Part III

As the sun slowly set across the waters of Linean Bay, the city slowly became awash in the shadows of darkness and the scattered warm hues of torchlight upon the more traversed city streets. The Royal Guards, as per their duty, blew three long blasts from their whistles, which echoed throughout the city, as warning to the bustling city that curfew would begin in one hour.

From a small bay window overlooking the broad plaza in the Merchant's Quarter, Nicholas Larmen, took a moment to watch the crowd quickly thin out and make their way back home to villas and apartments throughout the city. Smiling gently, Nicholas Larmen, his face wizened with the sagacity that comes with old age, lit two candles and dipped his quill into the small ink jar next to him. The only sounds in the room were the murmurs from the hustle and bustle occurring down below and the sound of his quill running over parchment.

For Nicholas Larmen, one of the most respected accountants in the Kingdom, attending to the Queen's business was the most important thing in his life. For Nicholas, the reign of Queen Alana had transformed the city of Linea, bringing wealth and power such as he had never seen in his nearly 75 years of life. He was tremendously proud to be in her service.

After nearly an hour of writing down detailed numbers and figures, Nicholas looked outside his window once again to the now empty streets of the Merchant's Quarter and smiled at the silence. Perfect. Just another few minutes here, some more ledgers there, and I can retire for the night and get some sleep before the drawing tomorrow. Ah, yes, the drawing. I must not be deterred from my duties.

Putting quill to paper again Nicholas began writing once more in the new candlelit room.

THUMP!

"Hmm, that was strange." The old man whispered as he slowly put down his quill and looked upward at the roof where the sound had come from. As he looked up, he could hear a slight scuffling sound move across the room. Picking up his cane, Nicholas looked up again, and slowly followed the sound of, what he presumed, to be footsteps as they made their way across the roof.

They're heading toward the skylight! he cringed slightly in alarm and walked quickly back over to snuff out his candles. When they were out, he stood silently by his desk in the shadows and avoided making any noises. The only light in the room came from Laken and Frost which hung medium low in the sky. Whoever it is, maybe their business isn't here. Maybe they'll move on.

As he watched quietly, a shadow moved across the large, vaulted skylight and was projected onto the floor. From where Nicholas stood, the shadow looked tremendously ominous and Nicholas gasped in alarm, raising his cane slowly in a defensive posture.

The shadow stopped, and stood for a moment as Nicholas watched it. Then, with a small sound, Nicholas heard the squeaky noise of a latch from one of the skylight's large window squares open.

They're coming in! He thought frightfully.

With the sound of a cloak rustling briefly in the air, and a small thump, a gray cloaked figure landed on the floor thirty feet away. Nicholas froze with terror.

"Don't come near me! I'm armed with a sword and I'm a master swordsman!" He yelled, cane now held high in both hands.

The figure, whose features where concealed by the night and indistinguishable, paused for a moment and then walked toward Nicholas.

"I swear! I was a soldier in the Linean squabble with Manara twenty years ago and I know how to use it!" Sweat rolled down Nicholas' wrinkled forehead.

Rich laughter rolled through the room, echoing in the silence and the space between them.

That's not a man. That's a woman! Nicholas thought to himself, slightly relieved.

"I am not here to harm you old man. I'm here to speak to you about something."

"Who are you?" Nicholas asked suspiciously, his eyes squinting slightly.

"I am a citizen of Linea. You have nothing to fear from me. Now please, put down the cane, light your candles, and let us talk." The woman spoke, motioning toward Nicholas' desk.

"How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you aren't some sort of assassin sent here to kill me?" Nicholas responded, his voice lowering with distrust.

The figure laughed again. "If I was sent here to kill you, you would be dead. Please put down the cane and do what I have asked Master Larmen."

Sighing loudly, Nicholas lowered his cane and took a minute to light the candles. When they were lit he turned back toward the figure that now had her grey hood pulled down. In the candlelight Nicholas saw a young woman with neck length, raven colored hair, deep blue eyes, dimples, and thin lips which smiled up at him in amusement.

"What do you want?" Nicholas asked as he slowly sat down in his chair, his knees popping as he did so.

"I am here to speak to you about the Queen's Ball and the drawing you will conduct tomorrow." Jaina told him softly as she pulled over an extra chair and sat in it.

"Yes. What about it?" Nicholas sighed.

"I want to be one of the winners." Jaina smiled.

"Impossible." Nicholas scoffed. "It's a random drawing, and practically the whole city will be in the drawing. There is no way that I can ensure that you'd be a winner. It is all by chance." He folded his arms and stared into Jaina's piercing blue eyes. "Besides, even if I could, what's in it for me?"

He gasped and then stood up quickly in alarm.

"You don't plan on harming the Queen do you? If so, you might as well kill me now because..."

"Shhh," Jaina said to him quietly, her index finger pressed against her lip. "I'm not going to harm the Queen. It has nothing to do with her," Jaina said in a sneer and then softened her voice, "There is a man, a man I loved, who will be attending. I want to see him one last time." Her voice cracked with emotion and sadness. "I would pay you..."

"Ahhh. I see." Nicholas interrupted and rubbed his chin, carefully watching her expression. This poor girl really has a longing for someone. I can see it in her eyes.. He looked down sadly and remembered his estranged daughter, Nanci, who he hadn't spoken to in years. Not since her mother died. He thought sadly.

"Well.” He stopped as he started coughing harshly. As he did so, he pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket and coughed into it. When he pulled it away there were speckles of blood on it. He took a moment and composed himself, his eyes watery and bloodshot. Jaina watched him with concern.

"Are you okay?" She said softly to him, worry on her face.

"Yes my child. I will be okay. I'm an old man and I suffer from advanced consumption of the lungs." He saw her look of horror but he smiled calmly at her. "It's okay. I've lived a long life. No one need grieve." He said serenely and patted her gently on her arm.

After a few moments of silence had passed he slapped his hand on his thigh. "You know what? You remind me of my daughter," he said wistfully.

"I require no money and I will help you. Besides Love," he said slowly, his eyes looking off into the distance, "Is one of the most important things we are given and the most important thing we can give."

He looked up into Jaina's eyes. "Make the most of it.”

"Yes. I will help you." He said to Jaina's beaming smile. Nicholas held up his hand. "But, it's extremely risky. If the Queen's Officer's ever discovered that I helped you, they would have you killed." Jaina nodded. "However, I think I know of a way."

"Really?" Jaina looked at him hopefully, a tear in her eye.

"Yes." Nicholas responded.

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"Come, come this way my lovelies..." Kellia motioned to the two men following behind her as they made their way through the darkened streets toward the large gates of the Royal Keep. "Don't be afraid now, it's going to be okay. Everything will be fine. You'll see."

"But it's the Royal Guard Keep... I've heard stories..." One of the men began to stammer, sweat streaming down his forehead, his companion also becoming worried.

"Oh boys. Really. Would I ever hurt you?" Kellia said, approaching the men. "Perhaps," she said sexily as she touched each one in turn, "You need another reminder of what we Royal Guards can do." She focused again, releasing another dose of pheromones to lull the men into their previously lustful and suggestive state. When she did, the men became docile again.

"There, that's all better. Come now." Kellia smiled.

"Yes. Anything you say Captain." The men said, almost in unison.

"You have to be careful Kellia," Sara said, the attractive man slung easily over her shoulder as she walked. "You don't want to burn out their minds completely."

Kellia laughed softly. "I know but after all they're only men and both they, and we, are doing our duty to Queen and country. Besides, once Guards Rest begins, I won't have to worry as much." She twirled as she walked, her black dress revealing her muscular thighs as she did. "Only a few more minutes. I can't wait to see if I'll change again!"

