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This is the continuation of the novel Empyrian. Please make sure you've read chapters 1-13 before proceeding! CHAPTER 14 "Andreas," Alina said, delicately scooping the last of the sorbet they had served from her dish. "Did you mother tell you more about what she was preparing for you in your dream?" she asked. "No ma'am, just that I needed to hold on until the summer solstice. I assume she means not to lose my, ah, Tor until then," he replied hesitantly. He wasn't exactly sure what she meant, but he had seemed to be clear that to give his Tor before the Solstice would somehow change or alter the plan. Looking at himself now, he didn't feel much like a man. "Virago is a magical place in many respects, the one obvious piece being the "sacrum feminam", the sacred female. Our Empress is the living embodiment of the magic that runs through Virago, the Empyrian. It is said that on the moment of the solstice, a special, ah... person, the "Utvald" or the "chosen" will come forth and give their Tor to her on the summer solstice and that this will mark the beginning of Virago's ascension." She took the last sip of her wine and replaced the glass. The footwoman came forward to ask if she wanted more and she declined. "Now, your mother is, among many things, a great scholar. She has determined that this "Utvald" is you. I think the last three days shows that there is a high likelihood that she is correct. The Empress is fascinated by the implications and has instructed us to prepare you. You, of course, seem to have taken the matter into your own hands and so here you sit now, ahead of schedule as it were. Thanks again to the gods the plan wasn't spoiled in the ward when you first arrived. I would have caught, what is the term you use in Elsmere, "Holy Hell"," she said. Andreas nodded. "Yes, I would have caught holy hell from your mother and the Empress herself." "Tonight, you will meet her Imperial Majesty, Empress Viktoria Manuella DeBose Andalusia. She personally asked that we bring you here and make a show of it. She has done her part and now you must do yours," she said. At that moment Maya came into the dining room to announce that the Empress would receive them now. They both stood and Maya showed them to a powder room just off the dining room that they might freshen up. Alina looked over Andreas's make-up and hair. He reapplied the clear topcoat onto his lips, but otherwise still looked as Hanna had left them. He used the loo, sitting down as he did with Alina eyeing him, careful not to spoil his dress. It was another odd moment, bringing him back to the very tangible realization of where he was and what was happening to him. He suspected the last person to watch him use the restroom like this was his mother when he was a toddler. Still, it was his new reality. Women helped each other with dresses and hair and jewelry, even in the restroom. He pulled his panties and the shaper back up and rearranged the two undergarment pieces such that his telltale bulge was minimized. With the General's help and keen eye, he then smoothed out his dress, careful it all hung as it should. When they were both satisfied with their looks, he grabbed the clutch and the two were ready to see the Empress. In her official role, Maya escorted them back out of the dining room down the rest of the Great Hall to the two massive doors at the far end. The two guards opened the doors without them needing to stop. Maya stepped to the side and half bowing bid them farewell. They both thanked her for a wonderful dinner and watched as the doors closed behind them. When they turned back around the evening secretary was walking to them. "I trust dinner was agreeable?" she asked. They both said that it was, and she turned and started walking through the large foyer they had entered, motioning for them to follow. "General, the Deputy Chief of Staff will likely join you, but Empress Viktoria has sent her on some business, and she has not yet returned. General, your other guest is ready as well," she said more softly, somewhat cryptically. "Excellent. Thank you," Alina said in stride. They passed through the foyer into the large Throne room. The evening secretary explained to Wahl that normally guests would make it only this far into the inner part of the castle. Owing to the fact that there were only two of them, and that he was a special guest, Her Majesty preferred to greet them in her personal residence this evening. The throne was magnificent and ornate. They paused to look at it. Around the seat itself was a series of carvings depicting epic scenes, mostly of myth, some religious. Behind the throne on the wall was a massive painting, again depicting heroic scenes this time of great Viragoian women. The secretary explained to Andreas that this particular painting was brought to the palace after the countries merged, while the rest, including the throne, were original. Andreas scanned further around the room. The walls were a dark wood with elaborate crown moldings and panels. They held portraits of former rulers of Virago, again all women. The floors were a beautiful marble in white, black, and jade green. The stones were smooth but slightly uneven showing their centuries of use back to when this was a palace in the Seremante kingdom. Wahl was starting to get nervous now. He didn't care to be the center of attention and he felt that tonight he would very much be exactly that, the center of attention. At least he felt good in the dress and shoes. He'd walked a considerable distance and not had any issues with the heels. Past the throne room was a small antechamber, really an office of sorts for the Empress to sign documents and prepare for presentations in the Throne room. Likely its original purpose was for the clergy, but modern times and practices changed the utility of the room. An old carved desk sat prominently on one side of the room and a baroque style straight- backed chair in velvet and gold sat behind it. There was a normal sized door on the far side of this room which they passed through to a wide hallway. The next door had two more guards and was the entrance to the private quarters of the Empress. Noting the evening secretary and the General, the guard on the right opened the door for the three of them and they all walked through. The private quarters had a very different feel from the formal rooms of the Palace. The d?cor was far more modern. Lines were softer and decorative elements were less ornate. The front door opened again into a foyer, which immediately opened into a grand hallway, wide, long and tall. A large staircase was at the far end, directly in front of them. It rose to a landing then split in either direction finishing on the second level on either side of the hall. There were a few doors on either side of the hall dispersed down the length of the walls. There was a beautiful marble floor a large grandfather clock and various plush benches to sit on. The paintings and wall hangings were more modern and less historic in nature. Andreas guessed these were by Viragonian artists. The secretary showed them into a drawing room on the right. It was small by palace standards, but it was still a big room. It had two seating areas as set out by the large couches and furnishings. They walked the length of the room to the far wall where there was a fireplace. No fire was set, as this was early summer, but the mantle was a beautiful wood and marble. The secretary showed them the couch and asked them to wait here while she conferred with Empress Viktoria. She exited through a large oak door in the corner, closing the door quietly behind her. Alina sat on the couch and Andreas chose an armchair facing the door. He smoothed his long dress out behind him as he sat, a small thrill as the silk of the skirt slide past his smooth legs. He sat up straight and crossed his legs, nerves now making themselves known with a rich heartbeat in his neck. "Anything else you want to tell me General? Now would be the time," he said, betraying his sense of unease. He tried to play it off with a smile. "You will do fine Andreas. Not to worry. She is keen to meet you after the reports I've given her," she said calmly, staring back at the imaginary fire in the fireplace. They sat in silence until at last they heard footsteps and the door to the drawing room opened. An imperial guard walked through first, then the secretary and then the Empress herself. CHAPTER 15 The imperial guard entered the drawing room and stepped immediately to her right swinging the door fully open and then standing guard in front of it. The evening secretary strode into the room and then stepped to her left to the other side of the door. Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Viktoria walked into the drawing room smoothly and effortlessly and stopped at the side of the fireplace. Alina and Andreas quickly got to their feet. She was easily six feet two or three, with broad shoulders made broader by the shoulder pads of her dress. She wore a long golden gown the fabric of which was some sort of interesting woven lattice that sparkled. Andreas thought it was sequined at first, but at closer inspection it was some other kind of reflective material that bounced the light making her almost shimmer. The dress had a simple round jewel neckline that accentuated her long neck and the horizontal shoulder line the shoulder pads created. Instead of a soft round line, the shoulders pads allowed for a more perpendicular angle that abruptly descended down into a long sleeve that ended past her wrist at the mid-palm. Andreas followed the sleeve down to her fingers, which ended in long pointed nails covered in a luxurious gold nail polish. They looked like golden talons. The fabric of the dress, though not exactly sheer, was doubled over so that the two layers overtop one another allowed a sense of what was underneath without actually showing it. It was beautifully draped down her torso showing the curve of her natural bosoms, which roamed free under the dress. It then gathered at the waist before following her natural hip line out and straight town to the floor with enough fabric left for a short train. She wore a matching gold kitten heel with some sort of crystal accent at the toe. It was just visible on her left foot as there was a long slit up her left side of the dress that ended just above the crease between her hip and thigh. Andreas couldn't be sure, but the slit was high enough that it appeared she was not wearing anything underneath the dress. She had dark hair, not quite black, that was softly pulled back so that it draped just at the bottom of her ear as it swept by. She had dangling earrings made of gold and diamonds to match the dress. Viktoria's face was thin and beautiful, stunning really. Her eyebrows shaped and arched ending in a soft point just past the edges of her eyes, which had mascara and little else. They emphasized her sapphire blue eyes. Her cheekbones were prominent with soft powder and a hint gold blush makeup accentuating them and she had a dark crimson lip that finished the look. Alina was gorgeous. If it was possible, the Empress was even more so. Alina, now on her feet saluted the Empress. "General, how lovely to see you this evening," her Majesty spoke with a confident tone. "Thank you, your grace," Alina responded with a nod. "Your Majesty, may I present to you Major Andreas Wahl, of Elsmere." She waved her hand to Andreas, palm up. Andreas, heart pounding, curtsied as he had practiced. When he stood again and looked at the Empress, she had a broad smile. "Yes, the Andreas Wahl I've heard so much about. It is a pleasure to finally meet you," Empress Viktoria said. Andreas wasn't sure if he should speak so he did not. He sort of stood there with a half-smile. The only thing he could think to do was nod his head. The Empress walked over to him. She stood just in front of him, several inches taller and inspected him. Now he understood why Hanna had said he would need the extra height the heels gave him. "Let me get a look at you," she said. She gently put her hand up to his chin and her long fingernails pushed against the lower part of his cheek. There was almost an electrical charge that went through his body at her touch. It was not a shock, more of a surge of warmth and power. Andreas could feel the Empyrian flowing through and around her. Unknown to him, the Empress felt a strong flow of Empyrian energy flowing from Andreas as well. She lightly turned his head to either side as if inspecting something. She let go and took a half step back. She made a gesture for him to spin around which Andreas did. "General Skarpsv?rd, I have to say, well done. Has Catrine seen her yet?" she asked. "Not yet your Majesty," was the reply. "Well then, Major Wahl. I understand from the General you have decided to join my kingdom and me. Is that true?" "Y...yes your Majesty. It would be my honor to serve you," he said. She paused taking in his answer. "We shall see about that, Major. We shall see... Your mother has some interesting theories. We'll see if they prove accurate." The Empress turned and walked back in front to the fireplace to where Alina stood. "General, you look lovely this evening," she said and gave Alina a kiss on both cheeks. "Thank you, your Majesty, but I must say you look stunning, as ever. Thank you for allowing us a presence this evening. I believe it will prove to be, ah, quite revealing," she said. She had a sort of smile on her face as though the two of them were sharing an inside joke. "Well then. Perhaps we should head through to the living room and start the revelations, shall we?" said the Viktoria. She grabbed Alina's arm at the elbow and the two of them walked through the door into the next room. Andreas unsure what to do followed them hesitantly. The secretary smiled at him and nodded as if to say, 'you are correct, follow them'. The next room must have run the remaining lengths of the grand hall, as it was long and as wide as the drawing room was long. It was an interesting mixture of living room and library. There were several seating arrangements laid out, with the main one set in the center of the room around another grand fireplace. A portrait of the Empress hung above it, neatly lit by a series of recessed lights. The room too, was strategically lit to make it bright and to give it a sense of coziness despite its size. Clearly it had been renovated and remodeled adding, for example, recessed lighting and room controls. There were large bookshelves immediately to his left as he walked in and again on the far side of the room, taking the entire wall. Next to those bookshelves, another door to the room was in the far-left corner as he looked down the length of the room. The furnishings were again modern and soft. Low tables filled with neatly arranged stacks of books and flowers were strategically placed by over-stuffed couches and chairs. This was clearly a room the Empress spent time in, and she made it comfortable. Standing at attention on the inside near wall as they came in were nine Viragonian soldiers in three rows. They wore a similar uniform as Marta had, knee high boots, one-piece body suit and a peplum military style jacket in navy blue. All had their hair pulled back neatly. There were a few odd stripes on various jackets. Alina and the Empress stopped when they got to the center seating area. There was a plush straight back chair centered in front of the fireplace with two long couches on either side. An old map table sat low in the middle, long drawers, where maps would be kept, extended the length of the table and stacked one over the other down to the floor. On the end of the table, closest to the chair, there was a silver tray with three crystal glasses on it. The Empress gestured to Andreas to sit on her left, her trusted general on her right. It also afforded him a view back at the nine soldiers. Why were they here he wondered? Andreas sat and made sure the dress was in place before crossing his legs. The Empress sat rather gracefully