Locum Tenens 07

~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~

With the orphans safely secured, Loki's ready to look for trouble in new places. All chapters in this tale are complete and have been submitted. Hopefully, the kind, gracious, smartly-attired, and gorgeous admins will release a new episode every day or so.

~~~ Kira's Quarters ~~~

After breakfast, Kira started working on getting the girls set up with tutors. The adults helped her get study-spaces figured out and work out the rest of the logistics. Meanwhile, I returned to the orphanage, checked to make sure things were still as we'd left them, and then loaded up Dora's vegetable growing boxes.

When I returned, the tutors were getting started on the lessons - which freed Kira and Dora up so that we could get the boxes moved to where they should be. Monika gave us kisses and headed for home. Nella headed off to the kitchens to help Mila and the rest of the cooks.

The gardeners weren't overly ecstatic about having to free up some space for Dora's planter boxes. If Kira hadn't set her fists to her hips and basically ordered it, I think they would have told us to fuck off. In the end, we placed the boxes in some space that was only occasionally used for repotting things - and they finally admitted that they didn't have a good reason to object.

Any objection the group of workers had up to that point, however, evaporated as Dora began moving through her boxes and applying her magic. Hungry looks suffused their faces and they were soon begging her to help tend to their plots as well.

Satisfied that our little house-mother could now fend for herself, the princess and I took our leave. I don't think any of them even noticed as we portaled back to the rooms.

Kira grabbed my hand and practically dragged me off to our bedroom. I protested that we had other things to do but she was most insistent. She locked the door and kissed me hungrily as she stripped the both of us. She pulled me to the big bed and got me on top (and inside) of her.

She grabbed my ass and pulled me in and out as - between kisses - she informed me that she enjoyed sharing me but really needed to have me all to herself now and then. By then, I was aching to fill her and I assured her that I loved having her all to myself as well.

A few orgasms later, we quickly bathed and I asked her about talking to architects, engineers, or someone to see about getting hot showers installed. Once we were dressed, she led me to a few workshops and introduced me to the people who would make things happen.

Our group returned to the royal quarters and I started showing them the test-pieces that I had and began going over what my ideas were - listening to see how we could most easily implement what I had in mind.

While I was thus occupied, Kira went to see how the tutors (and the students) were doing. She returned a few minutes later, squeezed my butt, and gave me a smile. It seemed that things were going well.

The workers and craftsman took the items I had and made arrangements with the princess on getting access to the quarters so that they could complete their work. They hoped to have a working model ready within a few days. In the meantime, they asked me to go back to the potter and the smith to get more pieces made. They also suggested that I have the stonemason report in with the palace's architects. They would find some work for him to do as well.

Kira and I came out to find that Dora had returned. We left the girls in her care and ducked off to the kitchens to grab a quick bite. We told Nella (as we had Dora) that we were heading out to take care of some errands and would be missing lunch.

Nala asked where Alia was and we told her that she was getting lessons. She asked her mother if she could join. Kira said that she didn't see why not. I gave Nella a kiss (and a butt-squeeze) and Kira told me to give Mila equal treatment. When I pulled the cook into a hug, she pressed her lips to my ear and whispered that she could hardly wait to join Kira and me for sex. She covertly squeezed my dick as I kissed her. I began to wonder if overly-active libidos ran in their family.

Nala went with us back to the rooms and joined the last of the lessons. Meanwhile, Kira and I portaled back to the orphanage.

We visited the potter, the smith, and the mason. The mason headed off for the palace immediately - angering his wife - who was just finishing her work on their lunch. Kira laughed at the poor woman and hugged her. The mason's wife insisted that it was our fault that she was eating alone and demanded that we join her. I was glad that she did. She had baked some kind of shepherd's pie. I loved Dora's stews - but this woman was an amazing cook. Both Kira and I praised her endlessly - and ended up waddling away after finally refusing third helpings. The first had been more than enough and the second was twice the quantity of the first. I was completely miserable.

Kira and I walked and walked - trying to work off our indulgence. As we walked, she mentioned that we'd probably need to check the alleys after dusk in order to find most of the vultures that hid in those shadows.

We visited the next well and stood watching the old women and teenagers waiting their turn for the bucket. I told her that - in my old world - we had windmills that powered pumps that pulled the water up. She pulled pen and paper from her storage and I sketched out what I thought would work. She stored it away, saying that she would bring it up with her father.

I saw a face that looked familiar and noticed that the young woman recognized me as well. The teenager who'd been called out for flirting with me came over to chat.

"I'll be of age in two weeks," she said, quickly getting to the point.

Kira laughed and the girl scowled at her.

"I like you," Kira said, looking the girl up and down. "Tell me why I should share my husband with you."

"Husband?" the girl asked, looking from Kira to me.

"A fairly recent development," I told her.

"I know my letters," the girl told my fiancée.

"So do most of the girls your age in the palace," Kira shot back.

"Most girls my age don't live in the palace," the girl retorted.

"Can you fight?"

"Uh... Do you mean with weapons?"

"Yes."

"Before my mother died, Father used to take me hunting. He taught me to use the bow."

Her face fell.

"That was some time ago," she admitted.

"Two weeks?" Kira asked her.

She nodded, her eyes downcast, her confidence ebbing.

"I'm of a mind to take you with us," Kira told her.

The girl's face shot up, hope rekindling.

"During the day, you will be trained to use the bow and will be tested for magic. You will be tutored as I deem appropriate. You will be trained to attend me as a servant. If - after two weeks - I am happy with your progress, you will travel with my husband and I and help us with our work."

"What work, mistress?" the girl asked.

"Does it matter?" Kira asked.

"I was merely curious, my lady," the girl asked, turning her eyes to the ground again.

"What do you know of my husband?" Kira asked her.

"He... He healed Malta's foot. I have... I have heard rumors that he helped the orphans - and that he destroyed those who used to come around to collect coins with whispered threats for those who refused."

"You would tie yourself to one such as he?" Kira asked her. "He frequently gets into deadly fights."

The girl looked up at me and then looked at my future bride.

"He looks well enough," she replied.

Kira laughed and said, "He is capable... and comely, is he not?"

"He is, my lady," the girl whispered, blushing and looking down at her feet.

"Your mother is gone? Let's go talk to your father."

"He... I have not warned him that I was planning to leave," the girl said, looking a little afraid.

"I can be most convincing," Kira told her.

The girl nodded and said, "Yes, my lady. I am beginning to see that."

Kira laughed again.

"Grab her water-jug, husband," Kira told me. "Follow us."

"I... I have not had my turn at the buckets," the girl told Kira.

"Loki has learned to call water," Kira told her. "He can fill it up while I deal with your father."

"Yes, my lady," the girl said, offering a curtsy.

"Lead on, then, my new assistant," Kira ordered.

"This way, mistress," the girl said, heading off.

I grabbed the water-jug, laid it over my shoulder, and followed my future wife.

Several blocks later, we stopped in front of a modest home.

"I'll go and get him," the girl said.

"That's alright," Kira told her. "I'll just knock."

"He..."

"He can answer the damned door himself or I'll have Loki knock it down," Kira told her.

"Y... Yes, mistress."

Kira pounded on the door like she'd been taking lessons from the palace guards. She probably had.