Sara smiled. "Neither can I." She nodded, "We're almost to gate one."

Kellia looked at the man on Sara's shoulders as they walked, appraising him slowly. "Mmm... you sure did pick an attractive man Sara. He looks exquisite. Why did you pick him anyway?"

Sara continued walking. While she had been immensely attracted to the idea of doing Guard's Rest with the man, his resistance to her charms made him unique from all of those others who had rested with her before. Why does he intrigue me? Could it be that I saw the power of love in his eyes which made him able to do the impossible in resisting my charms?

She spoke curtly to Kellia, "He intrigues me."

Kellia snorted. "Well, I'll say. A man like that would intrigue me too." Kellia laughed as they approached the guard station.

"Halt." A Royal Guard, attired in the blues and browns of their uniforms called out, four other Royal Guards fanned out behind her. "Identify yourself."

Sara spoke up. "Captain Sara and Captain Kellia from First Watch. We’re returning from Guard’s Rest.”

The woman's eyes hardened as she assessed the two women. "Captain Jani, Third Watch. Present your men for inspection."

The other Royal Guards approached the men and began to frisk them to search for any weapons or chemicals which might be used to harm the women in the Royal Guard Keep. As they did so, the women, eyed the men hungrily, envious that Sara and Kellia were participating in Guard's Rest.

"Very nice," one of the women said as she patted one of Kellia's men. "This one is finely built," she said as her hand slapped the inside one of his thighs, causing the man to grunt in pain slightly.

"Hey! Be careful there. He's mine." Kellia called out as she rushed toward the Guard. The woman snorted slightly as she stood up and backed away.

"And this one?" Captain Jani asked, circling Sara, her eyes glued on the unconscious man draped over Sara muscular shoulder. "What happened to him?"

"He needed extra persuasion." Sara responded.

"Interesting. Does he have any weapons?" Jani asked, as she ran her hands over his back and sides very slowly as if she was doing more than a weapons search.

"No Captain. May we pass through?" Sara said impatiently noticing Jani's interest in the man.

"My, what an attractive one you have. When you're done with him perhaps you could bring him to me? I'm in suite 17B." Her hands squeezed the unconscious man's arm. "My and strong too..."

Kellia laughed. "Most of the men who Rest with Captain Sara aren't good for a second row." Kellia said to Sara's red face. "She really enjoys Guard's Rest and..."

"Um hmmmm." Sara grunted, giving Kellia a warning glance.

"Uh, right. As Captain Sara was saying can we pass through now?" Kellia added quickly.

"Pity." Captain Jani frowned and then looked up at Sara and Kellia again. "Yes, you may pass."

"Thank you," Sara nodded as they walked through the gates.

"No problem. Have fun with Guard's Rest. If there ,is anything left of this man when you're done could you please send him...."

Sara responded curtly as she walked past, staring ahead. "There won't be. Find someone else."

"Touché." Jani said. "Close the gate!"

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On the moonlit balcony over looking the expansive city of Linea, Queen Alana stood, purveying her dominance over nearly 700,000 souls. Her incredible body, covered in a slight sheen of sweat following her love making with Jhar gleamed in the moonlight as she leaned on the elaborate railing of her expansive marble balcony. Her breasts, heavy yet firm, rested comfortably on her muscular forearms, the dark rose colored nipples erect from the slight coolness of the breeze in the night air brought on from a thunderstorm rolling in over the horizon. Her broad muscular back, cobbled with muscles, tapered down to her slender waist and the muscular curve of her buttocks. Whenever she moved slightly, small muscular dimples appeared on her hips in the soft shadows whenever she shifted her body slightly upon her muscular legs.

"This is all mine," She whispered to herself. "I have come so far in so short of a time but there is still so much more to do."

Sighing softly, Alana picked up her sheer white night gown and wrapped it around her body, the material hugging her waist and hips as she tied it around her waist. With a slow turn, Alana walked softly back into the room, her calve muscles flaring, and hips swaying as she did so. When she was by the bed, the stopped and looked down at Jhar's sleeping form and smiled.

Oh Jhar, you don't know how much I love you. You don't know how difficult this road has been for me. She thought to herself as she watched Jhar turn over on his side away from her.

As she looked on him she knew that he would never understand what she was trying to accomplish. He would never understand the abuse that she had been subject to at her father's hands as he slowly slipped into madness. The anger, the violent rages, the beatings. Her father had exiled her mother, leaving Alana alone, abused, afraid, and unloved. Even when she had left for the High Academy at Chesterook, she remained an outcast. Homely and undesired, she had used her mind to excel, to achieve. Where other women would use their knowledge and wiles to attract a man, Alana knew that she would have to depend on herself to make her way in the world.

In all of that time, in all of those moments of loneliness, her only friend had been Jhar.

Jhar if only you understood! The men of this world aren't like you Jhar. She thought as she lay down next to him and stared at him. They aren't sweet and kind like you. The men of power create war, misery, slavery, and death. They see people as their playthings to be used and discarded for their own power. They treat us women as second class trophies, attractive little sex slaves adorning their arms. She ran her hands through his hair.

I will change that. I will bring peace to the world and usher in a new age by uniting all under my leadership. I will bring them love Jhar. All that I ask is that I not be alone. I deserve respect. I deserve to be loved for my greatness Jhar. She pulled back her hand and folded them together, placing them underneath her cheek on the large pillow.

Closing her eyes softly, she concentrated deeply and then opened them again. When she did, she could see a soft blue aura around Jhar's form, an ability that was slowly developed through their love and marriage bond. With it, she could feel small tingles of his presence when he was near and feel the power coursing through his body which fueled her change through the strongroot. The more they made love, the more she could sense and feel from him, and the more her body would change.

For Alana, the strongroot, and the changes to her body, had become everything. She hungered for it. Desired it. It was a drug to Alana and she reveled in her growing mastery over others and her ability to finally control events which had eluded her for so long. She was now a master of her own destiny and no one would ever make her feel insignificant again.

Jhar had only the slightest inkling of how important this link was to Alana. In their last encounter, he had voiced his concerns regarding her growing lust for other men, telling Alana how it hurt him to see her lose control of herself. What he didn't know, is that she already had. She had taken other men to bed to sate her growing, uncontrollable sexual desires. Every time Alana took a man to bed she had felt tremors of guilt but when those same men stood before her, she lost control as the need to dominate and control possessed her thoughts and fed her cravings. She had taken dozens to her bed, however none of them gave her the power that bonding with Jhar had.

A tear ran down Alana face as she thought back to those uncontrollable moments and the pain it would cause Jhar. It's so hard Jhar. The power I have. I need more. She sniffled, tears streaming. I love you Jhar and I need you. You are the key to everything. she thought as she reflected backward. Her tryst with other men, due to her growing sexual desire, was only one secret she had kept from Jhar. She had not told Jhar the whole story about the scroll she had found in the library of the High Academy of Chesterook and the effects of their lovemaking while they were on strongroot.

As they both knew, Jhar's love and marriage bond with Alana were integral into fueling the changes to her body while she was taking the strongroot. However, as time went on, and as Alana suspected, Jhar's body had become a receptacle of power, a well, which had the potential, not only to transform Alana, but women as well.

I will know the truth of it Jhar. If it should prove true, I will not let it happen. You will not be used by anyone save me and me alone. Alana thought greedily. Your secret will lie with me and I will be the sole benefactor of our bond.

The scroll that Alana had found at Chesterook had been part one of three, the other two documenting other articles of power which had fueled the Age of Wonders, and been lost to the world when the Age of Wonders fell. With you by my side Jhar and the kingdoms of the world under my command, I can acquire these articles of power for my own. I will be unopposed. Who knows what I can accomplish and when I'm done, I can find a way to end the cravings, to return to my own mind. She wiped the tears from her eyes. But the power, it feels so good!

