around in her clothes. How sexy! But there was this man who posted the add to contend with as well. His add was ambiguous, stating I could try on his wife’s clothes, but I know when he sees me he will want more than just to look. After looking at that cock of his I’m starting to think that may be quite fun, and sexy.
So I replied:
Hi
I’m very slim, usually where a medium size panty. I’d love to dress up and dance for you. Put on your wife’s dresses and skirts, sexy panties, give you a little show, sit on your lap and feel that hard on. The thought of wearing your wife’s clothes really turns me on!
I attached a few of my sexiest pics to further entice this hunk. In minutes I received a reply.
You have a nice body. I think you’ll fit in my wife’s clothes. Actually she’s my ex now. What’s your shoe size?
And so our correspondence began. We emailed back and forth for an hour. Talking about our fetishes and fantasies. From what he told me his divorce wasn’t final yet. It seemed that he was upset about the way things ended with his wife, and he saw this as an opportunity to get back at her. Having a man come and dress in her clothes while she was at work and seduce her husband.
Seeing as how I live with my girlfriend, and she would be home soon, my window of sexual freedom for the night was rapidly dwindling. I sent one last message:
Have to go, but I’ll be dreaming of that fat cock of yours! Did your wife suck your cock? I’d love to see your member in action!
I signed off and resumed my straight male life.
I spent all night rolling around with and uncomfortable erection. Dreaming of dressing up and going a step further. Indulging in my oral fixation and going down on that fat cock. All day at work I kept thinking of his dick. Just sitting around in torment, thinking of the possible emails waiting for me. When the clock struck 5, I was gone. In my car and zipping home. I burst in the door, dropped my bag, threw down the keys and quickly sat down in front of the computer. Opening my secretive porn mail I saw six new messages. Some from new and old men wanting my ass, but two from my new friend. I decided to open them in the order received.
She didn’t suck me too often. Thinks she’s too good for it. I liked to fuck her with her clothes on. Skirts, tights, panties that kind of thing.
Here’s a video of her sucking me. Hope you can do better!
I clicked the link. It went to his personal sight where the video was hidden.
The vid was shot with him, John, sitting on the couch nude. The camera perched over his shoulder. His wife on her knees between his legs. She was leaning forward with her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking. Up and down the thick length. She lowered her mouth down to his head and began pumping it with her lips. It was a pretty crappy blow job. The kind you expect from a teen girl sucking her first cock. But she kept at it. Pumping his shaft, letting her lips lightly touch his head. You could see his breathing get more short and ragged. His hips bucking, trying to get deeper in her mouth, but she refused. John grunted and moaned indicating his imminent orgasm. His wife pulled her mouth off and pumped with only one hand. I got a good look at her face in that brief moment. She was homely, with brown hair, a wide nose and plain features. John grunted and pushed as she stroked him. His hips drew back, his back arched, he shot a big thick spurt of cum into the air. Several more shots erupted and landed on all over his naked body.
God, I was hard. Seeing her make him blow that big with a crumby bj/hj, I was hot thinking of how big I could make him cum with a real bj. Though, honestly I had never been with a man before. This was the closest I had come. Just talking to a man about sex and hearing about what he wanted to do to me.
I opened his next message:
Hope you liked my video! I’ll be home alone all day tomorrow. Come visit me. We can have some fun!
Included in the message were his address and phone number.
Overly excited I impulsively replied:
Oh wow! Thanks for the vid! Do you always cum that much!? I can’t wait to see you shoot! When can I come over?
During our short exchange I made my plan. I was going to leave for work tomorrow morning, then call in sick and go meet John instead. My gf shouldn’t suspect a thing. It was a long night. In the morning I showered and shaved all the hair I could, without things seeming weird to girlfriend.
I pulled into Johns driveway. Sitting in my car I contemplated the weight of my actions. I was being unfaithful to girl friend, if she knew I would never be forgiven. But this was a part of me, something I needed to explore at least this once. I exited the car. His house was a nice two story suburban home. Nicely manicured lawn, trees, flower beds, the works. I approached his unassuming front door and knocked, initiating the lose of my innocence. Immediately I had the instinct to bolt. Just turn and run to my car. But I had come too far and wanted this too badly. I could hear him approaching the door. My heart pounding in my chest.
The door swung open to reveal a burly, mature man. He was tall, taller than me, 6 foot at least. Broad shoulders. Brown hair with bits of grey streaking the sides. Looking down on me he smiled broadly. “Nice to finally meet you, Chris.” He extended his big manly hand. I gripped his hand, and squeaked hello. His other hand clasped my shoulder and drew me inside.
His house was neat and clean inside. Releasing my hand he moved he cupped my face in one big, rough palm. He turned my face toward his. “Your cute. Not too masculine.”
“Thanks.” I replied sheepishly, dropping my eyes again.
“Relax, sweet heart. This will be fun. We don’t have to go too fast.” I nodded my head, feeling rather uncertain. “Lets go upstairs and you can see my wife’s collection.”
I tried to explain, “Sorry, I’m just nervous. Never done this before.” I felt comfortable relating to him. “Being dishonest with my girlfriend is wearing on me.”
He extended his arm across my shoulders angling me toward the stairs. “But if feels so good to indulge in fantasy. I’m sure you’ve had these feelings for a long time, just like me. Its time we enjoyed them.” John walked me upstairs and guided me into his bedroom. The room opened to the left, with the head of the bed against the left wall. There was a door in the far right corner of the room leading to a master bath. On the right wall close to the door was a long, low dresser. He left me and approached the dresser. “Come explore.” John said in a dubious tone, after sliding the top drawer open.
I approached.
My eyes feasted on the treasure trove of panties before me. I started getting hard seeing all the lace, cotton, silk, variously colored and styled panties.
“You can wear what ever you want.” John told me, “This is all about you feeling sexy.”
I let my hands dive into the drawer, sorting through this magnificent collection. “I can wear anything?”
“Absolutely. There are skirts, tops, and lingerie in the other drawers and shoes in the closet. I’ll be down stairs when you feel comfortable.” And with that he walked to the hallway. Pausing in the door he said, “Oh, and I left some things for you in the bathroom.” He gave me a wry smile, winked, and shut the door. Curious, I made my way to the bathroom, my interest piqued. Standing in the door to the bathroom I found his gifts. On the counter was a brunette wig and makeup. I walked in and approached the wig. Stroking the fine hair I new this would make my crossdressing fantasy complete. Well, almost.
