Locum Tenens 09

~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~

Loki and Kiro returned from the monster hunt in the middle of the night. All chapters in this tale are complete and have been submitted. Hopefully, the kind, gracious, smartly-attired, and outrageously attractive admins will release a new episode every day or so.

~~~ Kiro's Quarters ~~~

I woke to a hand on my shoulder. It was softer than Kiro's. Whoever it was, they smelled better than him too. I rolled over and opened my eyes. It was Dora.

"She still pissed?" I asked.

Dora nodded. She glanced up as Kiro came into the room.

"My head is pounding...," he complained.

"Come over here and I'll clear it," I told him.

"It's not an injury..."

"Let me try anyway," I objected.

He leaned over me and I squeezed his face in my fingers.

"Seriously?!" he said, laughing. "Hey! That worked!"

Dora giggled. He grinned at her. She poked me in the ribs.

"Alright! Alright! I'm up. I don't want to go to school today, mother..."

I felt her fingers closing on my butt-cheek and jumped up.

She and Kiro were both laughing.

I chased her around the sofa. She sprinted for the door and raced down the hall. I was hot on her trail.

The guard heard us coming and got the door open for her. I'd need to have a chat with him later...

She ducked into the room and I sprinted inside - and quickly slid to a stop.

The look.

The one your mother gives you when she's discovered that you shaved the cat.

With the razor she uses for her legs.

Which she discovered while trying to use it for just that purpose.

The sneer of Death is a baby's giggle compared to this look.

I was a man in a deep hole, holding a shovel. I could keep my mouth shut - or I could dig myself a little deeper.

"Listen...," I said...

"Shut up."

"I love you?"

"You two dumbasses..."

The tutor behind us, checking the girls lesson-work, cleared her throat.

Kira spun on her.

"He convinced the prince to chop off his head - so that he could transfer the injury to the demon bear! All because Kiro wanted some stupid trophy! I watched my ignorant brother slash his blade through this fool's neck. I watched his head separate from his body as blood fountained from the wound like a geyser. I watched his head roll across the floor of the cave with a stupid grin on his lips as he stared at his own ass."

The tutor looked at me like I was the dumbest son-of-a-bitch in the entire world. Kira turned around, vindicated.

For some reason, though, I was more hurt by the shocked looks of Alia, Lia, Nala, and the rest of the children.

"In hindsight," I began to apologize, "that was probably not..."

"If I didn't love you more than my own life, I would kill you myself," she said quietly.

The feeling of those words - striking me - was similar to the feeling when I touched that necrotic blade to my arm.

I looked down at my feet and kept my mouth shut.

See, I can do smart things sometimes.

"Get your shit and let's go finish this," she said finally.

"I'm ready whenever you are," I told her.

"Let's go visit Mila and get some food," she directed.

"Can I come?" Nala asked.

"Stay here with Alia, Lia, and the others," Kira told her.

The little girl's pout disappeared when her cousin gave her "the look".

At the kitchens, I had to stand in the middle of the room with my head down and endure the shocked reactions from Mila and the rest of the cooks as Kira told the whole story again.

The prince walked in just as she finished. He took one look at the faces arrayed against him, spun on his heels, and hurried away - leaving me alone with the wolves.

Mila didn't give me any food at all. She gave it all to her cousin - while giving me the same look that the tutor had given me upstairs. I sighed. That got me glares. I focused on breathing without making noise - while staring at my shoes.

Five minutes later, they were still clucking like a bunch of hens. I got fed up with it all and portaled back to the cave.

I was halfway out of the thing when I heard Kira hollering for me.

At first, she sounded mad. I kept walking. She switched to just being irritated. I didn't slow down. She tried to justify castigating me. I turned west - towards the enemy camp - and continued on with what I'd already planned to do the night before.

"Loki...," she said, racing after me.

I gave a heavy sigh, stopped, and turned to face her. I was just a little pissed.

"I fucked up," I told her. "I get it, alright? I've got shit to do. If you all want to stand around and yammer on and on about what an idiot I am, then, by all means..."

"I'm sorry."

She didn't justify anything. She just waited to see if I'd forgive her.

"Come on," I said. "Let's go fuck some shit up."

I turned and headed off again. She caught up to me and took my hand. I squeezed her fingers.

We walked probably a half-mile before she spoke again.

"I tried to finger myself after I stormed off last night..."

"This morning..."

"Yeah, whatever... I couldn't get myself off."

"And?"

"I'm horny, you bastard," she complained.

"I promise to bend you over a pile of corpses later and fuck the shit out of you. Happy?"

"Yeah."

We went invisible and continued to hold hands. We missed the first scout completely, but lucked into the second one. I put my hand over his mouth and Kira slit his throat. When we found the next scout, I realized our angle was off. We killed that one and backtracked to get the one that we'd missed. These guys weren't that horrible at their jobs, but I could see through Kira's invisibility - so coordinating our attacks was child's play.

As we finished off the last scout, she gave an excited yip and leapt into my arms.

"I can see you!" she whispered into my ear.

"That's gonna take all of the mystery out of fucking you while we're invisible," I told her.

"Spoilsport..."

We swept into the enemy camp from the southwest - walking through the support units' campsites hand-in-hand - completely visible. A few curious folks just watched us pass by - entirely unaware that I planned to find their leader and remove their entire command structure.

We weren't challenged until we got to the commander's tent. As we approached the entrance, one of the guards stepped in front of Kira. She acted like she was going to kiss him and then slit his throat. She disappeared. The other guard looked at me in confusion as his buddy's blood gushed down over his chest. An invisible blade entered his right eye and he screamed.

Up to that point, it might have been a quick in-and-out. Now, we had announced ourselves to everyone close enough to hear the man's agonizing death.

"Messy...," I told her. "I don't need any spectators when I'm plowing that tight little cunt of yours. Now you've guaranteed that we'll have an audience."

"You're no fun..."

