Locum Tenens 10

~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~

Loki and Kira are getting ready to head northwest - into dragon country. Meanwhile, Kira has a wedding to finish organizing. 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 ~~~

Since we had a couple days to kill while we waited for the mage to finish the talking-stones, we focused on tasks that needed accomplished before we left.

We visited Valeri to make sure that she had what she needed for the dresses (and I confirmed that she had tracked down the stuff to make the bikinis). She showed me the gauzy material that she'd found to make the lingerie version - and my cock was growing hard just imagining it on my women's gorgeous bodies. It was even a dark red - almost maroon color - and I was salivating just thinking about how it was going to look - right before I stripped it off of their sexy bodies and fucked the hell out of them. Valeri's husband was back - and he was still irritable. We avoided him as much as possible.

We stopped to check in on Monika and ended up having a threesome in her bed in the middle of the afternoon. She was making her rounds to supply water to those that she always checked in on and assured us that she would start making more regular visits to the palace once things settled down. We told her to make sure she got sized by Valeri so she could make a dress for her. Valeri also had instruction to get the sizes we need for the "other" task. I was seriously looking forward to seeing Monika's fat titties in a bikini.

Kira also visited the royal seamstress - who would be in charge of making the actual wedding dress. The king showed up as the woman was getting his daughter's measurements. Kira wasn't super pleased to have her father intrude when she was wearing just a chest-wrap and a waist-wrap.

He took her hands and knelt on the floor. He was even lower than normal because she was standing on a small platform so that the seamstress could more easily get her measurements.

"I have your mother's dress," he told her. "It's been in my storage-item since before she got sick. She made me promise that I would offer it to you. You can have it resized. You can also simply choose to store it and keep it. I can't bear to hold onto it anymore - now that you have chosen your intended. I have to complete my promise to your mother."

Tears streamed down Kira's cheeks as her mother's dress suddenly appeared in her father's arms. Still kneeling, he offered it to her, cradling the thing like it was the woman that he had married.

"Daddy?" she asked.

"Yes, my love?" he inquired.

"Should I wear it or not?"

"It's your decision," he replied.

"Will you be able to bear it?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said, "but this... She'll be there - with you. In this... I think it's what she would have wanted."

Kira nodded for the seamstress to collect the dress. As soon as her father's arms were freed up, she leapt into them, hugging him fiercely, kissing his face, crying with both sadness and happiness. I hugged the wall of the room and remained as still as possible - so as to give the two of them the privacy that they needed.

My bride-to-be finally got control of herself. Stood on her own feet, kissed her father's cheek, and thanked him for keeping his promise. He kissed her on the temple and left the room.

The seamstress returned from hanging up the dress to find the princess riding my cock with her fingers interlocked behind my neck while I leaned back against the wall and bounced her up and down on my penis. My fiancée went from sentimental to hornier-than-hell in a heartbeat.

The woman gave a squeak, spun around, and left the room again. Fifteen minutes later, Kira called her back in so that they could finish what they had started.

The seamstress assured Kira that she'd have no difficulty adapting the dress to fit Kira. She said that the princess was nearly the same size as her mother and it wouldn't take much work at all. She hoped to have it ready to be tried on in a day or two. Kira warned her that we might be disappearing for a time to run an errand for the king. She told the seamstress that - if she didn't get it tried on before we left - she'd come see her as soon as we got back.

We checked in on the girls towards the end of their lessons and got good reports from the tutors. We ate lunch with them and the orphans (and Nella and Dora).

After that, we moved to the practice fields were the trainers decided to take advantage of our presence to work on group tactics and then have us spar with a few other squads.

Of course, my healing magic wasn't something that we could really test against other units. I was limited to pulling damage from my teammates and bringing it into my own body. When the other teams disabled one of our members, I could turn that back on them. Other than that, those contributions were limited.

The first session caused the training instructor to have to alter his plan. He had not been aware of how Kira's magic had progressed - and he simply wasn't prepared for my abilities at all. He contacted the mage to see about getting some magic-based squads to test us.

In the meantime, he sidelined me. I was only allowed to observe. This, of course, was more than I was able to manage. I was unable to control my voice, my face, or my hands. Finally, he removed me completely.

Since I had a little time to myself while Kira and the girls worked together, I portaled back to check in with Valeri on our special project. She was a little frustrated with the fact that I'd asked her to keep this whole thing a secret. She was designing something that this world had never seen before and she couldn't even do a fitting to see how it was going to turn out because I wanted the thing to remain a complete surprise.

She was in the middle of telling me that she had made a bikini for herself - not to tease or please her husband - but so that she could see what worked and what didn't - when he decided to check in on us again. Thankfully, Monika arrived just as the screaming was about to begin and - with her established relationship with the couple - she was able to deescalate things.

The man was at the point of insisting that he needed to chaperone whenever I was there when I finally asked Valeri to bring Monika in on the secret. With Monika preparing to strip naked in order to try on the new outfit, Valeri was able to oust her distrustful husband.

As soon as Monika tried the bikini on, she had one or two suggestions for improvements - which Valeri immediately added to her notes. When the water-caller saw the lingerie version, her eyes gleamed with lust and Valeri began nibbling her bottom lip as Monika began reacting to both the outfit and me in an overtly sensuous manner.

The seamstress finally asked me to leave the room as well. I moved to the front of the shop and waited. There was more moaning than I thought was normal for a fitting session. Valeri's husband stuck his head in the front door, saw that I was not with the women, and went back outside. I was thankful that he wasn't there to see when Monika came out, carrying her clothes, and demanding that I figure out a way to portal the two of us home so that she could get my cock inside of her.

