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A Mage's Tale Ch. 16

I groan awake with a pounding in my head. I open my eyes timidly. They really do care about me, the blinds are drawn. Nix is lying in the bed with me and Oasis is quietly moving around in front of the stove. Nix locks eyes with me, a questioning look in her eyes. Leaning back I grown wincing from the herd of mammoths stomping the inside of my skull.

"Was it worth all this?" Nix whispers.

"I haven't even gotten started yet," I say rolling to the side.

"You planning on making alcohol a staple?" Nix asks.

"No, not that. I need to sit down with all of you and have the chat." I say.

"Which chat?" Nix says crawling closer to him.

"You know more than the rest. Time for everyone to be on the same page. If I have a goddess dropping in on me just for kicks, what else is on the horizon?" I say rifling my nightstand for a morning after potion. "Being a Lord to a Demon House is not a common occurrence for a mortal."

"Scelene pushed you to do it," Nix says shirking back.

"I'm not blaming her or pointing any fingers. Unless you summoned up that goddess." I say leaning over and kissing her cheek. "A chat is needed none the less. Get everyone gathered up while I go get Crys."

"I will," Nix says with a frightened look on her face.

I grab clothes and gather up gear. I don the ring of flight and grab the Iron Flask from the shelf. Walking past Oasis I grope a nice handful of her ass before going down the steps. Reaching the ground floor I hear Val mouthing at Cross again. I sneak behind her. Cross sees me but says nothing. I shove my hands up her shirt and grope me some elf boobs.

"What do you think you are doing?" Val yells at me.

"Grabbing the titties of some uptight elf chic with a loud mouth and lack of moral restraint," I say.

"Let me go." She growls.

"Sure," I say giving her hard nipples a good tug before letting go.

"You evil fuck." She says swing at my head.

"You haven't seen anything yet," I admit catching her fist in my palm. I pull her lips to mine.

She struggles for a second then returns it passionately. I step back from it, "Later bitch." I say.

Her astonished expression as I stepped back almost made me laugh.

"What did you say?"

"I said, later bitch," I say as I step out the door. I take a step and jump into the air.

"Nameless! You fucking asshole!" She screams as I fly off. "When I catch you..." She goes silent mid-sentence.

I am over the rim of the canyon seconds later. I turn in the direction of No Name. I put a little altitude under me and fly with as much speed as I can muster. Seven minutes later I am seeing the ocean on the horizon. No Name comes in to view. A dozen riders milled of the roadway at the entrance of my villa.

I drop low and get a closer look at them. They are wearing matching gear and colors. I don't recognize the insignia. They are carrying tether bows and mirrored shields.

I shoot out of the tree line and grab the bossiest looking one out of his saddle. The guy goes limp, trying to act as dead weight in my grip. I get over water and drop him as I intended.

The yelling of the other riders rises from behind me. Dropping down behind the villa I see Crys gearing up with her bow. She spins in my direction bringing her bow to bare. As I land she turns the bow away from me. Tempis bounces out of her nest throwing her arms around me.

"They rode in an hour ago. The wards on the bridge are holding." Crys says.

"They want me." Tempis whimpers.

"You're not property to be claimed so they can go fuck themselves," I say,

"Nameless?" A male voice calls from down by the water.

"Crys keep doing whatever it is you're planning on, Tempis stay out of sight, and I'll go talk with the Mer-guard about our prisoner," I say as I turn for the stairs.

Reaching the water's edge I see two guards holding the rider I dumped between them. Slightdi sits on the ledge, his tail still in the water. I gesture for the guards to bring the prisoner closer to the shore. The man has no weapons or armor. The Mer-guard stripped him of his gear in less than thirty seconds after he hit the water.

"We have casters at the ready if you wish it Consort," Slightdi says formally.

"Don't get all official on me, Sid. They aren't after the clan. They are hunting Tempis. Who are you working for?" I ask the prisoner.

"What makes you ..." He starts to say but the guards dunk him at my signal.

"I think he still thinks he has some power over whether he lives or dies," I say nonchalantly. "Who do you answer to?"

Cough. Cough. "Lord Ethneldis of Del' Krourt, of the northern province." He chokes.

"Your group is armed for Gorgon and Siren. Why?" I ask.

"The Lord wants them both for crimes against the city." He answers.

"That has got to be the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Dump him on a beach, breathing if possible. Sid tell Caldoria this is my domain and not political. Give her a nice two-hand groping from me privately. Keep the guard out of what happens next." I say giving him a gentleman's nod.

"Sure thing Rik," Sid says before sliding into the water.

I just grin as I walk up the steps.

Once back upstairs I wave Crys back from doing anything reckless. Grabbing out a chain-lightning wand I head for the bridge. A half-dozen guys are standing at the other end of the bridge, swords drawn. Four others knock arrows in my direction.

"Unless you plan on dying today, put the weapons down," I say loudly.

"Where is Hobart?" The lead bow wielder demands.

"He's alive and being dumped on a beach. If you're nice and speak aquatic you might be able to find out which one." I answer. "As for the rest of you, time to mount your horses and leave."

"You have no authority to order us to leave." The bowman says taking better aim at me.