I striped my clothes. Standing in front of the large bathroom mirror I admired my boyish figure. Narrow shoulders, slim arms, andas of this morning, hairless. I took the wig and positioned it upon my head. It took some adjusting, turning, moving back and forth, but eventually it fit. And looked quite convincing. My new hair was very straight, the bangs were cut in a stylish arch over my eyes. I looked like a teen girl. I began looking through the make-up. Having never used make-up before I really didn’t know where to start. Lip stick is always sexy, so I selected and nice red shade and began applying it to my upper lip. It did look sexy. I decided to leave it at that for now.
Returning to the panty drawer, I came back to a silky zebra print tanga I’d seen earlier. It felt smooth and sexy in my fingers, white, with a purple zebra pattern and black lace around the waist and leg openings. I set them out on the dresser, there were other things to put on first. Drawing a lacy little string out of the drawer I slipped it around my waist. The black garter belt fit snugly. Its ribbons hung down my thighs, searching for a pair of thigh highs. Finding a pair I sat down on the bed and slipped them on my legs. Standing, I attached the garters to the buttons on the ornate, lacy black cuff of the stockings. With the panties in hand I slipped them over everything. The silk felt marvelous on my hairless body. They fit so sensuously between ample little cheeks.
Rummaging through the drawers again I found a nice, simple dress. It was short and slim, with spaghetti straps. Its dark purple color complimented my fair skin well. I slipped it over my head, making a note to dress first before applying a wig and make-up, next time. I turned cirlces, admiring myself in the full body mirror. Damn, I looked hot. Like so many young sluts I’d seen flaunting their bodies in public. Then I remembered, I had a man waiting for me. I wonder what he’ll think of me? A sly grin on my face, I needed one last touch; shoes.
In the closet I found many different shoes, I just wanted something simple. I selected a pair black leather heals with little straps that attach around the ankles. I put them on and awkwardly made my way to the door.
John was waiting for me in the living room. I found him sitting on the couch drinking a beer. When he saw me, his eyes widened, a look of pleasant surprise flashed across his face. I noticed something in his eyes; lust. That quickly he wanted to fuck me!
“You look amazing!” he said, rising from the couch.
“You think so?” I asked, trying to keep voice low and demure with out being overly feminine.
“Oh absolutely!” his hand found my hip and lightly encouraged me to turn around. He let out a low whistle as he gawked at my ass. The dress was short, barely long enough to reach the top of the stockings on my upper thighs. I bent at the waist, putting my hands on my knees, to give John a better view. He leaned back trying to see more. Suddenly I felt his hand on my inner thigh. His finger tips slowly and deliberately sliding their way up. John’s hand found my panty covered crotch, lingered for a second before his finger found traced its way between my cheeks. He pressed once on my hole and withdrew.
The whole encounter left me feeling like a lightening bolt had struck the tip of my penis. My mind was fuzzy, reeling with the reality of what was happening. It took me a second to recover. When I did a new personality had swept over me. I was no longer a boy dressed as a girl. I was a girl. A dirt little slut, ready to please a man for the first time.
John had moved to the couch, looking at me he patted the cushion next to him. But I knew where my seat was. I moved into position in front of him, put my knee in between his and pushed his legs open. Standing, I left my hands explore my body. Pushing the dress in between my legs, caressing my little tits. Resting my hands on my hips, gyrating very sexually, I lowered my ass down to my heels, knees together, pointing right at John. I slid my hands out to my knees and opened my legs wide. John’s cock jumped, his thin shorts doing nothing to hide it, when he saw his wife’s panties clinging to my hairless mound.
Moving forward I crawled my way up his body until I was straddling him. My dress pulled up my thighs, barely covering my ass, my panties on display for John.
“Do I really look sexy, hun?” I asked trying to sound like I was his wife. But John was past talking. One hand slipped around the back of my head and pulled me mouth to his. He kissed me long and deep. His tongue exploring my mouth, I could taste the beer on his breath. But I didn’t care, I was swept away in his passionate kiss. His other hand found my ass and gyrated me against his hard cock, I could feel it rubbing against my ass cheeks. God damn, it was big! Our arms entwined, tongues mingling, passion overriding us both. We laid down on the couch. John on top of me, dry humping me. Showing me his strokes. I slid my hand down and grabbed his cock. I had to see this wild beast. My hand did nothing to stop his thrusting.
He broke our kiss and pushed himself up onto his knees. Griping his shirt he pulled it up over his head in one motion. Revealing his broad chest and burly frame. His body covered in wispy brown hair. My legs still wrapped around his lower thighs, his cock still tenting the little shorts. His hand moved to the waist band.
“Wait.” I interceded, “Let me.” Pushing myself up I reversed my position. Now on my hands and knees, staring directly at the top of his tent. I reached one very nervous hand up to his waist band. This was it, the moment of truth. I slowly pulled his shorts down. The band running along his hard-on, pushing it down. The band was almost to his knees before his cock sprung free. Pointing right at my face. It was magnificent.
Big and thick, with an enormous mushroom head. It looked as if it were carved from marble. A work of art, encapsulating all the greatest qualities of a perfect penis. A master’s finest work, curling up only slightly. His throbbing shaft pulsing with veins. The large head pushing the boundaries of the shaft, a warriors helmet, ready to thrust its way to victory. The perfect rim broken only on the underside by a chiseled wedge pointing to his hole. A picturesque drop of precum poised on his tip. That was the first thing I licked.
His cum was sweet but manly. He moaned as I licked at his hole, pushing into it with my tongue. My hot breath caressing his shaft, I was overwhelmed with desire. All the porno I’ve seen, all the blowjobs, all heightening my anticipation of this moment. I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. Leaning forward ever so slightly I let his engorged cock slide into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around his shaft so his entire head rested in my mouth. I held him there, savoring his manly cock head in my mouth. It was like a delectable stawberry ripe with juice, just waiting to be sucked dry.
I began sliding my tongue back and forth under his head. “Ooooooo, baby! Aaahhhhhh!” John moaned.