Since my two stored locations were the palace and Valeri's shop, I told Monika that she was going to have to settle for my bedroom - and would need to be clothed first - because we would be appearing in the room where the orphans were being tutored. I swatted her hands a couple times, got her dressed enough to be decent, and told the giggling seamstress goodbye.

We appeared in the common room of our quarters and she immediately darted for the bedroom. I greeted a couple of the girls but I could tell - from the looks on the tutors' faces - that we weren't fooling anyone. I slipped from the room, closed the bedroom door, locked it, and was immediately assaulted.

"I'm so fucking turned-on right now," Monika moaned as she worked to get my clothes off of me. "That... bikini... I love how it holds my breasts - and my pussy feels almost naked in those... panties. That other outfit - the red one - I feel like such a slut! Gods, I need you so badly, Loki! I'm so wet for your cock right now. You're going to have to cover my mouth while you fuck me or every person in the palace is going to hear me screaming. I'm about to climax right now, just thinking about how indecent the girls will look in those outfits. Your cock is going to be so hard when you see them."

She pulled me to the bed, sat on the edge, and lay back. I gripped her legs behind her knees and shoved my face in her cunt.

"No! No...! Wanted... Oh... Fuck...!"

She came immediately and I savored her flavorful offering. I licked, lapped, and sucked until I had her cleaned up. I picked her up, carried her to the center of the bed, laid her down, and slid my cock inside. I gripped her ass in my fists and plowed her hard - exploding almost within seconds of burying myself within her. My climax set her off again and her spasming cunt milked my cock and drained my balls. When we had both finished, we lay side-by-side panting for breath.

"Gods, that went too fast. I'll need another as soon as you're able. My poor pussy still hungers for you and my mind is still reeling with how provocative those outfits are. If Valeri starts marketing those, she's going to be a very busy woman. If I tell you a secret, do you promise to tell no one?"

"I can try..."

"You must! Oh! I HAVE to tell you. You can't tell anyone - Kira - Nella - Dora - anyone!"

"So, it's about Valeri?"

"Yes, you buffoon. She made one of the bikinis for herself - to see how it fit. She told me that she didn't bother to make one of the gauzy ones for herself because just trying on the first one made her so horny that she was unable to keep from touching herself. She told me that she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy so fast that the friction became almost unbearable - and then she came harder than she ever had."

"That's too much to share..."

"Loki, she told me that she fantasized that it was your cock reaming her cunt instead of her fingers. She admitted that she was so embarrassed about it, afterwards, that she hasn't been able to have sex with her husband because she's worried that she'll picture you instead - and - even worse - that she'll scream out your name when she climaxes. You can't tell anyone!"

Monika kissed me hungrily.

"When I tried on the red outfit at the shop," Monika said, "I got so horny that I ran out of there, naked, to find you. Before I slipped out, Valeri begged me to come back and tell her how it was. She wants me to tell her about how we fucked after I tried that outfit on. I shouldn't tell her - but she'll insist. I don't think this will go well for her relationship with her husband. If he divorces her, she'll lose the shop. It's actually in his name. His grandmother was the seamstress. She took Valeri on as an apprentice and - when she passed - he married Valeri to keep the business. He's not unkind to her but it is a marriage of convenience more than of love or even lust."

"Not that I want to be responsible for breaking them up," I told her, "but I'm knew to your world and don't understand your customs that well. Sex before marriage seems to be permissible. Kira seems to have no qualms about continuing to share me after we're married - but she did mention it to her father when she informed him of her intentions."

Monika nodded and said, "As long as the partners agree, just about anything is permissible. Kira's situation is complicated because of possible political ramifications. My understanding is that her father has had to come to grips with her need for freedom. He capitulated because she has - at least to a degree - given in to his requirements that she be safely ensconced within the walls of the royal holdings - or remains with you. Having seen your otherworldly defensive abilities, he seems confident that he's safer asking you to look after her - regardless of whatever trouble you stir up - than he is to risk her sneaking off on her own again."

Monika and I made out a bit longer and then I portaled her back to Valeri's place. The seamstress would not look me in the eyes. She stared at the floor - although - before she realized that I was watching her, she looked at the water-caller with a visible hunger in her eyes - and not a hunger for intimacy - but rather information (obviously, about our intimate goings-on). I slipped away and left Monika to inform (and hopefully counsel) her friend.

At dinner, Kira and the girls updated me on how their sessions had gone. Kira practically glowed with praise - to the point where even Hanna was blushing.

"You and I failed to follow-up with the weapons trainers and the mage trainers on the girls' magical assessments," Kira whispered.

I wondered why she was being so secretive but merely listened for her analysis.

"The assessors didn't even really tell the girls what they found," Kira went on, nodding at Rilla.

Rilla quietly added, "They merely told me that I should focus on suppression and support. Zima was instructed to watch for opportunities to counter enemy thrusts. Hanna was only tasked with keeping a running log of the battles so that we could study them later to improve our individual and team tactics."

I scratched my head, wondering why the girls seemed to be completely limited to defense and battle-reports. Kira nodded her head at me - having obviously arrived at the same conclusions.

"I'm of two minds on this," she said at a whisper. "Either they think the girls incapable of attacks - or - they want us to not fully realize their abilities in those regards. Unfortunately, not only does NOT mentioning those things immediately draw my attention to it - but the girls and I (at least in my opinion) functioned so well together that it would be a complete waste of our talents not to take advantage of opportunities as they arise."

