Conclave Of ConspiracyChapter 21
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Emperor Z'haas was not a patient man by any stretch of the imagination in less eventful times, and even less so once he received word that the Conclave had started. He had given Gronnus a quarter moon, yet he found himself anxious for word of progress after only the second day.
He summoned the Overlord over Farview late that morning. There was a long pause before it was answered, Z'haas having to restrain himself from passing his hand over the pearl again and again.
"Your timing is very fortunate, Z'haas," Gronnus said as soon as his image shimmered into view before the sovereign. There was a trace of irritation in his voice. Only moments ago, he had finished returning Amanda to Roquan and shooing Freya from his quarters. The latter had been the more difficult action.
"The timing is whatever I make of it," the Emperor said haughtily. "I wish to know your progress."
"Normally, I would complain that it has not been enough time, but this is such a sure thing that I have no qualms telling you about it."
The Emperor's eyes narrowed at the Overlord's insufferable smirk. That was yet another thing to add to the long list of changes he intended to implement once the crisis was over and the power of the Overlords broken. They would soon learn to show more respect for the Imperium. "Then you will be successful in deposing Roquan?"
Gronnus' smirk faded slightly. "In only a day's time, Z'haas, I have already done several deals with various Overlords to lock Roquan out of any vote in his favor. In fact, I secured a very key vote, which is that of Overlord Trennan D'vard. Where he goes, several other Overlords follow."
Z'haas took a deep breath to keep himself calm. He folded his arms, his eyes hard. "That did not answer my question, Overlord."
"I did not answer it because it is not relevant to the Conclave proceedings."
"But it is what I want. I wish Roquan removed. Have you started this?"
Gronnus sighed. "No, I have not."
"Why?"
"Really, Z'haas, is this necessary? I tell you that the vote is sure to go against Roquan. He will have no allies after this. He will likely be shunned by the rest of them after this debacle!"
"As I have told you before, Gronnus, this is no longer enough to satisfy me! Yes, I wish the vote to go against him. But I wish that vote to be followed by a formal Tribunal. I want Roquan removed as a threat."
Gronnus remained silent for a long moment.
"Well, Overlord?"
"Deposing Roquan... may prove more difficult than anticipated."
Z'haas frowned deeply. "And why is this?"
"I am no longer at liberty to disclose the information about the slave Amanda."
"You are what?!" Z'haas exclaimed. "I have told you before, this is not the time to worry about keeping your pathetic little secrets!"
"That has nothing to do with it!" Gronnus declared. "Z'haas, please reconsider this, it..."
"I demand to know why you cannot proceed with this plan."
Gronnus appeared nervous for a moment. "I chose to disclose the information to a fellow Overlord," he finally said in a lower voice. "And she decided she wished to use it to her own ends."
"She? You shared this information with Freya D'yros?"
"Yes."
"Have you taken leave of your senses?!" Z'haas roared, his voice echoing through the chamber. "I am not an Overlord, and even I know of her wiles! She is not the person to trust with information such as this!"
"Gods damn it, Z'haas, I needed help! I needed an ally! And if you do know as much as you claim about her, you will know that she is someone you would rather have for you than against you! If that does not suit you, then cease making impossible demands of me!"
Z'haas took another deep breath. His eyes blazed anger, his face a scowl, making him look even more hawk-like than normal. "What is she doing with this information?" he finally asked in a terse voice.
Gronnus paused a moment. "I believe she wishes to use it to pursue her own deal with Roquan."
He was not about to mention that it was a deal for Amanda herself. For all he knew, the Emperor had other plans for her, and it was best that Z'haas did not know that these were thwarted as well. Gronnus had enough to deal with as it was.
"And how do you know that she is not intending to betray you and side with him?"
Gronnus laughed. "Then you truly do not know Freya as much as you think. No, Z'haas, she will not turn to him. I have seen to that."
The Emperor said nothing. He was not convinced. He was rarely convinced of anyone's plans other than his own. The key to success in his mind was to follow his commands and nothing more. He knew the situation. Everyone else did not.
"Since it appears you wish to receive constant reports from me, Z'haas," Gronnus said. The Emperor caught the slight tone of disdain in the Overlord's voice. "Perhaps we should agree on a time of day so I can be sure to be available."