An old guy in robes emerged from the tent, immediately raised his hand, and fired one of those sparkly orb things at me. I heal/absorbed it almost at the same time as it struck my face. He stared at me, dumbstruck. Kira slashed his throat and shoved him on top of the first guard.

She pulled the flap back. I heard the "thunk" of a thick fibrous cord suddenly going taut and my future wife turned to face me with a crossbow bolt stuck between her tits.

I stepped forward and grabbed the quarrel to remove it. It was kind of stuck. She squirmed a little as I pulled it free. I healed the wound just in time to hear the crossbow fire again.

"Fuck, that hurts...," she complained.

I spun her to face the inside of the tent, pulled the bolt from her back, and healed her again.

"Ready or not, here I come...," she teased.

There were a dozen frowning men inside of the large tent, standing around the war-table, each of them facing my fiancée as she strolled in like she owned the place.

I took the wounds that I healed from her and sent them at the left-most and right-most individuals - reducing the number of opponents to ten.

She turned around and glared at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Those were mine...," she complained.

I held my hands up in surrender.

The people in the room were beginning to draw weapons. I found an unoccupied camp chair and sat down to watch the show.

There's little in the world that's more hard-on-inducing than watching a sexy woman fucking up a bunch of overly-confident warriors. It's even sexier when she pulls two slim daggers out - holding one in each hand - and then stores everything else on her body in the storage-bracelet before she begins to stab and slice.

As her clothing disappeared, the two closest to her made the mistake of ogling her instead of stabbing her. Stiletto blade to the temple...

Sexy bitch: 2; pathetic losers: 0.

The one on the right dove at her, barely missed slashing her arm, and took a knife to the eye: 3:0

The guy behind the one-eyed corpse shoved him forward - into her. She spun left to keep from being entangled and found a blade that had been coming for her shoulder. The blade up through his neck didn't reach the brain so she pulled it out and slashed his throat instead: 4:0

The body behind her took her at the knees. She went to the ground, kneeling in front of some old fucker who grinned down at her like he was about to get blown. He squealed like a bitch when Kira stabbed him in the penis. (She missed the first time, called him "dinky dick", and then aimed a little higher.) She slashed his throat as he fell towards her. 5:0

She dove between his legs and spun onto her back on the ground, trying to disentangle her feet. She took a blade in her left breast. I thought of that line from "Princess Bride" but stayed quiet. She reached up and cut his throat while he grinned at her. He lost hold of the knife as he fell. She pulled it out. I stretched out my hand and healed her. 6:0

She tugged her feet out from under the pile of bodies, flipped the guy's knife end-to-end, and threw it through the eye of somebody who was just standing there flat-footed, watching the melee. 7:0

One fucker wizened up and threw his body across Kira's belly. She saw him coming and got her arms out of the way before he dog-piled her. She stabbed him in the back of the head. 8:0

Four foes left. One tried to take advantage of the other guy's corpse pinning Kira to the ground. As he darted in to slash at her, she told him that - if he'd get the body off of her - she'd suck his dick. His eyes widened and his attack missed. His eyes got even bigger when she slashed his throat. 9:0

Half-buried beneath one body - with a second one spewing blood all over her face, neck, and naked chest - Kira was struggling to get up. The two remaining guys were waffling - trying to decide whether to run for it - or - see if they were luckier than the rest of the fuckers. One glanced at the door and then me. I shook my head at him. His shoulders slumped and he went back to trying to stab my wife.

Kira shoved the bleeder up and away and then started on the guy on her chest. He was too heavy to lift - so she rolled to the left. The dead guy's nose was sniffing her ass when Old Guy #10 decided to stab her in the back while she was on her hands and knees.

She heard him grunting as he struck (which told her where he was) and stabbed him in the thigh. She took a blade in her lung but never said a word. He screamed like she'd killed him. He fell to his knees and she did. 11:0

The last guy moved towards the door. I stood and blocked the exit.

"Wife wants to pull a train, bud. Sorry. We can't stop 'til we get her to cum."

He spun back to finish the job and gaped as she stabbed him in the heart. She pulled out the blade, let the body fall on top of a couple others, and then wiped it off on the seat of his pants.

She walked over, laid her two blades on the chair that I'd been sitting on, and looked at me.

"You promised...," she said.

"Gods, you're a sexy bitch...," I told her.

She turned, bent over, and put her hands on the dead guy's back. I stowed my clothes piece-by-piece.

I got behind her and squeezed her ass.

"This one fucker's staring at me," she complained. "Can I be face up?"

"Sure..."

She stood, laid her shoulders against the back of the guy on the top of the pile, and then raised her foot. I grabbed her ankle. She raised the other one.

"Do you like this position as much as I do?" I asked her.

"No, but I love how hard it makes you cum..."

I folded my fiancée in half, pressed her ankles against her head by her ears, and slid my cock all of the way inside of her.

"Fuck me so hard, baby," she ordered. "Spank my ass with your balls."

I groaned. I pulled out of her and slammed back in again.

Kira glanced over at somebody who pulled the flap to the side and looked in at us. The flap dropped back down and she looked back into my eyes.

"Company's coming," she said. "Probably need to hurry."

She giggled when I frowned.

"Make me cum and I promise to be really nice to you later...," she cooed.

I drove into her like a hammermill - pounding her hard - shaking the pile of corpses lying beneath her.

"Yes! Fuck! Make me squirt, you sexy beast!"

The look in her eyes and the lust in her words had me ready to nut. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and continued slamming into her - praying I could get her to finish before the after-party began.

"Cum for me, princess...," I whispered. "Your pussy's so fucking tight I'm about to blow. You're so sexy I can't stand it."

"My pussy belongs to you, Loki," she said. "No other cock has ever felt the way yours does. I'm ruined. If anything ever happens to you..."

I groaned as my balls unloaded without consent.

"Fuck...," I moaned.

"Cum for me, sweet man," Kira said. "I want so badly to give you a strong, handsome son..."

"Gilded cage...," I moaned.