I simply nodded. She looked like she wasn't finished yet. I was right.

"The teams that sparred with us were frustrated time and again at being unable to find any cracks in our defense. Rilla provided the base for our team to operate, Zima countered every attack that got past Rilla's ranged defense, Hanna analyzed their strategies and communicated to the rest of us. I used the protection that Rilla and Zima provided - along with the tactical insight that Hanna shared - to take their units apart. Almost always, removing the primary target that Hanna had identified led to the other team being so fractured or ineffective that Zima probably could have finished them off while the rest of us stood by."

I had no idea how large my eyes were but I'd begun to understand why we were keeping this quiet. We hadn't even started any real fighting and Kira was telling me that we were going to most likely walk through our enemies. No doubt we would get into situations where our team would struggle but the princess seemed supremely confident in their abilities - after just an afternoon of them working together.

As my lusty princess spoke, she lovingly touched each of my girls - hugging Rilla or reaching across the table to grab Zima and Hanna's fingers to give them a squeeze as her eyes glowed with maternal pride. My penis was conflicted. Kira's words of praise had me wanting her. Her praise of the other three had me wanting to take them out for ice cream and pizza - which I had yet to discover in this world.

Kira still wasn't done though.

"Even though the assessors downplayed the girls' abilities, it was quickly apparent that there's so much potential there - just waiting to be tapped. Take Hanna for instance," she said, giving the girl a broad smile and squeezing her fingers, "a 10-year-old with insights into the weaknesses of opposing tactics and accurate assessments of how to cripple their efforts and then take them apart? That's either some kind of innate skill that she's had sense birth - or it's a manifestation of her magical abilities. If it's the latter, it will only grow with time and use."

I hugged an arm around my youngest daughter and she squeezed herself against me. She was positively glowing.

"Zima counters attacks at a level that's above intuition, instruction, or general insight. It's like she knows where they'll be (and why) almost before they begin to move. There's something magical happening there - and I don't mean that figuratively."

My other arm went around the dark-haired junior administrator - who had visible tears in the corners of her eyes as she looked at Kira and Rilla.

Kira hugged Rilla close and pulled their cheeks against each other.

"Rilla keeps the enemy casters so beleaguered that they're unable to even get the simplest cantrips off. Her only weakness is the limit to the number of arrows she has. Even then, there's more going on than meets the eye. When the girls and I are near Rilla during combat, enemy ranged attacks miss more often and it's almost like we all can sense the enemy's intent even as they begin to move. I'm not sure how it could be - but it almost seemed like my evasion raised when I was near her - and my body's regenerative abilities increased as well. An enemy archer fired a shot that should have taken me in the eye. It was like I saw where the shot was going and was able to lean my head to the side enough to only take a nasty slice down my cheek. I felt the blood well up but - in the heat of the battle - lost track of the wound. When things slowed down a few minutes later, I brushed my finger over the injury to find that the blood had congealed without even allowing a single drop to leave the three-inch slice on my cheek. The split that I knew had to be there was already pulling closed and sealing up - with no lingering pain."

I gave Rilla a wink and she blushed.

"Husband," Kira said at an even quieter whisper, "when we add you and your abilities into the mix, I honestly don't know what could stand against us. My love, your adopted daughters aren't even full-grown women yet. My mind reels at what they will one day be capable of. I don't know if all of this was just waiting to be discovered - or if the All-Father is blessing those close to you - or what - but I can barely wrap my mind around it."

"Weapons?" I asked.

"Rilla, obviously, has completely mastered the bow."

"I have a sling as a backup," Rilla added. "It's not as deadly - but the weapon and the ammo are easy to carry."

"Normally," Kira said, "I wouldn't even count the sling as a weapon. This tender beauty sets that notion on its head. For the last session, we each gave ourselves an artificial handicap - Hanna's suggestion - to help us better develop our secondary skills and abilities. Rilla stowed her bow and only used the sling that time. None of the casters got a spell off and the pebbles she sent at the face of the melee attackers left them as easy targets for Zima and me. One healer came to us afterwards and reported that he had never had to completely regenerate an eyeball before due to the damage caused by such a small projectile."

Rilla glanced at Hanna and said, "She wants me to find or make a hollow tube - for delivering darts whose tips have been dipped in a potion that induces memory loss and sleep."

"For stealth operations," Hanna said nodding.

I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her temple.

~~~

We finished eating (a little slower than the others) and then we all headed for the gardens to do some group exercises. Dora led the group. The forms she led us through were almost like dance combined with yoga. I loved watching her curves but I was actually almost sweating by the time she finished with us.

For story-time, I told the girls the Pied Piper of Hamelin. We carted the sleepers to bed to be tucked in, told the older ones goodnight, and then saw Rilla, Zima, and Hanna off to their room. They were already snuggling together when I eased the door shut.

Once again, Dora complained about her stomach bothering her. I asked Kira if it was possible that she was pregnant. She told me that it was something else but didn't elucidate. I didn't press her for whatever it was that she knew that I didn't.

Nella and I made love and then cuddled. Kira and Dora snuck in, once again, to sleep with us. I asked Kira and Dora if they needed or wanted my attention but Kira assured me that they were good - just taking the night off.

~~~

The crafters were wrapping up work on the shower and I spent the morning helping get everything just the way I wanted it. I even got to be the first to test it out!