It was more than a couple minutes before the door opened a crack and the haggard man peered out.

Kira had moved the girl to the side. The man could only see Kira and me. He looked at her and then addressed me.

"Help you?" he asked.

"Yes, you can," Kira said. "I'm here to offer you two weeks' pay."

"For what?"

"For your daughter," Kira told him. "She will serve as my assistant and I'll pay you the coins in advance."

"Not interested," he said.

"She tells me that she'll be of age in two weeks," Kira told him.

"Where is she?" he asked. "What have you done with her?"

"She's standing just to the side, waiting for me to finish talking to you so that she can gather her things."

"You can't have her," he said.

"As I told you a moment ago, she has informed me that she will be of age in two weeks' time. Are you telling me that you intend to hold her hostage here?"

"Who'll fix my dinner? Who'll fetch the water?" he asked.

"It is neither my fault nor hers that you can't be bothered to find a new wife to look after you," Kira told him.

"Now you listen...," he said, his voice getting louder.

"Loki, go and get the guards," Kira told me, without taking her eyes off of him.

"What...?" he asked.

"Our negotiations are at an impasse," Kira told him. "We can continue once the mediators have arrived."

I set the water-jug down and turned to head towards the well.

I heard the door opening and turned around, my hand going to the dagger on my right. The man glanced at me and then looked to find his daughter and then focused on Kira.

"You're not giving me much of a choice," he complained.

"I'll pay you for four weeks," Kira said. "Loki will fill your water-jug while the girl collects her things. He will carry the water inside for you. Once the girl has her things and is by my side, I will give you the coins. You will kiss her goodbye, tell her that you love her, and then you will - most likely - never see her again."

The man gave a huff. Kira ignored him.

"Six weeks," he said. "It'll take me that long to find a new wife."

Kira frowned but finally said, "I hate to give in - but I think your bid might be too low - so I'll take it."

She turned to the girl.

"Gather whatever belongs to you," my fiancée told her.

"Little enough...," the girl murmured as she headed for the door.

The man raised his hand. I pulled my blade.

"She doesn't belong to you anymore," I said.

"Surprised you're allowed to speak without permission," he spat.

"Speak to my husband like that again and I'll gut you myself and leave your corpse rotting where you stand," Kira told him, running her thumb over the narrow blade of the throwing knife that had suddenly appeared in her hand.

The man swallowed a lump from his throat.

"Apologies, lady, sir," he said, glancing at me before looking back to Kira.

"Fill his water-jug, Loki," Kira told me, still fingering her blade.

I sheathed my dagger, set my hand over the mouth of the jar, and called water from the air.

The man glanced at me for a moment but then focused back on Kira.

The girl was back out quickly and we all stood and waited while water filled the jug.

"Sorry," I said. "I guess I need to practice more."

"How many magics have you learned now, dear husband?" Kira asked me. "You can't be expected to master them all when I can barely keep from dragging you back to bed. Now there's a bit of magic that you've definitely mastered..."

Even though Kira was taunting the father, the daughter's face was the one that had turned crimson.

I finally finished my task. I carried the jug inside and found the spot where it normally sat. I set it in its place and went back outside.

Coins suddenly appeared in Kira's fingers and the man blanched. Apparently, storage-items were even more rare than I had realized. This ogre had verbally sparred with all of us but paled when he suddenly understood that my wife was even more powerful than he suspected.

He didn't move. Kira stepped forward, took his hand, turned it so that the palm was facing up, placed the coins into his hand, and closed the fingers down on the money. She stepped back.

She turned to the girl.

"Come, child," she said. "You belong to me now."

"Yes, mistress," the girl told Kira.

She skirted around her father and came to stand beside me.

Kira stepped up to join us.

"Walk between us, my dear, and nothing in this world shall harm you..."

"Yes, mistress."

We walked to the end of the street and Kira paused. She looked at what the girl was holding.

"Just clothes?" Kira asked her.

"Yes, my lady," the girl answered.

"Any that you are particularly fond of?"

"No."

"Place them on the ground," Kira told her. "Remove anything you want to keep. I'm going to have Loki burn them."

The girl's head spun in my direction.

"How many magics have you learned?" she asked.

"A few...," I said, unable to keep from grinning. "I picked this one up from the mages who tend the waste pits."

She nodded her head, stepped forward, placed the pile of clothing on the ground, and stepped back.

"Let's... uh... scoot back a little farther," I suggested. "I'm fairly good at this but there's little reason to waste time - so it'll go up pretty quickly..."

They stepped back one step - and then realized that I was still behind them by two paces. They took two more steps back. I pushed heat into the pile - focusing on the cross-shape that I favored - rather than the single point that the fire-mage had used.

The girls raised their hands to shield their faces as they felt the waves of heat coming off of the garments. There was only a moment of smoke before the pile burst into flames that rose three feet in the air. A few passersby gaped at us but then quickly went back to their business.

A couple minutes later, the only thing that remained of the girl's clothes was the blackened spot in the middle of the narrow street.

"What is your name, child?" Kira asked her.

"Rilla, my lady," she said.

"First things first," Kira said. "When we are outside of the palace, you will address me as Willa."

"The... the palace?"

Kira grinned and nodded.

"Willa and Rilla," I said, laughing.

"Hush, husband," Kira said, winking at the girl. "I didn't give you permission to speak."

I laughed and pinched her on the ass. I immediately had to evade her counter-attack. Rilla stood there, grinning, watching us darting around her, trying to get our fingers on the other person's backside.

I winked at Kira and we both pinched the girl's butt at the same time. She squeaked and jumped about three feet into the air.

She was dual-parts pissed and embarrassed. Kira and I wrapped her in a hug and kissed her cheeks.

"You'll get used to us eventually," Kira told her.

The girl's face had immediately sobered.

"I haven't been hugged since..."

Her chin trembled and her eyes misted over.

I let go of her to allow Kira to console her.

"I lost my mother when I was about your age," Kira told her.

They cried for a bit. I gave them their space. After several minutes, Kira kissed the girl's cheek, gave her another squeeze, and then told her to dry up her face.

"Let's go shopping...," she said.

"Do women in this world shop to forget as well?" I asked.

"I have no clue what you're talking about," Kira said, sticking her nose in the air. "I shop because I need to."

I laughed and said, "I'm sure women on Earth say the same thing."

Rilla laughed as Kira came after my tush again. I squeaked and darted ahead.

When I had safely made good my escape, I stopped and waited for them to catch up.

Kira caught Rilla's hand and the pair walked towards me swinging their arms and smiling brightly. I decided that - whether we needed her or not - I was happy that Rilla had joined us. Her home situation had not been that bad but I was more and more glad that she was with us now.

Kira directed our footsteps. Rilla eventually held her hand out to me and I took it and the three of us frustrated more than a few people as we took up more than our share of the road.

We finally came to where Kira seemed to be guiding us and my mouth fell open. It was the building that I had first appeared in front of when I arrived in this world. Kira didn't notice my reaction. She was already headed inside.

Kira opened the door and stepped into the shop, pulling Rilla behind her. I brought up the rear.

"My lady...," Valeri said, addressing Kira.

She glanced at Rilla and then her eyes found me.

"You...," she said.

"Aw, shit, husband...," Kira moaned. "What have you done now?"

"This is Monika's friend," I told Kira. "When I first arrived here, she gave me some water and a bit of food."

I stepped into my storeroom, found a silver coin, returned to the real world, and laid it on the counter.