The very thought of more power built up in Alana. Warmth ran through her body and she felt herself become moist at the thought. Without realizing it, Alana released a flush of pheromones which caused Jhar to moan softly in his sleep. As he did, Alana felt shivers run down her back at the sound of his voice. Turning to the nightstand, Alana put a pinch of strongroot on her tongue and then, moving slowly closer, she kissed Jhar on the lips, rolling him over onto his back gently as she did.

"Jhar..." She whispered to him softly, her sweet breath on his lips. "Wake up Jhar. Your Queen needs you."

Jhar opened his eyes groggily. "Alana? What are you..?”

"Shhh..." She said softly, put a manicured finger on his lips as she began to run her own lips down his body.

Jhar moaned and the blue aura around his body glowed slightly brighter in Alana's vision. He's got so much energy. I want it , she thought deviously as she sent shivers of pleasure down his body. Looking downward, she could see his member rise with blood, the blue aura glowing brightly around his pubic region.

"I'm," her lips sucked on his chest.

"Going to..." her tongue swirled around his nipple.

"Ssszzt.” he let out.

"Suck..." She gave him a small bite on his abdomen, her strong hands rubbing her chest. Looking down, he could see her blond hair wash over his body, her muscular butt high, her deep blue eyes locked on his.

"You off..." She said as she ran her hands down around his waist, grabbed his buttocks, and wrapped her sensuous tongue around his erection. Her eyes were still locked on his. "Mmmmm... " She moaned, closing her eyes as she tasted his pre-cum.

"Alana... " He moaned breathily as her mouth ran over his shaft, her pheromones turning him on.

"Oh Jhar... come for me baby..." She brought up a hand, running it along his thigh sending ticklish waves of pleasure coursing into his brain. "Come for me Jhar," she said again before hungrily taking him again into her mouth.

Oh the energy! By the elements! He tastes so good! She thought to herself as she moved up and down, causing Jhar to moan almost continuously. "Yes baby," she said again. "Come for me. Give it me."

"Ah... Alana...!" Jhar screamed and Alana could feel more energy conglomerate down there, waiting for release.

"Do it Jhar.” she said looking up at him, her free hand stroking him while her other hand ran down his thigh. She went back down on him as he screamed and came. When he did, Alana felt her heart beat immensely fast as warmth rushed through her body, her muscles constricting on a microscopic level as they became stronger, and more efficient. As with every other time, her skin became incredibly soft to the touch as another blemish removed itself from somewhere on her body, leaving her more beautiful and statuesque. As Jhar continued his release, he fainted as Alana absorbed the energy from his inexhaustible supply.

"Yes!!" She screamed. "Change me!" Lightening flashed in her maddened eyes.

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The unconscious man dreamed of a faraway port in a faraway sea...

In his dream, golden rays of sunlight sparkled over the waters of Yara Bay, a small port city in the Yaran Islands. The wind was warm and inviting and a small breeze blew the palm trees lining the bay.

"I want to stay with you." Dazzling green eyes whispered to him, holding him close along the wooden wharfs of Yara Bay.

"I know you do but I have to send you back to Manara. Your parents await your return. It will be good for you to be around family the next few months while I go out to sea. I will return in a month and when I do, I've put in for leave." He smiled, running his fingers through her blonde hair.

She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. "But I want you here. Now. Do we really have to part?"

"You know we do. Since the war with Linea began, the Yaran Islands are a target. It's no longer safe for you to stay here. Your ship, the Sea Clipper, leaves for Manara in the hour as does mine. Besides, while the parting will be rough, this will be a good run and I'll be paid handsomely for it." He pulled away and smiled, his hand reaching down to gently run along the smooth roundness of her stomach. "I'll not have our child go without the best." He smiled. As he did, a small kick from his unborn child responded.

He smiled. "My, he's a strong one..."

"She. It's a she." Robin looked up at him, smiling mischievously. "And she takes after me."

The man laughed, laugh lines instantly appearing around his eyes. "Aye. She does. She does."

"Hurry back," his wife said, leaning against his chest again, blue naval uniform he wore was soft and inviting. Her arms enfolded him again.

The man pulled back slightly, and with a hand raised his wife's chin slowly, bringing her tan face, soft lips, green eyes, and round face to his own. He kissed her gently, the kiss full of warmth, longing, sadness, and hope. "I will return to you."

"You better." She pinched him playfully on the buttocks. "Besides, she'll need a brother." She winked at him.

"I love you." The unconscious man whispered in his sleep.

"I love you," His wife responded in the dream with a whisper, clinging tightly to him once more as they kissed each other deeply one last time and then parted.

The unconscious man's dream fast forwarded....

In the quiet confines of a small cabin, a storm railed outside his ship's aft windows in Yara Bay where his ship was anchored. With each swell of the ocean, the wooden superstructure of the ship creaked and moaned while the wind blew outside, whistling loudly and mournfully in the night.

The storm was a weak semblance of the storm raging within him as he sat on a small wooden chair in the candlelight. With each flash of lightening, the yellow parchment in his hands lit up like fire in his hands as his tear filled eyes read what was written there.

H.M.S. Sea Clipper attacked en route to Manara on 3rd Month of High Summer, Common Year 1063. H.M.S. Dolphlarshark dispatched to last know coordinates. Three survivors found on nearby island. All other hands and passengers killed. Survivors claimed attackers were connected to the Conqa Merchants who have a trading alliance with Linea. Survivors died two days later of malnutrition.

The unconscious man balled his fists and in his dream, the paper crumpling in his hands as he rocked back and forth in the chair. "My wife and child," The man whispered quietly, putting his hands up and pressing them into his face. "My wife and child..."

He screamed.....
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His eyes fluttered open to a candlelit room and the soft white fabrics of a bed canopy hovering overhead. His face was cold and wet from the agony brought about in his dream. Slowly turning his head to look around the room, the man saw moonlight filter in through the wispy white drapes adorning the window. Turning to the left, he saw three candles upon the small night stand next to him. With another look, he saw bare stone walls and a solitary, full length mirror on the wall. Lightening flashed in through the window and with it a brunette muscular woman appeared, standing in the mirror's reflection.

"Ahh... I see that you're awake." She said with a tone of amusement in her voice.

He turned his head to where the woman stood, a flash of dizziness disoriented him causing him to reach up and place a hand on his head. When the dizziness had passed seconds later, the man said groggily, "Where am I?"

"I see my headlock caused a slight memory loss caused by lack of blood flow. I'm sorry about that." She sighed. "You're in the Royal Guard Keep and about to serve Queen and country." Sara said as she walked toward him, arms folded, her long legs flexing as she did so. From where the man lay, he could see her muscular thighs as they slipped out of her dress through the thigh slit of her slinky black dress. Her breasts, pressed upward by the tightness of her dress, jiggled softly underneath her folded arms as she walked. Her arms were tan with noticeable biceps and the hint of a bluish vein, on what the man guessed, was her dominate arm.

"Uh... I'm married." The man said as he scrambled up quickly only to be pushed back down by Sara's hand on his chest.

"We've already established that." Sara said as she swung one hip onto the bed and crawled toward him. "What's your name?"

"My name is Tobias Alt. I'm the owner of a small shop in the Tradesman Quarter."

"Very nice Master Alt. I am Captain Sara of the Royal Guard of course." She cooed, swinging a leg over Alt to straddle him, the rounded muscles of her thigh becoming exposed again. She tilted her head, her dark curly locks flowed backward behind her as she did so. "And tonight, you belong to me."