I left my loincloth / waist wrap thing on and stood under the water as it streamed down over me. The water was frigid. I added some heat and tried again. I soon had it steaming. I went to secure some extra towels while the guys who had built it took turns trying it. There were (of course) some improvement suggested. I told them to work on showers for the king and the prince next - and worry about any upgrades for ours after those two had a chance to see (and try) them for themselves.

I warned the crafters that Kira and I might be "working on tasks within the city" and be unavailable for a time. I told them to talk to the mage about finding a fire-mage to warm up the reservoir for each one.

Most of the way through the morning, I came out to the common room and glanced over the girls at their studies. I walked over to Dora and hugged her - and then gave her curvy butt a squeeze. She got a conflicted look on her face, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to her room.

When we entered, she closed the door, and went to sit on the bed. She patted the bed beside her but said nothing. I sat down.

"Not even a month ago," she began, "you came to the orphanage, dealt with the nasty men who had plagued us for years, and healed me when I felt that I would have died. You've wrapped your arms around my girls like they're the fruit of your own loins. I am still shocked at the turn of events that brought us into the palace but I can never repay you."

I stayed quiet. She obviously had a lot to unload.

"I love how sexy you make me feel," she said. "I love the feel of your cock inside of me - and of your seed pouring into me. I..."

She began crying.

"As much as I love all of those things," she sobbed, "I... I've become so accustomed to being spoiled with these attentions, gifts, and freedoms that I find myself wanting more."

"You don't have to...," I began

She put a finger over my lips, to stop me, tears still falling from her eyes.

"I want a husband," she said. "I want one that I don't have to share. I still (obviously) enjoy orgasms - and I love being with you, Kira, Nella, and Monika - but I... I want more."

"You deserve it," I told her. "I can't give that to you, obviously. I appreciate you being up-front with me. You tell me where the boundaries are and I'll do my best to honor them."

She stared at me.

"You made that a lot easier than I expected," she said finally.

"I love fucking you, I love being with you, and I am definitely attracted to a woman who is so strong that - even barely starting into womanhood - she worked so hard to care for so many - without even the thought of what it would get her. That's the top of sexy for me."

"I love you, too," she said, "for many of those same reasons."

"If you need a good dicking, let me know. If you need a hug, let me know. If you need me to squeeze your butt and tell you how amazing it feels, I'm your guy."

She laughed - and then kissed me.

"Thank you, Loki," she said. "I'm going to stop the sex. I actually already did, as you may have figured out. I adore your hugs. The butt-squeezes make my pussy drool - so you're gonna have to stop those."

"Could I get just one more?" I teased.

She laughed and said, "Sorry, no."

I leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"You're going to make some guy very happy," I told her.

She hugged my neck, kissed me, and then laid her head on my shoulder - shoving her face against my neck - and sobbed. I held her until she recovered. She went to the little restroom to throw some water on her face and then we lined up with the others to go to lunch.

Kira joined me at the table and said, "So... Dora finally talked to you."

"Yeah," I replied.

"You good?" she asked.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I inquired. "You're more than enough woman for me."

"You and I both know that's not true," she said.

I glanced at the 17-year-old and asked Kira, "Did our arrangement with Rilla push her over the edge?"

"I think it just made her start asking questions aloud that had already been rolling around in her brain," Kira replied.

"Nella?" I asked.

"Dora's young enough to find a husband," Kira answered. "I talked to Nella and she'd like to continue to share. She loves having you to herself. We all do. I'll probably try to make sure she gets that more often..."

"That's why you stayed with Dora - the last couple nights?"

"I needed to talk to her - to assess the whole motivation for the split," Kira said.

I somehow got the sense that - if Dora's choices had created problems that were insurmountable - she would have been removed from the picture permanently. That feeling grew stronger as Kira looked deeply into my eyes. It was sobering to think that my lover would take things that far - but then I realized she was one of the heirs to the throne. There was more at play here than simply who I was cumming inside of.

Rilla glanced back and forth between us.

"Should I leave you two to talk?" she asked.

Kira shook her head and said, "You are beginning to understand some of the complexity of my position - which was why I chose to walk away for a time. The All-Father has seen fit to change my course. There are unpleasant conversations that need to take place but you are probably beginning to understand why I asked you certain questions before I went to talk to your father."

Rilla nodded.

"You belong to me as much as you do our future husband," Kira told her. "Keep that in mind and we should be fine."

Kira looked at Zima and Hanna - who were sitting quietly - taking it all in.

"I told you girls that I could not adopt you," she explained. "That does not mean - as you've already figured out - that I would do anything less for you than a birth-mother would..."

"Our birth-mothers abandoned us," Zima said plainly.

I was absolutely destroyed by that simple statement and the enormity of the truth behind it. I pulled them into my lap and squeezed them until they complained.

"Your father and I love you dearly," Kira told them. "I will personally cut the throat of any who seek your harm. At the same time, know beyond any doubt that if you - at any point in the future - lead the attack against my husband or I, you will face me."

Any fears I had about the future melted with Zima's response.

"As you should," the girl said. "My father rescued you as he did us. Even if I did not crave his hugs and gentle kisses, I would fight to the death anyone who threatened him."

Kira laughed and said, "The good news for us is that I'm not sure there exists a being in our world who can truly threaten our gentle savior."

The girls hugged themselves to me. I kissed the tops of their heads and hugged them back.

After lunch we went to weapons practice.

We arrived to find an entire company of armed warriors waiting for us.

"Join me please, master Loki," the weapons trainer called. "My lady, please prepare your team for combat against the forces arrayed before you."