"I beg to differ. I am Lord Nameless of No Name. Sage of the Nameless Isle in Unnamed Cove. I am the Mayor of the town and Lord of this Province. I have every right to order you from my lands." I state with every bit of arrogance I can muster. "And if that isn't enough, Consort of the Court of Caldoria Queen of the Mer-clan. I could kill you all and no one would ever find your remains to scry from."

"You think your magic is the ultimate weapon. You're wrong." He says before loosing his arrow.

I step to the side but am grazed by the projectile anyway. The pain melts my restraint and my eyes burn as I turn this guy to stone. Two others never get the chance as Tempis's squeal robs them of their consciousness. Even the horses stagger as they are affected as well. She catches the bowman before he shatters on the ground.

"Nameless!" Crys hollers as she runs across the bridge.

"It's not bad. Bring a potion though. Please." I call over my shoulder back at her.

"I have one here." She says.

"What about stonified butt-munch?" Tempis asks.

"Crys, did I kill him?" I ask not sure if I want to know the answer.

"He lives, not sure for how long." She answers.

"Temy put him gently against the wall. Then we gather ... OWW!" I yelp as the potion stings in the wound across my shoulder. "Take all their weapons then wake them. I'll take it from there."

Tempis bounces from one sleeping rider to another gathering up weapons as she does. I ready myself for putting on a real sideshow. Crys and Tempis look at the pile of weapons then back at me. It's a sizable number, it takes three trips to take it all to the island. Tempis sings a line of a song and most of the riders roll or scramble to their feet seeking out weapons.

"Stop!" I yell.

Most of them do, two reach for other weapons on their horses.

"You were warned," I say as I hurl magic missiles to knock them off their feet.

"If everyone would care to note that your boss is a statue. Yes over here, petrified. You have been relieved of your weapons and commander. I could have killed you all. Instead, I want you all to take a message back to Lord Ethneldis. If he wants to charge a Siren and Gorgon with criminal acts he must first name them citizens of the Empire. I would be more than happy to second such an act." I rattle off.

"You killed him!" One yells as he charges at me.

"Not quite," I answer as I missile him off his feet as well.

"Now the longer you fight and argue, the more likely he will die before I can reverse the magic. Tell your Lord if he tries something like this again and I will pay his house a visit to do a little hunting of my own."

"You can't stop us all. Let's get him!" a shorter rider says hurling a rock at me.

The arrow strikes the center of his forehead snapping his head back with enough force to take him off his feet. I grab the rock out of the air before his body even hits the ground. I drop it to the ground looking at the rest of the riders coldly. They hold up hands in surrender.

"He must have forgotten that I am not alone," I say turning toward their petrified commander.

"You will report what I told you to your commander and leave my province."

My eyes flare and the commander falls to the ground restored to his flesh state. Looking over my shoulder at the riders, I walk back across the bridge. Two of them rush forward to their commander. Tempis is waiting for me at the other end.

"You're just going to let them go?" Tempis asks.

"I came to get you and Crys. Dealing with these jackasses wasn't on the schedule." I answer.

"We going somewhere?" Tempis asks.

"Little trip to the Vale, with Crys and you. We are having a group chat." I say.

"And why are we doing this today of all days?" Crys asks laying her bow on the table.

"A lot of things are starting to focus on us, well, me specifically. I need to tell all of you the truth about a number of things. It will be simpler to tell all of you at the same time. The sooner the better." I say holding the Iron Flask towards Crys.

"We're going to the Vale! Yeah! You're going to like it a lot Crys. We can even shop." Tempis says.

"You want me to go with you?" Crys asks astonished. "You'd leave the island empty?"

"I will tell Sid to guard it, but I do want you to come along." Answering both questions before I look over the pile of weapons we took from the riders. "Prizum, Chareese, Jezabell, come to me."

"You summoned, Lord?" Jezabell asks stepping from the ether.

"I did. You and your sisters can claim any of this equipment you want. Let your sisters know when they arrive. Crys convey to them I want to talk to them directly before they leave." I say walking to the stairs.

"Yes, of course." She replies.

I quickly descend the stairs. Walking to the waters edge my mind races with how much I should tell Sid. Telling him would be the same as telling Caldoria herself. That may not be the best thing to do either. A guard surfaces and I signal that I want Sid. He retreats with a positive indication of understanding my request.

Only a few minutes later, "What is it Nameless?"

"The villa will be empty for a few days." I start.

"Completely? What about Crys?" He asks.

"I am taking both of them with me. After this hunting party thing, I want them with me for a day or two. If you could keep a closer watch of the villa I would appreciate it." I say.

"I'll double the watch. You going to talk to the halflings? They weren't hurt by the riders or anything were they?" He asks.

"Thanks for the verbal slap in the face. I need to go check on everyone." I say as a wave of panic runs up my spine.

"I'll be here. Come back down before you leave." He insists.

I nod as I climb the stairs. Moving quickly over the bridge to the group of houses just past the Inn. The halflings give me a mixed reaction. Some smile brightly where the others give me that 'it's about time' gaze. No one is badly hurt. A few got tossed around by the riders but no more than any other night a big group passes through No Name.

"Gee Nameless, why'd you go so easy on those blow-hards?" Tikal jibes.

"If I killed them I get a visit from His High Ass. You want one of those?" I ask.

"His nose is too big. For one of those monarchies." Tikal mumbles as a few others giggle.