Alt tried to scramble up, his hands pushing against her thighs. Sara laughed. "My my, my! You, are a feisty one." She ran her hands down his chest, ripping his shirt as she went, his buttons flying outward and making small noises as they hit the wooden floorboards. "Where do you think you're going to go?" Her finger ran down the outlines of his pec muscle. "You're in the Royal Guard Keep. Even if you were able to make it out of this room, which you won't, one of the other Guards would take you." She tilted her head sideways and gave him an appraising look. "I swear they'd be less..." she pursed her lips and opened them swiftly, her lips making a popping sound as they did so. “Gentle than me."

"You can't have me." He struggled. "My heart belongs to another."

Sara frowned as he said this, his love for another touching something deep inside of her. She released the pressures from her thighs slightly, pushed him down again and looked at him in the eyes.

"You would deny yourself this?" She cupped her breasts underneath her folded arms, the tips of her nipples rising teasingly over the dress' cleavage line. "Nice no?" She said as she slowly ran her hands up, her fingers swirling around her erect nipples which were visible through the skin tight black fabric. When she had done that, she ran her hands up the sides of her neck and cheeks, through her hair, finally bringing her hands up in the air, her fingers splayed open, as she flexed her apple sized biceps.

He paused. "You.. You are very attractive but I can't."

Sara dropped her hands slowly and rubbed them on his chest again. "Can't is not a word I'm used to hearing Master Alt. Out of the thousands of men in Linea I have chosen you for Guard's Rest and you will comply."

Alt turned his head away from her. "I will not."

Sara closed her eyes and focused deeply, releasing pheromones into the room. She could feel Alt's pulse as blood rushed down to fill his growing member. Sara smiled. I love this body. There is so much I can do.

When she opened her eyes again, she gently cupped Alt's chin with her manicured hand and turned his face back to her. "Do you feel that Master Alt? I do." She said erotically. "I can feel you becoming harder. I can feel your pulse quickening. I can see the small beads of sweat forming on your forehead." She slowly reached down and pulled up his hands, which had little resistance, and placed them on her hips. "Do you feel that Master Alt? The curvature of my hips? Aren't they nice?"

Alt nodded.

"Yes. They're very strong Master Alt." She squeezed playfully and leaned down and ran her lips on the side of his neck, her tongue briefly touching his earlobe. She whispered to him. "There is so much that I can do with this body Master Alt. There are things that I can do that you've never experienced before. Don't you want that Master Alt? You can let me fuck you tonight." Her hips moved sensuously underneath his hands, her thigh muscles moving slightly against his hips. "You can let me fuck you tonight Master Alt and you can make this body stronger, faster.." She ran her finger down his chest. "Sexier..."

"I.. I.." Alt said, his left hand cupping her breast.

"Yes Master Alt?" Sara moaned.

"I can't." He pulled his arms off her hips and turned defiantly away again. Her spell was broken. "You are a beautiful woman but I can't." Tears started to well in his eyes.

He's crying? Why is he crying?! Sara asked herself as she watched the man for a few moments. Finally Sara spoke.

"Why are you shedding tears?"

"I made a vow to my wife that I would take no other. This is.. painful to me." He looked away.

He's so fragile and yet he's so strong. "Where is your wife now Master Alt." She said carefully, her voice full of concern and curiosity.

"She..." His voice cracked. "She's dead. She died two years ago in the war."

Two years ago? This man has been holding on to his dead wife's memory for two years? Amazing. Simply Amazing! She thought back to her own lost Aarin, who had died years ago as well. With his death, she had been robbed of knowing the bond of love that this man had with his departed wife.

She looked upward and then back down at him. Her eyes traveled his strong, smooth, yet rugged features. She looked upon him as if seeing him for the first time.What would it feel like to have such love? With a heavy heart, she looked down sadly at Alt and slowly moved off his waist, to lie on the bed next to him.

He looked at her startled. "What are you doing? Why are you stopping?"

"Because, I'm no longer in the mood. Something you said touched me." She said harshly and then felt tears well up in her own eyes. "I've never known that kind of love before, that kind of dedication. My life is nothing more than training, combat, and service. It's lonely." She swung her feet over the side of the bed, her shoulders slumping. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. Normally, as with all other men, I'd bend you to my will, take what I wanted from you. Please go."

Alt watched her for a moment and finally spoke. "I understand how you feel. Ever since my wife..." Sara felt stung at her mention. "Died, that is all I have done as well."

Sara turned and looked at him suspiciously. "For others. I mean. In my work." Alt responded gently and saw Sara's expression melt. She nodded silently.

"You may go." Sara said, wiping tears from her eyes. "Your things are in the corner," She said motioning towards his brown overcoat and coin purse.

"Thank you." Alt said. I've got to get out of here before she changes her mind. He thought as he quickly rushed over to gather his stuff. In his nervousness he struggled to put on his coat. When it was on he looked back towards Sara on the bed. She was crying. His heart went out her and then he stopped himself. She's a Royal Guard. She'll destroy you! Run! His mind raced He picked up his bag and then looked at her again.

But she's alone. She's still human.

He walked back over toward the bed and sat down next to her and pulled out a clean handkerchief from his overcoat pocket. He dried her tears and she looked at him, her green eyes were locked onto his. After a few moments Alt spoke.

"I won't do Guard's Rest with you but would you like someone to talk to?"

"Yes." Sara smiled. "I would like that very much."

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The plaza in the market square was filled with thousands of people who were slowly gathering for the Queen's Masquerade Ball drawing. Citizens and merchants, dressed in bright colors and festive clothing for the Festival Lights, moved slowly and browsed the hundreds of merchant carts scattered about. In the air, the smell of foods from a dozens of different vendors mixed and mingled in the air. There was anticipation as people closely guarded their drawing tabs, each thinking that they would the honor.

Jaina, dressed in a simple barmaid’s dress complete with frilly sleeves, brown vest, and green skirt, moved anonymously through the crowd. All around her the conversation focused on Queen Alana and the recent war news with Manara.

Alana, Alana, Alana, Alana! I'm sick of hearing about her! I can't wait to quit this city and move on. Jaina thought angrily, reflecting on her drift less state, having been abandoned by her family.

Squeezing her way through the crowd, Jaina slowly made her way to a fashionable erected stage of finely polished Linean oak. The stage itself, hand four large, intricately crafted wood pillars, each of which had long strips of royal blue cloth running down them. In the center of the pillars, a large field of royal blue cloth, complete with Alana's white crown, filled her vision. A large round iron cage, complete with hand crank and wheel, sat in front of the large field of Royal Blue upon the stage. In it, there thousands of white drawing tabs which would be pulled to determine the winners.

As Jaina worked her way through the last few lines of people mingling around the stage, she saw Nicholas Larmen, his hands thrust into the iron cage as if he were examining something inside. As Jaina watched, he closed the cage's little door, dusted his hands off on his royal blue robes, and turned slowly to look at the crowd. When he saw Jaina he paused momentarily and then smiled down at her.

Jaina smiled back up at him.

With another turn, Nicholas turned his wizened body slowly and began to walk back behind the cage, coughing into his handkerchief as he did so. Jaina frowned as she watched him fade from view.

When he disappeared, two tall and athletically built Royal Guards emerged from the sides of the stage to stand next to the iron cage.

Very soon. Jaina thought as she reached into her brown vest to check on her drawing receipt once more. One last time Jhar... one last time.

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Jhar Helar, walked swiftly as he made his way down to the training ground in the Royal Guard Keep for his daily exercises with Sword master Carreena Iceara of Queen Alana's Royal Guards. Over the last few months, Jhar, feeling idle, asked Queen Alana if he could practice with the Queen's Royal Guards to keep trim and fit. At first Alana had told him no but Jhar had explained to her that it would be beneficial for him to learn the arts of the sword to protect himself, Alana had rescinded.