I stepped up beside the trainer.

"You can heal at range?" he asked.

"Yes."

"I would appreciate your assistance - healing those on both sides," he said. "My healers will be overly taxed. This exercise helps both your team and mine but - in terms of magical cost - this will be expensive."

I nodded.

"Don't heal any who are still fighting, please," he added.

"I think I understand, but feel free to let me know if I'm out of line or the situation merits an adjustment to those guidelines,"

"Thanks," he said, nodding.

He turned to the leader of the larger group.

"Whenever you're ready, captain," he said. "Those removed from the fight will be healed but should leave the training area."

The man nodded. The trainer turned to Kira - who also nodded.

He took a half-step back. I followed his example.

The captain started with around four dozen fighters - a mix of ranged and melee fighters - as well as some magic users.

Almost as soon as the captain signaled for various thrusting attacks or tactics, Hanna was calling out counter-tactics to our group. I stood, slack jawed as I watched my girls defend, counter-attack, and adjust - all while taking attacks from the front, both flanks, and the ranged units.

My girls completely eliminated the team that came from their left - before turning their attentions on the team to the right. Meanwhile, Rilla kept the ranged forces from effectively assisting the melee teams. Hanna almost seemed to operate with her eyes closed - and yet I could sense that she was seeing the entire battlefield. This was far above any training sessions I had ever witnessed. We almost needed to be in a coliseum of some kind.

The attackers on the front were reinforced as the right team began to fracture. The now-larger unit tried to press the assault to spare their teammates but Kira's team simply moved to flank the squad that had been trying to flank them - which (once that squad went down) left them on the flank of the remaining forces.

The girls began moving forward - even as the enemy tried to adjust to the quickly-shifting battleline. Zima disappeared for a moment and their opponents' captain went down holding his thigh. The 14-year-old reappeared beside Kira to receive a wink from her step-mother and a swat on the butt from the 10-year-old.

A flurry of pebbles struck the throats of archers and casters, and those that remained in that unit were removed from the fight. I'd barely seen Rilla even firing at them, it had happened so quickly.

After that, Zima and Kira simply marched down the line of defenders - disarming and disabling them. Three minutes later, it was over.

Kira and the girls had some glancing injuries but those - as she had described to me - were already closing. I moved forward with the other healers and began pulling injuries and wounds from the dozens of fighters that lay on the ground.

When all of the injuries had been patched up, the trainer called everyone over. He looked over the group.

"Well fought - on both sides," he said. Turning to Kira, he added, "I don't know of much more that we can teach you. That being said, I would covet your team's continued attendance at our sessions because every time our fighters face you, they improve. Wouldn't you agree, captain?"

"As you say," he answered, "I appreciate the chance to hone our skills with such talented sparring partners - both as individuals and as a team. Rarely do we face such agile foes and - as frustrating as it is to be so easily defeated by them - we gain valuable insights with little risk of long-lasting damage - or the possible decimation of the team. I cannot truly calculate the value of this for our forces."

After that, we were dismissed. Hanna plopped down on her butt on the ground and I watched as her hand flew over a blank sheet of paper - words appearing as if by magic. Actually, it HAD to be magic. Kira laughed as she watched my face.

"She chronicles our battles, summarizing and assessing everything," the princess said. "The mages aren't sure what to make of her gift but my father is in love with your youngest. He's already got the tactics instructors using her reports as part of their curriculum."

Hanna finished her work and the pen in her hand disappeared along with the thin board that she had used as a portable desk. I suddenly realized that the paper and the other items had appeared from thin air. I turned - wide-eyed - to look at Kira. She laughed and nodded.

"All three girls have a bracelet like yours - though with smaller storage capacity," Kira reported. "Rilla mostly keeps extra arrows and sling-stones. Zima keeps throwing knives, lockpicks, and other useful things. Hanna has pen, paper, and her desk. She also has a device that allows her to see farther while accurately measuring the distances being viewed - among other things."

"How?" I asked.

"I simply told Daddy they needed them," she replied. "The ones they have are smaller and - since most who are granted them want the bigger ones - he didn't fight me too hard. He has actually come back twice and offered upgrades for the girls - as long as he keeps receiving Hanna's reports."

She tousled Hanna's hair. The 10-year-old blushed and hugged my lover's waist.

"When you and I... go on this mission," I asked.

"The girls will stay here," Kira said. "As much as I would love to take them along, I think they need a bit more time in the sparring circles before I'm ready to throw them against both man and beast."

Over dinner, the three girls asked Kira what she thought the two of us would discover when we went snooping on Sven. She whispered a number of ideas and then posited the one that she thought was most likely.

"There are dragons living within his kingdom," she told them. "He has long sought a way to take advantage of them but has thus far failed. My guess at this sudden silence is that he's somehow moved forward in that regard. Even if my father wasn't sending us there, now that I know Sven has gone mute, I would sneak in and get to the bottom of things - just for my own curiosity's sake."

"This has nothing to do with your personal request of the king, right?" I teased.

Kira gave the girls a conspiratorial look and whispered even lower, "Every little girl dreams of petting a unicorn. Not me. I want to talk to a dragon. I have studied everything that has been written about them. For the first time in my life, I will travel to one of their homelands. As much as I have wished for this chance, it would not even be conceivable without Loki traveling with me."

"What are dragons like?" Zima asked, obviously enthralled.

The other two were just as eager to hear the answer, leaning forward in their zeal to hear Kira's every word.

"They are long-lived," Kira said. "That is well known."