and was sure to pull the skirt of her dress over her legs as she crossed them. There was easily enough fabric to prevent the slit in the skirt from revealing anything. Before they had even settled into their seat a butler, not Maya, brought in a wine bucket on a pipe style stand and put it just behind and to the right of Wahl at the corner of the couch. A bottle of sparkling white wine sat partially covered by a white linen towel in the bucket filled with ice. The butler deftly pulled the bottle out of the ice, wiped it with the towel so it wouldn't drip ice-cold water and presented it, label out at a distance the Empress could read the label. "Thank you, Brigit, I know the General will like this one," she said with a smile, then turning to Alina. "I made sure we had your favorite wine chilled tonight, to celebrate." Brigit quickly removed the cork with a satisfying 'pop' and began pouring the wine. They each took a glass, Andreas noting again with a thrill his long nails as he wrapped his fingers around the small glass. The Empress held hers out in front of her. "To the future of Virago!" the Empress toasted. "To the future of Virago," they both responded, and gave a pretend clink of the glasses. "And a special toast to you Alina for your lovely handiwork here," she said looking directly at Andreas. They all took a sip, but Andreas felt her eyes on him, studying him. "May I add that Alina has done a lovely job this evening, you look very pretty in that dress. An excellent choice," she said, then pausing. "Now, Major," she said, continuing to use his formal title. "I understand you have started to embraced the Empyrian and that it too has begun to embrace you." "Yes, uh, your Majesty. I'm not sure how to explain it, ma'am, ah, sorry your Majesty." He fumbled, blushing, thankful his glass was in his hands so he could at least hold on to something. "Major, you mustn't be so nervous. We girls are just talking here," Viktoria said reassuring him with a wink. She took another sip. "I do see why you like this vintage Alina. It is lovely." Brigit brought in a small tray and placed some nibbles on the table in front of them. Small sandwiches, cheeses and some finger sized fruit both dried and fresh as well as an assortment of nuts. The Empress watched as Brigit deftly laid the food out in front of them. She turned her attention back to Andreas who was showing his embarrassment with slightly flushed cheeks. She let him off the hook. "Yes, the Empyrian is a wonderful if mysterious thing. No need to explain it to me, I know exactly what you mean. Your family has always had a strong connection to it, did you know that?" she asked. Andreas shook his head. "It has been a source of great gifts to them. From what Alina tells me though, it has also imbued you with certain powers, is that right?" she asked. He looked at Alina who sat across from him quietly sipping her wine. She gave him a little head nod as if to say, 'go on then'. "Yes, your Majesty, I guess that is fair to say. I have been able to use the Empyrian to..., ah, well I don't mean to be indelicate, it's just that, well, I can use my mind to, ah..." "To make people aroused? Is that what you are trying to say?" she asked with a knowing smile. "Yes, your Majesty. Thank you," he said exhaling nervously. "How wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Would you mind showing me please?" There was a pause as Andreas took in the words. "Excuse me, ma'am?" he said, unsure of the question. "Would you please show me?" she asked again. "Here, put your glass down and let's have you show us your powers. Come on." She reached forward putting her glass on the table and stood up. Wahl did the same and was careful as he got out of the deep couch. His heart was beginning to pound in his chest as he realized he was being tested. "Come over here," she said and guided him to a spot in front of the nine soldiers. "Now Alina has told me you can bring them to orgasm using the Empyrian is that correct?" she asked as though it was just an ordinary question. There was a subtle disturbance among the soldiers as those words sank in. "Yes, it seems to have worked before your Majesty," he replied. "Good, now before you begin, do you recognize any of these fine soldiers?" she asked. "No, ma'am," he said quizzically. "I don't believe I do." "Look closely. Are you sure?" she asked with a hint of a tone, a sort of cunning grin appearing on her face. Andreas was usually quick on the uptake and soon it occurred to him where she was going. After a pause, he made an educated guess. "These are the men I brought to Virago aren't they, in their new appearance," he said. "Well done Major. You are as clever as your mother. Won't she be proud? Yes, these are formerly the men you commanded, now proud Viragonian soldiers. They all insisted that they join my military. I believe three of them joined today, after you visited them in their cell. Aren't they lovely? What do you think?" she purred at him. It was odd. Days ago, he would have been in agony seeing the fate of these men. He likely would have lashed out, especially when he was told that he had not only brought these men to their fate but that he had actively participated in changing three of them. But now? He searched his feelings. Now he wasn't angry at failing his mission and having his team captured. He was proud that they had been able to join the Virago legion. He was actually thrilled. As this realization came over him, he could again sense the Empyrian all around him and in him, giving him this new perspective and strength in conviction. He smiled. "They are fortunate. I think they have found their rightful place in the world your Majesty. They will make fine additions to your army," he said turning and looking into her sapphire eyes. A wicked smile broke out on her face at his words. "Mmm...very good," she said, knowing with her own powers he was being truthful. She reached over with her hand and stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers, then she stepped around and behind him and put her hands lightly on either arm. She said softly into his ear "Now show me what you can do with the Empyrian coursing through you." Her touch seemed to add to his connection of the Empyrian. He could now feel the Empyrian like a warm energy all over and through his body. He looked at all nine of them and channeled his thoughts. As he had in the cell with the three prisoners, he brought up his right hand and pushed a wave of energy at them, his palm facing them. He started easy and then raised the energy level to its maximum over several moments. He put everything he had into it and the results were immediate and definite. All nine of the soldiers went from perfect attention to doubled over. Some even went to the ground. All had one or both hands in their crotches and were no longer able to do anything other than succumb to a wave of orgasm. The Empress herself seemed to grip his shoulders more firmly. He had not intended for her to be a part of his attention, but he could sense now that she too had become slightly aroused. He was careful to let her stay at that point and redoubled his efforts on the ladies in front of him. All of them, in one form or fashion, let out moans, some guttural, some high pitched. A few, perhaps knowing it was coming from the cue the Empress had given them, gave into the pleasure and allowed themselves to cry out in pleasure. He began to focus on individuals and add extra waves of pleasure. When one soldier happened to touch another, he sent a charge to both of them. In their sexually excited state they briefly embraced, wanting to couple, but seemed to recognize where they were and who they were standing in front of and twisted away from each other. Andreas watched intently and began to take almost wicked pleasure in his new ability. All semblance of military discipline was lost in a matter of less than ten seconds. The carnal desire so great in these women that they could not composes themselves if they wanted to, even in front of their