As Jhar neared the last stone corridor in the Royal Guard Keep, he slowly opened the large wooden door and stepped outside. As he did, the sunlight filtered into his eyes temporarily blinding him. Jhar raised his hands for a moment to protect his eyes and let them adjust when he heard the sound of a sword slip through its scabbard.

Jhar, his body working automatically, tucked his chin down to his chest and leaped forward, rolling on the ground in a front roll as he hit the ground. When he hit the ground, he could hear the dull "thunk" of steel hitting the soft dirt where he had stood. Completing his roll, his feet now underneath him again, Jhar quickly drew out his sword and held it in the ready stance.

"Very well done Jhar." Carreena said. "You evaded my attack beautifully."

"You've taught me well Carreena." Jhar saluted, raising his blade to his nose, and then swiftly sliding it back into its scabbard. "What do we have planned today?"

Carreena returned the salute and slide the sword back into her scabbard. Carreena, smiled back at him with beautifully white teeth which were made dazzlingly bright due to her dark brown skin tone, brown eyes, long black hair, and luscious red lips. "The usual. Follow me."

Jhar followed behind her and took her in. Carreena was from the continent of Timbara, a huge continent with broad deserts, lush jungles, and broad grassy plains. Her dark brown skin was natural to all of her people and the various climes on her continent made her people tough and resourceful.

As they walked, Jhar followed her swaying hips which were covered by her brown Royal Guards breeches. Moving his eyes upward, Jhar saw the dark black ink of tribal tattoos on the small of her back which were exposed by the ragged, sleeveless, white training shirt she wore. As with all Royal Guards, her back was strong, and rolled slightly as she walked. Her smooth dark skin made her muscles look fantastic. Already naturally strong, Carreena's body reacted very well to the Queen's Blessing.

"Stop here." Carreena said to Jhar without turning around.

Jhar stopped. They were in the middle of the yard in an open space. All around him, the women from the Royal Guard were training with weights, sparring with swords, doing acrobatics on mats, and stretching their bodies.

"What are we going to do?" Jhar asked confusingly as Carreena walked away. The women around him stopped their exercises and stared at him.

"Uh... Carreena... What's going on?" Jhar said nervously, slowly taking a step back.

Behind him a door opened and a young woman emerged from the shadows. Unlike the other Royal Guard's who were taller and broadly muscular, the young woman slowly approaching him was athletically fit and tone. She was, darkly tanned, brown eyed, with short cut black hair which ended at the base of her ears. Lira was taller than average and stood at a height of 5'9 to Jhar's imposing 6'2.

"Lira Carn?" Jhar asked aloud. "The recent games winner?"

"Yes." Lira said, brandishing a blade before him. "I'm here to test you Jhar Helar."

"Carreena is this true?" Jhar looked at Carreena who was now standing with the other Royal Guards.

"It is true Jhar. The Queen wants us to test your skills without you being broken. Lira has agreed to this." She walked up to Jhar and laid her hand on his shoulder. "Don't fail me Jhar." She said quietly and then stepped away again.

"Begin." Carreena said.

Lira rushed Jhar, her blade whirling in the sunlight. When she had closed the distance with Jhar, her blade swept upward at Jhar and was met by his blade. Switching positions, Lira circled her sword around and swept it downward, her blade being met once again by Jhar's. Over the next five seconds, Lira's sword swept in and out, striking from all directions as she slowly drove Jhar back.

Goodness she's strong. Jhar thought as their blades met each other again and again. She hasn't even been blessed. CLING! Only the best for my wife.

Lira pushed in, meeting his blade, her toned arms and bodyweight pushing against his. She looked up at him and smiled a killer's smile. "You're good Jhar. Very good but you don't stand a chance against me. I will have the Queen's blessing." She pushed herself backward and sprung into the air, her body twisting as she landed on her feet and faced him again.

Jhar looked over at Carreena. She laughed at him pleasantly and smiled. "Why are you looking at me Jhar? You know what to do. Do it."

Jhar looked toward Lira, who was standing with perfect form. Lira smiled and made a "come hither" motion with her hand. Jhar shrugged and moved in, his blade now whirling on the offensive in a replay of Lira's opening attack.

Lira, like him before, deflected every thrust and attack he gave her, her catlike reflexes and speed equaling out his advantages of reach and strength. As Jhar began to tire, Lira pressed her attack, forcing him backwards again.

"What's wrong Jhar?" She mocked him, her body moving tirelessly. "Are you feeling tired?"

Jhar, angered at her taunts, roared loudly and pressed the attack again. However, unlike his first attack, his movements were becoming slower, sloppier, and Lira knocked them aside lazily. As Jhar raised his sword for a downward blow, Lira kicked him backward.

As Jhar landed, his sword fell from his hands and body cried out in pain as his muscles, burned from the combat he had just engaged them in. Lira jumped upon him, straddling him.

"Do you yield?" Lira asked him, her sword at his throat.

"I yield," Jhar wheezed out.

Lira looked up at Carreena and smiled.

Carreena clapped her hands and looked down at Jhar. "You did well Jhar. Lira is an expert fighter." Carreena looked up at the Royal Guards standing around. "Ladies...we must be leaving. We need to give Lira and Jhar some private time."

Jhar turned his head and watched the Royal Guards slowly exit. He looked at Carreena who was walking away. "Wha... Where are you going? Carreena!" He yelled. "What do you mean private time with Lira?"

Carreena stopped and turned around, smiling at Jhar viciously. "Queen's orders." She looked at Lira. "Don't be too rough on him. He belongs to the Queen still."

Lira looked back down at Jhar and smiled. "Oh, I will give him my best care."

"Carreena!" Jhar yelled. "Carreena!"

Lira hit Jhar on the jaw, stunning him into silence. "Knock that off. I won't hurt you. I swear."

"What are you going to do?" Jhar looked her squarely in the eyes.

"Why, I'm going to screw you Jhar Helar." She said as she took the sword and ran it through Jhar's shirt, the blade tearing fabric as it went. She kissed him on the lips.

"Mmm... you're excellent Jhar." She moaned as she reached her free hand down and began to undo Jhar's buttons. When they were undone, she slipped her hands into his breeches and began to massage him.
"What!" Jhar yelled out, his body spasming as he reacted to get away.

"Don't move!" Lira yelled, her blade on Jhar's neck.

Jhar froze.

Lira lowered the sword once more and went back to what she was doing. "I won't hurt you Jhar. Not unless you force me to. Let me do this." She grabbed hold of him softly, her hand moving over his hardening shaft.

"But Alana..." Jhar protested.

"The Queen has other lovers Jhar." She responded harshly.

"But she...”

"Oh be quiet. You know it to be true. We've all heard the rumors. Did you think that Queen Alana, may she be forever blessed, being as beautiful and desired as she is, wouldn't take other men to her bed?"

"I...I." Jhar stammered.

"I...I..." Lira mocked him. "Now it's your turn Jhar. Besides doesn't it make you angry to know what she's doing? How she's hurting you?"

Jhar looked up angrily at Lira who stared down at him intently. She smiled. "Do it Jhar. Fuck me. I know you want to. Do it."

Jhar, with a burst of speed, knocked the sword out of Lira's hands. She slapped him fiercely. He looked at her in the eyes and then reached up and pulled her down for a long kiss, their bodies melting into each other.

"Fine," Jhar snarled. "Let's do it." He said opening Lira's bodice.

From high above, them Queen Alana watched and smiled.

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Across town...

The market square blared with trumpets as the Masquerade Ball drawing began to start. Jaina, having wondered off to purchase a quick meal, pushed her way through the crowd to stand before the erected stage once again. As she reached the front of the crowd, the noise from the people died down.