"No," Valeri said.

"Take it," I insisted."

"I refuse," she protested.

"I found it on the street in front of your shop," I said, grinning broadly. "Obviously, it's yours."

"Just take it," Kira said. "If you want, you can deduct it from what I'm about to spend."

At this, Valeri slid the coin from the counter and tucked it into her pocket. The scowling man that I remembered from my last visit appeared. He looked over our group. His eyes settled on me.

"Out with it," Kira demanded.

He looked at her like she'd appeared from thin air, shrugged, and left the room. Valeri tittered.

Kira reached for her hand, pulled her close and whispered into her ear. The shopkeeper's eyes were on me as my future wife spoke into her ear. The woman blushed like crazy and tried to pull away but Kira didn't release her until she'd finished whatever she was saying.

Valeri cleared her throat, straightened her blouse, and looked at Kira.

"How can I help you?" she asked, her voice professional.

Kira brought out the body-suit and draped it over the counter.

"You'll remember this, of course," Kira said.

"Yes, my lady," Valeri answered.

"I need one that fits Rilla here," Kira told her. "Plus an outfit similar to the one that I'm wearing now."

"Chest wraps and waist wraps?" Valeri asked.

"Two of each," Kira said. "Silk."

"My lady...," Rilla whispered.

"I told you to knock that shit off outside of the palace," Kira told her firmly.

"Yes, my... Yes, Willa," she said.

"How soon can you have them?" Kira asked Valeri.

"Tomorrow afternoon?"

"Good," Kira said. She looked Rilla over. "Make her a gown as well for the... shit."

Kira looked at me. I wasn't sure what was running through her mind. She had mentioned a dress for...

"The others?" I asked.

She nodded.

"How do we get her to the palace and back again... with all of the measurements... and fittings..."

"How soon did you plan to do this?" I asked the princess.

"I was waiting until we were settled but with Rilla joining us, I'd thought two weeks from now."

Rilla squeaked and covered her mouth with her hands.

Kira giggled and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Are you planning for Rilla to be some kind of wedding gift?" I asked her.

She didn't answer - other than giving me a sly smile.

"Give me pen and paper, woman," I told her.

"Feisty! What for?"

"A wedding secret," I said. "Take Rilla and go outside while I scheme with the seamstress."

Kira placed the pen and paper (several pieces) on the counter. She then groped my crotch as she kissed the side of my mouth.

"I'll be... waiting... impatiently... husband...," she whispered loudly enough for the other two to hear her clearly.

I swallowed down a lump from my throat.

As soon as they were outside, I grabbed a piece of paper and sketched out a female form wearing a bikini. I drew it on the body and then drew the pieces separately so that I could explain what I wanted.

"I want two sets of these - for each woman that Kira has you make dresses for," I told her. "The first set should be made of linen - something soft that won't chafe."

Valeri nodded. I looked up to see her husband glowering at us from the doorway. I decided that it was time to nip this in the bud.

"Do you hover over your wife with all of her customers or just me?" I asked him.

"I've seen no coin," he said.

"And you won't," I told him. "I'll simply walk away and take my business elsewhere."

"Leave and don't come back!" Valeri told him. "His wife is important and has trusted me with her secrets. If you do anything to threaten my relationship with them, I swear I will pack my things and move out. Go visit your mother and don't come back until tomorrow."

He started to open his mouth to say something and then - after studying her face a moment longer - changed his mind. A moment later, he had a pack over his shoulder and left without a word.

Kira stuck her head in the door.

"Not quite yet," I told her.

"Husband...," she complained.

"We were interrupted," I replied.

"Hurry and finish taking care of her so you can tend to me... husband," she purred.

I looked back at Valeri to see her blushing and shaking her head.

The door closed again.

"So," I repeated. "The first set should be made with a fabric that doesn't chafe. I would assume that you can understand why..."

She nodded.

"For the second set for each woman, I would like them to be made of cloth that is very thin or - even more preferably - translucent..."

Valeri was blushing again. She swallowed hard and nodded - avoiding my eyes.

"Please don't tell any of them," I said. "I want it to be a surprise. Wrap them in paper with the name of each on top so that I can give them as gifts. I will give you twice whatever you say they're worth.

She cleared her throat and pointed to the bikini top.

"Should these... uh... fully support..."

"I'll leave that to you," I told her. "On my world, women wore them in several sizes. On the more daring ones, the fabric barely covered the areolas and the nipples. Likewise, on the bottoms... you can make the front and the back lower and lower until it barely covers..."

"What about... hair...?"

"Shaved completely or trimmed so as to hide within however much - or little - the cloth covers..."

"Oh my!" Valeri gasped.

"For the first set," I told her, "I would think that the fabric should cover everything and fully support the breasts. In my old world, we often use these outfits when going swimming..."

"In... a lake?" she asked.

"Yes. We also had big... uh... stone pools where we would gather to escape the heat."

"The women wore these... in the company of... strangers?!"

"Yeah, I had a hard-on most of the time..."

She blushed again. Her nipples were threatening to shove their way through the fabric of her blouse. They were thick and I had to stop focusing on them.

"For the lacy version... those are obviously for bedtime and probably won't be worn for all that long."

She flushed crimson again.

"If you manage to get material that's see-thru, the coverings can be as large as the others - because it's all for show anyway. If you can't get translucent fabric, then let's shrink those coverings down until they're almost indecent..."

"I... understand," she said.

"You could use my design to make a set to show off for your husband," I suggested.

"I... uh... he makes me blow out the lantern..."

"He's an idiot," I told her, not quite ogling her.

"Thh... Thank you, master Loki...," she said quietly.

"I'm sorry I fluster you so badly," I told her. "Kira seems to trust your work and I know only that you are kind and gentle... I'm glad that we can give you some coin and I'm really looking forward to seeing your handiwork on my ladies."

The door opened again and Kira peered inside. Valeri scooped up the paper and hurried to the backroom with it.

"Can we come in now?" she said almost testily.

"I suppose," I said, "but neither of us got to orgasm yet."

"Wouldn't know it from the look on her husband's face," Kira said, laughing as the seamstress returned.

We spent another half-hour or so in Valeri's shop. She took Rilla to the back room to get her measurements. Meanwhile, Kira held my tented pants in her hand and rubbed her crotch against me while our lips danced the Tango.

By the time the pair returned, I was hornier than a polecat. I wondered if I could change my home location without fucking up my return-to spot. I decided to test it while Kira was talking with Rilla and Valeri.

I switched my home location to Valeri's shop and then bounced to our quarters in the palace. I popped back into the shop with a huge smile on my face.

"Why are you grinning, husband?" Kira asked.

"I switched my home location," I told her. "I can shuttle Valeri back and forth to do measurements and fittings or whatever."

Kira looked at the seamstress.

"Do you have some time available?" she asked her.

"My husband was being an idiot," Valeri told her. "I sent him to his mother's. He won't be back until tomorrow."

Kira bounced her eyebrows up and down and gave the woman a sly grin.

"Please, my lady," Valeri begged. "You are being unkind to me."

I wondered what the woman's reaction would be when she found out that one of the women that she was going to be fitting was her friend, Monika.

"I'm an insatiable flirt," Kira told her. "I do this to everyone - not just you - especially when I'm around this man. I will try to control myself. Grab whatever things you need. You can eat dinner with us."

When Valeri was ready, we joined hands, I brought the stone to my fingers, and looked at Rilla.

"Do not scream," I told her.

"Why would I...?" she began.

I portaled us to our quarters in the palace.