supreme leader. Andreas, perhaps fueled by the Empress's own Empyrian power, felt the power streaming through him. He liked having power over these women. He liked being able to wield the Empyrian now and he knew he would never give it up. He would give the Empress anything he could in exchange for being a vessel of the Empyrian. He held the energy level high for a long while, until finally Viktoria tapped him on his shoulder. "That will due, Major! That will do!" she exclaimed joyfully. She examined the remains of the scene. None of the soldiers were on their feet. One was on her knees gasping for breath, but the rest were doubled over in fetal positions, rubbing their crotches, or holding their stomachs, savoring their orgasms. Alina had stood and come around the couch, sitting on the back side watching. She grinned widely and finished her glass of wine in a big gulp. "Mission accomplished," she thought. She could now truly relax for the evening. "My goodness, Major!" the Empress exclaimed. She was at a loss for words but finally said in earnest, "I have never seen anything like that. Truly impressive," she said. "Even I am not able to wield the Empyrian in that manner. I have heard of people having this ability, but I didn't think I would ever see it!" She was clearly thrilled, and her voice was excited with the possibilities this would bring. "Alina!" she turned and looked at her old friend. She strode back toward the General purposefully. "You old fox! You certainly undersold this!" Indeed, Alina had not shared with the Empress the footage of Wahl in the prisoner's cell this morning, only vaguely relaying that he had transformed three of his old colleagues. "I had no idea she was this powerful, your Majesty," Alina said in tone that suggested she absolutely did. She gave her supreme commander a wry smile. The Empress got to Alina and said, "I could kiss you!" and grabbed Alina in a hug, kissing her cheek hastily. "Andreas, come back and sit down please," she said excitedly, turning back to him and gesturing at the couches. "General, can you get our special guest and bring him in. I think it is time we introduced him to the Major," she commanded. "Certainly, your Majesty. I will also escort this mess out," she said, gesturing toward the troops. Andreas composed himself and walked back to the couch. As he passed Alina, she gave him a wink and a smile. He could tell that she too had been affected by his powers as her arousal was just starting to wean. "Well done," she whispered as she walked by. Andreas was pleased that things were going so well. He no longer felt nervous. Quite the opposite, he felt excited to be here, to be with the Empress. He walked past her and stood in front of the same spot at the couch where he had been sitting before. He waited. Alina was clapping her hands getting the soldiers back up to their feet. Some seemed still a bit woozy and had to be helped up. After a few moments, the soldiers seemed to regain their composure and came back to attention. Alina gave them the command to exit the room and head back to their barracks. She followed them out. The Empress, having watched Alina gather the troops back up, turned back around and saw Andreas standing at the couch. "Oh, please, please, do sit down, Major," she said. Andreas, smoothed the skirt of his dress behind him and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. His red toenails showing just under the hem of his dress. The Empress stayed standing. She retrieved the bottle of wine from the ice bucket and doing as the butler had, expertly wiped the condensation off the bottle with the linen towel before topping off Andrea's glass. "Do you like the wine, Major?" she asked, refilling Alina's glass and then her own. She was a polished hostess it seemed to Andreas. He watched her movements closely. Every move was graceful and practiced. He reckoned she could have been a dancer, save for her height, anywhere else in the world. "It is delicious your Majesty, thank you," he replied. "Exquisite isn't it? It is one of the finest vintages from one of the finest vineyards in the empire." She deftly returned the almost empty bottle to the ice bath and returned to her seat, again taking the remaining fabric and bringing it over her legs. "Please do have some of the cheese as well. It is heavenly." She slid herself to the front of her chair, sitting on the edge and leaned forward, extending her long arms, across the table. She took a small plate and cocktail napkin and put a few crackers and four small slices of cheese, one each of the four hard cheeses arranged for them. Before sliding back into her chair, she put the plate down and picked up her glass. "Let's have another toast, you and I, shall we? To you, Major," she said raising her glass. She was still leaning forward and looked directly into his eyes. "To your new allegiance," she said seriously, pausing to let the words sink in before breaking again into a wicked smile and toasting him. Andreas uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, clinked his glass to hers and taking a small sip. He did not take his eyes off hers. She stared deeply into his as they both drank. Her eyes were deep and penetrating, truly stunning in a way. She put her glass down, slid back in her chair, put the small plate in her lap and sampled one of the cheeses. He was in many ways mesmerized by this person in front of him. Mesmerized and in awe of her. It was as though he felt he would do anything for her now. He felt a strong devotion to her. How could he ever have had allegiances to anywhere else? If he had any vestiges of doubt about it, it was fully clear to him now that this is where he belonged. He could feel the Empyrian flowing from her and into him giving him this sense of home and fidelity to his new ruler. "Drink up, Major, you deserve it after that show," she said. "Thank you, your Majesty," he replied. "The General suggested it would be a good idea to go slow on the wine tonight," he added. She chuckled. "She is a smart woman, the General. Normally you should listen to her, but I think you'll be just fine tonight," she said and took another bite of the cheese eyeing him as she did. They chatted about a few things, but Andreas was lost in her words and not really paying attention to the small talk. For her part, she was particularly taken by this new figure. She was rarely attracted to those she met, but she felt connected to Andreas, like there was some sort of fit between them beyond the fealty she had placed in him with her Empyrian powers just now. Before too long, the door at the opposite end of the room from where Andreas had entered opened. Brigit walked through and held the door for the General who was followed by a royal guard, holding some sort of shackles in one hand. At the end of the shackles was a man, his arms behind his back, Marta holding on to his arm firmly. She had an unsympathetic look on her face, all business. Another guard followed them in as well and took up the spot on the man's other arm. The General walked them over to the couches, careful to walk on the fireplace side away from her Imperial Majesty but directly in front of her. She walked through and around the low table to stand again at the spot where she had sat before she left. Marta and the other guard walked the man through and stopped in front of the fireplace, facing the man toward the Empress. Once he was in place, Alina sat down, taking her now full wine glass in her hand as she did. The man's hands were indeed handcuffed behind him. Marta and the other guard then fastened his bonds to an eyehook on the lower part of the mantle above the fireplace. The third royal guard handed them each a shackle. The man's legs were spread slightly more than shoulder width apart, and the shackles were secured around each of his ankles then tied off around the decorative marble posts that held up the fireplace mantle. He could not move once secured. He was a middle-aged man, in his early fifties. He wore military dress shoes, now scuffed, blue