"I know that and agree wholeheartedly. The villa is going to be empty for a couple of days. Everyone be safe and if things get weird call Sid. Right?" I ask.

"Okay, Nameless. We hear ya. Have a good trip. Make sure miss birdie comes home." Tikal says just before get whopped by a few of the halfling ladies.

"You had that one coming young man," I say before shaking a hand or two.

After seeing that everyone is no worse for wear from the riders I cross back over the bridge. Tempis bounces to my side with her usual impish smile. I pat her bottom and point her back towards Crys before going back down to the cove.

"Sid!" I call over the water's surface.

"I am here Rik," Sid says from the shallows at the seawall.

"Everyone is fine up on the cliff top," I say sitting down on the wall.

"You didn't even know they were here, did you?" He asks.

"No, I didn't know. I saw them as I flew over the Mist Ridge. A dozen armed horseman trampling the main street of No Name isn't what I expected to see. Armed to hurt Crys and Tempis almost pushed me over the edge." I admit.

"That why you grabbed one and dropped him on us?" He asks.

"I thought he was their leader," I say.

"You got answers from him anyway." He says.

"Yes. Just not the kind of answers I was prepared for. Lord Ethneldis wants them for crimes against his city. That seems petty. Why not just charge the rain with trespassing. I'd like to demand a list of these charges in person but doubt I would even get through the gate without a fight." I rant.

"And why Crys? How could they even know her name?" Sid muses.

"Sid you're a genius. Who is he really after? Who whispered in his ear?" I start rambling out loud.

"Rik! What do I tell Caldoria? Those riders bring a threat against friends, sisters of the clan. She is not going to be so willing to just let this go unanswered." He says.

"I know. This, however, is a move by a dweller Lord against another. Until evidence is found, that is all any others are going to see. I don't want the clan being roped into dweller politics. This feels like baiting of some trap. Tell her not to react to these dweller petty attempts." I say giving him a cautioning stare.

"I understand, Consort," Caldoria says as she approaches the two of us.

"Highness." Sid and I say in unison.

"I would tell you to walk softly. Since your chat with the envoy, she has been very polite. She has also been less than forthcoming with information from her council. If this is an attempt to circumvent the agreement with Ulmagust, as my rep, he must be informed." She says. "Travel well, Riktys."

"I understand, Caldoria. Thank you, my Queen. Sid watch over her as always my brother." I say.

"As is my honor, brother," Sid replies with a smile and wink.

I nodded and scurried for the stairs.

Crys was giggling as I reached the landing. I just wag my finger at her and continue up the steps. Tempis hands me a bag before tying her dress closed. I chant the incantation and unstop the flask to scoop up Crys.

"Jezabell, after you and your sisters claim gear, Come to the Vale," I say making sure the flask is sealed.

Once Crys is secure in the bottle Tempis and I take flight back to the Vale. Keeping up with Tempis is not difficult. The low hanging cloud cover is a different story. Three times on the trip back I have to catch Tempis to turn her in the right direction. She hums as she flies, so by the time we reach the Vale, we have a flock of three hundred with us. She laughs landing on the clock tower framework in the center of town. I come down in front of the bookstore.

Oasis opens the door waving me away from the building. I jump into the air just as Val steps out barking about calling her the second I get back to the bookstore. I glide down the street to the brothel. No foul if I don't go to the bookstore, right? I land on a balcony on the second floor and whistle for Tempis. She darts down plowing into me, knocking us both to the floor.

"You called?" She giggles.

"Making enough noise out here?" Scelene asks from the balcony door.

"Hi, Lene." Tempis chirps.

"Can we come in? Tempis you're crushing my importants." I grunt.

"Ooo, I'll check that," Tempis says.

"No, not now." I protest hold her at bay. "Can we come in?"

"Get in here before the guards spot your butts from the wall," Scelene says.

"Is that going to be an operational issue?" I ask half dragging myself through the door.

"I don't think so. To be honest, it will increase revenue opportunities." Scelene says with a wink.

"Mistress, Master Strike is downstairs." A cute girl says. "He's looking for Nameless."

"Dang-it! I thought he didn't see me." Tempis complains.

"Bring him up," I say climbing to my feet.

"You'd talk to him and not Valkyrie?" Scelene asks.

"It's a guy thing. Besides I am still not so sure about Val. She plays things a little too close to the vest. I gave her info and I get more questions. I don't know where she stands sometimes. Strike however is straight with me." I say dusting myself off and sitting on the end of the couch.

"This about the sneakiest teacher in thief school. Wonders never cease." Scelene says shaking her head.

"You need to come up to the patrol post," Strike says as he enters the room. "Larry wants to talk to you."

"If you're here it must be serious," I say. "Lead on Strike."

"So what you do to Val this time?" Strike asks.

"I called her a bitch after stealing a kiss from her," I admit.

We cross over to the guard road and head up the carved stairwell the cliff top. It's been months since I even saw the Lizard-man Shaman. I follow Strike up the trail to the petrol station. I ponder what Larry has to discuss with me. Animating a fallen person to get them home. Some potion or spell he needs but can't get himself. We round a curve in the trail and there Larry stands. He has two bodies at his feet.

"Nameless, you need take these. I no have anything to fix dem." He says waving his hand over the bodies then turning and walking away before I can even give a greeting.