The others nodded.

"Think about a being that has lived for generations," she told them. "They have lived many of our lifetimes. They hold - within their minds - centuries of knowledge. Knowledge in itself leads to power. Knowledge wielded with years of experience and wisdom can be a weapon in and of itself. Sometimes, simply knowing a type of magic exists can open the gateway for an individual."

She looked at Hanna.

"Your gift is a special blessing," Kira told her. "Dragons have more capacity for magic, more knowledge of magic, more time to practice magic, and a deeper understanding of how the various forms of magic interact. Even a hatchling has more power than you or I possess. I am not so conceited as to think that I could make a dragon my pet..."

"... but...," I began to interrupt - but she stopped me with a look.

"I told my father what he (and others) expected to hear. I have spent many hours thinking about what a dragon would think of me - if I ever entered into their presence. We will see - when I get my chance - if I'm able to convince such a noble creature that I am worth but a moment's conversation. Just a few moments, spent in the presence of a dragon... That is all that I truly yearn for."

I looked at the girls' faces. They believed Kira's every word - as did I.

"Well, that and the love of a good man," Kira said, smirking, "but we know that's just a fairytale."

Kira's eyes glittered as they settled on me. I felt as if the All-Father were smiling. Rilla hugged Kira and gave me a smile filled with promise. Zima and Hanna wrapped their arms around me and squeezed me tightly.

After dinner, we left the others to their exercises and went off on our own. Kira dressed the girls in bodysuits like hers and we climbed the stairs to the top of the wall and then ran two laps of its entire length.

Kira did not warn the guards about what we were doing. They were often caught moving through their regular routines as we suddenly came upon them. Kira yelled for the girls and I to skirt around them without touching or disturbing them. I glanced behind us to see several shaking their heads.

We descended to the courtyard again and Kira pulled everyone in for a quick chat.

"I think that was good practice," she said. "If you are able - when we're gone - add this to your routines. Keep your minds and your bodies as sharp as the edge of your blade. I want to take you all on grand adventures and I know you're more than capable."

We had a quick group-hug and then raced off for our quarters. Kira sent me to the bedroom to change. Meanwhile, she took the girls to show them the shower.

When they emerged, I met them in the common room and we joined the orphans for story time. When that was concluded, we helped tuck the littles away in their beds.

I kissed my three girls and then headed to bed next.

When I got to the bedroom, Nella and Kira had towels draped over their arms. They got me turned around and we headed for the shower.

The pair stripped and I scrubbed their bodies. They giggled when my fingers got naughty. When it was my turn, my cock was immediately aching with need. I finally grabbed Nella, pressed her to the cold stone wall - with her breasts smashed against its chilly, wet surface - and slammed my cock into her until I exploded.

Once we had both climaxed, Kira knelt in front of her and licked and sucked my seed from her cunny as Nella moaned and writhed - reaching climax again. Kira then turned her attention on me. She cleaned me up and then sucked me until I was hard once again.

I mashed her against the same spot in the wall that I'd just used for Nella and plowed her until I nutted inside of her. This time, Nella cleaned us up. I was nearly hard again by the time we got done. We dried, dressed, and headed for bed.