dress pants with no belt and a white button-down shirt open at the collar. His hair was still thick but disheveled, like he had just been in the wind. Andreas recognized him immediately. CHAPTER 16 The man standing in front of them was none other than Andreas's former commanding officer Major General Manual Lopez of the Elsmere DIA. He had briefed General Lopez several times on an array of matters over the last three years. He was shocked to see him standing in front of them now and his mind started racing. Was it really him? His first instinct was to not make eye contact so the General wouldn't recognize him, but he quickly remembered that he would not be recognizable as Major Wahl, at least not at first glance. "General Lopez, I presume," Empress Viktoria said without standing. "How lovely of you to join us here this evening. As you can see, we are having a bit of a party in your honor," she said gesturing at the wine and food in front of her. "Empress Viktoria," he said in a deep voice. His displeasure at being manhandled and bound in front of them was barely hidden. "Correct," she said, still in a pleasant tone. She clearly held all the cards and was enjoying herself. "I understand we rescued you just in the nick of time. I have heard King Juan can be rather quick tempered. Perhaps he thought you failed him one too many times, General?" She paused to see what he would say. He held his tongue a sour look on his face. "You have met General Alina Skarpsv?rd, General of the Viragonian imperial forces, and my Chief of Staff" she said, gesturing to her right. Alina did not stand but did raise her glass slightly in a toasting gesture, more mock then toast. "She tells me you were on your way to being executed when her team stepped in and saved you." The General remained silent, perhaps a hint of shame on his face. "And you may recognize Major Andreas Wahl of your intelligence services to my left," she said. That seemed to get his attention. General Lopez looked at Wahl, a quizzical expression came over his face. Clearly, he recognized the name but could not reconcile it with what he believed was the woman that sat on the couch in front of him. Andreas smiled at him and also gave him a small toast from the glass still in his hand. He was starting to grasp the implications of the General being here in front of them. This was a development that might very well have world changing implications. He felt an exhilaration come over him as various scenarios ran through his mind. Militarily, General Lopez was probably the most strategically important member of the Elsmere government save the King himself or his son. He was one of the King's lackeys and knew everything about the armed forces, their strength, their intelligence assets and most particularly their strategies and plans. He would be at the heart of all of King Juan's plans against Virago. He would know all their weaknesses and ultimately, would have incalculably sensitive information on how to defeat them and overthrow the country. In short, if Andreas's initial thoughts were correct, he may well be looking at the beginning of the end of Elsmere as it was known. He looked at Alina. There was a triumphant sparkle in her eye, pride in what she had pulled off. "You don't seem to recognize him General. Surely you remember the team leader of the ten-man team you sent into my sovereign territory to spy on me?" she asked calmly. Again, Lopez looked at him with no sense of recognition. "Surely you recognize the team leader of the failed mission you ordered? The failed mission for which you were to be executed?" she asked now rhetorically. "Yes, General, this is the Major you left behind enemy lines. This is the Major Wahl you left for dead. I dare say we believe she has tremendous value here with us, however," she added smiling at Wahl. "What are you playing at, Empress," Lopez said, trying to sound dismissive of the trickery she was obviously employing. "No games General. This is Major Wahl in the living flesh. Major, you know the General, yes?" she asked looking at Andreas. He nodded in the affirmative, now enjoying the show she was putting on. "Please tell General Lopez something only the two of you would know." Suddenly the conversation had been thrown to Wahl. A jolt of adrenaline hit him. "Oh, ah, yes your Majesty, certainly," he said, sitting forward and putting his wine glass on the table. He was trying to buy some time as he thought about what to say. Thankfully he remembered the perfect thing that only he and the General would know about. "Ah, General Lopez," he started. "Do you recall the day I gave you my last briefing? Your Chief of Staff, Captain Petra Meranti, was wearing her class "A" uniform, a blue pencil skirt and blouse, do you remember that day?" he asked. The General had a blank face, not betraying anything. "Just as I finished my briefing with you and before I left, we were standing by your desk. Petra walked in, gave you some files and then walked out. After she closed the door you put your arm around me and said, 'a man could tap that ass all day!' Do you remember that General?" Andreas asked him. He had a twinge of indignation in his voice as he remembered what a sexist asshole this guy was. Come to think of it, it made him angry all over again. "In fact, General, I believe you then told me that since you couldn't pursue her, given your place in the chain of command, that I should go "tap it"," he said, using finger quotes to emphasize his words. "You said you'd order her to blow me if I wanted." General Lopez was trying to play it cool, but he knew there was no other way this woman sitting in front of him could have had that information. His office was the most secure office in the country. There was no way Virago could have listened in. "You are trying to tell me that this woman is Major Wahl? How is that possible?" he finally asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. "General, you know how it's possible. We have turned all of your men into fine Viragonian women. Major Wahl actually has not yet transitioned. Under that lovely dress he is still very much a man," her Majesty said. Lopez looked from the Empress to Wahl, studying him. "That's not possible. What are we doing here your Majesty?" Lopez said still showing a modicum of decorum. He was trying to take control of the conversation. "We are just giving you a sense of what is about to come. Look at the Major, General, isn't she lovely. You probably won't be as lovely, of course but you will be an important addition to my war council once you've blossomed into your womanhood. Once in your new form you'll insist on telling us everything you know and helping us. We will be unstoppable with you input in to planning our offensive against your former countrymen. I so look forward to hearing all the dirty little secrets you have to tell me," she said smiling at the general. Lopez began to realize what she was preparing. Just as Andreas had come to learn, the General also knew of the Viragonian's magic. If what she was saying was true, and Wahl was who she said she was, he recognized that this situation presented an existential threat to Elsmere, not to mention his manhood. "Empress, may I remind you that the convention between the continental powers forbids any form of torture. I demand you return me to my cell at once and that we observe the established conventions, just as we have afforded your country women," he said, clearly trying to find a way out of his dire predicament. "How dare you take a high-ranking officer and chain him to your living room wall. What have we sunken to here?" He tried to sound authoritative, but his voice betrayed his concern. "General, I have no intention of torturing you, a courtesy I believe your king's son did not afford my people," she said with stone cold seriousness. She paused then collecting herself continued in a more agreeable tone. "On the contrary, I believe you will find it quite pleasurable. Thus, the conventions to not apply in this situation. We are not barbaric after