Moving one hand up this thigh I began caressing his balls while I sucked him. Pushing my mouth further down on his shaft. His massive cocksliding its way into my mouth. At the precipice on my throat, less than half his cock fitting into my mouth,I pulled back, now beginning to go back and forth on his shaft. My lips sliding up his cock, stopping at his head, and plunging down again. Each time letting him penetrate my throat a little more. I was in bliss sucking his cock, moving at my own pace.
John pulled his hips back, withdrawing his dick from my mouth with a wet SMACK! Poised on my hands and knees, mouth held in an “O” shape, longing to be filled. John sat back on the couch, puting his feet on the ground. “Why don’t you get on you knees, hun.” I crawled over and staddled him again, kissing him on the mouth. I slid down between his legs letting his cock drag against my body. Finding myself kneeling between his legs, his cock at attention before me, I grabbed it and began licking it from base to tip. “Ooooooo, yeah baby! Suck it for me!” Opening my mouth I let him back in. This time using my tongue to push his cock against the roof of my mouth. Slurping, I moved my head up and down. “Yeah! Yeah! Don’t stop!” John moaned between breaths.
His hand found the back of my head and held me down on his cock. Not letting me up past the halfway point of his cock but pushing be down closer and closer to his balls. Filling with semen, his cock swelled to enormous proportions. He grunted and groaned, his breath ragged and quick.
“Yeah baby! Yeah! Don’t stoooooooooppp!”
With that last breath his orgasm broke from his control. John’s hips bucking off the couch, his cock penetrating deeper into my mouth. The first spurt shot out and hit the back of my throat, leaving a trail on my tongue. I wanted to stop and taste his thick creamy cum but his hand on my head continued to move my mouth up and down on his cock milking more of his hot cum. The piece of chiseled stone in my mouth kept erupting in big hot bursts like some lustfully choreographed fountain head. I tried to swallow but the volume was too much and his cum began leaking from my mouth, dripping down his shaft.
Eventually his hand eased off the back of my head and his butt returned to the couch cushions. Sucking lustfully along the length of his cock I pulled his member from my mouth, keeping my mouth open to show him the pool of cum waiting to be swallowed.
“Oh yeah, baby. Swallow Papa’s load!”
I did as I was told. Sealing my lips and swallowing with one big gulp. I gathered the dribbling cum off my chin with my finger and licked it off. “Your cum is soooooo good, hun.” I told him. Grabbing his cock I began licking and kissing it. He was still hard.
“God, you love sucking dick, don’t you?” John asked.
“I never blew one before. I always imagined how hot it would be.”
“You were amazing!”
“Your cock makes me so hot!” I replied from between his his legs, looking up into his eyes. There was still lust there, a look that told me there was more he wanted to do to me.
John sat up straight, pulling his cock away from me. He leaned forward and grabbed my arms below the shoulder. He stood up and brought me with him. Towering over me, our bodies rubbing against each other he kissed me deep again. His tongue mingling with mine. I knew he could taste his cum in my mouth.
“Come upstairs.” He said, “There’s something I want to show you.” John took me by the hand and led me the the stairs. He stopped at the foot and moved to the side. Waving his hand he indicated I was to go first, but what awaited me and tight, virgin body, up there?

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Easter Bunnies

I get a call in the small hours of Easter morning from my best friend’s daughter. She’s stuck at a frat party with two of her friends and is getting scared. I rush to help her out and find them drunk and all dressed in bunny outfits.

Don’t Tell Mommy | Part One

Part One – The first day of summer
June 21st, 2011. The first day of summer, a day I will never forget. It was on that day, for the first time ever, that I felt sexually aroused when overhearing my daughter masturbate.
This story begins before that day, as I later found out and will soon discuss, but let’s start here.

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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Magical Hearts chapter 10

Magical hearts chapter 10
During our last chapter, we found out that the kingdom of Izmira had not only ordered Raiders to capture slaves, but had infiltrated Edmonton one of the main cities in Cowan. I fear this is a prelude to war, the harbor there would allow them to bring in as many troops safely with as many ships they can bring. A small army could more easily defend the peninsula that Edmonton sets on as they wait for reinforcements.
I briefed my father, who seemed to lose his appetite. The two ships we destroy this year, I believe had more troops to reinforce Edmonton. The loss of those two ships probably delayed their plans. It would make sense, bring troops and take away slaves, destroying villages under the guise of Raiders. If their plans thwarted, they could back off saying it was Raiders doing the damage, and they had no control over them.
Dad agrees with my assessment, although we need to gather more information confirming what we fear. Dad says, “As king I cannot just declare war on another kingdom over suspicions alone. Our Navy is not that large, but I will send our ships south. We could use some of the carpets for scouting, if we know where their ships are we can bring some of our mages and damage their ships or maybe destroy them.”
I tell my father of my plans, to retake Edmonton keep. Using my guard, and cast a sleep spell, and paralyze spells to infiltrate the Castle from the top of the towers working downward. Binding the guards and soldiers once, they are unconscious. If we can get in, and control large enough area we can bring more troops in on your carpets. Before they know what is happening we can take the keep, wait for patrols and surround them as they return. Once the city is ours again, we can just simply destroy or capture any of the ships sent by Izmira.
My father smiles and says, “On one condition, you take two more mages with you. Justin and Selena, Selena is in Brittany, but I can have her at the staging area on time. With the two of them, your plan is much more likely to succeed. Both are very powerful, and skilled in battle.
I say, “Justin is here already, be picked him up last night.”
We leave my father so he can bath and dress for the day. It is going to be a very busy day. My father has about two hundred and fifty troops he can bring to bear at this moment. Provisions, arms and armor are all contained in enchanted crates. Isabel and I have created carpets capable of carrying all of the troops and their necessary items.
I seriously doubt it will be something they are ready for, four mages along with two hundred fifty troops dropping in from the sky. I think no one in the kingdom knows we had that capability, and certainly no one outside of the kingdom.
Other than our raid against the Raiders two days ago, we have not used that capability, father left under cover of darkness. The raid on Bethany was with clan Morgan assistance, I am sure everyone knows of their carpets, although clan Morgan normally uses the three small carpets.