"I love you...," she said.

Her body shuddered as her climax began. I had just started to finish when her insides turned into a magical milking machine - a whole new batch of semen erupted from my balls and raced to fill my future bride.

My shit was running everywhere and I was still cumming. All of the sudden, it was like a water-balloon popped. Kira gave a whimper and her pussy squirted so hard that it splattered off of my groin and chest - spraying droplets of girl-jizz all over the corpses beneath us.

"Fuck, Loki! I've never cum so hard!"

Bodies started pouring through the door of the tent. Kira started pulling knives from her storage-bracelet.

"Let go of my legs," she ordered.

When I did, she sat up, threw her left arm around my shoulder, and then wrapped her legs around my hips.

"Stay where you belong, husband," she ordered. "Get your blade in your right hand."

I could hear a really big motherfucker tearing his way into the tent.

"Poison blade...," Kira ordered.

I stood up, bringing my fiancée with me, with her still mounted on my cock. She leaned across my shoulder and speared some guy in the eye. He screamed in my ear. I spun and she slashed another.

The big fucker was almost on me. The poisoned blade appeared in my right hand and I slashed his belly with it. Kira leaned left and I spun that way. She took another guy in the throat.

The giant was lumbering towards us - pissed.

"Stab me in the thigh," I told Kira.

She rolled her eyes but did what I asked. I danced away from the big brute. Kira stabbed me and then pulled the blade. I sent the damage to the monster. I stuck my poisoned blade into her guts, healed that, and sent it his way as well.

"That stung...," my fiancée complained.

"Yeah...," I told her. "That one takes some getting used to."

Nobody behind the big fucker could get around him. We kept stabbing each other and sending the damage at him but he wouldn't go down. He was moving slower and slower - probably from the poison - but he was just too damned big.

I knew she'd be pissed but I didn't have a viable alternative that I could come up with. I shoved the poisoned blade up through my throat into my brain.

"Loki!" she gasped.

The pain took my breath away. I quickly yanked the blade free, focused on the magic, and sent the injury at the lumbering ogre. She glanced over at his face as the wound on my neck closed.

"You're lucky that worked, you bastard," she fumed.

"You're getting heavy," I told her.

"Fuck you!"

"Stab me in the heart several times and let's clear out the riffraff..."

I turned to face the door just as the giant achieved splashdown. I swear the ground shook so hard that I momentarily went airborne. I focused on the entrance to the tent or - more specifically - the line of bodies fighting to get through.

Kira pressed her lips to mine and slammed her dagger into my heart. She pulled it free, I sent the damage away, and she stabbed me again.

We stood in the middle of the enemy commander's tent - as naked as the day we were born - with my penis buried to the hilt in her tight little pussy - and killed every single person dumb enough to lay eyes on us.

I lost count of the number of times Kira stabbed me. She finally stopped when I didn't immediately heal the damage. She stored her blade, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me hungrily as my regeneration healed my torn heart muscle and closed up my chest.

Kira unwrapped her legs and stood in front of me. She shoved me back on top of the giant's corpse. Then she climbed back on top of me and proceeded to fuck the hell out of me as I pinched and pulled her nipples and squeezed her taut ass.

She didn't squirt, but we both came hard again. She kissed me as my jism exploded inside of her. She worked her cunt-muscles up and down my shaft - making sure that she didn't miss a single drop. She slid off of me, knelt down, looked into my eyes, and took my messy cock into her mouth. I reached down and ran my fingers through her short black locks.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I moaned.

"I'll bet you say that to every princess who sucks your dick," she said, grinning.

"I do believe you are correct," I replied.

She pinched my butt, gave me one last lick, and stood up.

We got dressed and started going through the bodies, taking armor, weapons, jewelry, coins,... anything of value.

The enemy commander had a storage-bracelet. Once he had died, it became visible. I took it and slipped it onto my other wrist. It sized down to fit and then disappeared.

"Jackpot!" I told my lover.

"What?" she asked.

"All of his records are stored in here," I answered. "Your dad's gonna shit himself."

She gave a snort of laughter.

We combed through the rest of the bodies, one by one. By the time we emerged, the enemy was tearing down tents and leaving. Some of them didn't even bother to do that. We pulled down any standing tents to make sure they didn't leave anything we wanted behind.

There was a wagon standing at the back of the camp all by itself. Someone had stolen the horses and ridden off. There was a bunch of useless shit in the bed of the wagon but my senses told me there was a false bottom. I found the lock, Kira picked it, and we opened it to find a pay-chest. She stored it away and we finished sweeping through the camp to see if we'd missed anything.

That done, we made our way over to our side of the battlefield. We met the scout captain and two men about halfway to the front lines. We told him that there wasn't much left but he was welcome to it. He spun on his heels and raced ahead of us.

The chief scout was coming out of the command tent with the commander and the mage when we arrived. I threw up a salute to the boss.

"We killed their scouts, walked through camp from the back side without being challenged until we got to the commander's tent, killed the twelve fuckers that were standing around the war-table - oh - and the guards and the mage. Then we had a little celebratory sex until an angry mob showed up. Things got a little chaotic and a lot of people died. We looted a bunch of shit cuz - well - we did most of the killing. I've got the commander's storage item. We're headed to take it to the king if you want to delegate this mess to somebody else and tag along."

The commander looked from me to Kira.

"He told you the truth," she confirmed. "You should probably just come with us. There's really nothing left to do here except pick up the shit they left behind."

The commander looked around for a subordinate, found one, and placed him in charge.

I took Kira's hand and she held her other out to him. He shook his head at her - but the ends of his mouth were beginning to curl into a hint of a smile as he took it.

I changed my home-location from Valeri's backyard to the commander's tent and whisked us away - back to the palace.

