Locum Tenens 13

~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~

Rat invasion, continued... Read the chapters in the order they're written - to keep from missing out on any of the dreadful details. If the admins are as gracious as they are handsome, new chapters should appear each day until Loki's story finally comes to an end.

~~~ Sewage Swamp ~~~

We moved back from the noxious muck - leaving the three small fires to consume what they would. My boots were still making nasty squelching noises and I was no longer even tromping around in questionable puddles. The farther north we went, the more trees were still standing. Most were dead or dying - but there were more of them.

"If I managed to get these trees burning, where does this go?" I asked. "What would I risk from the fire passing to it that would be bad?"

The girls shrugged.

"I barely know anything about the city outside of the area that I lived in," Rilla admitted. "You have traveled through much more of the city than I ever have."

In the end, I decided not to risk it. I figured the trees were probably cut back from the city walls - but there could be farms and woodlots around the old swamp and I didn't want to eradicate anybody's livelihoods - or endanger their lives.

When we had traveled probably almost a mile north, we moved west and southward - heading back towards the mound that Hanna had pointed out. There were pools of standing water here - but it was just stagnant, fetid muddy water. Although I would have normally said that they stunk, these smelled like wildflowers compared to what I'd just been enduring.

Hanna tapped my shoulder and I stopped to see what she wanted. She slid down my body and went to join her sister on the hatchling's back. I had kind of forgotten what it was like to move around unencumbered - I bounced from foot to foot - ready to go on the offensive. The girls laughed at me.

We began moving forward again. Rilla took my right flank and the hatchling moved to Rilla's right. I felt a burst of energy flow through me and glanced over at her.

"Is that you, doing that?" I asked.

She grinned and nodded.

"Nice!"

We moved a little faster.

Soon, we were taking on attackers once again - and we slowed to a standstill to deal with them. The girls scooted a bit closer. As fast as I could, I began flinging damage at the approaching rats. Rilla began loosing arrows at them. We both tagged the same rat once and then, automatically, I focused straight ahead of me - as well as to the left - leaving a third of the front (plus all of the right) for her to manage.

When we had taken down the first wave and the flow was dwindling, we scooted up two paces and began again. Minute by minute, wave by wave, we advanced in the direction of the small raised mound that Hanna had been directing us towards.

Zima handled any rats that flanked Rilla and me... well... Zima and the hatchling. I watched the small dragon pounce on a rat as Hanna giggled. When the tiny dragon raised its feet, there was nothing left of the huge rat but a wet, bloody splotch.

Hanna called out to us when the waves changed angles. We shifted to face the new front and then adjusted again when she informed us that another wave was coming from a different direction.

Finally, we were probably a stone's throw from the edge of the mound. It was massive. If I threw a rock, I could hit the closest edge of the thing - but the farther edge was probably more than a stone's throw beyond that point. The thing was probably the size of a city block.

In the center of the mound were some of the biggest rats that I had ever seen. In the middle, there was a rat that stood like a man. Perhaps it had once been a rat; perhaps it had once been a man. All I knew was that this thing was the controlling force over all of these rodents. I decided that this was why Hanna had directed us here.

"You girls hold here," I said. "I'm going to run in and take that guy out."

"Are you sure?" Rilla asked.

"Can you hold here?" I asked in reply.

"I have no doubt," she answered. "I have a feeling they're all going to follow you to defend whatever that is. I think we should thin them a bit more."

"I agree," Hanna said. "We need to keep doing what we're doing. We're getting there."

"I'm sure we're already late for the rehearsal," I warned them, "and we smell like shit. We need to wrap this up..."

"A bit longer...," Hanna urged.

"I'll be right back...," I said, sprinting towards the rat king.

I could hear her give a little huff of unhappiness behind me and I couldn't help but grin. I used to exasperate my mother and now I was doing the same thing to my little girl - my very smart and talented little girl - who was sitting on a baby dragon. She was riding with her older sister - who was just as smart and just as talented. Then there was Rilla. She would turn 18 tomorrow - on our wedding day. She and I would be marrying an honest-to-God - er - gods - princess.

I shook my head in disbelief - thinking about Dexter asking me if I wanted to live a life that made a difference. In almost a month - my whole world - both my old world and this new one - had been completely turned upside-down.

The rat king heard or sensed me approaching and turned. Every rat between the two of us - or anywhere close by - raced to stop me. I pushed a little extra oomph into my legs. Teeth and claws tore at me as I ignored them and pressed on. I pumped my arms to run faster and mentally pushed magic spikes of damage out in a circle around my body. I was no longer really aiming - I was just sending them out in waves - skewering rodents of all sizes - leaving a path of destruction behind me - but still getting bogged down by the mass of the bodies - like trying to run through a huge pool of gelatin.

I roared in frustration and began pouring more power into my magical attacks. I was still more than a dozen paces from reaching the evil-looking bastard. In Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Splinter was a talking rat. He was a kindly father figure who taught the turtles to fight. This was a seething, nasty, fetid Splinter that had been brought back from the dead but who still had a corpse for a body. Chunks of it looked like they were about to come off.

I raged at the monster as I continued blasting attacks into all of the rats around me. I ripped one away from my throat that had sunk its jagged, rotten teeth into the side of my neck. I squeezed it in my fist until it popped and threw the broken body aside.

I fired more and more waves of damage at my attackers but more and more waves of attackers just kept climbing over the mounds of the dead and dying. The pile was nearly up to my shoulders now. The attackers were leaping at me from the tops of the piles.

I screamed out loud and pushed more and more magical damage in a sphere around my body - shredding everything around me. I could feel my strength beginning to fade. I had never before attacked this hard for this long.

Just when I began to worry that I might need to retreat back to the girls, a wave of energy flowed from my toes, up my ankles, up my legs, filled my belly, and then flooded my being.

"Told you...," Hanna said smugly.

"I'll never doubt you again," I replied with a smirk.

"Right...," she answered, shaking her head at me.

She sounded just like my mother. Maybe it was all in my head but my 10-year-old daughter in this world sounded just like my 50-year-old mother would have in my old world.

I laughed.

Rilla must have run out of arrows - because she was now flinging stones.

A rat came from the right and I saw a steamy puff of smoke blast it. I glanced back to see a very focused little dragon doing her damnedest to figure out how to breathe fiery flames like her mother.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Hanna had a dagger in her hand. So did Zima. They struck at any rats that got close enough. The hatchling pounced on another one and then roared at those that were advancing.

I focused back on sending out my attacks. It was easier now. It almost felt like I was sending twice as many as before.

Slowly but surely, I started being able to scoot up again - to advance towards the king of the vermin.

It wasn't big steps like before. It wasn't even baby-steps. Every inch was a battle. Every inch brought me closer to taking a shot at the guy running this shit-show.