~~~ Kira's Quarters ~~~

As soon as we appeared, I studied the reactions of the two women.

"Are we in the...?" Valeri asked.

"These rooms used to belong to my father but - since it's just him now - we traded," Kira said.

"Your father is...?" Rilla asked.

"The king," I said, grinning.

The orphans suddenly came streaming into the room - followed by the adults.

"She's the girl from the well to the south," Hanna said.

"The orphans...," Rilla whispered, looking at her and Alia.

Kira clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.

"Girls, this is Rilla. She will join your lessons tomorrow in the morning and take other classes in the afternoon."

Those closest to Rilla greeted her with quick hugs.

"And this beautiful lady is a friend of Monika's and a wonderful seamstress," she continued.

"They know Monika?" Valeri asked me quietly.

I gave her a wink.

"She will be taking your measurements so that you can have a pretty dress to wear for the ceremony when Master Loki and I get married," Kira told them.

"Married?!" someone gasped.

The room devolved into mass chaos.

I leaned my head close to Kira's and whispered in her ear. She scowled at me for a long moment and then warned me that she would exact her revenge later. She motioned for Dora and Nella to follow me. I headed straight for the bedroom. As soon as they were inside, I locked the door. The both of them started laughing.

"It's not funny," I said. "She has been teasing me all day, incessantly running her fingers over the front of my pants, and I'm about to explode."

"You can explode in me," Nella said, grinning wickedly.

"Not before I've had mine...," Dora said, swatting her on the ass.

"Please...," I said, holding my aching cock in my hand. "I can't take much more."

Nella quickly crawled onto the bed and flopped onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Dora giggled and climbed on top of her. I looked at the two prettiest pink pussies that I thought I had ever seen, climbed onto the bed behind them, grabbed Dora's ass, and slid my cock inside... er... between.

They giggled at me as I groaned - disappointed that I had managed to miss both holes and - instead - end up in the middle. They ground their clitorises against me and that was the end for me. Their stiff little nubs provided just enough stimulation that I exploded - spewing my slick, steamy cream between the pair of mons, clitorises, and vulvas.

The two women kissed and moaned as my penis continued to expel more and more of my jism onto their bodies.