I pull the cover back and see two nude green-skinned women. They are breathing, eyes open but not focused and flawless skin head to toe. They aren't bound. I check their heart rates, both are strong. Outwardly there isn't any reason for them to just be laying here. I look at Strike who just shrugs.

I take one and he the other. We carry them down to the brothel. Surely Scelene will be able to see into their minds to find an answer about them and what happened to put them in such a state.

When we get back to the brothel, Scelene is waiting with the doors open. She points at a couple of tables she has set up for us to lay them on. She goes over them one after the other. She links with me. Instantly I hear the garbled speak of these mix blood girls. Both were driven from their clan for being too ugly. The 'green curse' at work again.

The Green curse is a rumor from an ancient war. A powerful group was cursed for their crimes against the world. They were struck stupid and only wanting homely mates. If something looked too pretty it was discarded. The mark of the curse was the corruption of the blood making it green. The half-bloods of the green blood races are their attempt to spread the curse to others races.

"These two are very intelligent. With a little training, they'll make good staff for the brothel." Scelene says.

"Why are they like this?" I ask.

"Poison. I will wear off in another half day or so. Plenty of time for me to teach them what they need to know. Will you serve the master as I do?" Scelene asks.

Both acknowledge their place with a grunted something but Scelene's link translates to 'yes please'.

"I will get them cleaned up," Scelene says.
"And here's a couple more to add to the collection," I mumble thinking about the growing roster of females in my direct service or protection.

"It could be worse," Strike says over my shoulder.

"How so?" I ask giving him a sideways glance.

"You could be Rogue." He says nodding.

"You're an ass. You're right though." I say leaning his way like I am going to backhand him.

He flinches away. "You're a better man than me. I don't know if I could handle this many women."

"That makes two of us. Now get out of here before Val finds out what is going on." I say pointing at the door.

"You back to this again? You are a real piece of work Mage-a-nova." He jibes.

"Get out shit head," I growl pointing at the door again.

He leaves and I close the door before retreating up to the lounge on the brothel's second floor. Prizum is sitting on the couch with Oasis when I come in. Crys is looking through the collection of books on the shelves. Cross grabs my ass on her way into the room. A shimmer against the far well as Jezabell and Chareese step from the ether announces their arrival.

"So are you proposing to some of us?" Cross asks jokingly.

"If it were only that simple," I mumble.

"We're all here, Nameless," Nix says stepping into the room. "Scelene can hear the conversation through Oasis. So whenever you want to begin, we are ready to listen."

"Alright, where to begin," I say trying to reign my thoughts in. "How many of you love me?"

I am a bit taken aback when none of them raises a hand. Not even Tempis. This isn't how I thought this conversation would go. Oasis looks at me quizzically. Somewhere along the line, I must have misinterpreted something. If none of them love me, why stay in a harem?

"Nameless, it would seem you are having a problem with this," Nix says.

"Seriously, Nameless.I thought you were the one that had it all together." Cross comments.

"Maybe I am. Things keep changing and moving so fast I can't get my bearings. I seem to be flying blink into a maelstrom. As you have seen I am now Lord and Master of House Lexis. Prizum and her sisters are now contracted to me like Cross is. Their contract came with feral powers, thank you by the way." I start off.

"You're welcome Lord Nameless," Prizum says.

"Why you trying to fly with your eyes closed?" Tempis asks.

"I don't think that's what he meant. Sit here with me Tempy." Crys says patting the bench next to her.

"Not what I meant, Tempis. After contracting with House Lexis, Scelene taught me some Flayer study techniques. Which was during a little threesome with her and Crys. At which point I somehow cloned Crys' living magic to petrify." I pause to see if this get a reaction.

"Does it work? Can you really turn people to stone?" Oasis asks.

"Yes, I can. And did so this morning. I can also turn stone to flesh." I state.

"But that's ... What does that mean?" Nix asks.

"I don't know what it means. This is why we are having this chat." I say looking from woman to woman.

"We are yours regardless of anything. We pact with you and answer to you." Prizum says as the three of them bow to me. "How we feel or think is..."

"Why I agreed to this pact!" I growl. "I didn't need more women. You wanted to serve, not be toy trophies. I want answers and advise. There are dark forces moving across the world and not in the he-she is a bitch noble. The Elven Goddess of the Nine Seas just drops in. I don't follow her. I work as her agent. In the short time, I have done so, Ulmagoust is someone I can talk to face to face, Val is a girlfriend, and all of you are my harem."

"These are good things," Nix says.

"Yes, they are. Why do I need them? What is out there so powerful that a defender of the world needs all of these relationships to call upon? Will ending this threat take all of you away from me?"

All of them sit silently, even the demon huntress. I walk over to the couch and sit between Nix and Crys. Oasis has a bewildered look on her face. The public admission of being the agent of a goddess not setting well by the look of her. The Huntress shift from foot to foot nervously. Cross fixes me with an accusing stare.

"I am not questioning any of you personally. Each of you has stated why you stay with me. I just need all of you to know what you are signing into from here on out." I say looking from Nix to Oasis.

"I am not going anywhere," Nix says.

"You're not doing this to run me off, are you?" Oasis asks.

"No. Just letting everyone know whats going on," I reply.

"So where are we? Other than the Vale?" Scelene asks.