~~~ Palace Kitchens ~~~

We appeared in the kitchens.

"Whoops!" I said, now remembering that this was where I'd portaled from last.

A group of kitchen workers was just clearing out after finishing up the lunch shift.

"Mila," Kira asked. "You have anything we can take with us to Dad's chambers - or is he at court?"

"Court, m'lady...," Mila said, grinning.

"Don't give me any m'lady shit, you horny... uh..."

Kira glanced at the commander.

"Did you eat yet?" she asked him.

"I could do with some bread and butter if you have any fresh...," he told Mila with a wink.

"Two stews, three breads, and a crock and knife on a platter," the cook called out. "Give us a second, sirs, madam..."

Mila giggled when Kira hissed at her.

The commander looked at me with a smirk on his face.

"If your dad's at court," I asked Kira, "should we just eat here? It's not like he's expecting us and I'd hate to traipse crumbs through the receiving hall and take a chance of making him angry."

"Son, you wiped out the enemy army," the commander said, "I don't expect he'll mind some crumbs. Just the same, if you eat slow, I might get a second loaf."

I started laughing.

"Good enough for me," I said

He sat down at the small table that the cooks ate at.

"Mila, where's the mead?" I called out, starting to head off to look for a mug or a cask.

"Keep your filthy snout out of my pantries, you covetous oaf."

"Damn..."

I dropped into a seat and then pretended to straighten my collar to look spiffy.

"I'm pretty famous around here...," I told the commander.

It was his turn to laugh.

Mila brought a tray with the two bowls and three small loaves of fresh bread.

"You know I love you, right?" I told her.

She glanced at Kira and said, "I've yet to see any evidence of it."

A cook's assistant came in with three mugs - one of them perched dangerously on the top. Mila grabbed the top one and placed it on the table by Kira. The worker brought the other two to the commander and me.

"Thanks, beautiful," I told her, taking a quick drink.

"Ignore him, Marn," Mila said. "He'll just get you into trouble."

"Maybe I'm looking for trouble...," the girl said, giving me a wink.

She squeaked when Kira pinched her on the ass. She disappeared without another word.

"Get your man on a leash, cousin," Mila told Kira, dropping onto the bench across from her.

"Don't look at me," Kira told her. "I've already drained his balls twice this morning. He's insatiable. I usually have two or three others helping wring him out but we were playing cat and mouse with the enemy troops..."

"Kill anybody I know?" Mila asked.

"I doubt you knew any of these...," Kira answered.

"If the commander's sitting here instead of in his tent, does that mean it's over?"

"Only ones there when we left were grabbing their shit and running for home."

"What the fuck did you two get up to?"

"Oh... this and that."

"Loki do anything stupid this time?"

Kira glanced over at me for a moment and then fixed her eyes on Mila.

"I should not have embarrassed my husband in front of you all," Kira told her cousin. "We both apologized, left a trail of broken bodies in our wake, and then he bent me over a pile of corpses and made me squirt."

The commander's mouthful of mead sprayed across the table. I got a good share of it.

"You know," I said, smirking at him as I wiped my face with my hand. "That's about what it looked like from my angle..."

The commander laughed so hard that he tumbled from the bench to the floor. He lay there, convulsing with laughter, holding his sides. He had tears in his eyes when he climbed back onto his seat.

"I thought the soldiers' stories - sitting around the campfire - were raunchy...," he said with a grin.

I finished up my food and noticed that the commander was already done. Kira set her spoon down. I stood, kissed Mila on the cheek, and thanked her for the meal.

She shot a look at Kira.

"Soon," the princess told her.

Kira stood and we left the kitchens. We climbed the short set of stairs and then strode down the hall - passing the storeroom where I'd gotten the tainted blades. I nodded to the guards. They nodded back. Their eyes flicked to the commander's face for a brief moment, identifying him.

We entered the court and Kira approached the seneschal to tell him our business. He motioned us to the side after whispering to her.

"He's going to finish up the docket and then he'll announce us," she said.

The official announced another case and the representatives stepped forward and started pleading their case before the king. The court manager sent a page around the edge of the room. The captain of the king's guard returned - following the page - after a brief whispered conversation.

As the captain approached, his eyes widened. He shook the commander's hand.

"Let us finish the public session," he said, "and we'll adjourn to the king's private room."

I held out my right wrist and willed the bracelet to appear.

"I took this off of the enemy commander," I told him. "It's about the same size as the one the mage gave me. It appears to be filled with documents that we may need to unload..."

He nodded.

"We'll start in the king's private room and move if he deems it necessary. I would need to rearrange some guards..."

"Ah, yeah, sorry..."

He held his hand up to abort my apology.

"Better to be forewarned," he said. "I appreciate you mentioning it."

He turned and quietly slipped back around to his post - to the right side of the dais. The king glanced at him as he returned but then focused back on the petitioners in front of him.

There was one more case after the first and - by the time it finished - I was fidgeting. I didn't like standing around doing nothing. Kira squeezed my fingers and snickered at me.

The seneschal made to step up onto his little platform but the guard captain was moving to speak to the king so he set his foot back on the floor. The king whispered to the captain. The captain stood, stepped forward, and announced that the court was closing for the day.

As people started to disperse, he looked our way and nodded. The king stood and headed for the private meeting room.

"Go ahead," the seneschal said. "Stop and be recognized before trying to enter but it's just a formality in case any are watching."

Kira led the way. The commander followed. I brought up the rear.

Halfway across the massive reception hall, Kira turned her head sideways and reminded me that we couldn't go in with any weapons showing. My things disappeared just after hers. I noticed that the commander's dagger vanished as well.

At the door of the room, we stopped long enough for the captain to look us over and wave us through. Kira went to sit by her father. I sat across from them - by the commander. The king looked up at the door when it did not immediately close. Prince Kiro came hustling in - slightly out of breath. He acted like he was going to sit by me at first - and then went to sit by his sister as she shook her head at him, grinning.

"What'd I miss?"

Kira said, "Everything", at the same time the king said, "Nothing."

The monarch looked down the table at his children and gave a sigh.

"I think he was asking about the fighting," Kira clarified.

"I meant the meeting but... Oh! Hello, commander. Well, shit!"

"Please forgive my children, commander," the king said.

"On the contrary, majesty," the battle-leader replied. "I've only been with your daughter and her intended for a few minutes but I can tell you that I've rarely been in such refreshing company. If they are anywhere as capable as I've been led to believe, I think we're in good hands."

I reached for the storage-bracelet that I had taken from the enemy commander. It appeared as I grasped for it. It came loose and I pulled it over my hand. I held it out to the king.

"This is not the one the mage gave you...?" he asked.

"I took it off of the enemy commander, my king," I answered.

He started to slip it onto his wrist.

"Majesty...," the guard captain said, stopping him.

"You've been in there?" the king asked me.

"For but a moment," I said. "If you would prefer, I can bring out the items that I think are most pertinent - until your mage has had a chance to inspect it to make sure it's safe."