I was asleep within seconds - wedged between my two lovers.

~~~

Kira and I spent the next morning making sure that all tasks were proceeding as planned - then we packed. The mage arrived just before lunch with the talking stones.

At lunch, Kira gave one to Rilla and one to me. She explained that you held the stone in your fingers, focused on sending your voice through the stone, and it would transmit to its linked twin. In this case, it would transmit to either or both - depending on our intent - as we spoke into the devices.

As we watched, Kira pulled out a belt knife, cut a slit in her chest - just below her collarbone - and inserted the stone. A moment later, I could hear her voice in my head. From the look on my face, she knew it had worked.

"Heal me," she told me. "Then you and Rilla do as I did."

Rilla barely flinched as she cut her skin open and inserted the stone. I took the pain and healed the injury. She and Kira practiced silently speaking to one another as I followed their example. A few minutes later, we were chatting back and forth as if we'd done this for years.

<"Rilla, while we're gone, I will be depending on you to check on some wedding preparations for me.">

<"Yes, my queen,"> Rilla replied.

<"When it's just the three of us,"> Kira responded. <"Please call me 'sister'.">

<"Yes, big sister,"> Rilla responded.

Kira snickered - which caused Zima and Hanna to grin - even though they were unable to follow what was happening.

<"You will also relay our future husband's personal messages to his daughters,"> Kira told Rilla.

<"It is my pleasure,"> Rilla replied, looking at me.

I took her fingers and gave them a squeeze before letting them go again.

<"I asked my father for another portal stone but he has refused,"> Kira told Rilla, while allowing me to listen in.

<"I will give you the one I have and teach you to use it. As Valeri gets the dresses ready and needs to come do fittings on the girls, I will need you to ferry her back and forth.">

<"I'm excited to be able to try a portal stone for myself, sister,"> Rilla replied.

<"Trust me,"> Kira answered, <"the novelty quickly wears off when you are simply transporting others back and forth between tasks.">

Rilla grinned.

<"Husband,"> Kira said into my mind.

<"Yes?">

<"I will go to training with the girls this afternoon. I want to leave tonight. Get Nella alone and spoil her while the girls and I are busy. She's going to miss you fiercely before we return, I think.">

<"As you wish, my queen,"> I replied.

We rose from the table and headed for our rooms. Kira gave the stone to Rilla and then showed her how to set the home location. I portaled the five of us to Valeri's shop. Kira informed Valeri that Rilla and the girls would be popping in after dinner each night to see if Valeri wanted to come to the palace to do any fittings. Once those matters were taken care of, Rilla portaled us back to our quarters - setting her secondary location to the seamstress' shop. After that, Kira and the girls headed off for their squad tactics session.

As the orphans started into their afternoon tutoring sessions, I caught Nella's fingers and pulled her to my bedroom. She quickly figured out what was happening and I found myself being dragged by the hand.

Once we were safely behind a locked door, she got me undressed and took my cock down her throat once again. I stroked my fingers through her hair as she fingered herself while sucking my dick. I told her that I would use my mouth at the same time that she was - but she refused.

She came quickly and then pulled off of me. I groaned in disappointment. I'd just been getting close...

She giggled wickedly and crawled onto the bed and looked over her shoulders at me, her thighs spread enough so that I could see the tender interior of her cunny - glistening with her dew.

"I have a friend whose husband prefers her other hole," Nella said quietly. "If you were of a mind to try it, I would be willing."

"My beautiful queen," I said, "I love what you do with your mouth and I've no reason to use your other hole when such a tender treasure is spread before my eyes."

"Take me, my king," she purred. "Claim me once again."

We both moaned as I slid into her depths. She lay her face on the mattress and reached back beneath her to rub her clitoris. She reached back farther, caressed my balls, and ran her fingers up my shaft - even as I slid it in and out of her.

"Gods, I love this cock," she moaned. "The all-knowing father knew how my pussy craved the fullness of it. I've never felt so complete."

Nella came twice before I unloaded inside of her.

After that, we lay together and kissed and cuddled.

She played with my penis until it was ready for her again.

"I don't know when I'll see you again," she said. "I have time to recover while you're gone. I want you to absolutely ruin me."

I did my best. I fucked her deep, hard, and fast - in every position she could imagine.

I held her ankles to her ears and plowed her until we both came. I held her in my arms and bounced her on my shaft until we came again. For our third session, I lay on my back and she rode me like a prized pony until I filled her once more. Finally, she lay on her back and hung her head over the side of the bed. She reached up and held my hips, giving my butt little squeezes. She told me to fuck her throat as if it were her pussy. I expressed my concerns over hurting her but she insisted that I could heal her and should be unafraid.

Her full breasts were too tempting of a target and I squeezed them in my fists as I slid my cock through her mouth and down her esophagus. Soon, I was slamming my cock into her tight channel while she swallowed again and again - providing an overpowering suction that threatened to rip my semen from my body by force. My balls slapped against her face as I drove my aching prick into her - pushing for a release that I knew was going to be mind-blowing. When I finally erupted, I buried myself fully within her throat. I held myself there until the pulsing jets ended. I suddenly grew worried about how long she'd been holding her breath but - when I pulled out and checked her - she merely licked her lips and smiled up at me.

I rewarded her by rolling onto the bed, pulling her slippery cunt onto my mouth, and working to show her the same adoration that she'd just shown me. I licked, lapped, nibbled, and sucked her labia and clitoris - while finger-fucking her pussy - until she screamed as she came once again.

After that, we kissed and hugged and caressed one another until Kira called us for dinner.

Once the meal was ended, we joined the others for calisthenics, then story time, and then our nightly routine of carrying the sleeping children to their beds to be tucked in.

I kissed Rilla, Zima, and Hanna on the temple, hugged them, and told them that we'd see them as soon as we were able. Hanna whispered into Kira's ear (as she gave them hugs and kisses) that she wanted her to bring a dragon back with her. Kira grinned broadly and hugged her again.

"We'll see, my little angel," she whispered.

Once everyone was headed for bed, Kira and I dressed in the bodysuits that we used for our runs. We made our way to the ground floor, found a quiet corner of the courtyard, and I set my portal stone's home location.

The two of us faded from view, walked to the walls, used the stairs to get to the top, and then used our spider-glue magic to descend to the ground on the other side.

We walked until we could jog without anyone hearing us. We put boots on, and headed off into the night. We traveled under the cloak of a near-moonless night - as well as being invisible. Kira's skills had upgraded and we could both see not only each other - but also other units that were moving about stealthily.

We kept on the move all night long and did not even stop to eat until the sun was lightening the sky. We found a quiet place to hunker down and ate a quick bit of trail food before curling up on our bedrolls to recharge our bodies.

As the sun dove for the horizon, we took off again - still moving unseen across the landscape. We passed our own outposts and - a half-hour later - came to Sven's. We located the commander's quarters and listened in on a few conversations but didn't glean anything useful. We took off again.