Magical carpet seldom last more than a season, that is why Justin was so surprised when he did his discovery spell and found that they were permanent, the enchantment would last as long as the carpets. The three small carpets are not in unique patterns, so someone may believe that they are replaced on a regular basis.
Before the day can really get started, Isabel takes Ruth to a different dress shop, and has her dress finished.
Ben and I need to fix her ring, and I have Ben tell me what her favorite flowers. She loves roses that seems to be a favorite among most of the kingdom’s women. Ben hands me a couple gold pieces; they turn into miniature roses after I removed the Green diamond. I ask Ben, “Does Ruth like Isabel’s ring?”
Ben nods his head, yes. I have the roses grow as they absorb the gold from the coins. Ruth unlike Isabel needs a slightly tougher ring, after all her job is to protect us. Like Isabel’s ring, the roses span into a lattice with flowers completely around the outside. Although they are slightly larger, they flatten making a smooth surface both on the inside and out rosebuds hold the diamond, both seeming to cross-halfway or just over the edge. I have improved the fire of the gemstone with tiny cuts that only removed a little dust from the diamond.
Unlike Isabel’s ring, I enchanted with healing activated when husband and wife kiss, they may want to pass it on down to their son. I also add the scent of roses in the morning. Just for the fun of it, when husband and wife kiss they too will be surrounded by a glow.
Isabel had been encouraging me in my mind, and I has to does anything else I should add. With a giggle, she thinks (no).
As an afterthought, I ask Isabel, (What is Ruth’s favorite flower?)
Isabel pauses for a moment or two I know she is asking Ruth. In my mind, I hear Isabel respond, (Roses.) Isabel continues, (That is a good question. Not every girl likes the same flower. Ruth wants to past the ring on.)
Looking at the ring in my hand I know I cannot alter all the magic I placed in it, the web of magic is too complex. So I separate the diamond and begin again, fortunately Isabel has arrived. Ben almost fainted at seeing the ring melt. I smile and say, “This is just going to take a little more power; Isabel is here now give us a moment or two.”
Isabel and I take the diamond and the gold and begin again. Again the ring forms, from flower stems this time lavender. Ben nearly interrupts us, but Ruth places a hand in the center of his chest smiles and says, “Isabel told me about what was going on. I want to pass this on to one of our children. Isabel and Julius are going to do something very special.”
We add one enchantment, when the ring placed on the finger of the betrothed the flowers and fragrance on the ring will change to her favorite when her true love kisses her. As before when the husband kisses the wife the ring will heal them and cause them to glow, not only them but also the ring itself if it takes any damage. The ring will automatically adjust to the betrothed’s finger, just like Isabel’s ring.
Now that the ring is finished, we hand it to Ben who looks disappointed. Ruth nudges him and says, “Put it on my finger and kiss me silly.” Ben slides it onto Ruth’s ring finger and it adjusts to her hand.
Ben sniffs and says, “I smell lavender.”
Ruth pulls him to her. “You have not finished.” She says. Ben pulls her into a kiss, Isabel and I, gasp at seeing the two glow. That spell should not be active until they are married.
Our friends chuckle, before Bill says, “Told you, you are contagious.” We see that more and more, it should not surprise us anymore. Isabel and I join in on the laughter.
Ruth brings her left hand to Ben’s face. The smell of roses is strong. The ring has shifted to roses. When they break their kiss, Ben holds her hand so he can look at the ring. Ruth smiles and says, “When we pass the ring on. Isabel and Julius enchanted the ring so who receives it, when they are kiss by their true love they will get their favorite flowers and its fragrance.”
Ben laughs, “That was a good one Julius.”
I say, “Well you put me on my ass so many times while we trained I had to give you a little payback my friend.” The carpet lands in the courtyard and our friends climb aboard and we fly to the temple. Like our wedding, Ben and Ruth are separate pulled into their own bathing area. While there are there, the Temple quickly fills up with most everyone from the Castle, including my father.
The priestess begins the ceremony. There is something new she speaks of the glow of love and the blessing given by Aphrodite for those who share in it. Ben comes out in a new suit of armor he wears rank of captain, shined extremely bright. Ruth has her dress that Isabel had gotten her. The two are little surprised at seeing how many people are here.
As they speak their words of love Ben says, “Ruth, you are my Angel, with halo bright seen with each kiss. Your love has lit my heart.”
Ruth smiles and says, “You fill my heart with beauty, with love and joy. I love you Ben.” The two fall silent and then move into a kiss, the two glow as the congregation cheers.
The priestess says, “A union blessed by Aphrodite, husband and wife in life and death.”
Knowing what we are going through tonight, we send Ben and Ruth off to spend as much time together as they can before we have to leave.
Will have a grand party when we can return, if everything goes well we may just have it in Edmonton.
We talked to several people who know Edmonton keep, including Carissa. About two and a half months ago, the Duke of Edmonton started changing his guards, ignoring his normal counsel. Carissa does not know why her father began acting strangely. She finally confessed that her father had sent her off with the son of the traitor. They had an arranged marriage, before his family’s disgrace. Carissa stated that her father had canceled the marriage. Two days after his sudden change in behavior when her former betrothed arrived, he treated him as he always has, and sent the two of them off together.
Carissa begs that her father be unharmed, that he must be sick. She does not understand why he was behaving strangely. Later she led off in tears, she returns to her room and a couple priestesses show up in the afternoon to counsel her. I assured her that we would try to make sure he is unharmed and undo any curse or magic that must be controlling him.
I am hopeful that the plan works, if we managed to land without raising the alarm, and clear one of the towers. Perhaps two of the towers, along with the battlements connecting, it would be a simple matter to keep the guards in their guardhouse, just magically sealed their door or doors.
The real problem is if they have mages, they may have alarm spells, wards or other magical traps. Wizards from other parts the world can use magic differently than we do. Magic itself generally works the same. Nevertheless, when a wizard figures out a new way of doing a spell sometimes that is not shared openly. Spells from different areas of the world had been diversifying, at one point in our history mages went to a single college, a single mage counsel ruled all mages on this world, we stood apart not allowed to join in on the political scene. Spells were shared more readily in those long past days.