"We have a number of advisories targeting me, or us. Depending on the wants of the person or group involved. First is Lady Herthwright with her mind games, second is Lord Ethneldis hunting Tempis and Crys, and last is Slypheria the Aquatic Envoy to Caldoria's Court. I can't see if they are working together or just targeting us individually. I need to know from you three if there are any Dark Houses that will target me for holding Lordship of House Lexis." I spell out.

"We obeyed all the rules, House Lexis has no rival Houses, and Arch-Demons wouldn't commit resources against such a small house with little to gain. They would have to break many rules coming to the prime plain doing so as well." Prizum says.

"Aqua was saying I should study books to get a handle on my visions. But I haven't had a single one since leaving the island. Well, not any that would be helpful in stopping dark agents from claiming the rise in dark power." Crys says blushing.

"With that look, I won't ask," I say. "Though you're right. What books was she advising I get for you? How did her advice about the tiara's work?"

"They have worked very well. Which brings us to when do you want to open the doors here? Val is tired of getting questioned about every little thing. I haven't told her anything." Scelene states.

"Alright, I will go have a talk with her after we finish talking," I say.

"I think Nameless needs to slow down and take time for himself," Nix says looking at Scelene. "You're right about so much going on and still coming. This chat is proof of that as well. You need time to sort yourself before trying to guess at how we feel." Nix says calmly. "Don't worry about us. We just want your sex. With the understanding we can get a little more later. Well for some of us anyway."

"You think I need time to think? Is this how all of you feel?" I ask.

"You really do need to take a few days for you. You're getting scattered. Not good for you with those new eyes. You got lucky earlier." Scelene says.

Looking around, from lovely woman to horny demon, it's clear I am the one needing to take time to figure things out. All of them have the same concerned look. I have been so worried about making sure things will work for all of them I forgot to factor myself into the equation. I have been running around so much I haven't even restudied the spells I used.

"What do you want Nameless?" Nix asks.

"I have no idea. Most of you are a dream come true. Other are wild fantasies I never knew I wanted. So what do I want? Is there anything to want?" I ask.

"Looks like you have something to think about," Scelene says.

"We'll be here taking care of things. You go take care of Nameless, Riktys. Understand now hot stuff?"

"I get it," I answer.

"To whom do we answer, Lord Nameless?" Prizum asks.

"Who is the alpha of your harem?" Jezabell asks.

"You three answer to Cross when I am not around. As to who is alpha in the harem, I don't know. I haven't thought of any one of you as more or less important to the others." I answer.

"Crys is the island alpha and Oasis is the Vale alpha," Nix says.

"Me?" Oasis asks.

"Two alpha's?" Chareese asks.

Nix holds up a hand. "This isn't an alpha, who's more important title. It's a practical one. Scelene has this Brothel, I have duties as Envoy to the Consort. Oasis is here all the time with only Nameless to carry out business for. Crys is the lady of the island. The rest of us travel around and do other things. If we are here, Oasis is who we should check with about what is going on. And Crys is who we would ask when we are on the island. Tempis, dear, you're lovely and wonderful but do you don't remember things too well."

"You're right. I don't. Accept the scents of those I care about. I'm not dumb, am I?" Tempis asks.

"No, you're very smart. Siren don't think the same way as other folks. You have a very long life. Remembering a lot of little things isn't a skill your kind have." Scelene says putting her hand on the siren's shoulder.

"Oasis, you alright with this?" I ask. "How about you, Crys?"

"I don't mind." Crys answers.

"I don't order anyone around. I just keep track of messages. I can do that." Oasis says.

"And no hard feelings from anyone over what anyone else does," Crys says.

"Then I need to figure out where I fit in again?" I ask rhetorically. "Get a handle on where I need to focus. All of you are ok with this?"

"If you get too distracted, how you going to be any good to us?" Nix asks.

The rest of them nod and give me cute little grins. The Huntress give thin smiles but don't argue over semantics. Cross will see Crys and Tempis back to the island, Nix takes the Huntress to the side and grills them on oracle tomes. I get kisses and a little groping before getting shuffled out the door.

"You still trying to hide?" Strike asks as I stumble from the door.

"Wasn't really trying too. We had a harem conference. What's your deal, Strike?" I ask.

"Val really wants to 'see' you," Strike says with a wink.

"Funny, that's where I'm going anyway," I say flatly.

"You really are a psycho?" Strike says as he turns and walks towards the gate.

I shake my head watching him walk away. Crossing the main road I make my way to the bookstore. A number of people give me a yelled greeting of hello or hi-ya. I return it with a wave or yell of my own. Val slides around the corner fixing me with a hungry stare.

"Where have you been? What the hell have you done to me?" She growls as she grabs me by the front of my shirt.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I say.

"Since you groped me this morning, I have been horny as hell." She hisses at me. "How did you do that? How do you plan on fixing it?"

"I think you are keeping yourself horny. You want to blame me that's fine. Sex is the only cure for super horny though. Regardless of how it is brought on." I say.

"You better fix this or I'll kill you." She growls.

I wave her into the bookstore.

She stalks in and darts straight up the stairs. I lock the door and follow her. I shift my sight to etheric as I climb the stairs. Turning at the top of the stairs she is waiting wearing nothing. Her clothing tossed off in every direction. Looking her over, I find no evidence of magic having been used on her, mine or otherwise.