all. I even put this lovely dress on for you. Besides, as far as the King of Elsmere knows, you're dead now. He is convinced you burned up in a, what was it General Skarpsv?rd," she asked looking at Alina, "a fiery helicopter crash?" "That is correct your Majesty. As far as anyone in Elsmere knows, he is now dead and gone" Alina replied. "How perfect! Now Major," the Empress said, turning her attention again to Andreas. She locked her blue eyes on his. Her expression was all business and her tone suggested all pretenses were gone. "It is time for you to show me your loyalty and allegiance. Transform your former commander and earn your place in the Viragonian Empire." She let the words hang and again Andreas became aware of the energy flowing from her. Andreas again felt the Empyrian flowing from her and a growing urge welling in him as he had before. He smiled. "As you wish your Majesty." Wahl slowly stood up to his full height. He felt powerful and in control. He felt proud that he would play such a pivotal role in world politics, that he might be the one to put Virago in a position to own the continent. And proud that he would live up to his mother's expectations. Besides, this was not a decent man in front of him. He was monster in a general's uniform. The Empress had just given him a hunting license and he turned and locked in on his prey. Alina turned slightly on the couch so that she sat in the corner facing Lopez. She seemed intent to watch the show she had been planning all day. "Wahl," Lopez said, a sense of urgency in his voice. "If that is you. Whatever you're thinking of doing don't do it, son. You of all people know the implications of the information we have falling into their hands! Remember your training. Remember your oaths!" Andreas took three slow steps toward the general. "I can make it worth your while," Lopez pleaded, speaking low as if the other women in the room couldn't hear him. "Oh general," he said provocatively. "I have everything I need here; besides I've already promised to tell the Empress everything I know. I've sworn an oath to her and my new commanding officer General Skarpsv?rd," he said gesturing to Alina. He was now in front of the General Lopez and leaned in close. He brought his hand up to the General's cheek and let the back of his long red nails softly caress his face. "I'm going to give you a gift you don't deserve. I'm going to let you become the person you should have been as a man. You will happily bow before your new mistress Empress Viktoria and deliver her victory over the continent," he said softly, seductively into the General's ear. "Not. Going. To happen, you TRAITOROUS FUCK!" he spat out, enraged. Marta and the two other guards were standing ready should he try anything. "Oh General," Andreas cooed, "no need to be so vulgar, besides, you're dead either way." Wahl pushed his body into Lopez's so he could feel Andreas's breasts against his own chest. Wahl brought his right hand up under the General's chin and caressed his left cheek, kissing him on his other cheek. The General tried to arch his neck away from Andreas as if his kiss was the vector for disease. Wahl took that moment to send a small wave of arousal to Lopez. As he did, he reached down to the General's crotch with his right hand and gently, but firmly stroked him through his pants. "Do you want to get hard for me General?" he breathed at Lopez. Andreas, the Empyrian flowing through him, felt seductive and electric. His skin felt every part of his dress, his nipples were sensitive against the heat of Lopez's chest, and he began to hunger for what he was going to take from the man. "Do you want me to take you fast or slow Manny?" he asked using the General's first name, taunting him. His hand slowly rubbing up and down on the man's cock. "Get off me, Wahl. You can't do this!" his desperation now showing. He was half yelling at Wahl and half yelling at the Empress. To his credit, Lopez was not yet getting an erection. He was trained for interrogation so under normal circumstances he would likely be able to hold out as Andreas had himself. But this was the plan Alina had cooked up earlier in the day. There was no guarantee they could break Lopez normally. But with Andreas's new abilities, it was a virtual certainty that they would have Lopez turned and freely giving them everything they needed. "It was a trick question Manny, you're going to go fast because I don't want to have to be this close to you for very long," he whispered, again in a coy voice. "But rest assured, I will do this, and you will take your place kneeling before her." Andreas enjoyed that he could give Lopez a sense of doom and inescapability. The Empress and Alina exchanged looks, thoroughly enjoying the show. He slid his hand up to the button in the front of Lopez's pants. He brought his left hand down and unfastened the first button, then slowly the second button that attached on the inside of the waist band. The General hopelessly pulled at his restraints, then set his jaw as if steeling himself against an onslaught of pain. He slowly unzipped the man's pants so the General could feel every tooth of the zipper as they separated ever so close to his genitals. Andreas reached his right hand down into the Lopez's boxers and cupped his balls. "Oh, General," he said looking down to where his hand went into his pants. "I have to say, after all the years of swagger, I thought it would be bigger..." For their part, the Empress and Alina sat transfixed. If Alina could have a hundred more years, she could never again plan something that seemed so delicious and that worked so well. She was spellbound in anticipation. Andreas, stepped in front of the General, who now seemed to be fully concentrating on something else, his eyes closed his breathing quicker. He pulled the General's pants down to mid-thigh and let them drop to his ankles. Andreas, now singularly focused on the Tor he would pull from Lopez, surveyed the General's boxers. He reached to either side and slowly pulled the man's underwear down, bending at the knees as he did. "There it is," he said softly having exposed the General's genitals to the room. "Mmm... Manny, doesn't it feel so much better not having those silly pants on anymore?" he said, still playing with the general. He dragged his right hand back up Lopez's inner leg, sending a wave of arousal to the general. He could see the man's cock become encouraged with blood. "Don't you want to get hard for me Manny?" Andreas said softly, still having fun. The General now had a pained expression on his face as if he were beginning to lose some internal battle. "Pity," Andreas said, "I guess I'll need to get you hard myself," he said. He was still crouched in front of Lopez his face about level with the man's crotch. He took his red tipped fingers and lightly gripped the General's balls in his hand. Lopez flinched, sweat now beading on his forehead, fear gripping him. Andreas smiled as his touch had had the desired effect. He caressed the testes for a moment and then let go. He extended his index finger back behind his scrotum to the middle of his perineum, then pushing slightly, let his long red fingernail slowly but steadily drag up over his balls to the base of his cock. Andreas sent a strong wave of energy at the General, which sent blood immediately flowing to his genitalia. As the blood engorged the penis, forming his erection, Andreas slid his red fingernail up to the top of his penis so that when he reached the end, the General was completely erect. It looked like Andreas had just inflated a long balloon. He made a playful "woooo, bop!" sound as his finger slid up the shaft. By now the General had begun to quiver with fear. "There we go! That wasn't so difficult now was it?" he asked mockingly. The General looked to be in agony, he knew he had lost, and the inevitability pained him. "Now Manny, you will take your place within Virago," he said looking back at the Empress for permission to continue. Empress Viktoria visibly happy at the progression of the