I glanced back at the monster-thing as I polished off another wave. He was sweaty, waving his hands around one another. He was... casting...?

"Dad! Now! Attack!" Hanna screamed.

I began to push magical energy into my legs - hoping to vault over the pile of corpses - when I remembered that I had one more trick in my little bag.

As I teleported, I reached into my store-room and grabbed the cursed blade.

I landed beside the mutated rodent-man and swung the blade down hard - hoping to cleave him in half. He ducked backwards at the same time he twisted sideways - and I only managed to cut through his robes and slice a shallow line from his shoulder to his belly.

He screamed in rage and staggered back.

The cut wasn't that deep - far from a mortal wound - and I gaped at him - wondering why he was reacting so violently - and then I realized what blade was in my hand. I quickly stored it away.

I looked back at him to see the necrotic curse trying to take hold. He was fighting it somehow - regenerating to try to stem the spread of the damage - but he was losing. I pulled the poisoned blade from my belt with my left hand and flicked it at him - praying that I got it right this time and I wouldn't just bounce the pommel off of his chest.

Whether I was getting better - or just lucked out - or whether the All-Father intervened on my behalf - the point of the blade pierced his chest right in front of his heart - and the mass of the rest of the blade shoved the point all of the way in.

He gasped. He'd been so focused on fighting the decay from the cursed blade that he'd never seen the poisoned dagger coming. I walked up, reclaimed my blade, and sheathed it. I wanted it out of his body before the decay got to it.

As I pulled the blade free, he fell backwards. The light in his eyes was already fading as he fell. His body landed with a thud on the water-logged earth.

Once the rat king was dead, the rodents were far less focused on attacking. We mopped up all of those on the mound and then started making our way north and east - avoiding the piss-pools but trying to get out of the nasty swamp as fast as possible.

We got to high ground and I made everybody strip down to their underclothes. My little girls were embarrassed and Rilla was blushing - especially when I did the same - but I immediately set fire to our clothing and then began calling water so that we could get the literal shit off of us as fast as possible.

Once again, the hatchling was more interested in playing than bathing. Zima and Hanna took soap that Rilla pulled from her storage-item and scrubbed the little dragon's feet and legs. Once she was free of contaminants, I told her to move so that the others could get clean as well. She huffed at me but moved to the side. I told her that I'd find a way to get her into the shower at the palace when we were done. She calmed down after that.

Rilla and the girls faced away from me and scrubbed. I rinsed them all clean and then closed my eyes while they grabbed new underclothes from their storage-items and started drying off and getting dressed in better things. I warned them that Kira was probably going to make them shower again because we all still kind of reeked of shit and piss.

Once the girls were taken care of, I had them face away from me and I started cleaning myself. I complained that the soap smelled like wildflowers and the three of them laughed at me.

I threw my wet underclothes with theirs, dried myself off, and then changed into fresh clothes. I sent heat into the last of our clothing until it dried and then caught fire. Rilla told me to throw the soap in with the clothes - saying that she didn't want to risk it carrying any traces of what we had just scrubbed off of us.

"There you are!" Kira gasped. "I've been searching all over for you!"

"We killed the rat king, stepmother," Hanna reported.

The princess already had her mouth open - ready to lay into me again - but that brought her up short.

The training director came up a moment later and asked for details. We told him what we had done - and where to find the corpse. I warned him that I'd cut it with the cursed blade and that there might not be much left. He said that he would check it out.

With that dismissal, Kira informed us that we needed to be moving at a fast jog. The girls hopped on the hatchling's back. The other three of us jogged along behind them - letting the little dragon set the pace - and following her own scent back to the palace again.

It was nearly dusk by the time we got back to the courtyard. Kira, Nella, Dora, and Monika guided us and the orphans through everything that would take place the following day. When I asked Kira why her father and brother didn't have to attend practice, she informed me that they'd already been there and had given up waiting on us. After that close call with a tongue-lashing, I just closed my mouth and followed directions.

Once the rehearsal had finished, Mila came up to us.

"I took bread and stew to your quarters," she told the girls.

"What about me?" I asked, pretending to sound offended that I'd been left out.

"You're sleeping somewhere else tonight," Kira told me. "Mila will see that you're fed and safely tucked in."

Kira gave her cousin a wink. Mila looked a little flustered. I glanced back and forth between the two.

Hanna and Zima gave me hugs and kisses. The hatchling came over and wanted hugs too. When I bent down to hug her neck, she licked my face. When I stood up, Rilla embraced me, licked my face, and then laughed - and then she blushed harder than I'd ever seen her do before.

I laughed, hugged her back, and kissed her on the temple.

"I thought it was hilarious," I told her. "I can't wait for tomorrow."

She nodded - and then blushed again - and turned to go take Zima and Hanna's hands.

Kira came up next and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pressed her lips to mine and kissed me hard.

"We'll officially be husband and wife tomorrow," she said. "I have gotten so used to calling you 'husband' that I sometimes forget that it hasn't happened yet."

I gripped her firm butt in my hands and kissed her again. She went off with Rilla and the girls.

Nella came next. Over her shoulder, I looked to see Dora give me a wink and then head off - hand in hand with Monika.

The curvy widow put her arms around my ribs. I snuck a quick pinch at both of her nipples before I slid my arms around her.

"You're my naughty MILF," I told her quietly.

"What's a MILF?"

"In my old world, the letters stood for mom I'd like to fuck," I told her.

"I'm not a mother," she said, looking into my eyes.

"For you, maybe married lady that I like to fuck - as often as I can...," I told her.

"I'm so glad you rescued me... well... and then you and Kira rescued me again, she said.

She pressed her lips to mine and kissed me deeply. I groped her hefty breasts as we made out.

"You're not supposed to do such things in public, naughty man," she whispered - while giving me a lusty look.

"I can't help it," I told her. "Your titties were just meant to be squeezed."

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said, getting one last kiss. "Don't have too much fun..."

I watched her butt wiggle as she headed across the courtyard. Since she wasn't officially part of my wives, I had kind of figured that I would spend the night in her bed.

I turned to find Mila watching me.

"Hungry yet?" she asked.

"Definitely," I replied. "Did you happen to save me a loaf of bread?"

"It's staying warm in the kitchen - with your stew," she said.

I followed a half-step behind and to the left of the cook. Mila was a head shorter than me. She had dirty blonde hair - not that it was dirty - but it was streaked with darker strands here and there. Her hair was mostly straight - falling down over her head and face past her shoulders. She usually kept it pulled up when she was working. It was down now.

Mila reminded me of the classic trailer-park princess. Her looks, words, and features were naughty and teasing. Her waist was fairly narrow - which made her mommy mounds seem larger. Her clothing struggled to contain her ample breasts. I longed to know what her nipples looked like when they were stiff. I imagined that they were thick and long - and that she would run her fingers through my hair and moan as I suckled them.