"This started after I groped you?" I ask clinically.

"Yes, you perverted fiend." She says stalking at me.

"I grope your titties and this happens. What have you eaten today? I promise I didn't do this on purpose. Fiend, ok. Pervert, only for the special ones. Mean or sadistic, not if I can help it." I ramble stepping closer to take her in my arms.

"Shut up." She barks as she sweeps my legs from under me.

She is on me before I hit the floor. Yanking up my shirt as I hit the floor. Swinging her leg over my chest, she grinds her puffy wet snatch over my face. Her scent is strong. I find it difficult to move with her weight pinning my shoulders to the floor. She shoves my pants down forcefully.

Her throaty vocalizations are impossible to translate. She takes my cock into her mouth and sucks it hard. I squirm but relent. I lap the waggling cunny in my face.

A sigh escapes her randomly each time I find her love button. When she has me hard enough, she spins herself around and plunges her cunny on to my erection. She grinds down on it before humping her hips wildly. Her wet depths churn and clutch but there is no release. She repositions herself, grabbing handfuls of my shirt. She begins bouncing. Long strokes in and out of her blazing love hole as she rides. Her skin glistens with sweat in the evening light. A few tears roll down her cheek as she feels my seed erupt in her.

Still she has no release. I can hardly breathe. She falls forward dropping her sobbing weight on top of me. I catch my breath. She leans up after my flaccid member oozes from her gooey cunt. Her eyes fix mine and she sneers as a dagger jumps from the floor to her hand.

"What did you do to me?" She demands as the edge of the dagger finds the skin of my neck.

"I did nothing to you. I swear it. But you are right. Something is wrong. Let me help you." I plead.

Her eyes flash with inner turmoil. "Get up!"

I scramble to my feet tangled in my own clothes once her weight is off of me. With the look I am getting, I don't know if I should finish undressing or put them back on. I ditch everything from the waist up but pull the pants up. I call Scelene in my head. It takes a few tries but a get Scelene's attention.

"What? We are a bit busy here." Scelene asks mentally.

I send her the whole scene of just what happened and what didn't. Scelene reviews it for a moment then sends she is on her way. I gather up on healing gear. Mortar and pestle, a few small viles and some glass slides. I go through the motions of taking samples of her saliva and sweat. I even catch one of her tears on a slide. Scelene is downstairs shortly before I have to start making up any excuses. Val slumps to the side as Scelene takes her conciseness. I gather Val in my arms and lay her on the bed.

"Is she under some curse or something?" I ask Scelene.

"No. She is her own worst enemy." Scelene answers. "She doesn't want to fall in love."

"And this makes her horny and unable to orgasm?" I ask.

"Females are the most complex of creatures," Scelene says. "This morning you did a boyfriend kinda playful thing. She was mad and turned on by your booby squeezing. You called her a bitch. Getting her mad but turned on even more by challenging her."

"What?" I ask, not understanding.

"She is testing herself and you. You made her feel like a woman, gave her an amazing night of sex and companionship. She wants more but doesn't. She is at odds with herself." Scelene explains.

"Great, the one woman I didn't think I needed to worry about getting all emotionally attached." I scoff.

"There's more to it than that." Says Scelene sympathetically. "It's not you, it's the idea of having 'you' in that way."

"Wanna send that mentally, verbally you're losing me," I say before I realize what I signed on for.

The wash of emotions is contradictory. The inner image of self-control offset by the little princes loathing. An overwhelming need to be seen as a Valkyrie, not a smart, skilled elf with money. Not wanting to be weak about anything. Yet longing for that weak in the knees wet panties fantasy guy. One she can drool over but not look weak doing so.

Being mentally self-loathing for wanting a half-blood. But 'he' is powerful, influential, and good looking enough to pass for full-blood. Women flock to him and throw themselves in his bed. Everything detestable in a male. They do these things. He is not forceful or demanding of them. And devilishly clever, smart, cunning.

The emotions rebound. A fear of herself the most dominant of all. Wanting what the harem has with him but not wanting to give up all she has earned for herself in the process. She built the Vale and this half-blood gave her a folio of 'how to's' that completed her dream. His touch is wanted and feared for what it could mean. She could love him but can't know how it would look.

"Enough! I get it." I say grabbing the table for balance.

"Sorry," Scelene says. "I tried to filter it a bit. Just the main points."

"I impressed she can function at all with all that running around in her head. No wonder she can't get off. So I didn't put a spell on her with magic, but kinda did with actions and intellect?" I ask.

"Yes and No. You did all of those things. It's more to do with how she is interpreting your actions. She is seeing her ideal man in her mind and how much you meet the high standards she has set for herself." Scelene explains. "It frightens her. It also excites her, hence the lack of orgasm."

"She is afraid that if she feels too good she will lose herself in her maidens fantasies?" I ask.

"Good way of looking at it. It turns me on how much you think like an Illithid." Scelene says.

"Glad I can be so arousing to you but how does this help her?" I ask gesturing at Val.

"It doesn't. And nothing you say to her is going to help. This is a problem only she can fix." Scelene says regretfully. "Best you can do is give her a release of her pent-up horny."

"And how do I do that?" I ask looking over Val with concern.

"Make her cum. Don't give her time to think or use the ring to slave her. Temporarily of course. Another way of looking at it is, be a dick." Scelene says.