When I finally stopped cumming, I pulled my dick out, stepped to the side, and tumbled onto my back onto the mattress. I closed my eyes and let the afterglow ease me into a nap. Beside me, I could feel the two of them wiggling around. Just before I faded, I heard both of them sucking and licking (and giggling) at the same time.

I woke up to find both of them licking and sucking me clean. As soon as I was freshened up, they climbed off of the bed and started getting dressed.

"Don't you want to...?" I asked.

They giggled.

"You already missed it," they chorused. "Kira said to tell you to hurry and get ready for dinner."

I groaned, sat up, and allowed the two of them to pull me to my feet. They got me dressed fairly quickly and we stepped into the hall - which didn't smell of sweaty sex like our room did.

Valeri was finishing up with her measurements on Zima. The teenaged girl looked up at me and blushed.

"Just a potato sack for that one, Valeri," I said.

Zima had just long enough to give me a hurt look before I scooped her into my arms and hugged her to my chest.

"You've got to quit crushing on me," I told her as she squirmed and cursed. "I love you dearly, little sister."

"What if I don't want to be your sister?" she asked.

"Then...," I said, my mind stumbling for a safe answer. "Then I'll just have to adopt you."

"What?!" Alia gasped indignantly.

"That's enough out of you," I said, not unkindly. "You already act like I'm your dad."

The little blonde crossed her arms over her chest and threw her bottom lip out in a pout.

I looked back at the girl in my arms. She was staring at me.

"Do you mean it?" she asked.

"If that's what you want," I said. "I have enough wives and mistresses. I'll have even more by the time you're of age. How about you be the big sister to whatever little brats I spawn?"

"I want to go with you," she demanded. "When you and Princess Kira go on your adventures."

I glanced around to find my future wife - to try to figure out how much trouble I was getting myself into.

She was giving me "the look". Everyone stood frozen as she came over to my side.

Kira looked back and forth between the two of us. I couldn't read her thoughts on her face. I was equal parts hopeful and scared for my life.

The princess pulled our heads closer - so that our ears were beside her mouth. I stared into Zima's eyes as she stared into mine.

"I cannot adopt you, or I would," Kira said.

Zima nodded her head just enough for us to feel it.

"Rilla will take her lessons in the morning, study weapons and magic in the afternoon, and travel with us in the evenings. Is that what you want, Beautiful?"

The girl in my arms nodded again.

"It will be hard. Rilla is four years older than you. You will have to keep up with her or I will send you back to lessons with the little ones."

Zima nodded again.

"I know you will make us proud, sweet girl. You're going to make things harder because we'll have to watch over you but I'm already so attracted to your selfless devotion to your mothers and your sisters that my heart tells me to give you this chance"

"I won't let you down," Zima whispered.

"Your father and I - and soon Rilla - we will need time to ourselves at night."

"I understand."

"When we're on missions, you will stand watch - just like the rest of us."

"I'll do whatever I have to - just let me come with you. I promise to make you proud."

Kira kissed her on the cheek.

"I already am," the princess told her.

"We both are," I said, softly bumping my forehead against hers.

Kira turned to the group and told everyone to start getting ready to head to dinner.

I gave Zima a kiss on the forehead and set her back on her feet. She took hold of my hand and wouldn't let go.

"Did you get the measurements that you needed before I interrupted?" I asked Valeri.

"I did, master Loki," she said. Looking at Zima, she told the girl, "I'm so happy for you, sweetheart."

"Thank you," Zima replied, smiling broadly.

Without attracting attention to us, Zima managed to pull me to a vacant corner of the massive sitting room. She shoved me into a chair and sat crossways on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to my ear. Kira spotted us and quirked an eyebrow at me. I shrugged. Zima began to whisper her request.

"You... I'm so happy," she said. "I cannot tell you how happy I am. You should have picked Hanna instead of me. She is more kind, helpful, and considerate than me - or any of the others in our house. The rest of us have given up on having a family but she still holds hope in her heart. As much as I appreciate what you are offering me. I know that Hanna's heart will be broken by this."

I glanced past Zima's head to see that the 10-year-old was sitting by herself, staring at the floor. She wasn't shooting angry looks at Zima or me. She was just disappointed. You could see it plainly on her face.

"Follow your heart, husband," Kira whispered.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I looked around. She was invisible. Zima covertly looked around and realized what I already knew.

"You have GOT to teach me how to do that!" she whispered urgently.

"We'll see, daughter...," Kira whispered back.

I could tell by the look on her face that Kira had kissed her.

"Send Hanna over here," I told my future wife.

As I felt her move away, I moved Zima to her own seat and pulled a third one over so that we were sitting - facing one another.

"Kira said that you wanted to talk to me...," Hanna stated when she arrived.

I patted the empty seat. She sat down and looked at me for only a moment before turning her eyes to the floor.

"Knock that off this instant," I whispered - my tone demanding obedience.

Her eyes widened and she looked up at me.

"What do you want - more than anything in the world?" I asked her.

"A family," she said, without hesitation.

"What would you do to get one?" I asked.

"Anything."

"You already have a family...," I told her, nodding towards the others, who were headed out of the door.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"I love Dora," she sobbed, "but I want a father - and a mother of my own. I want to be held. I want someone to hold me when I have bad dreams. I want to be... special."

"You already are...," I told her, meaning it.

She looked up at me - with tears still running down her cheeks - unhappy that I didn't understand.

"You want to be wanted...," I stated.

"Yes!" she gasped.

"You know that I asked Zima if I could adopt her...," I told her.

"Yes," she said, her face falling.

"Zima told me to pick you instead."

"No!" the girl shrieked, grabbing Zima's hands in hers. "She loves you."

"You don't?"

"I... I..."

"You just want a dad..."

"Not just any..."

"Am I not good enough for you?"

"What?! No!"

"So, you'll do it?" I asked her.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"I'll have you know that I can be a right bastard. Probably beat your ass when you do shit you're not supposed to. Maybe even send you to your room and take away your television privileges..."

"What's a television?"

"Kira will probably tell you the same things she told Zima - that she can't officially adopt you because she's the princess - and that you'll have to work your ass off or she'll toss you in the dungeons..."