"Please, your majesty," the captain said.

"Yes, yes, send for the mage," he said. "I'll just let Loki..."

The guard captain cleared his throat.

The king gave a huff and laid the bracelet on the table. He lifted his hands to show that he wasn't touching it.

"Thank you, your majesty," the captain told him. "It won't take but a moment..."

"Can they booby-trap those...?" I asked.

"A what... trap?" Kiro asked, laughing.

"That's what we call it..."

The king grinned - as did the commander - until Kira squeezed a breast and made her eyebrows bounce.

At that, the king looked embarrassed. The commander hesitated for a moment and then laughed raucously. Kiro shook his head, grinning.

"I apologize, your highness," the commander said. "These two had me in a fit of laughter in the kitchens. I lay on the floor, unable to breathe, my sides splitting open..."

"They do seem to be a matched pair...," the king agreed.

The king glanced at the door.

"Commander, give me your report please while we wait for the mage."

The commander cleared his throat.

"The prince, the princess, and this young man came to my tent around mid-morning yesterday. The prince was the only one visible to the naked eye until all unnecessary personnel had been removed from the tent. These young people explained their intentions and - since I had previously communicated our situation with the scouts - I took them at their word..."

The king nodded and waved for him to continue.

"We consulted with the scout captain to find the best place to position them and they left - these two going invisible once again. Around nightfall, the three returned - all visible - telling the guards to summon the scout captain. The mage confirmed the order and, once the captain arrived, the prince informed us that three pairs of assassins had been removed. He gave us directions to the bodies and then they asked for the location of the demon bear's den."

The king nodded and said, "I think I've gotten most of that portion of the story - from both my son as well as the staff."

He looked at Prince Kiro, who blushed slightly.

"You killed it then?" the commander asked.

The prince started to open his mouth but his father beat him to it.

"He did. He and Loki managed to anger Kira in the process somehow. They returned with the beast's massive body in the middle of the night... and..."

The king glanced at his daughter.

"... and I had a lover's quarrel with my intended in front of the kitchen staff."

She looked chagrined enough, I guess, that her father simply sighed and waved for the story to continue.

We sat for a moment and then the commander realized he was the one who had been speaking.

"Ah, yes! Sorry! Around midday, these two... Sorry! Let me back up. Over the course of the morning, we had been getting odd reports from our scouts about activity within the enemy camp. I didn't think anything of it at the time but now I recall that this young man warned me last night that such a thing might occur. At any rate, around midday, the scout captain raced back from an investigatory foray to see what in the seven hells was going on since we had reports of the entire front line packing up and dispersing. The scout captain reported to me that these two just came waltzing out of the enemy's territory without a care in the world, claiming that they had killed everyone at the war-table. When they got to me, they repeated pretty much the same and advised me to choose someone to take over so that I could return here to receive their report along with you and await your command on what to do with the troops."

The mage had entered the room partway through the commander's monologue. He stood waiting.

The king reached for the bracelet but the guard captain cleared his throat again.

"Morlin, kindly check this thing for traps, curses, or evil spirits so my guard captain can quit making that incessant noise... It came from the commander of Brant's forces."

The mage looked at me and his eyebrows rose.

"He and the princess had a disagreement," I told him, "well, him... and a dozen of his closest friends."

"With your permission, majesty...," he asked, glancing at the chair at the head of the table.

"By all means," the king said, waving his hand towards it.

The mage walked to the end, sat, waved his hand over the necklace with his eyes closed, paused, picked it up, held it in his fingers and mumbled a few words. He opened his eyes, slipped it onto his wrist, and waited for it to shrink. He didn't appear to move but his eyes were normal for one second - and wide open the next.

"Alright, there, chief?" I asked him.

He removed the bracelet and handed it to the king.

The king looked at the guard captain but asked his question of the mage.

"It's safe?"

"It is, my liege," the mage answered.

The guard captain sighed - then started to speak.

"I do appreciate you taking your job seriously, guard captain," the king said.

The captain closed his mouth - and then nodded.

The king slipped the bracelet on. A moment later, his eyes were wide and he looked directly at me.

A moment after that, he grinned.

"You realize that you're making it difficult for me to figure out an acceptable dowry...," he said.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked. I couldn't help but grin. "Yeah... she's a right pain in the ass sometimes, you're gonna need a really big chest of gold..."

Kira started to say something and then closed her mouth. She looked from me to her father.

"I deserved that...," she said. "I told Mila that I messed up."

"That's a good start," her father told her. "I must say that I was a little disappointed to hear about it all from the staff - but I'm glad that you and your intended seem to be working things out."

"The ways of the All-Father are a mystery to those whose eyes see only what is before them," she said, obviously quoting some religious text of theirs.

The king leaned over and kissed her on the temple.

"I'm so glad to have you home again...," he told her.

She took his fingers in her hand and squeeze them.

"Tell me about your adventure, my child," he said. "Don't leave anything out..."

"Even the sex?" I asked.

He froze and then looked up at me. He cleared his throat and looked back at his little girl.

"I believe I can supply your father with the more graphic...," the commander began.

Kira held up her hand for him to stop speaking.

"You only got a glimpse...," she warned the man.

"Kira was naked pretty much the whole time," I informed him. "After we... uh... celebrated... the second wave arrived..."

"... we... uh... finished - in both senses of the word - without ever parting..."

"My apologies," the commander said. "Perhaps leave out the more... orgasmic... descriptions..."

"Please...," the king agreed.

For the next several minutes, Kira described how she and I located and eliminated the enemy scouts - and ended up on the back side of their encampment. She explained how we arrived at the command tent, the removal of the guards and mage, and then the subsequent encounter with the war-council.

She told her father that she had originally removed her clothing to create a distraction but went on to say that she thought that I was having some sort of effect on her - with my ability to heal away almost any damage. She talked about going into a kind of a berserk-mode where she saw things almost from a third-person point of view - as the enemy fell before her deadly dervish dancing.