Mila's ass wasn't large but - again - her narrow waist made her hips and ass more eye-catching. She wasn't as endowed as Nella - or quite as over-the-top sexy as Monika - but her lusty looks, flirtatious body movements, and suggestive speech always had me wanting to grab a handful of her ass. She usually hid her sultry figure beneath oversized clothing and her apron but she still turned me on. Kira had been whispering with her sexy cousin for so long - all while the cook gave me doe-eyed looks. I wondered if I was finally going to find out why.

I suddenly realized that Nala - her 5-year-old - wasn't trailing her like she normally did.

"Where's Nala?" I asked.

"She's staying over with Alia and Lia," Mila replied.

"I'm glad they get along well," I told her. "I was a bit worried that first time they met."

"They almost get along too well," Mila said. "Honestly, I'd love to adopt the girls but I can barely manage Nala and get my work done. It's better now that she's older. When the three of them are together, they're either fabulous helpers - or just causing me and the other cooks more work!"

I laughed. Mila glanced sideways at me and grinned. She looked at me a moment longer and then blushed again.

We arrived at the kitchens and Mila pointed me to a spot at the table where the cooks usually ate.

"Let me just grab it for you," she said.

She brought a pair of mugs and the breadboard first. She set the bread down. A small crock of butter sat on its edge with a knife. She set a mug by me and the other across the table.

"Start on that and I'll grab the stew," she said.

I tore off a chunk of bread, got more than my fair share of butter on the knife, and slathered it on the warm crusty bread. I moaned as I bit into it. It was the perfect blend of firm on the outside and pillowy (and steamy) soft on the inside.

A bowl and spoon appeared in front of me and then Mila headed across the room behind me.

I'd already tucked two spoonsful of stew into my mouth (and pretty much swallowed them down without even chewing) when I heard the latch on the door. That was odd because the kitchen door was almost always...

My mouth fell open.

It was a damned good thing I had already swallowed what had been in my mouth a moment before - or it would have been running down the front of my shirt.

Mila the cook - Kira's third cousin - was wearing nothing but an apron and a smile.

Her pillowy tits were threatening to escape from the sides of the stained white covering. The waist of the thing was cinched up and it made her breasts look even larger than normal. Her nipples were stiff. The things were thicker than any that I'd seen except maybe Nella's. The two hard teats were threatening to push their way through the apron's thin material.

The bottom of the apron barely covered Mila's groin. Her hands fretted with the hem and she inadvertently pulled the bottom up - giving me a glimpse of her thick flaxen bush. Her legs were narrow - like her arms and hips. Her thighs were a little thicker - but she had hips and an ass that looked even thicker - given her shorter stature.

I realized that she had stopped moving. She was standing a pace or two away from her seat. I looked up into her eyes.

"Guess I just figured out why Nala's having a sleepover," I said with a smile.

"Kira's been promising to let me have you to myself since she returned to the palace," Mila said. "I've been bugging her since I knew the two of you were... uh... bonded."

"Bonded?"

"You might not be married... but you... even when you came to the palace by yourself... you acted like you had someone special. When Kira returned, I knew who that was. When I saw how you acted with the others, I... I've been a little aggressive... asking how much longer I'd have to wait. I don't know if this was her plan all along but she's given me the night before your wedding to make it special. I love my cousins to pieces. Half of the palace think's Nala is Kiro's. It's not true. Kiro just took me under his wing when Nala's father abandoned us."

"I had wondered...," I told her.

"We give each other shit like we're siblings - cuz we pretty much grew up together. I like to say that I was more distraught than the king when Kira disappeared - but her father missed her terribly."

"So, you're my last wild fling before I settle down to married life, huh?" I teased.

Mila didn't answer me. She walked up to the table, got down on her knees, and then disappeared beneath it.

"Eat," she ordered. "You're going to be busy soon."

As I took the next bite, Mila's nimble fingers began undoing the tie on my pants. I tore off another chunk of bread, smeared butter on it, and got half of it into my mouth before she pulled the tie loose and began working to get my pants done. I dipped the last bit of bread into the stew before popping it into my mouth - as she pulled the loincloth thing off of me. I scooped up another bite of stew and stuck it into my mouth. I'd just begun chewing when Mila took the head of my penis between her lips and swirled her tongue around it. I groaned.

"Eat," she ordered again.

I swallowed down the bite of stew as she swallowed the rest of my dick - taking it all into her mouth - and part of the way down her throat.

Either she was naturally talented or Nella had been teaching her a thing or two.

She pulled off of me and worked her tongue around the head again. I dared to hurry and take another bite. I chewed quickly and got it down just before she began bobbing her head - sliding me in and out of her mouth. Her lips were wrapped tightly around me and it felt like I was sliding my dick in and out of the mouth of a vagina. That thought made me wonder how that would feel. I was pretty sure that was coming soon. I hurriedly took another bite of stew.

Mila had a good pace going and I speedily worked to polish off the rest of my meal. I tore off another piece of bread and wiped out the bowl. As soon as the bite was in my mouth, she sucked my cock all of the way into her esophagus again. I nearly choked on the bread.

Mila kept the suction dialed up to 11. She started swallowing - over and over. The pressure to cum was building. I swallowed down the last bite of my food and gripped the edge of the table in my fist.

"Fuck...," I groaned. "Fuck..."

I had gotten so wound up - watching Nella and Kira playing together - and it had been days since I'd cum. I wasn't going to be able to stand much more.

"Mila... Mila... stop..."

She sucked and swallowed and I thought I was cooked.

Suddenly, she pulled off of me with a pop.

"What?" she asked.

"I want to watch," I told her.

"Okay," she said. "I kind of want to look in your eyes when you feed your seed to me."

I scooted the bench back and looked down at her. She had her tits hanging out of the sides of her apron. She'd been pinching and pulling on her nipples as she sucked my dick.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous...," I told her.

"Kira's gorgeous," she said. "I'm just..."

"You're just gorgeous a different way," I told her. "Lay down on the bench and I'll show you something Kira will probably never be able to do - something I've always wanted to do."

I stood, stripped off my clothes, and helped her lie down on the wooden bench. I pulled her tits the rest of the way out of the sides of her apron, bunched the material together between her breasts, and pressed them together. I straddled her ribs and slid my stiff cock between her pillowy milk-duds.

"Oh, fuck...," I moaned.

The head of my penis emerged from the top of her perfect breasts and she grinned up at me, stuck out her tongue, and licked the head - dragging the rough surface of her tongue along my sensitive tip and hole.

"Fuck, yes, Mila... Just like that... You beautiful cocksucker..."

I slid my aching manhood in and out of her velvety tit-flesh probably a dozen times. Her hands wrapped around my hips and grabbed my ass. She pulled me higher and higher - wanting more and more of my cock in her mouth. As much as I loved fucking her jugs, I definitely wanted to feed her a personalized protein shake. I let her pull me higher.

She pulled me off-balance and I fell forward - throwing my hands out to catch myself on the seat of the bench. Mila cupped my balls in her hand, squeezed my ass with the other, and sucked me straight down her throat. My ball sack was hanging against her chin. As she sucked and swallowed, she caressed my balls - lovingly telling them that she wanted everything they had to offer.