Kira had given me a map of the kingdom and - for the most part - I had committed it to memory. I had a copy in my storage-device that Hanna had made for me (just in case). For the most part, however, I was just following Kira's lead.

The terrain here was rockier. The population didn't seem to be spread out as much as it was in our kingdom - likely because the land was not easy to farm. There were a few small homesteads that seemed to be focused on raising sheep and goats. The grassy areas - though infrequent - appeared to be everything that the animals desired.

We climbed some foothills - following time-worn paths. I turned to survey the land we had crossed and was astounded by the panoramic view. We climbed a bit more and then arrived at a massive grass-covered plateau that seemed to go on for miles.

It was well into the night by the time we came to the outskirts of what Kira said was their capital. We passed through a city gate that didn't even appear to be guarded. When I asked Kira about it, she just said that it was always like that.

A few miles later, we came to the walls around the royal holdings. We peeled off our shoes, climbed over, and began working our way inside. I asked Kira if we'd be better off to wait until morning - assuming that people were already asleep. She, however, stated that mages and spies usually made a practice of slinking about in the shadows. Those were the individuals that she wanted to check in on first.

Apparently, at some point in time, Kira had been transported here to meet the prince. She'd met the young man and (of course) hadn't been impressed. Relations between the two nations had grown even more tense after that. There were no open hostilities but there was also no friendship. Because of her previous visit, she mostly knew where we were headed.

After a couple hours of following people who ended up being on snack-runs instead of attending secret meetings, we came to the prince's quarters. The door was, obviously, guarded. Instead, we went to a nearby window, climbed the walls, and made our way to a balcony with an unlocked door.

The prince, it appeared, had yet to find a suitable mate. He had, however, found a young woman to help warm his bed. Kira and I snuck into his bedroom and stood by the headboard to watch the festivities. Kira stood on the right and I stood on the left.

The cute young servant girl was well-practiced at telling the prince what he wanted to hear as he plied her depths. For my part, I didn't see what there was to be so complimentary about but I had to admit that my new body was well more endowed than my old one.

Still, I had to resist making lewd remarks or even accidentally snorting with laughter as the young woman pulled at the man's hips, begging him to fill her pussy with his virile seed. She lamented the fact that the mage forced her to wear an amulet that prevented the prince's seed taking root within her. She assured him that she knew that it was only because the magic was so powerful that it was able to keep her from already having been knocked up with twins or triplets.

It wasn't until the young man called out the girl's name as he climaxed that we finally got something worth listening to.

As the pair of lovers enjoyed their afterglow, Kira mentally informed me that she was surprised to hear the name that the prince called out because - from her recollection - it was the name of his first cousin. She told me that she doubted that the servant girl had the same name because it was fairly unique. The girl had not reacted to him saying it as if it was anything unusual, however, and Kira was still trying to come up with reasons as to why that was.

As the prince lay in her arms, drifting into slumber, the girl stroked her fingers through his hair and asked him about several different secrets that she'd obviously like to get updates on. Thankfully, those secrets were exactly the ones that we wanted to hear about as well.

It seemed that Sven had captured a dragon egg or hatchling and was holding it hostage in a secret place. The hostage was used to extort magical information and services from the mother. The matron was furious but the king had warned her that - should anything happen to him or his heirs - the hatchling would be killed.

Once the two fell asleep, Kira and I slipped beneath the bed and closed our eyes to get some rest.

At daybreak, Kira checked in with Rilla to see how things were going. Rilla informed her that she and the girls had gone to pick up Valeri - who had finished the dresses for Dora, Nella, Rilla, and Monika. The water-caller was not at the palace so Valeri said that she'd connect with her later. The seamstress got the other three fitted. Rilla reported that Zima and Hanna had squealed with glee upon seeing the dresses on Dora and Nella - knowing that theirs would match those - and already looking forward to trying them on.

A few minutes after Kira's conversation with Rilla, we started picking up on magical tracers trying to search us out. Apparently, some mage somewhere had somehow detected the messages being transmitted in and out of the prince's bedroom and they were trying to pinpoint where the transmissions were originating from.

We slipped out from under the bed and out of the open window just before investigators came in to find the prince and the servant girl together in bed. Since they couldn't find traces of anyone else, suspicion fell on the servant and - of course - harsh words were exchanged loudly enough for us to easily follow the conversation.

We snuck into the king's chambers in time for him to receive a report that an investigation had been launched. He quickly waved away the messengers and returned to his breakfast. The servant girl beneath the breakfast table had kept up her assigned duties during the whole exchange.

When the king had finished his meal, he scooted his chair back, ordered the girl to bend over the end of the bed, and proceeded to leave his seed in a hole that guaranteed no bastard children would be born. The servant praised his virility but was not permitted to touch herself to get her own relief until the king left for the court. As soon as the monarch left, the girl rolled onto her back on his bed and fingered herself until she erupted - leaving a mess on the floor. She promptly got dressed and started cleaning up the king's quarters.

My naughty lover, of course, wanted to have sex on the king's bed. We waited until the maid carried the linens out of the room, then locked the door, and stripped off our clothes. She lay on the end of it and grabbed her knees. I stood on the floor and slid my cock all of the way inside.

She plied me with her tight twat - as well as all manner of vulgar, erotic, and suggestive exhortations as I plowed her hard and fast. She keened and moaned and told me that she wanted a massive load from me. When I warned her that it was coming, she quickly pulled herself off of me, and squatted by the foot of the bed.

The princess took my slippery cock in her right hand, sucked my balls into her mouth, slid two fingers from her left hand into her dripping twat, and looked up into my eyes. She stared up at me with lust in her eyes as she fingered herself, moaning, as she sucked my balls and furiously jacked my cock.

I cried out as my ejaculate began fountaining from the tip of my penis. She slid her tongue around between my nuts - encouraging them to give up every last drop. Meanwhile, her hand directed the jets of semen back and forth across the king's bare mattress - leaving the whole thing a giant gooey mess.

When the spurting stopped, she sucked and licked me clean and then stood to admire her work. Somebody was not going to be very happy.

The maid came back while we were getting dressed and tried to lift the latch. When it didn't open, she shook it and tried a little harder. After trying to open the door another time or two, she pounded on it for a while, and then tried the latch again. When she finally gave up, we turned invisible, unlocked the door, and slipped out of the window.

~~~ End of Chapter 10 ~~~

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