"Hear ye! Hear ye!" The crown Herald called out over the crowd. "Lord and Ladies, citizens of Linea, gather round. Queen Alana, may she be forever blessed..."

"May she be forever blessed!" The tens of thousands in the market shouted.

The Herald continued, "Has called for the Festival of Lights to begin this eve. Whereupon, in one week's time, the Queen, may she be forever blessed...."

"May she be forever blessed!" The crowd cheered again. Jaina balled her fists tightly.

He continued. "Will have her Masquerade Ball and you..." the Herald walked across the stage, working the crowd into a frenzy, "Or you! Will be chosen to meet the Queen in person! Without further pause, I introduce you to Master Nicholas Larmen who will pick the fifty winners who will attend. Remember, hold onto your tabs if you're a winner. Please come to the Merchant's Quarter by 5 PM to claim your prize!"

Nicholas Larmen emerged from behind the stage, his fragile form and slow movements being supported by two Royal Guards. Stepping up to the large drum, he nodded to one of the Guards who began to crank the iron cages handle, causing it to spin slowly.

When it had spun for nearly 20 seconds, Nicholas Larmen slowly opened up the cage and inserted his arm. He moved slowly, sifting his arm through the drawing tabs, as he searched for the drawing tab he attached to the cage early this morning using wax. To the audience, it looked as if he were doing it for dramatic effect.

Ahh... there it is. There it is He smiled as he found the tab and gently pulled it out, careful not to drop it.

He opened it up, confirming that it was Jaina's name written on the tab and then walked over to the Herald and spoke quietly into his ear. The crowd was completely silent.

The Herald opened up the folded tab. "The number is 56905. Bronawyn Stark!"

Jaina smiled as the iron cage rolled again.

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Tobias Alt, walked tiredly through the large marketplace as he made his way back to his small shop in the Tradesman's Quarter. All about him, people milled around, waiting for the Queen's Masquerade Ball drawing to begin, each hoping that they would be the lucky winner.

Alt took his time, slowly reviewing the fine Linean silks on the cart he was currently passing, extending his hands to run them along the fine stitching and embroidery the well made wares before moving along to the next cart. To keep up appearances, Alt would sporadically engage the sellers with questions and tidbits of conversation.

Moving to the outskirts of the crowd, and the marketplace, Alt walked into a small, dimly store and made his way to the back. Looking over his shoulder to make sure that there were no other customers in the store, Alt picked up a finely crafted drinking cup, which was decorated elaborately, and made his way to the to the wooden counter where the store owner await.

"Good morning," Alt said crisply. "This is a fine cup. I really like the red jewel here on the brim." He said pointing to the small jewel.

"Ahhh sir. That is a very fine jewel. Aye. If you like that, perhaps you'd like to take a look at my other items in the back." The store owner, was short, bald, and unusually trim, with brown eyes.

"Aye. I'd like that." Alt looked at him evenly. "Please lead the way and I shall follow."

"Kibrick!" The bald man said loudly. "Come out here! I need to you mind the store."

A young boy, barely a teenager, rushed out from the back. "Yes sir." He hopped on a stool near the counter, his feet dangling inches from the floor as he kicked them slowly in the air.

"Excellent. I'm going to show this man some items in the back. We will be gone for a few minutes but we are not to be disturbed. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." The boy said happily.

"Good." The man turned to Alt again. "Follow me." He then turned and made his way to the back. Alt followed.

When they had gone far enough into the back, the bald man turned to Alt, and extended his hand, a big grin on his face. "Hawke! You old Sea Bastard! How have you been?"

"Excellent Hallow. Excellent. Like you, I'm serving the King." Hawke smiled back.

"Good, good. These are tough times for Manara. I'm glad to see that you're in the fight especially since the Conqa..." Hallow's voice trailed off as he noticed the shadows cloud Hawke's face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"No worries Hallow. All is well." Hawke forced a smile. "Let's continue, shall we?"

"Of course. Take a seat." Hallow motioned to a wooden stool which Hawke sat down in, sighing in relief as he did so.

Hallow did the same and studied Hawke for a moment and then spoke. "What happened to you last night? We were supposed to meet at the Long Glass last night at 10. Where were you?"

Hawke looked downward. "Queen Alana's Royal Guards visited the tavern. They were doing Guard's Rest and I was one of those taken."

Hallow's jaw dropped open slightly and he shut it quickly. "By the Manaran waves! Are you serious?"

Hawke responded sheepishly. "Yes."

Hallow burst out laughing. "Well done man! I bet that was a night to remember. While Linean soldiers may be bastards on the battlefield, those Royal Guards sure are a sight to see."

Hawke looked him in the eye. "They're dangerous. Extremely dangerous."

Hallow nudged him, laughing again. "I'll bet... why with those thighs around my hips and her riding my mast I'd be...."

"No. You don't understand." Hawke interrupted him. "They are beautiful yes. They are strong, yes. But they are also extremely sexy and they have certain, abilities to entice men. They can make you do things." Hawke shrugged. "You know, against your will. It's incredible."

Hallow's eyes narrowed, his hands reaching to the blade in his vest. "We've heard some of the stories, yes, but we didn't think they were true. Did they..." His hand grabbed his hilt, ready to draw it out and kill Hawke if need be.

"No." Hawke reached across, gently stopping Hallow's hand. "They did not. I don't know how, but she did not."

Hallow relaxed, sighing heavily. "Good. We've lost fifteen other spies this week to Royal Guard raids. They disappear into that monstrous Keep of theirs and we can't get in there. The only people allowed near it are Royal Guards, the Queen, and anyone on official business for or with Linea. It's watertight."

"I know. The Royal Guards there are extremely thorough in their searches." Hawke blushed. "When I left the keep today I was searched six different times by different Royal Guards." He reached down and rubbed his thigh near his groin. "They were a bit rough on me."

Hallow laughed. "Lucky bastard!" Hallow laughed in response for a few seconds and then composed himself. "Anyways, since you're our contact to the Navy, I need you to pass some intel along to be shipped to Manara." He pulled out a yellow scroll and gave it to Hawke.

"This scroll details their recent military buildups on the Plains of Gold 400 leagues south of the City Raven within the borders of Manara. It appears that Alana is marshalling her forces there and plans to cut Manara in two with the intent of marching on Manara itself. If she does, that will be the end of us."

He paused, breathing heavily. "As you know, the war is going badly. Alana, somehow, keeps allying more nations into an alliance with her and there is talk that she may declare herself 'Empress' soon. You must get this to the docks and off to Manara as quickly as possible so we can mount a defense and marshal any allies left to us."

Hawke nodded. "Yes sir." He stood.

Hallow stood and patted him firmly on the arm. "Don't worry about the Royal Guard. As you said, she didn't break you. Just stay focused on your duties. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Hawk smiled.

"That's my boy." He walked out of the room, Hawk following behind him. "And those are all of the items I have. Sorry you didn't like what we currently have in stock. Perhaps you could return next week and look again?"

"Why, yes. I'd like that."

"Excellent Master Alt. You have a good morning and enjoy the Festival of Lights. May the Queen be forever blessed." Hallow praised exuberantly.

"May she be forever blessed!" Hawke, and the other shoppers, who had funneled into the store during his and Hallow's absence replied.

"Oh, and Master Alt." Hallow called out to him again.

Hawke turned.

"Don't let your business problems break you. I'm sure that you'll do fine." Hallow said to Hawke alluding to his previous assertion that the Royal Guard hadn't broken Hawke.

"Thank you sir. Good day." Hawke responded and walked out of the store.