I am counting on that one thing. Izmira does not have the spells needed to enchant a carpet to fly. They probably do not recognize the danger, the towers may not be heavily guarded, or possibly no guards at all. It would be very good to land and only face one or two, not a dozen armed guards, with ward and alarm spells to alert the entire keep. The whole plan hinges on that fact.
Shortly after dark, Isabel and I with our companions and six archers leave the city, space our departures by half an hour to bring less attention to them. We are meeting at the village directly across the great bay that separates the peninsula that Edmonton sets on from the main land of Cowan. With any luck the jeweler will be there, he may be able to give us some more information.
Dad informed me that house Morgan will be bringing fifty of their strongmen, and city guards from Camarillo. They will meet us at the rally point tonight. That would give us more than enough men to land on each of the towers once they have been subdued. We can leave crossbow men up there, if need be they can cover our escape, leaving by carpet just the way we came.
We plan to hit the keep as the moons set, that will be about two hours past midnight. The last carpet to leave New Cowan will arrive with one hour at the rally point before going on. Selena, and Justin are taking the last two carpets, my father and son will remain in New Cowan. Dad really wanted to come, but I convinced him is not a good idea to risk both of us. He only said, “You are your father’s son.”
We arrived at the village inn. I am surprised how fast we made it, is only two and a half hours after sunset. The jeweler has made it, and I reluctantly wake him from his sleep. We speak for several minutes, he tells me of the random searches, the guard had looked for Isabel and I well into the next day when he left.
Altogether, the information he gives me is just confirmation of what he has already said. I do get a better number of guards the Duke is using. An Izmira ship arrived a week ago, it brought the number of guards to one hundred and fifty. It is as I suspected, the cities jail cells emptied onto the ship before it left. The jeweler highly doubts the ship took criminals.
That ship only left port a day and an half ago, and once we take the keep. We will catch that ship and retrieve our people. Force that Captain to return our people. If our people have come to harm, if they abuse the women, most of the sailors will never return home. They will face trial and punishment for their deeds. I see the same determination in my companions, as I feel it echoed from Isabel. That nation can no longer be permitted to pray on others.
When we are all gathered, we come to the decision that Justin and Selena will take the northwest tower, Isabel and I will take the southeast tower. We will strike at the same time, only taken enough troops to secure each tower. Then will jump to the others, secure them, and signal for the troops to arrive and begin to secure the keep. In might be a bit more risky, but with all four tower secure, we have eight large carpets landing two at each tower we can probably secure the keep in less than an hour. It is a variation of the plan, where stealth and surprise used for our benefit. If we can take out the other towers, the guards there could not raise the alarm the moment they see our carpets begin unloading our troops.
I wish I could take credit for that, but that was Jeremiah’s idea. Dad really should make him a general. He actually visited the keep several times. He will be with us on our initial strike the tower tops first, and then the battlements, followed by securing the towers as we go.
We move low, fast, and silent not high enough to be outlined against the stars, yet high enough that we do not alert our passing to those on the ground. Justin and Selena are taking the seaward side; Isabel and I are in the landward side that is why we are taking the opposite towers. When we come into range, there is only two guards atop the tower. We approach so fast they did not even have time to open their mouths before they found themselves paralyzed. I checked for magical wards just before we land, finding none we set the carpet down silently. Leaving the six archers, Isabel, Jeremiah and my companions accompany me to the next tower. It has two guards stand watching over the city, they do not even see us before we have them paralyzed.
Only one guard walking the battlements at this hour at night. We simply descend low enough on our carpet before using a sleep spell. He falls asleep silently leaning against the wall, the other guards follow quickly.
Returning to the top of the tower, we begin our dissent into the Royal bedrooms. Most likely, the heaviest guarded, but as we reach each level, I cast a wide area sleep spell. It is not as strong as a direct sleep spell, but at this hour of the night, it proved very effective. Each floor fall silent quickly, and we move quickly to bind the guards. Checking each room, we find one magic user and we placed a magical binding on him, before gagging him. By the time, we reach the bottom floor there is not a single guard in the keep still awake.
Justin has given the signal, and our soldiers arrive. A few grumble that, there is nothing left for them to do. Nevertheless, we have them recheck each guard to ensure that they are secure. We find the guards quarters, much like the Raiders we found have taken women for their pleasure.
Ruth and Isabel begin marking each man, as they began to pull the women away. Once the keep it secure father may come and begin their trials. We find that two patrols are still in the city. We wait in ambush for their return. Our men now occupies the battlements and towers, and control the gates.
In the dungeons, we find the advisors and their families, along with others designated to be slaves. Isabel and I do what we can to heal them. We share a long kiss as I carried Isabel among the jail cells. Even a few of the guards along with their families occupy the cells, seeing their loved ones healed gives them strength.
Both of the enemies patrols arrived just before dawn, they have several prisoners that they threaten. I say, “They are the only thing keeping you alive. When they die you will have a long and painful death.”
Realizing the impossibility of their situation, their escape cut off, and the threats only served to anger our troops they lay down their arms and released their captives without any further harm.
Our troops bind them, if I did not hate slavery so much, I would have them all branded and sold as slaves to different kingdoms. The soldiers make poor slaves. They usually whipped to death within a season.
Jeremiah informed my father using his mirror, we began going through the Royal bedrooms again, and we separate the Duke and his family. The Duchess, and a younger daughter seem to be okay, but who knows what they went through.
Justin cast a spell to determine if the Duke coerced by magic. He almost cursed at what he found out. The Duke was no longer himself, some powerful magic ripped his soul away, in its place another. Essentially the Duke was already dead, and someone else inhabiting his body. Necromancy outlawed here for over a century, and this is the worst case of it. The person that inhabits the Duke’s body dies as part of the enchantment.
I fear what this news will do to Carissa, her father’s body yet lives but hopefully his soul is at rest, or soon will be. We revive the servants first, one at a time to ensure they are not agents of Izmira. Before dawn, we have nearly all the servants revived, and we get many tales of horror about the guards and even the Duke.
Shortly after Dawn, father arrives with Carissa. We set them down and give them the grave news. My father shakes his head, and pulls the crying Carissa to him. I say, “We have the wizard that probably perform the spells. I do not believe there is any way of reversing their effects, and I would not trust anything that evil of a person would say.”