"She didn't say that...," Zima told the girl. "So?"

"So what?" Hanna asked her.

"He just asked you to be his daughter, silly girl," Zima told her.

Hanna looked at me.

"Did you?" she asked, her eyes not daring to hope.

"I promised to beat your ass when you were bad, didn't I? Isn't that what a dad's supposed to do?"

The 10-year-old shrieked and leapt into my arms, colliding with me hard enough to knock me back into the cushions.

"So... now the bad news," I said. "You're too young to go running all over the kingdom with us."

"Zima's going?"

"Zima has promised to be trained with weapons and magic and..."

"I'll do it!"

"Hanna, I love you dearly but..."

"You do?!" she gasped.

"Honey, I've loved you since the moment I saw you dragging that massive water jar to the well and then going to help Alia with hers."

"Are you really going to adopt me?" she asked.

"Cross my heart and hope to die..."

"What?!" she gasped, her face full of fear.

"It means that I promise..."

"Okay...," she said, her eyes telling me that she didn't understand.

"You have to remember that I only came to this world like two weeks ago."

"When I first saw you...?"

"I'd only been here like a day or two," I said, nodding. "Look, we should probably get to dinner. I'm sure the others are almost done eating. We'll talk to Kira about your studies but you're probably going to be stuck here until you're at least as old as Zima is now."

"And then I can go with you?"

"Assuming you learn to fight so that I don't have to worry about you, I don't see why not..."

Her arms went around my neck again and she gave me a peck on the lips. She hugged her head against my chest and squeezed the life out of me. I rolled to my feet and stood with her in my arms.

"Come on, big sister," I told Zima. "We need to get moving..."

"Yes... Father," she said, snickering.

"Yes... Father," Hanna parroted into my chest.

I poked my fingers into her ribs and tickled her as we slipped from the room and headed down the hall.

I walked into the dining room holding Hanna's narrow butt in the crook of my left arm while holding Zima's hand in my right.

Kira came over, kissed Hanna's cheek and gave her a squeeze.

"We need to talk," Kira told her.

"Yes, not-mother," Hanna said with a smirk.

She squeaked when Kira pinched her butt.

"Eat," Kira ordered.

I kissed Zima's cheek and released her hand, kissed Hanna's cheek, and set her on her feet.

I wrapped my arms around Kira's hips and picked her up in the air.

"What are you doing?" she asked, giggling softly.

"Showing all of my girls how much I care about them," I told her.

She bent forward and kissed my nose. I loosened my grip until she slid low enough that I could get her lips on mine. She held my face in her hands and kissed me soundly.

"You're incredible," she whispered.

"You're pretty fucking incredible yourself, princess," I whispered back.

I found that I wasn't all that hungry. I ate something anyway. Hanna and Zima filled their plates and came to sit by me. Kira stood behind me and ran her fingers through my hair. I hadn't told her how much that turned me on. She was driving me crazy. Rilla came over to sit with us after getting done talking to Dora and Nella.

"You okay?" I asked her.

"Yes, future husband," she replied.

Kira gave a bark of laughter. My two adoptive daughters studied the young woman.

"Did you catch Rilla up yet?" I asked Kira over my shoulder.

"No," she said.

"You realize that you're driving me crazy, don't you?" I asked her.

"You didn't include me earlier," she said. "I think I need to tease you a bit longer."

I decided to ignore her. I looked at Rilla.

"I will be adopting Zima and Hanna," I told her, pointing to each as I named them.

"We're still working out the details on Hanna's lessons but Zima will be following the same plan that you are."

Rilla nodded and said, "A warrior's training."

"Yes," I replied. "I want my girls to be competent fighters. I plan to always be around to defend you - or take your wounds when required - but you need to be able to support the group if we find ourselves surrounded."

"Take our wounds?"

"Oh!" Kira said. "Allow me, husband."

Kira pulled one of her throwing knives out and stabbed herself in the arm. She didn't flinch or make a sound - she just looked from Rilla to me. Rilla jumped to her feet, her eyes wide.

"Woman...," I said impatiently.

"Show her, husband...," she said, grinning broadly.

"I think you've been hanging around with the wrong sorts of people...," I told her, shaking my head.

I grabbed her pinkie - holding the underside of my arm up next to hers - and moved the injury from her arm to mine.

"What in the seven hells?" Rilla said quietly. "I know you healed Malta but what is that?"

"He heals by taking it into his own body," Kira told her. "He can either allow his accelerated healing to take care of the injury - or he can store it away to turn on someone else later. Our dear husband once faced down the Beast of Rivergorge - a monstrous enemy warrior who threatened the prince and the king. He just stood there, laughing, as this giant that had just rampaged through the palace, injuring dozens, came at him. He grinned at the Beast as the warrior tore his arms off and then laughed as he turned all of the damage back on the one who had delivered the brutal attacks. Loki's body reconstructed itself and the monster screamed with pain as his arms came out of their sockets."

"Who told you all of that?" I asked the princess.

"Kiro," she said, "and the captain of daddy's guards."

I nodded and said, "He would know. He was lying on the floor with his face caved in, looking at me through what was left of his eyes. I healed him and sent those injuries at the Beast as well. The big bastard stayed on his feet while I sent the injuries from a couple dozen people back to him."

Rilla's eyes were as big as saucers. I didn't think they could possibly get any bigger. I was wrong. When Kira shoved her knife blade into her throat, I thought the girl's eyes would completely pop out of her head.

"Fuck, Kira!" I said, as I reached for her.

I pulled the fist back (tugging the blade from her throat). The sucking wound started spewing droplets of blood. I touched her and healed it, turning it into a goiter.

Kira coughed and touched her throat.

"How do you do that without screaming?" she asked. "That fucking hurt!"

I didn't bother to tell her that she hadn't screamed.

She touched the new pustule on my collarbone.

"He stores the injuries like this...," she explained.

"All... All of those are stored wounds?" Rilla asked. "I wondered what those were."