Sara. Hawke thought wistfully his heart speeding up a little as he thought about the pleasant conversation that he and Sara had had with each other the night before. For Hawke, so many years without a female companion, the conversation had been extremely enjoyable, comforting, and unexpected. Sara had surprised him with her easygoing manner, knowledge, and sense of humor in ways that he hadn't known since his wife had passed away. Part of him wanted desperately to see her again.

Did she break me? Hawke thought as he disappeared into the crowd, the Queen's Herald speaking off in the distance...

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Two days later...

"Bleeahhh, ahhh.. heh heh!" Nicholas Larmen coughed into his handkerchief violently as he sat in his desk in the candlelight. As with every evening, Nicholas Larmen was writing away with quill and parchment once again. However, tonight Nicholas Larmen's work was focused on writing down his final thoughts and the division of his earthly possessions to his remaining friends and family.

It won't be long now. He thought, coughing up more blood into his handkerchief, his lungs burning as if on fire. My duties here are almost finished and soon I can rest. Yes. Rest.

Looking over his parchment one last time, Nicholas nodded silently in satisfaction at his work and then struggled to stand up. When he had stood, his body shaking weakly, his walking cane in hand, he blew out his candles and made his way across the room in the darkness to rest on his bed.

THUMP!

Awe! He thought pleasantly, smiling as he slowly crawled into his bed. She returns!

Nicholas heard the familiar squeak from the skylight followed by the soft whoosh of Jaina's cloak as she landed on the wooden floor.

"Come over here my child. Bleah.. bleah bleeah!" He coughed again violently. "I'm over here. Light a candle if you must."

Jaina lit a candle and walked silently over to Nicholas Larmen, pulling up a small stool to sit by his side. She looked down at him in concern.

"Yes," He wheezed. "My time is nearly come. I was writing down my final thoughts. You'll find them over there." He pointed weakly toward his desk.

Jaina grasped his hand gently, tears building up in her eyes. "I just want to thank you for your kindness Master Larmen. You don't know what this means to me."

"You are welcome child." He coughed again.

"I have to know something." Jaina said softly. "Why did you help me?"

Nicholas looked up at her, sadness in his eyes. "You remind me of my daughter, Nanci." He turned away, looking off into the distance. "You see, we haven't spoken since her mother died."

He coughed again, his eyes watering in pain. "I was.... I was away, on business for a merchant lord and my wife was dying. Nanci wrote me, begging for me to come home but I wouldn't. I was young, and stupid. I was after power and influence. My pride would not allow me to budge from what I sought, and when I finally returned home my wife was gone. And Nanci, well, she spoke angry words to me before she left; saying that she no longer wanted me as her father." He closed his eyes tightly at the memory.

"Last I heard, she was in Manara but that is where the trail stops." He paused, breathing heavily. "If only I could see her once again."

He looked at Jaina once again. "I miss her so much. I would have given anything to find her again but my time has run out." He studied her for a moment, searching her eyes. "I helped you because I see the same longing in your eyes. I couldn't turn away." He laughed lightly, his laughter mixed with amusement and coughing. "You could say that it was the last act of a miserable, lonely old man. I'm only glad I could help."

Jaina laid her head on his chest. "Thank. Thank you so much." She whispered. "You are a good man."

"I wish you the best child. I wish you the best. Now.." He wheezed again, his chest locking up. "Now..... you... go..."

"I won't leave you." Jaina said softly.

"Nanci?" He called, looking at Jaina, his eyes blank. "Is that you?"

A tear fell from Jaina's eyes. "Yes. Yes father. I'm here."

"Oh. I'm so sorry Nanci. I'm sorry for everything. I never mean for this to happen. Will you forgive me?"
"Yes. Yes. Father, I forgive you." She whispered.

Nicholas smiled. "I love...” he wheezed slowly, the light fading from his eyes. “I love you Nanci."

"And I you father." Jaina said, tightly closing her eyes. When she opened them again, Nicholas Larmen was gone.

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"My Queen. Adjutant General Linara Safina to see you." A voice whispered into Queen Alana's ear within the Queen's candlelit study.

"Excellent. Send her in." The Queen whispered to her female servant as she continued to look through the paperwork and scrolls scattered around her desk.

A large wooden door squeaked softly on its hinges as a brown clad Royal Guard opened it for the Adjutant who strode in confidently.

"My Queen." Safina said as she bowed deeply, one knee on the floor. "I am here to report."

"You may rise Adjutant." Alana said commandingly.

Safina's large, muscular form stood before the queen. "My Queen. Our armies are marshalling near the city of Raven in preparation for our march through Manara to end the war. So far we have encounter light resistance which has been easily crushed. The Manaran armies are gathering there forces as well and we project that they will have some advantage as we enter their territory."

She walked up to the Queen's desk and unrolled a map. She pointed. "This pass is heavily defended and we believe that the Manarans will try and stop us there. All of our spies indict that the Manaran king will deploy them while his naval forces will make a strike against Linea itself."

Queen Alana stared at the map, her enhanced mind taking in the variables. "Mmm...No Adjutant. That is not what they are doing."

"But my Queen. Our intelligence services say..."

"Do not interrupt me again." Queen Alana's eyes looked into Safina's. "We have been friends since I first rose to power and blessed you but do not think that you can refute me."

Safina's face became red and her throat began to constrict as if being choked by some unseen force.

"You are bonded to me through the Blessing adjutant. I can control your body's actions merely by sending you chemical signals through the air." Alana smiled. "I can also strip you of the blessing immediately and return you to the giggling little princess who followed me around to parties." Alana flicked her finger and Safina could breathe again.

"Now, as I was saying, you are wrong. The Manaran army is marshalling their forces, you are correct but those forces will be used to pull ours in for a trap." Queen Alana said smiling.

"A trap my Queen?" Safina said, a confused look on her face.

"Yes Safina. If you had researched your history, you would know that Manara is a kingdom that has been built out into the sea using a series of levees and dikes which keep the ocean at bay."

"Now tell me," Alana interlaced her fingers together. "What do you see 50 leagues north of the pass? Hmmm?"

Safina looked at the map closely. "I see some levees my Queen."

"Exactly. The Manarans are going to lure you in and then release the waters from their levees, wiping our armies out. Since they don't have the strength that we do, this is what they must resort to." Alana looked down at her arm and rolled up her dress sleeve. When it was rolled up, she pumped the muscles of her forearm, watching as the muscle bunched up and contracted.

"It's beautiful no? My body? The power?" Alana whispered.

"Uh.. Yes my Queen. You are a marvel."

Alana smiled. "I know." She looked up at Safina and then down at the map. "I want you to take the army and split it into thirds. When we are ready to advance, I want the army to camp at night and erect their tents as one. When night falls, I want the center group to attend to the campfires which you light for the entire army. Once that is done, your other two groups will begin a night march around the enemy’s flanks to secure the enemies rear and those levee gates. Once they are secure, I want them to crush the Manaran army."

"And the Manaran Navy my Queen? Should I recall our ships to the defense of Linea?"

"Hmmm.... No Adjutant. The Manarans aren't going to strike at Linea. That would be a risky proposition which would destroy their navy if they failed." Her eyes examined the map. "I believe that the Manarans will strike at the Conqa and attempt to severe us from the new trading routes we've opened up with the Conqa Merchants. This will buy them time to continue the war, which," She looked up at Safina, "I will win."

"Yes my Queen. I will warn the Conqa Merchants." Safina nodded.

"Excellent Adjutant. Please do so."

Safina saluted and turned to go.

"Oh Adjutant. Before you go..." Alana hailed when Safina was almost at the door.

Safina turned. "Yes my Queen."

"Is there something else you wanted to tell me?" Alana said as she walked over to Safina. Safina trembled inwardly with fright and a degree of lust, envy, and greed for the sheer physical power Alana possessed.