My father still trying to comfort Carissa says, “What my son says is true. Take comfort in knowing this that it was not your father that put you in the hands of the traitor son. I hope that when we revenge your father he may rest in peace.”
I explained to my father that we have a ship to catch. It left two days ago and should still be at sea with some of our people aboard. I will do my best to bring them back.
Isabel and our companions are waiting at the top of the tower with the carpet. Jeremiah steps in line with me and says, “I would go with you, I can send word to your father if we catch the ship and have to destroy the crew. He can send a new ship, to bring our people home.”
We pick up provisions for ourselves for as long as we can two water barrels and much dried food. I figure will be a day at least on the carpet to catch up. We know their course, if it is one thing these people are great record keepers. All the information about the ship, the people he took, and their course we have found during our search of the keep.
Before the sun is an hour past dawn, we set out to sea following the ship’s course. The carpet seems a bit faster, both Isabel and I wish it to move faster and the carpet does. We are moving so fast the sun seems to almost standstill in the sky. After moving West by Northwest we can almost feel the wind shifts, and we begin heading due West. After only an hour we spot the ship, it flies the flag of Izmira. Only about twenty men spotted on deck, one stands by the helmsman, it appears to be the Captain.
Several children are on deck, they apply water to the wooden decking, which is how it kept watertight if the wood dries it shrinks. The shrinking wood allows water to pour through making the ship harder to keep afloat in bad weather. When a man raises a whip to strike one of the children Isabel reacts. A lightning bolt races out while the whip is still high in the air running down it and killing the man.
I use magic to make my voice louder on the ship. I say, “You have taken our people. If you do not want to join the pile of ashes you will turnabout and return them without any harm.”
The helmsman begin to turn the will, the Captain ordered him to maintain his course as he ran for one of the children. He was six steps away when I paralyzed him freezing him in mid stride. He tumbled to the deck, bouncing once before he came to rest looking like a toppled statue.
When several of the crew drew their weapons, arrows flashed into their chest, or lightning bolts turned them to ash. The result was the same any who drew weapons died almost instantly. Almost as soon as it began it was over, the helmsman begin turning the ship about, he was surprised when the wind refilled the sails, only moments later to become even stronger than it had been before. Below decks, another twenty-five crewmembers soon surrendered.
It took us two days to return to port and we landed at the nearest which was Camarillo. The sailors were little surprised, as city guardsmen went to their knee before me. When the new city Captain, greeted us going to his knee he said, “Welcome back Prince Julius and Princess Isabel, the King waits at the keep. Duke Jeremiah Lady Claire waits for you to join her at court.”
Jeremiah had made sure to point out the two wrecks on the way in, telling the helmsman that was the work of the Prince and Princess. He told them that they would be a few of their fellow citizens who survived that they would be returning.
We gave them a small ship, one barely able to make such a journey. When they left they were heavily laden with water and food, and a small boat sailed slowly away. A letter to their King detailed our grievances, helmsman turned out to be more than willing to offer messenger service. We still had a hundred of their soldiers in our jails. The return of their men were contingent on the return of ours. Two of the hundred were officers, minor nobles we treated them like the rest of their men.
Be quickly sent messages to the other kingdoms friendly to us, both as warning of Izmira’s treachery and news of our victory. We also sent word that Izmira was to return our people, if they failed to do so we were going to declare war.
Jeremiah had come up with a plan, when we return their people, or at least the last two nobles. We would have shown them the ships, allowing Justin to bring forth the images of that battle. Placed the two nobles, or all of the prisoners we were returning in a specially made crate, to them only a few moments would pass no matter how long or trip took. Using one of the larger carpets, we would land with forty men, two teams of horses, wagons and enough food for everyone for a two-day march.
Landing secretly on their coast, we would release the prisoners from what looked like a jail cell but was actually an enchanted crate. They would believe we got there nearly instantaneously, by an unknown means of transportation. If our enemy believed we could bring a group that large to their shores with no problems, destroy their ships at sea. Perhaps they will surrender, return our people and never raid our shores again. That was a hope Isabel and I shared.
Justin and Selena had found the necromancers spell books; they found that the Duke soul captured and held within a large crystal. They actually found the crystal within the necromancer’s quarters. From the faint glow within the stone, we knew a soul was still within it. It was uncertain if it was the Duke are not.
We stopped the execution just in time. We were going to try to switch the souls. It was a slim hope at best. The necromancer was one of the first we executed. We would not have trusted him anyway.
We went to the temple of Aphrodite. We needed to know if they could help, possibly even ask Aphrodite herself. We did this for Carissa’s love for her father. The priestess asks, “Could you two kiss, and it may be possible Aphrodite will come in answer to your request.”
We had brought the crystal, and the gagged bound body of the Duke. Four guards escorted the chained man into the temple. He was held a short distance away from us as we spoke. When Isabel and I leaned in together and began to kiss, the glow reached out. First to the chained man, he screamed as the light enveloped him. The guards could not prevent him from sinking to his knees as he screamed. His eyes rolled back as he began to spasm, the scream stopped as a spirit of a disfigured man pulled out of the body. The spirit was screaming, and struggling but eventually, the spirit pulled free of the body. The body slumped unmoving and it did not draw breath.
The glow still surrounded the body. The crystal flies until it struck the body in the chest. There was a moment of bright light, and then the body was again the Duke. He drew breath, and began to blink. Confusion and fear at his condition was the first sign of his return, only a moment later he fainted.
We release him from his chains, remove the gag and summon his family. Isabel and I kiss as is family including Carissa arrive; the light now seems to caress the Duke. His breathing becomes stronger, and only a moment later he sets up blinking. Looking around he asks, “How did I get here? Am I still in that nightmare?”
His wife and children surround him in a hug. Their tears flow freely. He holds them tightly and says, “I am finally awake. Think the goddess.”
My father speaks with him the next day. His old friend still is not quite himself. Nevertheless, I feel he will make a full recovery, given the love of his family and friends.
We change our plans.
We gathered Driftwood and stone for two days, Isabel and I decided to not only make a set of cells, but an entire keep or what looked like one. With the main drawbridge down it would be its normal size. When you close the drawbridge, it would be half the size of a crate. The trick was to make it shrink each time into a miniature Keep. Isabel and I had experimented with this for over two months before perfecting the enchantment.