"So that it's only the sex. I get what you mean. Ignore her mind and make her body my plaything."

"Indeed, Master Nameless. How much longer would you like her to sleep?" Scelene asks.

"Let me get the ring on and her glyph on, then wake her," I say walking over to the desk.

"I will wait by the back door. Once she is awake I will go back to the brothel." Scelene says heading for the stairs.

"Thank you. I am sure she would say the same thing once she's over this, maybe?" I say questioningly before sliding the slavers ring on my finger.

"I think she would." Scelene agrees before descending the stairs.

Walking over to Val, I activate the ring. I draw a simple rune on her. She starts to rouse and I hear the back door clunk into place followed by the lock being turned. Val stretches and blinks a few times, then bolts upright.

"What did you do?" She demands.

"Shut up!" I command.

Her eyes go wide. Something plays over her features I can't read.

"You will speak when spoken to and answer questions when asked," I say.

She slides off the bed reaching for her blade.

"Don't move!" I command loudly. "I want you!"

Her body ripples with tension.

"Rules are as follows. You will not attempt harm against me or yourself. You will do as I say without question unless it is truly against your personal convictions. You will address me as Professor. Do you understand?" I ask.

"Yes, Professor." She answers.

"Stand and look at me." I request.

She does.

"What do you want from me?" I ask.

"I want to fuck and get off. Over and over, until I stop thinking about you." She says.

"Do you think that will work?" I ask.

"I know it won't but I don't care." She admits going scarlet red.

"Hmm, I see. We'll start slow. Come over here and take my boots off, please." I say sitting in the chair behind the desk.

She comes over, leans down and yanks one of the boots off. The other she slides off gently before throwing it down the stairs. Her eyes are burning with lust and anger but neither winning control of her. I need time to think about how to handle her. More time would also recover my stamina from her rowdy fucking earlier as well.

"You will bath yourself. Slow and sensual, so I can watch. You like to be watched, don't you?" I ask.

She trembles again. "Yes, Professor."

I call up two aerial servants to take down the tub and collect the bathing niceties. Towels and washcloths find their way to the stand at the tub's side. She watches giving me looks of arousal and lust, the anger already washed from her visage. She walks right over and steps into the tub. Tilting the endless decanter, the heated water pours down the front of her body.

I watch as I remove the rest of my clothing. I do a quick clean up of myself then an idea comes to me. I look at the wine rack to see if I have any red wine left. Pulling the last bottle of sweet red I watch the lewd show Val is putting on. Rubbing her nipple between her finger and thumb as she drizzles thin lines of bath oil over her perky breasts.
I take two flukes down and open the wine. I watch as she gropes and lathers herself. An even kinkier thought crosses my mind. I put one of the flukes back before pouring the other half full. I step towards the tub grinning evilly, then step in.

"Wash me with your body, horny elf-girl," I say taking a sip from the fluke.

She is quick to obey without a word. Her hands caressing and lathering me. She purrs and moans as she rubs her body over mine. She kneels in front of me, sudsy washcloth in hand. She looks up at me with a wry grin before dutifully cleaning my half hard cock.

"Open your mouth," I say sternly.

Her eyes go wide when she looks up at me, lips tightly held.

I wag the bottle at her and she relaxes. She tilts her head back and opens her mouth rolling her tongue out lewdly to boot. I tilt the bottle of wine and pour a generous amount over her wriggling tongue. She giggles trying to gulp it all down. Twice more I dump wine in her, until seeing the haze of a buzz behind her eyes.

"You were turned on by seeing me face-fuck Cross weren't you?" I ask.

"Yeah, and disgusted." She says kissing the head of my cock after rinsing it.

"You are not turned on sucking a cock are you?" I ask.

"No. It disturbs me." She admits rinsing herself.

"But you knocked me down and sucked me?" I point out.

"Just to get it hard enough to ride." She says flatly.

"So why did watching me with Cross turn you on?" I ask running my finger along her jaw.

"Because she came. It turned me on because it got her off." She says angrily.

"You don't see why. How could a woman like her be so turned on by being so used." I say.

"It's wrong!" She hisses.

"Out of the tub," I say as I order the servants to blow dry her. She giggles.

"Go, get on the bed," I say pointing.

She scoots over and throws herself on the bed.

"Shove three fingers in your pussy," I order.

She looks over at me timidly but pushes them in.

"How often do you play with yourself?" I ask.

"I don't do that, much." She says holding her fingers in herself.

"Why not?" I ask.

"It's childish. Masturbation is empty. It doesn't do anything for me. Other then ware out my wrist."

"Lay back and make yourself cum while I watch. You like that, being watched. Do it!" I command.

Val starts pushing her fingers in deeper before drawing them out and pushing them in again, Her other hand goes to her snatch to rub her clit vigorously. I watch her intently. Her eyes watch mine whereas I look from her snatch to her eyes grinning. I look at her and lick my lips. Her back arches as she as she cums.

"Good, do it again." I insist. "It's okay to be vocal. Did it feel good?"

"Yes." She hisses as she palm rubs her labia.

"You going to cum again?" I ask amorously. "Make that pussy all slick for my big cock?"

Hearing those words her eyes roll back and she moans. Her body shakes and she goes rigid. I step close to her take a handful of her hair. Her eyes try to focus but the wave of pleasure holds her fast. I lean and kiss her hard. He body quakes with another release.