"My brother gave him a poisoned blade to play with," Kira told her. "Loki didn't get a chance to practice with it because they portaled to the orphanage and discovered that I had been kidnapped. There were two huge bastards left when Loki had killed all of the rest. He stabbed one with the blade and then healed him and stored the injury. Kiro said that Loki complained that the first healing took a while to manage but that he got better at it each time."

"The blade on your left side?" Rilla asked me.

"Yeah," I said. "Don't touch the blade unless I'm nearby. There's a necrotic one in the storeroom that I haven't beaten yet. I ended up cutting out a big chunk of muscle to get ahead of the necrosis."

"Wasting disease?" she asked.

"Yeah - really bad shit."

Rilla studied the goiter without speaking.

"It's not too late to change your mind," I told her.

"Oh, don't worry," she said. "I'm in for the long haul. Where else will I find a husband and sister-wife as crazy as you two?"

"Don't forget two adorable step-daughters," I said, tousling Hanna and Zima's hair.

"Oh!" Kira gasped. "Finish eating and let's go see Daddy."

"The king?" Rilla asked.

"Well, yeah...," Kira replied.

"I should... change...," Rilla said, looking at what she was wearing.

"He'll get over it," Kira told her. "It's just us. There's nobody to impress. Daddy won't care."

"Are you... certain?" Rilla asked.

"He let us give him hugs the last time we visited," Hanna told her.

"The little ones kissed him on the nose like Kira did...," Zima added.

Zima turned to Kira, a question on her face.

"Yes," Kira said. "That's fine. Just Kira. Even in Father's court. That's why we need to go see him..."

We told Dora we'd meet them back at the rooms and headed off to visit the king.

Kira spoke to the guard - who touched the mirror by the door. When the king's face appeared, his daughter smiled at him and asked if he had a minute to spare.

We entered to find him finishing his dinner.

"You could eat with us...," Kira told him.

"Far too much noise...," he said - before noticing our two younger members.

"Hello girls," he said. "Obviously I wasn't talking about either of you. You both handle yourselves very well."

"That's part of why we're here, Daddy," Kira told him. "Loki is adopting these two. If I write it up really quickly, can you sign it?"

"Of course...," he said.

He glanced at Rilla.

"Who is this pretty young thing?" he asked.

Rilla curtsied to him.

"I'm Rilla, majesty," she said.

He waved his hand at her.

"You needn't do that when it's just us. You look a little old to be adopted..."

"I'll be of age in two weeks, my king," she replied. "Princess Kira has ordered that I study my lessons as well as get more instruction with the bow - in addition to being tested for magic. She said that, provided I don't disappoint her,..."

Rilla blushed. The king looked from her to me, understanding written on his face. I nodded to him.

"Well, then, congratulations," he said. "You seem to know what you want and I don't doubt that you'll accomplish all that you have planned. You'll help make sure my daughter returns safely to me each time she's away from here?"

"I will defend her with my life," Rilla promised. "She is as kind and gracious as she is beautiful."

"There's less manure in the stables than there is in here...," Kira teased.

Her father laughed and said, "I love it!"

He turned to the younger two, accepting a pen from his daughter and signing where she pointed without even reading what she had written on the paper.

"Thanks, daddy!" she squealed. "You've just agreed to send a hundred warriors to find me a unicorn."

"What in the seven hells, Kira?!"

"Just kidding...," she said. "You've only offered to take these two as your wards if anything happens to me and Loki."

"You didn't...," he said.

"I didn't but you would..."

She looked at him, smiling.

"I should turn you over my knee," he told her, grinning.

He looked back at Zima and Hanna.

"I'm sure you both care about master Loki," the king told them. "I don't fear my daughter's words, but I promise that I would look after you if anything happened to them. I'll never have to honor that promise however. I assume you've already heard the stories of how your father stood between a villainous monster and me and my son."

The girls both nodded.

"That beast - and Beast was his name - was. That beast hurt, crippled, and nearly killed many in this palace that have become very dear to me. Your father was the only one standing between me and certain death. He laughed at Death itself as it tore him limb from limb. He healed all but four of my people - those four had been so mutilated that there was no way for him to accomplish it. The guard captain found your father in the dungeons, on his knees, weeping because he couldn't save them. I owe your father my life. He has the most bizarre sense of humor but he has the kindest heart of any that I've met. Listen well and obey him. Try to be as much like him as you can."

"Yes... grandfather," Zima said.

The king grinned from ear to ear.

"Come and give your grandfather a hug - both of you," he told them.

The girls hugged his neck and he held them tightly, kissing their foreheads.

"Alright then," he said, "enough of the mushy stuff. You'll have me bawling."

The girls giggled at him.

He turned to Rilla.

"It was lovely to meet you, my dear," he told her.

"The pleasure was all mine, your highness," she replied.

He shook his head at her but smiled. She grinned back.

"Let's go home," Kira said. "Thank you, Father."

"Come back and visit when you can't stay so long...," he said with a grin.

Kira laughed and headed for the door.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" she gasped.

A sheet of paper appeared in her hand. She took it, went over to stand by the king, and showed him the design for the windmill - describing what each part did - and how the whole thing would work to make it easier for the people of the kingdom to fill their water-jars.

"This is wonderful!" he said. "Thank you - both of you. I'll get my craftsmen working on a prototype so they can work out any issues. This is splendid!"

He kissed his daughter's cheek and nodded to me.

Kira rejoined the rest of us, opened the door, and we paraded out of the king's quarters.

I grabbed Zima and Hanna up like two bags of flour and jogged down the hall with them under my arms as they giggled.

One of the guards reached over and opened the door for us as we approached.

"Since when do we have guards?" I asked Kira.

"You haven't been using the door to get in and out," she noted. "Daddy added them yesterday. The war with our neighbors is taking longer than he expected and tensions are rising. He's worried about assassins."

"Once the girls are tested for magic," I told her, "I want to see if we can teach them a few of your tricks."

"Me too?" Hanna asked.

"Yes, little dove," I said, tousling her hair once again.

"Where is Rilla sleeping?" Zima asked.

"Monika's room - which is really the guest room," Kira answered. "Why?"

Zima turned to Rilla and asked, "Since none of us can sleep in Loki and Kira's room, could Hanna and I join you?"