The two large islands off the coast had no names on our map. None of our sailors or navigators from any of our ports knew of them. We went to the ruins of the keep, and found the name Fox. That was the only thing that identified anything there. Therefore, we nicknamed the islands Fox and Hound. Fox being the northern island of the two and slightly smaller.
We decided to work on this island because of its isolation. No rumor was to escape about our plan, and seeing a magical castle built would definitely bring about many rumors. With a few more trusted guards, and even those were stationed where they would not see or hear anything that occurred.
We find a large flat meadow excellent for what we wish to accomplish. We brought the wood and stone leaving them on the edge of the meadow. Only our guard is with us, except for Justin and Selena to observe our process.
Like creating the crates you start with a full-size object, then through magical means shrink it. Therefore, the first order of business was to create a full-size keep. We had scoured the outer islands for more Driftwood, bringing what more we could. Two enormous balls of wood set on the ground outside of the meadow. A huge piece of stone set beside them. We begin with the stone, because we wanted this to be able to move it would not have foundations that pressed into the ground. Rather sit flat a crossed.
The first order of business was to create a smooth hard surface within the meadow. We had brought sand and spread it out on the meadow, the day before. The sand made level and pressed into a hard surface. Then we begin with blocks of stone very large but thin at first. As each block lay down beside the next, it fuses to its neighbors. Creating one solid flat sheet, this will be the base of our keep. This took all day and Isabel and I are exhausted just accomplishing that. What little stone remained would be far short of what we need.
Justin and Selena volunteered to gather more stone; we noticed a quarry not too far distant. The quarry was originally the stone source for the buildings on this island.
Isabel and I retreat to our small house we had created. It was large enough for rooms for our companions and us. We had tested out the enchantment creating this home. It had a porch on the front that was the equivalent of the drawbridge. It did not use near as much stone as the keep would use, although it had a stone fireplace. This was actually the fifth attempt. We had various problems from furniture that would not shrink, to one that shrink to nothing. One burned because of the fire in the fireplace. This one uses an illusion of the fire, which gives off heat magically, only on command.
Isabel and I have not dared to collapse it a second time. We will cross that bridge when we do not need it again. Right now, Isabel and I need our bathing pool followed by a meal and long night’s rest. From the sound when we walk in the door, Ben and Ruth are enjoying each other’s company. Michael asks, “Can you do something about the sound?”
I point his daughter to a spell of silence, and ask, “Have you learnt this spell yet?”
She giggles and shakes her head yes, so I instruct, “Casted upon that door.”
Isabel giggles, “Remember we had to disallow casting inside.”
Thinking quickly I say, “Go outside and get a small stone. Cast the spell on the stone and set it in front of the door. Once the spell expires, be sure to remove the stone.”
Giggling Isabel says, “Do the same on a second stone, and place it front of our door.” The room breaks out into laughter as Isabel pulls me back into our bedchambers.
As soon as our door closes, Isabel strips us as I pick her up and walk into a large bathing pool we have created. I gently wash Isabel with scented soaps. Even exhausted we are enjoying the feel of each other’s hands on our bodies. I doubt we do more than kiss and cuddle tonight. Isabel wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. Our kiss seems to energize us. Isabel jumps wrapping her body around mine. Her arms around my shoulders, her legs are over my hips and she pulls her beautiful body against me.
As we kiss my manhood begins to react, and before long, it rubs against Isabel’s wet bottom. Isabel lifts high enough and wiggles once I am in the right spot she slides back down taking me within her. Her internal muscles ripple as she pulls me deeper sliding downward onto my erect manhood. Isabel fully impaled, and her muscles excite my cock, my breathing is becoming heavy with my excitement. Isabel makes small movements grinding her clitoris against my body. As her body increases the massage, Isabel begins to shake against me, causing her clitoris to have heightened stimulation. Isabel and I both climax at the same time I grunt as I push spurt after spurt through her open cervix. Isabel screams her pleasure at her orgasm. We are both breathing heavy as we look into each other’s face and laugh at the joy we give each other.
We finish our bath, dress for dinner. We join our companions, even a satisfied Ruth and Ben. We eat and speak of how much longer will be here. I say from what we have accomplished today, at least a week more like ten days.
Justin laughs, “He will build a keep in ten days, and normally it takes years.”
Selena nods her head yes and says, “I have only seen one new keep build in my lifetime, and actually took ten years and thousands of men laboring to accomplish it.”
Justin says, “I have not seen a mage even in my life time attempt such a grand enchantment. Even this house is far greater than many can accomplish even working together. I watched as you shrink it, picked it up as if it was a dollhouse, set upon your carpet flown it here and expanded it back to its original size. I find it simply amazing.”
Selena says, “You even enchanted the cabinets, they hold entire meals that all we have to do is remove the hot meal we wish to eat and close the cabinets again.”
I give Isabel kiss and say, “It was my wife’s idea, and we had done a set for father’s cook.”
Selena giggles, “She so appreciative, she can prepare a meal and set it within one for a week undisturbed and it will be hot and ready to eat when she decides the serve it.”
Isabel giggles, “There is a four-month-old pie I would like for dessert.”
Justin chuckles, “Now you are just showing off, you are behaving so much like your husband.” The room breaks out into laughter.
The next day we began on the skeleton of the keep. Using the wood and the stone to make the reinforcements for the next floor, we were going to make a total of three, with the battlements on the fourth floor, a set of six-story towers on each corner, with a gate and a gatehouse, complete with battlements of top.
As the time passed more of the keep, begin to take shape, on the eighth day it was complete. The next two days we create furniture. On the tenth day, the keep has officers’ quarters with furniture, and storerooms on the second and third floor. All three floors have an armory we had yet to equip. Also on the first floor of the keep has bunk beds in four large rooms, a huge kitchen, dining room and stables. The keep has only wooden doors to give you the impression that is actually not a prison, but a fortress.
The Keep is large enough to hold four hundred men, with a full unit of cavalry, and enough arms to ensure they can stand for a long time under siege. It would be a daunting site for any army to come upon, and a great surprise if they knew the land to be barren, one-day empty land and the next a full scale Keep capable of protecting itself. The Keep wrapped in thick stone walls so smooth no assassin can climb, towers and battlements topped with archers, and two ballistae.