I cried out and then groaned as my balls surrendered. My seed exploded from my testicles, raced down my shaft, and began firing down the cook's tight throat. She squeezed my ass again and my hips jerked - thrusting my manhood a little farther down her esophagus. She squeezed my ass once more and - when I didn't repeat the thrust - she swatted me on the butt. I thrusted into her throat again and she sucked and swallowed. My semen was still blasting from my jizz-nozzle - squirting and spurting straight towards Mila's tummy.

I looked down to see her sucking my dick like it was some kind of fruit-flavored candy stick. She looked up and caught my eyes. I'd never seen a woman look happier to have a man's jism pumping down her throat as she held his cock buried in her esophagus.

Mila squeezed my butt again and then gave a little push that told me that she was ready for me to stand up. I was a little unsteady on my feet. I felt like all of the strength had been sucked out of my body. Something had definitely been sucked out. I gave a little shudder and stood up a little straighter.

"Fuck, Mila," I said. "That was amazing!"

I picked her up and hugged her to my naked body. As I kissed her, I carried her around to the end of the table - the opposite end from where the mugs, bowl, and breadboard lay. I set her on the edge of the table and flipped the bottom of her apron up.

"What...? What are you doing?" she asked.

"Dessert," I told her.

I ducked my head under the bottom of the apron, threw the cloth over my head, and burrowed my nose into her thick thatch of golden pubes - searching out her buried treasures.

I nuzzled and burrowed in - chasing the scent of wild honey. When I found her slit, I slid the tip of my tongue within and dug up and down a bit. Her thick bush tickled my face but I loved it. I'd never eaten a pussy with a giant beaver like this and I planned to enjoy myself.

For her part, Mila groaned and moaned and wriggled and writhed. She grabbed the apron and squeezed - pulling at my hair. I couldn't tell if she was pulling or pushing - or both - but she seemed to like what I was doing - and I hadn't even gotten to the good part yet.

Either I was struggling to burrow into her furrow - or it was smaller than the others that I'd munched. I chased it to the top and found her clitoris - hiding in its little cave - tucked deep into the thick foliage - away from prying eyes.

I used the tip of my tongue to tease and tempt it - finally getting it to peek out of its hiding place. I nuzzled it and lapped at it. When it got comfortable with what I was doing, I kissed it - then licked it - then sucked it.

Mila screeched and her body jerked. Her back arched up off of the table and then slammed down again. This time, she was definitely pushing me away. I hadn't gone far, however, before she was pulling me back in again.

"Not... not so... so much...," she ordered.

I nuzzled back through the flaxen forest - searching out my shy little friend. When I found her again, I hugged her with my lips - just holding her. Mila moaned and wriggled.

"Yes..."

I gave it the slightest bit of suction - nothing harsh - just a deeper hug - longer...

"Fuck..."

I eased my tongue between my lips - pressing on her little button a bit - but keeping the sweet suction going. She moaned and writhed a little more.

I slowly circled the tip of my tongue around the little nub. It tried to duck back into its cave but I just held it close.

"Loki... Gods... Kira never told... me... uh!... that... Oh...!"

Her body shuddered - and then she kind of melted. I stayed with her clitoris a moment or two longer and then dragged my tongue down her slit again. Her labia had spread apart. Her pink furrow was open wide now - inviting me in. Mila's sexy nectar was running down it like a little waterfall. I lapped up her sweetness - causing her to wriggle and writhe - and shudder through several miniature convulsions.

Her climax had rejuvenated my balls and my cock was ready for more of this sexy woman. I dragged my tongue up her quim, licked her clitoris once more, and then stood to my feet.

Mila grabbed my head in her hands and pulled my lips to hers. The sweet slickness of her girl-jizz was still wet on my face. She giggled as we kissed. After making out until she was breathless, she kissed and licked her nectar from my lips and cheeks.

"That was amazing...," she purred.

"If you're ready for more...," I told her.

She looked into my eyes and nodded, nibbling her bottom lip.

I glanced at the door as someone rattled the latch.

"Ignore them," she ordered.

By the time the person - whoever it was - gave up, I was sliding my cock inside of her - or trying.

"Gods, you're tight!" I complained - though I definitely was not complaining. It felt amazing. "How are you this tight after having a kid?"

She gave me an innocent, doe-eyed look and said, "I haven't had sex since the night Nala was conceived."

She was too adorable. I kissed her gently, unable to give words to my thoughts. This sweet girl had probably gotten pregnant when she was barely a woman - and hadn't had another man since then. With a body as amazing as hers, it was almost a crime.

My cock slipped a little deeper inside and we both moaned. Her vagina was only accepting a little of me at a time. I wanted desperately to be fully sheathed inside of her but I had to admit that the build-up was just as delicious as it was agonizing.

"Mila, you sexy bitch. I'm gonna cum before I even get it all of the way in...," I complained. "I completely forgot that I wanted to suck your tits before I fucked you..."

"Later...," she said.

Her lips found mine again. Her kisses were hungry - almost feral. Her tight little pussy was gnawing on every inch of my cock - as more and more of it entered her.

"I... I don't... think... it's my pussy," she complained. "You're bigger... uh... than... you look. Mighty Father, help me!"

"That's it, sweet girl," I said. "Tell the All-Father to make this pussy just a little tighter and Kira is going to have some serious competition."

"Don't say that...," Mila said quietly. "I'm so fucking smitten with you but I wouldn't do that to her. I'm not sure she'd even been with a man before you... and Rilla is such a sweetie too. I love hearing you say it but please take it back."

I stopped pushing my cock into her and looked into her eyes.

"You are sweet, tender, and lovely," I told her. "I love how you worry about others but maybe you should worry a little about you..."

"Uncle Korl and his family have always taken care of me," she explained. "I owe them everything. Even when I picked a lousy first bed-partner, they patted my arms, hugged me, and told me that we'd see it through. They were so relieved when he disappeared as soon as I told him that I was pregnant. Sometimes, I wonder if Uncle Korl had him killed to help me get away from him long enough to get my head on straight. I should have seen - at the time - how much of a loser her father was - but I couldn't."

I gave the lovely cook a tender kiss.

"Well, I have no problem sliding my cock into your tight little cunny if Kira allows it but I'd rather you found somebody to really take care of you and Nala..."

"She adores you...," Mila said. "It makes my pussy hurt when she talks about you."

"She's been spending too much time with Alia and Lia," I replied grinning.

"All the girls want you to be their father - and all of the women want you to father their children...," Mila said with a grin.

"Let's just worry about whether or not I can get my cock all of the way inside of you before it explodes," I told her. "I can't father any children if I can't get my seed into your womb."

"I would love to have your child," Mila replied - giving me another doe-eyed look.

I pushed a little deeper. I was almost there. Her pussy was so damned tight! Thank the All-Father.

For a split-second, I thought I heard him say, "You're welcome." I'm sure it was just my imagination.

Mila's hands were stroking the back of my neck. My hands were on her ass that was perched on the end of the table the cooks ate at. Her legs were wrapped around my hips. Her thighs tensed - trying to help get a little more of my cock inside of her. My balls were brushing against the edge of the table. We were almost home.