proceedings nodded vigorously. Softly he took the man's cock inside his mouth. He sucked and pumped a few times, just to further taunt the man. Lopez, crying, let out anguished sobs each time Andreas's lips got to the tip of his penis, desperately fighting what he now knew he was powerless to stop. Andreas took him into his mouth one last time, tapped his scrotum with his right index finger and made the man unload into his hungry mouth. At the same time, Andreas sent a small wave of energy to Viktoria, Alina and Marta. Andreas savored the moment, lost in the Tor. Twinkling brilliant lights danced across his eyes as he swallowed down the energy. Lopez let out a loud frightened "Ahhh..." which went up in pitch as the transformation took place. Andreas didn't watch this time; he knew what happens next. Instead he sat back, eyes closed, balancing himself in a crouched position on his long heels, knees out in front of him. He allowed himself to enjoy the energy field around him and flowing through him. He let the Tor settle in him and then started to become more aware of his surroundings. He could hear the rustling of the shackles and handcuffs. He looked up and saw Marta releasing the restraints from the prisoner. Andreas put his palms on top of his knees and pushed up standing up straight. He looked at the woman now in front of him. She was middle aged and mildly attractive in the face, healthy, with a glow about her. She wore the general's shirt, now oversized, as if she had borrowed her boyfriend's shirt. Andreas looked around. Alina had a large smile on her face and a look of unrepentant joy. He looked at the Empress who sat there stock still, her cheese plate still in her lap. Viktoria began to clap. "Bravo, Major, Bravo!" she erupted loudly and enthusiastically. Andreas smiled, a bit embarrassed all of a sudden. He grabbed the sides of his dress and did a curtsy to the Empress. When he was finished, he returned to his seat. Alina too joined in with her own clapping, and he grabbed his wine glass and toasted her. "Yes, well done!" she gushed. The two ladies looked at each other. The Empress took Alina's hand. "We've done it, Alina! Your plan played out just as you said it would. You are a hero of the Empire!" she continued enthusiastically. "Marta, help the General into her new clothes and burn those ghastly things, will you?" Alina asked. "Of course, General." She gestured for the butler, Brigit to get the new clothes they had brought. While the seated ladies congratulated each other and made toasts, Marta led Lopez along the fireplace and around the couches to more open space. She had the new woman step out of the old shoes she was standing in and then unbutton her old shirt. Marta helped her slip out of it and then dropped it on the floor with the rest of the clothes. The woman, formerly Lopez, was just slipping off the old socks when the butler came back with a garment bag containing her new dress and holding a pair of low-heeled shiny black slippers. Marta gathered up the pile of clothes and handed them to one of the royal guards. Lopez stepped into a pair of shiny black silk panties. She was actually fairly well endowed on top, so they fastened a matching bra to her and adjusted the straps. Next, they removed the dress from the garment bag. It was a black satin wrap dress with a shirt style collar. The butler stood behind Lopez and slipped it on as one might slip a jacket for someone else. Lopez made a small shrug and the dress fell in place. Coming around the front, Brigit asked Lopez to raise her arms and she pulled the two sides together and tied them off at her left waist with an elegant bow. She looked up at Lopez and took a hair brush from her pocket. She brushed straight Lopez's now shoulder length dark hair. Satisfied she turned Lopez around and brought her to the corner of the couch to the Empress's left. She waited for those seated to give her their attention and then said, "May I introduce General Manual Lopez of Virago." The Empress stood as did Andreas and Alina. She put her small plate down and came over to Lopez. She kissed her on both cheeks and hugged her. "Welcome to the Empire. I now give you the name Matilda," she said. "It means 'Might in Battle'". We will call you Tilda, though dear. It's much easier," she said and smiled. "Thank you, your Grace!" said Tilda. "I have so much to tell you! King Juan and his son have started to plan a preemptive attack on Virago. I will work with General Skarpsv?rd to make preparations and plot our counterattack, your Majesty." She turned to Alina. "Three seconds a woman and already she's being useful." She looked back at Tilda. "Thank you, Tilda, very helpful indeed. I look forward to you atoning for your prior sins. General Skarpsv?rd will convene with you in the morning and introduce you to the war council. Tonight, get some rest. The security team here will take you to your quarters." General Skarpsv?rd was now behind the Empress and stepped in giving Tilda a kiss on each cheek and welcoming her. Marta had given the royal guard member the clothes and so that left Alina's other guard to escort Tilda out of the palace. CHAPTER 17 With Tilda now gone, everyone returned to their seats. Marta took up a spot behind the Empress against the wall. Alina had poured the last of the bottle of wine into everyone's glasses, letting Andreas know that it was now ok to drink his wine however he liked. The Empress turned her head to Brigit and asked for another bottle of wine. "Well that was exciting wasn't it?" Alina said. They were all a bit giddy. "I have to say, again, I have never seen anything like it. Your Majesty, she is truly something special, I have to say," nodding at Andreas and using the feminine. "I couldn't agree more," she said. "I think this calls for a celebration!" she exclaimed raising her hands. She then finished the last of her wine, just as Brigit came in with the next bottle and a new set of glasses. "Drink, drink up!" she encouraged. The butler finished opening the new bottle. She took the Empresses old glass and handed her a fresh glass into which she poured a taste from the new bottle. "Perfect" she said, and Brigit set about replacing everyone's glasses and pouring them a fresh round from the new bottle. It was funny, because the next ten minutes was no different than a conversation Andreas would have had with his guy friends at home. They did a play by play of the whole seen. Both Alina and Viktoria were elated at how Andreas had toyed and taunted the general. They recounted how she had slowly tortured the man into orgasm. Then how she expertly took him into her mouth. It was a story they planned to tell for generations they said. "I believe our plans might just work after all," the Empress said to Alina. "Yes, with this new powerful skill at your disposal, it should make things considerably easier," agreed the General. "May I ask you a question, your Majesty?" Andreas asked. "Of course, my dear, you have earned that right tonight for certain." "Why do you really want to take over Elsmere? It can't be to share the Empyrian. That makes no strategic sense," he added. "Your Majesty, I told him this as a ruse to keep your true plan secret. His confusion is my doing," Alina chimed in. "No matter at all General. You were right to keep the plan secret until we knew she would join us. Major Wahl, the fact of the matter is we have a population problem. We have no men, and while the Empyrian gives us many riches, joys and powers, it does not bring us babies. As you have seen, procreation in Virago has become close to a one-shot deal, so to speak. We are slowly decreasing in population and so my predecessor set us on a course to take new lands so that we might have the genetic stock to continue our society," she explained. "This was the true reason we took Seremante and Indrandia, to allow our countrywomen access to more men." "I don't understand though, your Majesty, how could Virago have lasted as long as it did if everyone ultimately turns into a woman?" "It wasn't always