She briefly mentioned our celebration (skipping the more intimate details) and then simply said that we were still entangled when the mob arrived to avenge their leaders. She described our fight with the giant and detailed the unusual way we finally took him down. From there, she simply said that I joined her dance and that - together - we performed the dance of maniacal laughter that her father, brother, and the guard captain had witnessed when I killed the Beast.

She glossed over our second celebration and moved straight into how we looted all of the bodies - including the commander's. From there, she described our exit from the tent - finding the enemy camp in complete disarray. She told about how those hurrying to leave ignored us and focused instead on grabbing the last of their gear before racing away. She described the wagon we found and how we located the hidden strongbox.

I brought the box out of storage and opened the lid. They checked the contents and then the king told me to store it away and tell no one - to consider it simply as the spoils of war. I told him that we had the other items from those in the command tent. The king had us bring them out. They filled the table.

Once he, the mage, and the commander looked them over, he waved his hand over the pile, telling us that those things, too, were ours by right of combat.

Kira finished by telling him that we turned over any tents that still remained and how we met the scout captain with his two subordinates and then followed them back to the commander.

"A fabulous tale, my dear," he said. "No doubt the bards will wish to include the bawdier portions of the story - and many a tankard will be drained in toast to your accomplishments."

He looked at me.

"Thank you for bringing them both safely home. My son told me MOST of the truth about his little middle-of-the-night hunting trip."

Kiro had the grace to look slightly embarrassed.

The king turned to the commander.

"Return to the field, assess the situation, and write a full report. I would also like your proposal for how to respond to King Brant. This whole situation began when he started raiding and attacking outposts along our shared border. I feel that - with as much as he has lost - we have a moment to press him for tribute in exchange for peace. Tell me how far you think I can push. I'd like it to be somewhat punitive, but I want you all home as much as you want to be - not continuously guarding that border against a vengeful foe who feels he's being castigated."

"I'll have the report - and my recommendations - to you as soon as possible, my liege."

The king turned to his daughter - and then me.

"Since you brought him here, could you see my commander safely back to his post - preferably with the same speed that you dragged him away?"

"Did we act improperly?" Kira asked him.

"No, my love," he said. "I just want him back as soon as possible."

"We'll leave as soon as he's ready," she answered.

The king turned to me.

"Once I have emptied the enemy commander's storage-device, I will return it to you," he said. "Consider that to be another of the items you've gained through rite of conquest."

"You are most gracious, my lord," I told him, bowing my head slightly.

He laughed and said, "Now that Brant has been dealt with, I need you to look into things on our other border. Besides my need to curry favor with you before I make that request, you DID earn that for yourself. I'd be a fool to try to claim it for my own."

"You're sending us west, father?" Kira asked.

"I'd rather not but Sven has grown quiet and I need to know why," he replied.

An evil grin appeared on her face.

"You are forbidden to use this as an opportunity to go hunting for dragon eggs...," he said quickly.

"The thought had not even occurred to me...," she replied silkily.

"Kira..."

"We will learn what you need to know," she told him, quickly changing subjects. "How soon should we leave?"

He glanced at me, swallowed hard, and then returned his gaze to her.

"I realize that you are trying to plan a wedding...," he said carefully.

She waved her hand, dismissing his concerns.

"Give me a matched pair of talking-stones and I can manage all of the details while Loki and I snoop around Sven's kingdom."

"Give - or loan?" the king clarified.

Kira did not immediately answer. She appeared to be calculating.

"Give," she said finally.

The king looked at the mage - sitting to his right.

The mage sighed heavily but nodded.

"You have any on hand?" the king asked him.

"No," he replied. "I'll need some materials which won't come cheaply - but which should be for sale within the kingdom. I'll also need at least a day's time to imbue the stones and link them."

The king looked back at his daughter. He appeared to be still deciding on whether or not to grant the request.

"Dowry?" I whispered to my future bride.

The evil grin was back.

The king leaned away from her slightly - as if he feared what was coming would hurt him physically.

"I will manage the wedding details from the field - and consider the dowry met," she said.

The king waited for the cost.

"In exchange, I keep the talking-stones. I want three instead of a pair..."

The king started to turn back to the mage but was interrupted when she continued with her list of demands.

"... and, IF I happen to come across a dragon's egg..."

"Kira...," he moaned.

He clutched his chest as if he'd been stabbed.

"... a hatchling?" she countered.

I didn't understand the difference between the first request and the second - but the king seemed to take great assurance that his daughter would be unable to find (or maybe secure) a hatchling. Apparently, he was much more confident that she could acquire or steal an egg. He pounced.

"The matched stones and permission to secure a hatchling, if you are able...," he stated.

"Done!" she said, obviously much more confident than her father that she'd manage it.

The mage cleared his throat and the pair turned to him.

"I'll need twice as many coins - and an additional day," he reported.

"Done," the king and his daughter said at the same time.

"By your leave...," the old man asked.

"Granted," the king intoned.

The commander snickered when - as the mage passed me - he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Good luck."

~~~ Battlefield ~~~

Kira and I led our traveling-companion out of the private meeting room and then returned the commander to the field. Kiro tagged along just to see the scene for himself.

His jaw hung to his chest as he watched our troops returning from the front carrying the abandoned tents, supplies, food stores, and personal items.

"By the gods...," he said.

~~~ Palace ~~~

We took Kiro back to the palace, dropped him off, and returned to our quarters.

The day was wrapping up for the girls. Kira suggested that we stop in and check on Rilla, Zima, and Hanna. We got to watch a sparring match between Rilla and the younger two. I expected the 17-year-old to dominate but the 14-year-old and the 10-year-old employed some pack-like tactics that had Rilla on the defense almost from the outset. The trainer called the match before the pair actually struck because it was already evident to all of us what was about to happen. Spotting us waiting, he released them.

Zima and Hanna raced each other and leapt into my arms. After hugs and cheek-kisses, they moved on to assault Kira. Rilla was frowning as she came over. I gave her a side-hug and kissed her on the temple.

"They're wily," I told her.

"I wasn't even given a chance to try...," she complained.

"You think you could have taken them? Kira asked her.

"I guess we'll never truly know," she said quietly.

Kira hugged her and asked, "Shall I ask the trainer to restart the duel?"