I pushed, she pulled, and I slid a little deeper.

"You feel so good...," she moaned.

"I was just going to say the same thing to you," I told her.

She giggled. I was growing more and more fond of her little sounds. She pulled my head down and we kissed again. She pulled my ass a little harder and I slipped the rest of the way in.

"Gods! Yes!" she crowed. "I feel so full."

I squeezed her taut ass in my fists and started to pull back so I could thrust.

"No! Wait just a minute...," she ordered.

Her lips devoured mine. Her arms tightened around my neck. She kissed me and kissed me.

Deep down inside of her channel - at the center of her very being - I felt a slickness spreading. Her body shuddered with tiny little waves - like someone had thrown a stone into a pond.

"Oh... fuck...," she moaned.

"Did you... just cum?" I asked her.

She pressed her face to my shoulder - and then bit me - and came harder still. It was so sweet and feral at the same time that I lost track of what I was doing. I groaned as my balls slipped away from the controls I'd placed on them. I felt my jizz racing down my cock - and gave a little growl as my seed began filling the beautiful woman in my arms.

"Yes...," Mila moaned. "Fuck, yes... Fill me, Loki. Breed me. Let me bear your child..."

"I... I need to talk to Kira...," I told her.

"I know...," she said. "We've talked about it but she wanted to wait. We have an agreement but she needs to talk to Rilla and you. I just... I've been fantasizing about you breeding me. Sorry."

"Don't apologize," I told her. I'm definitely okay with you thinking about me breeding you - cuz I will most likely be thinking about it every time I cum inside of you."

Her kisses were feral again - hungry and wild - insatiable. She didn't stop kissing me until she ran out of air. Even then, her mouth was pressed against mine - just turned to the side so that she could suck air into her lungs.

The kitchen door rattled again.

Mila looked up at me and snickered.

"It actually might be one of the cooks," she said. "I asked them to watch the place. I told them that I'd be in my room."

"Well, then," I said. "We should definitely move this party to your room."

She giggled and kissed me again - flexing her thighs to pull me a little deeper inside. I realized that I still hadn't even properly fucked her yet.

We finally separated after the third time the door rattled. We got dressed, put away our things, and moved to the door hand-in-hand.

The girl at the door glanced at Mila - then me - and then the cook again.

"So...?" she asked, grinning wickedly.

"Later," Mila said quickly and firmly.

We slipped past the girl and I heard a hand swat Mila on the ass - followed by a giggle that trailed off towards the ovens.

Mila's apartment was towards the back of the palace - almost just above the kitchens. It had a small sitting room, two bedrooms, and a little bathing room and privy.

She made sure the door was locked and then dragged me straight to the bedroom, shoving the door closed just before she shoved me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. We kissed and cuddled for a bit - still fully clothed. That didn't last long though.

Our clothing began to hit the floor as our mouths wandered. I kissed her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, her neck - and then I got my mouth on those glorious jugs of hers - and sucked her nipples until she whined and pushed me away.

"You're making my pussy ache...," she complained.

"I have ointment for that...," I told her with a grin.

"Do you...?" she asked, grinning wickedly.

"You'll have to squeeze it out of the tube...," I warned her.

"Maybe I'll start with my mouth," she said. "You know - just to... uh... prime the pump."

"Prime the... you've seen the designs for the windmills?" I asked.

"Uncle Korl's craftsmen have several installed. There's one in the palace courtyard - although it doesn't get a very good breeze. I asked how it worked."

Her lips wrapped around the head of my dick and she sucked me halfway inside. I forgot all about windmills and pumps - well - actually - I did pump my cock a little farther into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head and I just about went insane. I was still a little tender from our coupling - and she was wicked with that tongue of hers.

She got me down her throat and swallowed several times before I pushed her off - warning her that the ointment wasn't going to get anywhere near her aching pussy. She giggled and rolled onto her back, pulling me on top of her.

We made out for a bit and then she reached down, grabbed my cock, and slid it up and down her fuzzy furrow. She lined me up and I fed her beaver my hard wood - one inch at a time.

"Gods, yes!" she crowed. "Get that fat cock back inside of me. Show my pussy who it belongs to."

"I'm not sure..."

"My pussy belongs to you," Mila said firmly. "I'll wait my turn. I'll be patient. I thought Nala's father was well-endowed. From what the others said, he was. You... You're a fucking monster. You're also one of the sweetest men that I've ever met. I'm yours, Loki. If you tell me this is never happening again, I'll just hide away and sulk - but your wife-to-be has included me in her plans and I couldn't be more delighted. Your cock feels so perfect inside of me."

"I think it feels pretty damned good too," I told her.

"Then I'm ready for that ointment - cuz my pussy's on fire..."

She tried to get her legs around me again - so I hooked my elbows under her knees - and buried my shaft inside of her.

"Fuck me, you beautiful man..."

I looked down into Mila's eyes - those adoring doe-eyed orbs - begging me to fill her with my seed.

"Fast and hard...," she ordered. "The last one was beautiful. Unleash the beast..."

She did something with her vaginal muscles and her pussy spasmed and squeezed around my prick - up and down my length. I growled and pulled out of her - and then slammed back in again.

"Yes!"

Each time I slammed into her, she crowed, purred, cooed, moaned, or cursed.

Soon, the bedroom echoed with the sounds of my thighs smacking against her legs, my ball sack slapping against her ass, and the sucking and squelching sounds of our slippery, messy sexes sliding against each other. Her pussy sucked at my cock as I pulled out - and then squeezed me as I drove back into her again.

Mila groped her breasts and nibbled her bottom lip. She grabbed her stiff nipples and pulled - hard - deforming her breasts until the nipples slipped from her grasp and her plump titties fell back against her body - where they shook and wiggled and jiggled from the intense fucking that I was giving her.

"Fuck me, Loki," she demanded. "Plow my pussy and seed my womb. Breed me with your spawn. I'll be your perfect little breeding mare. Fill me, stud. Let your strong seed find my egg and let us create life together..."

I'd been close already - and the images that Mila painted in my mind sent me over the edge of the abyss. I roared as my balls evacuated and a load of creamy molten fire raced up my cock.

Just before I erupted in her, Mila said, "I love you..."

She looked up into my eyes with such a loving devotion. Jet after jet of my seed fired deep inside of her - probably painting the very entrance to her womb - and she just held me in place and welcomed it. I came and came until I felt like there was not a drop of fluids (in any form) left in my body.

Mila wrapped me up in her arms and her legs and pulled the blankets on top of us. The lamp was still burning but my eyes closed and I faded - even as I felt her kisses against my forehead, temple, and cheeks.

The lusty cook woke me twice during the night. The first time, I was on my back and she was sucking my cock. As soon as she got me hard, she rode me - slowly and gently - as I tugged on her tits. She lay down on me just before she climaxed. Her release set me off and I joined my climax to hers.

The second time, I must have slept through the blowjob - either that or I had morning wood and she decided to just climb on. She was a wild woman this time - groaning and cursing. When she came, she dug her fingers into my chest and roared at me. Once again, she convinced my balls to give up their load.

She collapsed on top of me and was already snoring. I pulled the blanket back over the two of us and closed my eyes.