this way, Andreas," the Empress replied. "Sometime before I was born, the Empyrian started endowing us with the power to take manhood out of our society. For centuries, it was only the nobles that were bestowed with this honor, showing that they wielded the power of the sacred feminine and the Empyrian from which they derived their divine providence. They used it sparingly but it was the basis of the monarchy's power. Something changed, however, and over the last two monarchial reigns, the transitions began happening to almost all men. Just a few men at first, but after many years, the transitions accelerated, transforming the majority of man who climaxed." "The mathematics of it aside, at first, we believed this was divine will, the will of the Empyrian, and embraced it. With fewer men in our cities, almost all aspect of life became better. Crime was almost nonexistent. The social fabric of our society became stronger. Poverty, hunger, joblessness were all but eradicated. In short, in many ways our society had never been stronger." "But, as good as this was, it soon became clear that the math would simply not work out with this as the new status quo. What few babies were born to us were always girls and soon there were very few men around left with whom to procreate. We thought if we sent our young women to Seremante that they would be able to find mates and so we annexed them. The Empyrian doesn't flow freely outside of Virago, you see, so we thought this was the answer. Once we made them a formal part of the country however, the Empyrian started to take the men of Seremante as well. We tried again with Indrandia, thinking that if perhaps we didn't annex them but simply sent women there it would somehow stop the same thing from happening. The Empyrian however, seems to not care about the formality of a thing, only the spirit of the thing, and so soon the men of Indrandia were becoming sisters within the Empyrian as well, slowly at first, but with escalating numbers. While the world hasn't yet fully seen the calculus, we are now left with no other option but to continue to move across the continent," she said, taking another sip of her wine. "Andreas," the General started, "Your power will allow us to subsume Elsmere without bloodshed, or at least minimal bloodshed. We see your powers as a way to bring us victory with as little force reduction as possible," she said, using the military parlance for loss of life. "You will be a pivotal piece in the plan to bring us victory." "I'm honored, General, your Majesty," he said nodding at each. "I will do my best for your Majesty, my new country and her people," he said hoping to stop the conversation there. One thing he learned as a young officer is know when to stop asking questions. "I'm sure you will Major," the Empress said nodding at him and taking another sip of wine. There was a moment of pause between the three. "Major," Empress Victoria said now changing the subject. "Am I mistaken, or did you try not once, but twice to arouse me?" the effects of the alcohol had clearly begun to loosen her tongue. Andreas blushed. He didn't want this moment to be ruined by having done something inappropriate. "Oh, he did, your Majesty. She sent her little vibrations over to me as well," Alina chimed in then taking a short sip of the wine. "She is quite fiendish that way." She gave Andreas a wink. Marta even cracked a smile behind the Empress. "Do you think you could bring me to orgasm, Major?" her Majesty said casually, looking at Andreas. There was a deafening silence as Wahl tried desperately to think about what to say next. "Uh..." Andreas looked at Alina for help but found none. Alina was having one of the best nights she'd had in recent history and she wanted to see where this would go. "Fuck it," he thought. He looked back at the Empress, "...ah, well, I believe I could if you wanted me to your Majesty," he said, deferentially but confidently. How much wine had he had he wondered? "Well, we are proud of ourselves, aren't we?" she said giving a look to Alina. "Well, again, you have earned the right this evening," she said. She then leaned slightly forward, again looking him straight in the eye and said, "Why don't you show me then." Without breaking eye contact, she reached across her lap and slowly, seductively, pulled the fabric that concealed the slit in her dress back across her lap. She sat back and moved her left leg just enough to the left to let the dress fall away, exposing her leg all the way up to her crotch. Andreas was stunned and excited at the same time. She pointed her left index finger at him, twisted her wrist around and gave him the 'come here' gesture. Andreas put his glass down and slowly stood up for the third time. He stepped before her Imperial Majesty. She pointed down, gesturing for him to kneel in front of her. He carefully pulled his dress up and got on his knees, looking up into her eyes. The room was now silent and still. She pulled the dress further apart and spread her legs wide. "Pleasure me, Major. Make me cum...if you can," she challenged him. "What the fuck is happening here," his mind was screaming. This was one of the strangest, sexiest things that had ever happened to him he thought, as he looked into her crotch. As he had expected, the Empress was not wearing any undergarments, and was cleanly shaven. Andreas returned her gaze and without losing eye contact. "Go on then," the Empress said softly, giving him permission to proceed. He started kissing the inside of her left knee, slowly working his way up her thigh. He sent a few waves of energy through her and could tell that she was already moist, probably why she initiated this in the first place. The power of dominating Lopez was as much an aphrodisiac to her as it was to him. Being this close to Viktoria made his groin twitch as well but he had found that while he could increase arousal, he could also decrease it in himself and others. He focused his concentration on her, sending a few more waves of pleasure to her before he got to her sex. She was now breathing more audibly, and she slid herself forward in her chair so that he would have better access to her vagina. She smelled and tasted like nothing Wahl had ever experienced. It was a combination of flowers, musk and power. He slid his hands up the outside of her thighs and when they got around to her backside, he pulled her into his face. He licked and sucked and sent wave after wave through her. Viktoria, head back, eyes closed, grabbed the back of his head and gently but firmly held him tight against her sex. She gave him encouragements and soft moans. She was clearly enjoying herself. Viktoria was approaching climax, but he could tell she wasn't there yet, and he wasn't sure his tongue alone could do it. He heard the far door of the room open then close and someone enter just as he sent a stronger wave through her. She responded vigorously letting out a guttural "oooh" and spread her legs a bit more. She had started to rock her hips in unison with his tongue, but she still wasn't yet over the hump. "Make me cum, Major, oh...make me cum" she urged breathily, lost in her own indulgence. He summoned all his focus and sent everything he had into her, sure that that would get her over the edge to climax. He was correct. In fact, not only was he correct but he miscalculated, a novice to his own powers. The wave hit her full force, and she climaxed in a way that she never had in her life. It was the best feeling she had ever felt, and she allowed it to consume her. As possibly the most powerful of all those to wield the Empyrian, she lost herself in that moment of orgasm and released back a wave of energy of epic proportions. At the beginning of her orgasm Andreas saw the twinkling lights as he usually did as the Tor entered him. But rapidly those twinkles turned into a giant flash, like the headlights of an enormous oncoming truck bearing down on him and it hit him fully. He collapsed on the spot, out cold, head thumping on the floor as he slumped into a pile.