"You going to suck my cock?" I ask sweetly.

She opens her mouth and nurses on my half swollen member. I reach down and play with her snatch, rubbing her clit, and dip a finger in her hole a few times. She moans, sucking harder trying desperately to hump my hand. Giving her love button a nice tug, she arches her back gobbling down my meat as she comes hard.

"Careful little slut," I say.

She spits out my cock giving me a dirty look. I pull her hair gently to kiss her passionately. I give her pussy a few wet smacks. She moans into the kiss. I pull her down to the bed stepping between her legs. I lock my eyes with hers as I push my cock into her quivering snatch.

"Feels really good doesn't it?" I growl.

"Yes, Professor." She moans.

"Hump that cock. Cum all over it." I order.

She groans as her orgasm rocks her hard. I hold her close keeping my eyes locked on hers. I lean forward and bite the side of her neck lightly as I pound into her repeatedly. She moans loudly as she paws at me desperately.

"You're coming all over my cock. Does it feel good?" I hiss in her ear.

"Oh yes." She moans.

"You want to feel more?" I whisper.

"Yes, fuck me more!" She growls.

I shift myself to a kneeling position. I grind deep inside her as I grab her legs and pull them up. Gripping the back of her knees I push her legs onto her chest. She grunts in protest but only for a second. Sliding into her greasy hole smoothly relaxes her discomfort enough to push her into another orgasm. I piston in and out of her wet hole through two more.

"You want something dirtier?" I ask looking her in the eyes.

"Just keep fucking me. Do it however you want. Just don't stop." She moans.

I shift slightly and get little grunts from her in this new position. I pull out of her and push my slimy pecker into her tight little ass. She gasps and stares at me open-mouthed. I reach down and grind my thumb over her clit. Her ass squeezes around my cock tightly as she howls in release.

"That felt pleasurable, didn't it?" I ask.

"Yes, and it hurt." She hisses.

"You want me to stop?" I ask.

"Fuck me until you can't fuck anymore!" She growls.

At that, I pull out of her ass and stab it back in. She squirms clenching it again but coming hard all the same. I pull and poke her ass a dozen times being generous with the pussy rubbing. I pull out the last time and back off away from the bed. I pull her to the side of the bed as well. I help her wobbly to the table and push her face down on it.

"Don't you go anywhere," I command. "Play with that pussy. Keep it wet for me."

She slides her arm under herself and rubs her slippery gash. I step to the wash basin, give my prick a quick washing, and grease it up with lube. I walk right up behind her and push it in right past her fingers. She moans loudly.

"You want to be fucked like a slut, don't you?" I ask slapping her ass.

"Yes!" She yelps.

"Why?" I ask slapping the other cheek and grinding my cock deeper.

"I like it. I want to feel it for days afterward. To know I did something." She purrs.

"Then you need better fuck buddies," I say planting my hand loudly over her tailbone.

I start slow and even before pulling out and shoving into the base. She grabs the edge of the table grunting. I pound her harder as I rub my thumb over her abused little sphincter. She moans and bucks wildly, rocking herself back so the pounding is deeper.

Knowing I will not last much longer I pull out and drag her off the table. I spin her around and sit her back on the table's edge. I slide back in holding her neck and looking her in the eyes. I fuck her furiously. Holding her eyes I see them haze at the start of an orgasm. I ram deep and cum in hard jetting gushes. She starts to roll her eyes but I squeeze her neck slightly snapping her attention to my eyes.

"Now squirt like the little hussy you are.!" I command.

Her pussy clenches and spasms around my throbbing member twice before ejecting it. Her wail in low and throaty as she gushes her girl juice all over my cock. She twitches and moans gushing a second wave of fluid. Her eyes go wide, looking into mine, as her mouth gasps for air. I let her fall back on the table and finger her pulsing cunny hard a dozen times. She squirts right after I take my fingers out.

"You had enough?" I ask.

She can barely nod in reply.

"Good?" I ask.

She curls up on the table quivering. I take that as a yes. I release the slave rune before stepping away from the table. I finish the half glass of wine still sitting there before rummaging for more. She moans before gushing a little more onto the table. I giggle to myself. This was fun. I could go for a few more romps like this one.

"Why am I still horny?" She whimpers.

"When the sex is good you always want more. Even if you can't physically do it anymore." I answer.

"I feel like I am still cumming." She says as her body quivers again.

"You probably are. I can also make you squirt some more." I say.

"You trying to melt my brain?" She asks.

"This is what you wanted. You begged me to fuck you until I couldn't fuck anymore." I state bluntly.

"Yeah, I did." She admits.

"Well catch your breath and get something to drink because I am not done fucking you yet," I say.

"What? You're not done?" She asks looking at me wide-eyed.

"I fuck half-demons, sirens, gorgon, and mermaids. Your tight elf pussy feels really nice but I need more to be satisfied. Pushing my slimy prick in your ass was exciting. So I want more." I answer petting her trembling backside.

"How do I compete with that?" she whimpers.

"You don't. It's not a competition. You give me pleasure with your body as hard as you can as I do the same to you. It is all about us, right here, right now. Nothing else really matters." I answer.

"Oh, Gods help me." She says as her body quivers in orgasm again.
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