~~~

Mila and I woke up later than either of us usually rose from our beds. We kissed and cuddled for a couple of minutes and then she said that she needed to get to the kitchens. We moved to the privy where I found that she had one of the new showers. The water was a little cooler than I liked but the company made up for it - and I needed to be awake - I had a busy day ahead.

Mila and I cleaned each other up and then she dropped to her knees and looked up into my eyes as she stroked my cock.

"I'm just going to drain your balls and then I'm sending you off to your wives," she said.

I groaned as she twisted the head of my prick around inside of her closed fist - torturing me.

"My pussy's clean and it'll be waiting for you when it's time again but - for now - just look me in the eyes and let me see when I've succeeded."

I caressed her cheek as she slid my rigid rod between her lips, across her tongue, and down her throat. She grinned, teased her fingertips over my ball sack, and began sucking and swallowing.

I brushed the hair from her eyes, told her what a gorgeous, talented, amazing woman she was. I told her that I cared about her and Nala and hoped that they would always be a part of my life.

I started to close my eyes - to just enjoy what she was doing - but she slapped my thigh and gave me a cross look. I laughed and bent down to give her left nipple a yank. She grinned and then sucked harder and swallowed faster. I cupped her cheeks in my hands and groaned as my balls erupted. I watched her face as she continued to swallow. I watched each spurt chase down her throat - heading for her tummy. I imagined what that tummy would look like when it was swollen with my child - and one last spurt erupted from my cock. Mila swallowed that down as well and then stood. She hugged me and kissed me. I played with her perfectly plump breasts and kissed her as long as she begged for more.

"Enough," she said, finally, "or I'll never let you go."

We got dried off and moved to her bedroom to get dressed. She bent to pick up her clothes and I couldn't resist sliding a fingertip up through her bushy golden curls to caress her pussy lips. She laughed and swatted my hand.

"Stop!" she ordered. "Gods, you tempt me so! Get dressed and get out of here before my cousin has us both dragged off to the dungeons..."

"Breakfast?" I asked.

She huffed at me but the corners of her mouth had enough of a curl to tell me that she wasn't really mad at me.

"Follow me to the kitchens, if you must," she said.

"I'd follow that ass anywhere," I answered.

She dodged the swat that I'd tried to give her rounded rump and ducked out of her apartment and down the hall - leaving me to close the place up.

I momentarily considered leaving a cum-stain on her pillow but feared that Nala would be the one to find it and decided to control myself.

I got to the kitchens shortly after her but the hens were already clucking - she was surrounded by the rest of the kitchen staff and trying to fend off their questions - warning them that I was coming to get something to eat.

When I stepped through the door, every eye turned to devour me - to decide for themselves the truth of what had happened - or to see if I would tell.

"A husk," I said, trying to keep from grinning. "I'm a mere husk of what I was before that woman took me and used me. I lay powerless as she sucked every ounce of..."

"Cream?" one offered.

"... energy... from my body," I told them. "She pounded my..."

"Cock?" another suggested.

"... body... into a whimpering mass," I continued, "ignoring my screaming..."

"Climaxes?" the oldest said, grinning.

"... complaints... as she took from me - not caring whether I lived or died," I finished.

The clutch of hens left Mila and surrounded me.

"Whatever could we do to make you whole again?" one asked, grinning wickedly.

"Bread and jam?" I asked.

She huffed at me - clearly and completely disappointed - while the others cackled with laughter and dispersed - each to their duties.

I knew they'd be back to clucking again as soon as I left - so I took the proffered treats and bid them good day.

I headed outside, found a shady spot to sit, and enjoyed my bread, butter, and fruity conserves.

I felt like a turd for asking but I caught a servant who was carrying dirty dishes and asked if I could add my things to his pile. He obliged me and I thanked him for saving me the trip - as well as for keeping me away from the hens. He grinned at that and took off.

I was just trying to figure out where I should probably be when the tutors came out with the orphans - carrying baskets of flowers. I waved a greeting at them and they headed my direction.

"Hi, Loki!" Alia, Lia, and Nala said, rushing over.

"Hello, beautiful ladies," I replied. "What are you up to today?"

"Lessons are cancelled!" they announced excitedly.