Rilla looked at me for guidance.

"Your choice," I said.

"I... toss and turn...," Rilla warned her.

"Me too," Zima said - causing Rilla to look a little worried.

Kira laughed and said, "I'm not sure that was the right answer..."

"We can try it...," Rilla said cautiously.

Hanna and Zima squealed with glee and ran off to get their pillows. They raced from their room to the guest bedroom and then came back out to the common room.

Kira handed me the adoption papers. I stored them in my personal vault. She nodded.

The girls all gathered around. Rilla asked what was going on.

"Storytime," Zima told her. "Loki tells us stories and fables from his world."

Rilla sat with Zima and Hanna. They leaned in and hugged her and then sat and waited for me to begin.

That night, I told the orphans the story of Little Red Riding Hood.

When I finished, Rilla helped us pick up the sleeping little ones and cart them off to their beds. Once that was done, I portaled Valeri home with the fabric that Kira had given her for the dresses. She was anxious to get started. She confided to Kira that she was worried about getting them all done in time, but my future bride told her that she was confident in the woman's skills. She gave her a hug and reminded her that we would be stopping the following after noon to get Rilla's new outfits.

When I returned, Kira and I walked Rilla and the two girls to the guest bedroom, gave them all hugs and kisses, and then bade them goodnight.

Dora, Nella, Kira, and I entered the bedroom and then closed and locked the door.

They were all ready for action but I needed to talk to them first. Kira lay behind Nella, leaning over her side so that she could see my face.

"Any concerns with me adopting Zima and Hanna?" I asked. "Zima was kind of a spur-of-the moment thing because I needed her to stop thinking of me as a potential partner."

"I think it was the right choice," Dora said, nodding.

"Zima pulled me aside and told me that Hanna would be upset. She actually told me to adopt Hanna instead of her."

Dora nodded again and said, "Hanna has always, always wanted a family of her own."

"She's a sweetie," Nella said.

"Kira has challenged Zima to work hard - with the understanding that - if she can defend herself well enough in a month or so - that she would travel with us. What problems does that create here?"

Dora turned to Kira.

"Things are much easier with Nella sharing the load now but - if I could convince you to give us a couple assistants - that would let me and Nella take a break now and then."

"We'll make it happen," Kira promised.

"I've depended too heavily on Zima and Hanna," Dora admitted. "At the time, I had to. You remember when we first met?" she asked, looking at me.

"You were on your death bed," I said, nodding. "Zima was running the orphanage and Hanna recruited Alia to help her bring water from the well."

"Those two...," Dora said. "I never would have survived without them. You did the right thing, Loki. A couple of the others might complain but - if any of my girls deserved to leave the orphanage - it would be those two. With Kira's help, we have almost no worries now."

Kira laughed and said, "Thank the kidnappers. It was only the harsh reality of coming back to that place and seeing what they had taken from you that made me decide that we'd be better off here..."

"In the gilded cage...," Nella said.

"Father is less... clingy... now that he has seen Loki do his thing. He DID make me promise never to be away from Loki when I'm outside of the walls..."

"Are we having sex or what?" Dora asked with a gleam in her eye.

"Seriously?!" Kira asked. "You've already..."

"I might not be as horny as you," Dora retorted, "but that doesn't mean that I don't crave the feeling of this man nutting inside of me..."

"As payback for allowing you time with him earlier - while I was busy," Kira said. "I get to ride your tongues while Loki fucks you. Once you've both gotten yours, I get mine. You can snuggle up beside us but I get his cock inside of me for the night."

"Works for me...," Nella said.

Dora went first. I grabbed her knees and slid my cock inside of her. On her knees, Kira straddled the house-mother's face. Her butt was too enticing and I reached up and squeezed it as I fucked my cock in and out of Dora's clasping channel. When I sensed that Kira was close, I ran a fingertip along the crack of her ass. She cried out and came hard. She didn't squirt but Dora was definitely busy - trying to lap up all of the woman's nectar.

When Dora finally tapped out, I slid into Nella just like I had Dora. Kira turned to face me this time and we made out as we both made use of the widow's body. Kira squeezed and groped Nella's melons and rode her face hard to get another orgasm. I gripped Nella's knees and plowed her hard and fast. I got her to cum twice. The second time, I came right along with her.

Kira's wiry body was perfect for folding in half so that I could bury my full length inside of her with every thrust. Dora snuck around behind me and lapped at my balls - sometimes getting Kira's taint - as I pounded my cock into my perfect princess. Nella lay beside her and played with her breasts and nipples as I pressed Kira's ankles to the sides of her head and thrusted into her as hard and fast as I could.

"What's the matter, princess?" Nella teased her as she moaned and writhed beneath me.

"Did you not cum enough on my tongue? Have you been craving your husband's cock while he's been ignoring you and stuffing his throbbing manhood into other women's cunts? You're such a slut for Loki's cock - not that any of the rest of us are any better. I've never felt so full as when his penis is buried to the hilt inside of me. I've never felt so loved as when I hear the tender moans pour from his throat as his balls empty their massive load inside of my vagina - painting my womb in his virile seed. It's only by the will of the All-Father that he hasn't bred every last one of us - swelling our bellies with his sons and daughters. Will you debase yourself, princess, to become this man's breeding stock?"

"Fuck you!" Kira raged.

(Switching POV to Kira - mental interlude.)

Kira's body was wracked with spasming convulsions as she climaxed harder than she ever remembered. She felt her future husband's seed squirting inside of her. She was sorely tempted to ask the All-Father to let that seed find her egg. She wanted to give Loki a child - a strong son - or even a precious daughter. She was selfish, though, carrying a child in her body for that many months would cage her... How could she give her husband that gift without giving up her freedom?

(End of interlude.)

I released Kira's ankles as the last of my jism poured into her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her - first tenderly - and then hungrily. I didn't know what it was about her but I craved this woman as much as she said she craved me. I wanted to give her a child so badly. I refused to ask the All-Father, though. Kira would be locked in the palace for months because of my selfish desire to see her holding our child in her arms.

~~~ End of Chapter 7 ~~~

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