"Please...," Rilla asked. "I've been working hard."

The trainer had come over, hearing the topic of conversation.

"She HAS been working hard," he said. "They all have. I think I know what will happen - but - if you have time - I'm not opposed to letting them battle. My healer is gone now, however."

"I can cover that," I said confidently.

"Then now is as good a time as any," he said. "It should definitely give you a chance to see what the girls have been practicing."

The three girls grabbed blunted wooden daggers from the weapons rack and moved back to the designated sparring area to get into position - Zima and Hanna facing off against Rilla.

The trainer called for them to begin.

Rilla waited for the younger two to begin their attacks. Zima cartwheeled left and Hanna cartwheeled directly towards Rilla. A small wooden throwing-knife spun from her hand. Rilla got caught out, watching Zima, and barely saw the knife coming. Still, she did a forward somersault, grabbing the projectile as it flew, and spinning it back at the youngest combatant.

Hanna shrieked and cartwheeled left, kicking the knife from the air with her foot as she vaulted her body towards Zima's. Zima was fingering a small wooden knife as well, trying to decide whether or not to wait on sending it Rilla's way.

Rilla took the initiative and dove forward, tucking her head and arms to roll her body forward like a wheel, and then extending out to come back to her feet - facing the other two. Zima threw the small blade. At the same time, she dove to Rilla's right and Hanna dove to her left - placing themselves on opposite sides of their larger opponent.

Each had their blades out and the two smaller girls advanced on the larger. Rilla had the advantage of a wider reach - but she had to guard two directions at the same time. Zima reached in and Rilla moved to block. As soon as she committed, Hanna struck. Rilla stood on one foot. She leaned towards Zima - her reach stretched even farther by the length of her torso. Meanwhile, she kicked the raised foot out to block Hanna's strike.

Seeing that her attack would be foiled, Hanna chose to dive into a forward roll - hoping to come up - essentially - under Rilla's skirts (though the three of them were all wearing simple shirts and shorts). Rilla was distracted by Zima - who knocked her blade to the side - throwing her balance off enough to force her to bring her raised foot back down to regain her balance.

As her foot came down, her upper body came up - and Zima did a forward roll to press the larger girl as well.

As both of the younger girls moved into close-combat, Rilla dropped her practice sword and did the splits in the middle of the sand-covered floor of the dueling circle. Her feet slid apart, her legs stretched out, and then her butt hit the ground. She reached out, caught Zima's and Hanna's wrists, and pulled them towards her body.

Unbalanced by being pulled forward, the younger two were unable to redirect their strikes. Rilla pulled their swords past each other - and past her body. When she stopped, the tip of Hanna's sword was pressed to Zima's chest and the tip of Zima's sword was pressed to Hanna's.

I began clapping. The instructor clapped as well. Kira raced forward, dropped to her knees, and wrapped her arms around all three girls at once.

"Splendid!" she exclaimed. "You all did well!"

From the expressions on their faces, you would never have known that Zima and Hanna had technically lost the fight. All three looked over Kira's shoulders to see the instructor and I still applauding their efforts.

He retrieved their practice weapons, returned them to the rack, nodded his head to our group, and left.

I approached the four of them and Kira pulled me down to the ground and then pulled the girls on top of me in a dog-pile. I laughed and sent my fingers at ribcages - darting from one girl to the next - attacking all four of them randomly and from varied angles. They giggled and laughed and fought to defend themselves. Kira finally told them to attack instead of defending - and the battle was immediately over for me.

I tried to ignore their fingers and stay in control of the tickle fight but there were too many attacks from too many directions. I rolled from side to side, trying to get away, unable to guard against the prodding fingers from eight different hands.

"I yield!" I finally yelled.

A flurry of kisses covered my cheeks, nose, forehead, temples, and mouth. I just relaxed and let it happen. Finally, the four tired of the game and began to climb off of me.

I got to my feet, wrapped all four in a hug, and kissed their foreheads.

On the way back to our quarters, Rilla reported that the craftsmen had the new shower ready for us to test. Since I was covered in sand and dust, I was more than willing to be a guinea pig. Kira said that the girls should go first - so I had to wait my turn. All four took towels and fresh clothes into the small chamber. A few minutes later, they emerged, their lips blue and their teeth chattering. I laughed and told them that they should have had me test it first.

When I went in, I warmed the water enough to take away the bite of the cold. The water was still far cooler than I wanted - but I had gotten sweaty and grimy and the cool water felt good.

By the time I came out of the shower, everyone was queuing up for dinner.

After dinner, we all went to the gardens. Nella led us in some calisthenics. The ladies had decided that we needed to add that back to our routine. After some exercises and some yoga-like stretches, we retired to our quarters. Then, of course, it was time for a story. I picked Jack and the Beanstalk.

As always, the night ended with picking up the sleeping little ones, carting them off to their beds, and tucking them in.

Once again, Zima and Hanna spent the night in Rilla's room. The girls seemed to be getting along well and I was beyond happy about it. If we were going to be more like a family - and Rilla would end up a very young step-mother to the pair - I needed them to mesh well.

I gathered my lovers to head for my bedroom but Dora said her stomach was upset. She was worried that it was something she had eaten. Since Kira and I had fucked multiple times earlier in the day, she said that she would stay with Dora.

Nella could not contain her excitement at having me to herself. Monika hadn't returned to the palace yet - probably completing her rounds that she had temporarily abandoned when helping us move the orphans to the king's old quarters.

Nella had at least ten years on me. She was my perfect MILF lover. Her delicious curves and fuller breasts made her not quite Kira's opposite - but their differences were dramatic. Kira was rail thin, super athletic, and highly spirited. Nella was quiet, curvy, and so sweet. I swore that - every time I looked at her - I saw her tied to that wall in the alley - a prisoner of her husband's murderer. In her eyes, I saw the way she viewed me - her savior.