"Wonderful," I said, grinning up at one of the tutors.

"What are you up to then?"

"We're making little flower arrangements for the ceremony!" they clamored, showing me their baskets.

"Alia," I said. "You have lots of daisies - or at least that's what we used to call them."

"They're daisies," she confirmed, nodding.

"Have you ever made a chain of daisies?" I asked her.

She had not but - apparently - the tutor had. The girls sat down with me and the teacher and I taught the little ones how to chain daisies together. Soon, everyone had a crown of daisies on their heads.

Kira found us as the girls were dancing around, holding hands, with their fairy crowns. She laughed at them and then listened carefully as they told her how we'd made the things. Finally, she told them that she needed to talk to me.

She pulled me to my feet and squeezed my butt as she claimed a hug and a kiss.

"I've just sent a message to Rilla that I've found you. You weren't answering us," she said, pouting.

"Shit! I'm sorry," I told her. "I wasn't aware that I could turn the talking-stones off. Maybe it did it while Mila and I were... talking," I said, noticing suddenly that I had little eyes and ears around me.

Kira laughed.

"Rilla is sending Valeri here," she said. "You need to try on the suit of clothes that I had her make for you. After that, I believe my father and brother would like a moment or two. When you're finished with those appointments, come back here. It will be easier to find you here and we'll end up here for most of the rest of the day anyway."

I spied Valeri and Monika approaching. Kira squeezed my butt again, claimed another kiss, and then sent me off.

I followed the pair back to our rooms and they led me to the bedroom. Valeri stuck her head inside and squeaked. Monika looked in and then quickly pulled the door shut.

"Let's try a different room," she said.

"Who's in there?" I asked.

"Not a who," Monika answered. "I think it's already been made up for tonight and I'd hate to spoil the surprise."

We entered the guest bedroom - where Rilla had been staying - and Monika closed the door behind us. I turned to Valeri.

"The surprises that we... well you... that you made for me?"

She patted the shoulder pack that she'd been carrying.

"Monika, can you hide those - either in the bedroom or someplace where the surprise won't be spoiled - but that we can grab later?"

Valeri handed the hand-wrapped packages over and the water-caller's eyes widened when she saw her name.

"No peeking!" I threatened.

She and Valeri both giggled.

She slipped out of the room and I looked at the seamstress.

"How are you doing?" I asked. "Should I...?"

"I'm well," she said. "I'm excited to see how everyone likes the dresses."

I started to get undressed.

"Ah... let's... uh... wait for Monika," she said.

"Wouldn't want to make that husband of yours jealous," I agreed.

She nodded but immediately looked distracted by something.

Monika returned and I stripped to my waist-covering. I seriously needed to draw up a pair of boxers for Valeri to make for me.

The seamstress blushed crimson and pulled out a small garment and handed it to me. I unfolded it to find almost exactly what I had just been thinking of.

"Yes!" I gasped excitedly.

Without thinking, I threw my arms around Valeri and kissed her on the lips. I suddenly realized what I had done and we both jumped back.

"Sorry!" I said.

"No... not a problem," she replied. "I... uh... made two more - if those fit."

I spun to face away from them, untied the waist-covering thing, and dropped it to the floor. Valerie gasped.

"Nothing quite like having a woman react to your bare ass like that," I teased.

I quickly bent and pulled on the boxers, hoping I wasn't showing off my ball-sack as I did. If she saw, she didn't react. Monika was already giggling and - when I turned around to tie the shorts closed - Valeri was still blushing.

"Amazing!" I told her. "I was just thinking that I needed to talk to you about..."

"A wedding present from me," she said.

"No matter what else I get, these will be my favorite, guaranteed," I told her.

"They're very handsome, master Loki," Monika said, giving me a lusty wink.

"They'd look even better around my ankles when I've bent you over the bed to..."

I noticed that Valeri's hands were covering her face. I stopped before I made it worse.

"They're very nice, Valeri," I said. "If you have the measurements for the prince and the king, I think they'd probably like them as well."

"I agree," Monika said. "They look very good on you and appear to be much more comfortable than what men usually wear."

The outfit that Monika and Valeri had brought me here to try on was very similar to what the king wore - but with a bit of the color from the orphans' wedding clothes worked into it. I suspected that the blue was Kira's favorite.

Valeri, of course, had tailored the suit to fit me perfectly enough that no alterations or adjustments were required. I was able to move freely in the thing. It was one of the most comfortable outfits - and especially something this dressy - that I had ever worn - on my old world or this one. I told her so.

"Thank you, master Loki," she said.

I hugged her and kissed her cheek as Monika watched.

"You do amazing work and I'm so thankful for you - not only did you give me food and water my first day on this world - but my wedding wouldn't look nearly so grand without all of your skill and effort."

She looked wistful for a moment.

"I think about that day often," she said. "When I looked at you - looked past those dirty clothes - I knew there was something different about you."

"Yeah," said Monika, laughing, "and she went on and on about it the next time she saw me."

"Hush!" Valeri gasped, turning red and covering her face with her hands.

Monika hugged her and laughed. I hugged them both and kissed their cheeks.

"I'm thankful for both of you," I said. "Thank you for being such an important part of my life."

Monika bit my ear and pinched my butt. Valeri laughed and pushed both of us away.

"Do I leave this on or change back until later?" I asked.

"I thought you could talk to Kira through the talking-stones...," Monika said with a grin.

"Right!" I exclaimed.

{"Kira, do I leave the fancy clothes on - or change later?"}

{"Can you eat lunch without ruining them?"} she asked. I could almost hear her grin.

I took off the fancy clothes and handed them to Monika. When I was down to the boxers, I grinned at the pair - flexing and posing. Monika laughed; Valeri blushed. I chuckled and got dressed.

"Don't forget to visit the king...," Monika reminded me as I headed out of the room. Before I could ask, she said, "He's probably at court."

"Thanks," I hollered back.

I made my way downstairs and stuck my head in the receiving hall. The seneschal waved me over.

"I'm to work you in between hearings," he told me quietly. "We'll receive a... Ah!"

He glanced behind me and I turned to see the captain of the king's personal guards approaching. I held my fist out. He stared at it for a moment.

"Bump it with your fist," I told him. "It's like a bro handshake."

He rolled his eyes but grinned and bumped my fist with his. The seneschal snickered and the intense guard glared at him - but it wasn't threatening. There was a twinkle in the big guard's eyes.

"Follow me, if you would," he said.

"I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth... er... the edge of the world," I answered.

The guard shook his head and turned away smiling - while the court official snickered behind me.