"Oh yes. I almost forgot my Queen. Two weeks ago we encountered a woman who displayed some peculiar abilities."

Alana raised a blond eyebrow. "Abilities? Tell me more." She crossed her arms, her biceps straining her sleeves.

"Yes my Queen. The woman, who was of ordinary stature, was quite strong and agile. She encountered a squad of our best Royal Guards and managed to defeat some of them before alluding capture. She was not Blessed my Queen."

Could she possess one of the articles of power I'm looking for? Alana thought, her body flushing with heat and arousal as she thought possessing more power for herself.

"Interesting. I want this woman found and brought to me. Alive Adjutant." Power! Alana's mind raced.

"You may go." Alana said, turning her back on Safina who closed the door behind her.

"Assistant!" Queen Alana yelled. "Bring in Lira Carn."

The door opened again and Lira Carn stepped in.

"Yes your majesty." Lira bowed deeply as Safina had done before her.

"Tell me Lira, did you enjoy your time with Jhar?" Alana's drilled deeply into Lira's.

"Uh... yes my Queen. In all honesty, he was an excellent lover who is blessed to have you." Lira said, her head deeply bowed.

"When you fucked him in the training yard did you feel anything? Were there any changes to your body?" Alana sat down into her chair.

"Yes my Queen. I grew an inch and put on 5 lbs of muscle. A blemish on collar bone, which I have had since a child working in my father's mill, disappeared. "

"Show me."

Lira stood up and pulled her tunic down. "It was here my Queen. It disappeared."

Alana stood up and approached Lira and circled her, Alana's tremendous height and muscular development putting Lira's to shame. "Excellent. Any other changes?"

"My queen?" Lira looked at Alana worriedly.

"Wants... desires?" Alana whispered, into Lira's ears.

Lira focused for a second, lines of concentration appearing on her face. "I'm hungry my Queen. I desire sex..."

"And?" Alana prompted, circling around Lira once more.

"I desire power. I...I... desire Jhar."

"Excellent Lira. Excellent." Alana responded smoothly. "You did well."

"Thank you my Queen." Lira beamed happily, standing straight.

"Of course, you still slept with my Jhar which is a terrible crime." Alana added, her tone deadly.

"But, your orders...." Lira looked up at Alana.

"Yes. My orders. You carried them out perfectly as I instructed but you still slept with Jhar." Alana said quietly.

"My Queen I don't understand. You said..."

"I know what I said." Alana roared shrilly in madness. "Jhar Helar belongs to me and you fucked him."

Lira took a step back, nervously.

Alana, concentrated, releasing pheromones into the air which were breathed in by Lira. As she did, Alana could see a faint blue hue around Lira, small fingerprints of Jhar's essence.

"I see his power in you." Alana said, grabbing Lira by the neck. "If I let this secret get out, my plans will be ruined if the other women discover they can change without my blessing. I'm sorry Lira but only I must be allowed this power."

"Acckkk!" Lira croaked weakly, her fists pounding futilely on Alana's muscular forearm.

Oh the power of this moment! Alana thought. It's as if I'm a goddess sitting in judgment. I must have more!

"You have served your Queen well Lira. Now you may rest." Alana squeezed.

CRACK!

Lira's body went slack, the light gone from her eyes. Alana gently lowered Lira's body to the ground.

"Guards!" The door opened. "Get her out of here. Make sure she gets buried with full honors."

"Yes my Queen." One of the Guards responded as the other Royal Guards grabbed Lira's body and removed it from the room.

I was right! Jhar has been changed as well. I must protect his essence at all costs. She breathed deeply. And when I find this mysterious woman and possess her powers, I can become more.

"Yes. I will have power."

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Upon the darkened streets of Linea, Captain Sara was once again on patrol. Moving silently through the shadows, she made her undisturbed passage down to the Tradesman’s Quarter where she began to examine the small white lettering of the addresses posted on each building.

After a twenty minute search, Sara came upon a very small blacksmith’s shop which sat quietly in the darkness. This must be it. She thought as straightened her blue tunic, adjusted her hat slightly, and stood straighter which caused her nicely shaped breasts outward. She walked up to the door and knocked.

A small light flickered in the grid-like pattern of the small bay window on the side of the shop which slowly filtered out onto the cobblestone street as the occupant inside the small shop came to the door.
Sara smiled as the door opened.

“Queen’s business!” She commanded as she forced open the door and closed it behind her. As soon as the door was closed she was already moving toward the window where she quickly pulled the window’s drapes shut.

“Sara?” Hawke said, wiping the grogginess out of his eyes.

“Yes, Alt. It is me.” She said, taking a step toward Hawke in the lantern light, her green eyes sparkling. “I had to see you again.”

“You did?” Hawke said, putting the lantern down.

“Yes. Our conversation the other night meant a great deal to me. No one has ever shown me such care.” She said, looking down to the ground nervously.

Hawke scratched his head, also nervous. “Well, it was a good conversation.” My goodness she looks good in uniform. He thought, a slight pressure building up in his groin.

“You thought so?” Sara smiled brightly, her perfectly white teeth gleaming between her full lips.
“Yes. You are a very interesting woman.” Hawke smiled.

I think he likes me! She thought to herself, her heart beating faster with joy. Without thinking, she released her pheromones into the air which began to alter Hawke’s mind. She took a step toward him and hugged him. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! No ones ever thought that before!”

As Hawke was pressed close to her body, he felt the strength in her arms as they wrapped themselves around her back. As his chest pushed against hers, he could feel her firm breasts push against him. This is nice. He thought, wrapping his arms around her in return.

She held him even more tightly, swaying slightly, neither wanting to let go. As the hug held, Hawke slowly began to run his hands up and down along her back, feeling the strength and knots there. He began to let his hands slip downward to her slim waist and the small of her back, her muscles there tight and firm, like two smooth bars which emerged from her buttocks and flowed into her back.

Her lips touched his neck which sent electric thrills throughout his body and he moaned breathlessly. Sara picked up on his cues and began to move her lips up and down his neck while Hawke’s hands began to move sensuously along her back.

“Kiss me.” She said softly.

“Yes.” Hawke responded hungrily. What’s happening to me?! He thought, lost in the deep, warm, and inviting kiss. When his saliva mixed with hers he felt his body erupt with fire and longing. Sara felt it, her lips moving faster along his neck as Hawke reached up to cup her left breast and then moved to kiss her again hungrily.

“You enjoy this Tobias?” Sara said in between exploring his neck with her tongue.

“Oh yes....” Hawke said as he pulled her Royal Blue cloak over her head.

She helped him open her brown shirt, exposing her firm breasts, her nipples erect in longing, little tiny bumps on her areola. His mouth hungrily met them.

I’m endangering the mission! He thought, unable to control himself. I want her so badly though. Robin, I’m so sorry, but it’s been so long. He thought as Sara pushed him down to the floor and began to rub her hands on his chest, her hips rocking into him, gliding over his erection through the fabric.

“Mmm.” She moaned. “So good.” She said, her hips moving slowly, like a wave or a snake moving across the desert sands. “Tobias... you are hot. Your skin is on fire.”

His hands glided up and down her body as she reached back and tried to force his night suit off. As she did, he unfastened her brown belt and began to untie the strings of her brown breeches.
Sara, in frustration, stood up, bent down, and tore his night suit leggings off and hastily undressed herself, slowly sliding down on his erect member and pumping him solidly.

“I... I.. told you that I would have you, Tobias.” She said pumping away slowly, her vaginal muscles contracting to control his own rhythm. “I knew I would have you and that... and that...” She sighed, “You would serve me.”

Hawke couldn’t control himself as she sent pleasure throughout his body.

“I have you Captain Hawke...”

To be continued.....

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