I almost felt guilty about the way she adored me - almost worshipful. She removed her clothes - and then mine - and knelt at my feet and took my cock into her mouth. She swallowed and wriggled and stretched until she inhaled all of me. I'm not sure how she did it but she had my cock wedged in her throat and my balls pressed against her chin. She gripped my ass in her hands hard enough that it was uncomfortable. She would not let me pull out of her. The tiniest tears appeared in the corners of her eyes but she persisted until she was out of air - finally pulling off of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

"I've heard women speak of doing this," she answered. "I want your cock buried in me as you cum. I want to watch the pleasure fill your eyes as I drain those beautiful balls. I want you to know how loved you make me feel."

"You don't have to do that for me to know," I told her. "I see it in your eyes."

"You would deny me this?" she asked, almost pouting.

I sighed, shook my head, and said, "I would never deny you."

"Then let me do this for you," she said. "Do this for me. You saved me. I am yours. I belong to you."

"I don't own you," I answered.

This time, she did pout. She stuck her bottom lip out and gave me sad puppy-dog eyes. I sighed heavily. I could never truly tell her 'no'.

Once again, she took my cock in to her mouth, curled her tongue around it until I squirmed, and then slid it into her throat. She swallowed once - twice - and I thought I was going to lose my mind.

"Fuck, Nella!"

It's difficult to grin when you have something sticking out of your mouth - but I could tell she was grinning.

She sucked and swallowed - and swallowed again - and the feeling in my balls was like watching the waitress at the diner get distracted while refilling someone's coffee cup - and the liquid goes over the lip of the cup, fills the saucer, and then there's a mess.

I exploded. I came so hard that my penis hurt. I came and came and came and finally my balls withered and there was nothing more to feed my lusty lover's appetite. As the last pulse of my cock delivered the final drops of semen, she pulled off and gasped for breath.

We lay down together and kissed and talked. Nella played with my cock as we chatted. She asked about the adventures that Kira and I had. She was both uncomfortable and turned-on to hear about our weird battle-dance.

She told me that she was proud of what we had learned, how we had grown, and how we worked together to beat the enemy. She said that she was somewhat envious of the princess but knew that she could never have done those things. She said that she was happy to stay at home, help care for the children, and await our triumphant return.

I told her about Kira's dowry request. I asked why the king was willing to give in so much easier when Kira went from asking to claim a dragon's egg to seeking out a hatchling. Nella said that - from what she understood - hatchlings tended to bond with the first being they encountered when they hatched. If Kira found an egg and kept it, she would likely bond with the dragon when it emerged. However, if she came across a hatchling, it likely would have already bonded and she would have to work harder to get it to come with her and abandon its home or nest.

I asked her why Kira would be willing to concede such a crucial thing if that were true. She laughed and said that she could only assume that Kira knew something that her father didn't - or she thought she did.

Nella had played with my cock long enough that I was hard again. I rolled her onto her back and climbed between her thighs - ready to make love to her. She reached down, grabbed my stiff prick, and began to use it to "paint" her vulva, slit, and clit. As she rubbed herself with the head of my penis, of course, pre-cum began to leak from the tip and soon her "painting" became literal.

"Nella...," I complained.

She teased me at her entrance but then pulled me away to continue to tease and stimulate herself - and to torment me. She giggled at the pained expression on my face.

"I need to be inside of you - you hateful woman," I bemoaned.

"I want your seed on me this time," she replied. "I want to feel the hot slickness squirt from your beautiful cock and pour over my clitoris and run down my pussy lips. I want to rub my quim with your messy slickness and use my fingers to push it inside of my pussy. I want to smear your virile seed over every part of my sex."

She rubbed the tip of my penis around and around her clitoris - stimulating every part of it - and further tormenting me. She reached her other hand down and caressed my balls. As the head of my penis made out with her sensitive nub, she began to stroke my shaft - squeezing as her fist neared the head - milking me.

"Nella...," I begged. "Please..."

"Cum for me, my prince," she cooed.

I held off as long as I could. I hoped beyond hope that she would crave my shaft burrowing into her chasm as much as I needed to feel her vaginal muscles kneading my shaft. However, her mind was made up and she had only one purpose - and she drove me and herded me and brought me to heel.

I groaned in agonizing bliss as my torment ended and my penis began spewing my jism in jet after jet of creamy goo. Nella's nimble fingers continued to coax more and more seed from my balls - and then milked it onto her puss. I looked down, between our bodies, to see it pouring over her clitoris and vulva. Her curly thatch of pubic hair was a sticky, gooey mess as well. Even as Nella drained my testes, they buzzed with potency as Nella released my cock to begin rubbing my spend over her vulva, around her clitoris, down her slit, and into her gaping twat.

I heard the bedroom door and gasped - but it was Dora and Kira coming in. They closed the door behind them and giggled.

"How are you not asleep yet?" Dora asked. "We were coming to snuggle but it looks like there's a big mess that needs to be cleaned up first."

Kira shoved me off of Nella and onto my back and crawled between my thighs to start cleaning me up. Dora crawled between Nella's thighs and began licking and sucking every part of her. She took Nella's naughty fingers away from her sex and held them out for Kira - who sucked them clean. Nella moaned as Dora's tongue began to dig into the hard-to-reach places.

"I need you, husband," Kira purred as she climbed my body.

"Haven't you had your share today, princess?" Nella teased her.

"Hush, peasant," Kira ordered, leaning down to nip the woman's nipple while gripping my hardening cock to get it into her pussy.

As Kira began sucking Nella's nipple, the woman moaned. She brought one hand to Kira's head and the other to Dora's.

"Gods, you two!" she moaned. "You're going to make me cum!"

"Have you not already?" Dora asked, pausing in her work.

"I was... I was adoring our husband," the widow told them.

"Make her cum, girls," I ordered. "Make her scream your names."

"Oh!" Kira gasped. "Our husband's cock likes that idea. It just grew and pulsed inside of me. We need to make this happen."

Kira sucked Nella's tits while I made out with her while Dora sucked her pussy and fingered herself while Kira rode my cock. Soon, we were all moaning and writhing and Nella did, indeed, say their names as she climaxed. She didn't scream but she was happy. She continued to pull their heads to where she needed their attention and moaned their names as they took her over the edge. Kira and Dora came when Nella did - and I came a moment later as Kira's muscled twat squeezed the third load of the night from my balls.

~~~ End of Chapter 9 ~~~

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