The case that Kira's dad was hearing was wrapping up and the two of us made our way up the steps - hugging the wall to stay out of the way.

As the petitioners cleared out, the king stood. Kira's brother looked up at him and smiled.

The guard captain strode out, stopped a step below the king, and got everyone's attention. Once that was done, he waved me over and told me to kneel.

"Citizens of the realm," the king announced to the room. "As most of you know, my daughter has finally returned to us. She still prefers to stay busy and rarely deigns to join us here - her seat often remaining empty. Later today, the princess will marry the young man here. If you are not already aware, Loki has more than once demonstrated his strength, loyalty, wisdom, and kindness to the people of this court. Since he will, likely, be busy later, I wanted to take a moment to welcome him to my family - and to offer that - whenever he is not busy with other tasks - he is welcome to sit in his wife's place here beside me."

At that, the king grabbed my shoulders, pulled me to my feet, and hugged me. He led me to Kira's throne and had me sit down. I was in shock.

Prince Kiro jumped to his feet and did his three-cheers thing again and I got a little teary-eyed.

When the people had quieted once more - and Kiro had retaken his seat - the king turned to address the people again. He pointed to the main entrance of the large room - where his daughter was standing, watching.

"And now - like many of the rest of us - my poor son-in-law will be dragged away by a pretty face and fluttering eyelashes... Good luck, my son."

He nodded for me to go. Laughter and applause followed me as I strode purposefully toward the princess - who absolutely refused to respond to her father's taunts. When I reached her, I scooped her up, spun her, and kissed her - as more laughter and applause erupted. Then I carried her out of the door.

"Put me down," she said, laughing. "Men! I should have known that was what he was up to!"

"I thought it was very sweet," I told her.

"You would...," she growled back - but the smile on her lips weakened the heat of her response.

We headed for the courtyard.

"Do we have time for a quickie, do you think?" I asked her.

"You don't know how sorely you tempt me...," she said. "Rilla and I slept together last night and it was all I could do not to ravage her. If it's any consolation, I think she's about to explode as well."

"I won't see her until the wedding?" I guessed.

"No, dear husband," she said. "You wouldn't even see me but you and I like to get our hands dirty."

"And our boots?" I teased, remembering the previous day's events.

"I'm just glad I didn't have to go with you. Zima and Hanna went on and on about how horrible it was and how much fun they had."

"They are...?"

"Keeping Rilla out of trouble - and getting ready for the ceremony."

"Where are we headed?"

"The great mother wanted to speak to you," she said, pointing. "Stick around here when she's done and I'll come find you - or I'll send someone - probably Monika. I need to start getting ready as well."

I tried to kiss her but she giggled and ducked under my arms.

"Not until later, husband," she hollered as she hurried off.

I approached the massive dragon until I was several paces away.

"Blessed mother," I said, bowing. "How may I serve you?"

{"Come closer, child,"} she spoke into my mind. {"I have a loose tooth and I would like for you to pluck it out for me."}

{"As you wish...,"} I answered.

She lowered her head and opened her mouth. She gave me directions to where it was. It was one of the smallest among her double-rows of sharp fangs. It was actually growing up between the two rows - like it didn't belong there. I tugged it free and stepped back, holding it in my hand.

She closed her mouth and looked me in the eyes. I hadn't realized that she was so massive that she could swallow me whole until I had been leaning into her fearsome maw.

{"Press the point of the tooth against your chest - above and to the left of your heart - just beneath your shoulder. Push it all of the way inside and heal the wound - leaving the tooth inside of you."}

I stared into her eyes and obeyed her words. I had no clue why she was having me do this but it had to be significant. The pain was nothing. The tooth was sharp and tore through my skin like it was paper. I actually worried about what it would do - floating around inside of my body - after I sealed it up. I healed the skin and sent my senses to seek out the tooth.

It wasn't really a "tooth" anymore. It had become more of a small tooth-shaped mass in my body where I was connected to... I traced the connection - straight back to the massive individual in front of me. I looked up at her to see her smiling.

I understood her more fully now. I sensed her much more clearly. At this distance, I could almost tell where her mouth was healing over the spot where it had formed the... the tooth.

I heard her chuckle in my mind.

I reached out with my senses and - with the connection that she had given to me and Kira at Sven's - I knew exactly where the hatchling was - and what she was doing. She was a little bored but she was watching Rilla and the girls. I could also sense the bonds that she had formed - and was continuing to form - with my girls. She liked and respected Kira and Rilla. She was very fond of Zima. She adored Hanna and their bond was the strongest. If anything threatened my youngest daughter, this little dragon would absolutely lose her shit.

The mother snorted and I looked back at her again.

{"You can also use that tooth as a portal-stone,"} she said into my mind. {"You can come visit and then return to where you portaled from."}

I bowed low - and then decided that was not enough. I knelt and cupped my hands together, bowing my head to her.

{"You show me great honor, holy mother,"} I told her.

{"I plan to sequester myself for a time after your celebration,"} she informed me. {"As you are aware, the brat is bonding well with your family. Continue to learn from each other. When she wants to visit me, you now have a way to bring her. Bring the whole family when you do. I look forward to hearing the little ones chatter about their wild adventures."}

{"Thank you."}

{"I foresee that your first wife will have a request of me. You've heard us talk around it before. I will not spoil her secrets but know that - when she's ready to ask - you may bring all with you who need to come. That's all I'll divulge."}

{"You are most gracious, mighty lady,"} I told her.

{"In front of you, there are six magical gems,"} she said.

I looked down to see them fade into existence. Each was a different color of the rainbow. I grinned at the blue one that I knew belonged to Kira.

{"After the chaos of the festivities has died down - but before you leave on your first adventure - find a quiet place with your family and share my gifts. As you've already figured out, you'll know which one is for each of them."}

{"You are most generous, gracious mother,"} I said.

Her laughter boomed through my mind.

{"I've foisted my daughter on you,"} she said. {"She loves being with you and will learn much - while I'll have far less stress - knowing that you are watching over her. These gifts merely assure that she'll return to me safely and more quickly. She'll be happier and will delight in telling me about your adventures. She'll have stories to remember and I'll know that she's having fun learning alongside of people whose hearts I trust."}

She bumped me with her snout.

{"Now stop groveling and scraping."}

{"Yes, great mother."}

She huffed in laughter at me - blowing my hair and clothes back with her smoky exhale. She gave me a toothy grin and I grinned back.

{"I'll be back for the ceremony,"} she said.

With that, she launched herself into the air and flew away.

~~~ End of Chapter 13 ~~~

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