With somewhere else to stay, Isabel and I decide it is worth the risk to attempt to re-close the house. We ensure it has nothing that was not originally in it. Not even a grain of sand. One of our houses failed because we did not empty the baths. On something this complicated it seems more little things can go wrong. We needed to close the house for one very important reason. We had not tested if it would not kill a living thing. It was similar to the enchantments on the new crates, only slowing time not completely stopping it.
Justin brings a rabbit, and Isabel groans before I say, “We will release the rabbit once the experiment is completed.”
Isabel is not too happy about it, and I know she does not like using rabbits as food she prefers them as pets. However, a rabbit is a better test subject than an insect.
At the corners of the porch, Isabel and I placed our hands and spoke the command words that shrank the house. As a house begin to shrink, the rabbit froze as time began to slow for it. It shrinks along with the house. By the time, the house shrunk to its smallest point, Isabel and I knew it was going to be successful.
Isabel and I walk across the sand to the miniature house. Again, we place our hands and say the command words. For the test we wanted to do it would not matter if it was five minutes or five days, the rabbit merely had to survive. Once the house has fully expanded, the rabbit begins to hop around inside.
Isabel gently catches the creature, as she pets it brings it outside in the open meadow. She releases it back into the meadow. It is only a moment or two before it disappears from site. I rub my wife’s shoulder, Isabel and I are both rather exhausted despite all we have done today is test the house’s enchantment. The last ten days, we have created a keep from raw materials and furnished it, tons of raw materials. When we began this effort, we had no idea how much power it would consume. Isabel and I were exhausted every day. We could have made twenty carpets a day and not been as exhausted.
Justin and Selena smile at us, and Justin says, “I think you two deserve a break, the enchantment on the keep is going to be very difficult and may take an entire day to accomplish. After all is many times larger than this house. You need a few days’ rest.” Selena nods her head yes.
I have to agree with them, besides that the cupboards are getting very low. It would be a good time to go restock. We gather everyone, for the trip back to New Cowan. Shrink the house and loaded aboard the carpet. Isabel and I miss our son, and we noticed Michael spends a lot of time with his daughters. They miss Juliet, the girl’s mother, who we will bring on our return trip.
Isabel giggles in her mind, mentally she points out how Justin and Selena are holding hands. (Perhaps we are contagious.)
Communicating back with Isabel I think, (I hope so Justin deserves happiness.)
Justin chuckles aloud and says, “Julius and Isabel are matchmaking. I guess he forgot I could still hear his thoughts.” Selena giggles and pulls Justin into a kiss, when the two began to glow.
Ben laughs, “They are definitely contagious.” All our companions laugh along. We spend two weeks in New Cowan. It took Justin the first week there to get up the nerve to ask Selena to marry him. Because we were not in a great hurry, we spent a week preparing for their wedding. Isabel and I enchanted the wedding ring, much as we had for Ben and Ruth. Isabel provided the diamond, and I cut it for the maximum fire. It was a large raw diamond, and I created earrings, and a pendant necklace to match her ring from the same stone.
Dad actually stood with Justin on his wedding day. Selena was beautiful in her gown, and their wedding vows showed a slight difference in how the two felt about each other. Them being both more mature, their love was not the animalistic lust share when young.
It is wonderful to see the castle with so many lights coming from the windows. As couples, find love, joy, and the blessing of the goddess. Several windows around the city shine brightly most of the night as my companions have said it is contagious. If this were an illness we would worry an attempt to find a cure, instead we would rather spread it. It seems to be a cure for so many sorrows.
We took an extra week, and made a horse barn, and another house. They gave us a little more practice, and both seem to make it easier, the second house was easier than our first. Moreover, the barn was far easier than the houses. We feel the house with furniture, and I presented it to Michael and Juliet. In the house is a large master bedroom, with deep bathing pool, a room for each of his girls, study and workroom. There even is a third bedroom, kitchen and dining area. That way the girls would not have to be in the same house hearing three different couples.
Juliet was rather surprised, but even more so when we showed her how Michael and her could shrink the home, and bring it along with us to Fox.
Justin and Selena had created their own home in the time we stayed. They would bring it along with us back to Fox.
We tested the barn with a couple grasshoppers, before filling it with feed for the horses, tackle and saddles. We placed one of the older horses in the barn and tested it. After it shrink correctly, and retook its original size. The horse was unharmed by the process. We added another four older horses.
After getting enough food to restock our pantries and cupboards, we loaded the three houses and the barn on the carpet and left New Cowan early one morning just before dawn. When we did return to Fox, the keep was just as we had left it.
Jeremiah had suggested that we try first with horses, and we use several older horses that may not have a long life left. For their service, we would allow them to live their remaining days on Fox. The meadows and pastors here would provide them with enough food, the trees would provide them was shelter when needed.
In the meantime, Isabel and I would rest for a while gathering our strength and enjoying the time together. We had returned with Juliet and Little Patrick on this trip. Both Isabel and I missed our son and it would be nice to get away with him as well. To play with him as a normal child and to do so without guards present.
Little Patrick had been cooped up on the carpet, from this morning and it was now late in the afternoon. Our son did like watching the ground go by as we flew over the land. However, once we flew over the water he quickly tired of the unchanging scenery.
He curled up into Isabel’s lap and had slept for a long time. Perhaps that is why he had so much energy on our arrival. He loved watching the house expand from what looked to him like a toy.
For the first time in his life, he is allowed to do something most children take for granted. We took him for a walk in the open meadow. It did not take him very long to want to get down and we allowed him to run free. I had to chase him once he got too far away. We finally ended up by the stream tossing stones into the water to make splashes.
We came back for dinner and little Patrick climbed into my lap. He ate from my plate. By the end of dinner with the afternoons exertions, satisfied with his full belly little Patrick leaned his head against me and fell asleep.
Isabel and I had a small bed for him in our room. In the middle of the night, he crawls in to bed with us. Smiling he gives his Mommy a kiss, before going back to sleep. We hold our son in the glow that Isabel and I share. We will rest now for a few days. On the day of the full moon will begin the enchantment.

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