"There will be no need, Overlord," Z'haas said stiffly. "Proceed as you have been."
Without waiting for acknowledgment, the Emperor waved his hand over the pearl and terminated the conversation, the Overlord's form vanishing into nothing.
Z'haas picked up the pearl and gripped it in his hand tightly, as if imagining crushing Gronnus himself in his fingers. He realized now he should never have bothered with the Overlord in the first place. It came down to this: if Roquan were out of the picture entirely -- if he were dead -- there would be no need for a vote.
He placed the pearl back into its case and proceeded to the audience chamber. There he found the Mage waiting patiently for him, his hands folded over the top of his staff.
"Good morning, my Emperor," Q'yros said, bowing his head.
The Emperor returned the greeting with nothing more than a curt nod, though inwardly he was grateful for the gesture. At least the Mages knew how pay proper respect to the Imperium. "Tell me something, Q'yros."
"Yes?"
"The Overlord Freya D'yros. She is of the same Clan as you?"
Q'yros' face hardened. "If I am forced to admit such a thing, yes," he said tonelessly. "She is my granddaughter."
"Indeed?"
"I must manage your expectations now, my Emperor. If you believe that this means I have even a modicum of influence over the accursed girl, you are sadly mistaken."
"From what I know of her, it is doubtful anyone has influence over her."
"She did not listen when others told her she would be best suited for Magery. Instead, she chose to replace her father at the D'yros Manor. A female Overlord. Bah! I am embarrassed to claim her as my blood kin."
"Oh? She has magical ability?"
"Yes. Never developed it properly. That's not to say it doesn't manifest. Or do you believe her charms are from her beauty and wit alone?"
Z'haas raised an eyebrow. He would file that bit of information away for later. At the moment, he had more pressing concerns. "Have you completed the work on the wards?"
"Aye, my Emperor," Q'yros said. "They are as strong as they can be."
"And there is no chance of unwanted intrusion?"
"None at all."
What Q'yros did not say was that there had been no chance of it before, either. The power on the wards only went so far before there came a point of diminishing returns. Simply put, no one could possibly bring a Portal Focus anywhere near or inside the Imperial Palace without it triggering one or more of the wards. The person would be struck dead by a guard or marksman before he could activate the Portal.
But try telling this to the likes of the Emperor! Q'yros thought it best to play along with Z'haas' paranoia to satisfy the sovereign and earn himself some platinum to boot. He was very tempted to offer the sovereign some "extra" protections, which really would be overkill, but did not wish to press his luck.
Yes, there was always a small danger. Were someone to disable a ward somehow, one could conceivably gain enough time before the ward deactivation was detected in order to open the Portal. No magic on Narlass could actually stop a Portal itself; it could only detect or disable the focus used to summon it.
"Is the Guild continuing to monitor the D'ronstaq Manor?" Z'haas asked.
"We have detected no new Portals in the vicinity."
"You will inform me if they do."
"Of course."
Z'haas looked away and sighed. "I fear something is being planned, Q'yros. I fear that we are not doing what we need to stop it."
"We are doing our best, my Emperor," Q'yros said smoothly.
Inwardly, he sighed. He realized as well as the Guild did that something was happening in the Far West, but he sincerely doubted their reach into Oceanus. Yes, there was a problem. Yes, they may have transported something to Roquan's island. But he was also growing increasingly convinced that the Emperor was jumping at mere shadows.
Sirinna could tell that something was bothering Amanda. She was very quiet and reserved when they came to the Circle for the midday meal, and now that it was Amanda's turn to eat, she ate slowly and without much enthusiasm.
Finally Sirinna reached out and gently cupped her fingers under Amanda's chin, lifting her lover's eyes to her own.
"Yes, mistress?" Amanda asked automatically.
Sirinna sighed. For once she actually wished she could let Amanda call her by name despite where they were. Suddenly "mistress" sounded so cold. "Are you all right?" she asked softly.
Amanda was not all right. Her pussy still ached. Despite the fact that the next Overlord to whom she had been delivered had been interested only in what she could do with her mouth, she didn't feel any better from Freya's treatment. She knew that she would be granted a trip to the Healer's office if she asked, but she felt that would be a sign of weakness on her part.
This was even more so after remembering what Freya had said. A normal slave would have enjoyed a continuous orgasm like that, regardless of what it made her feel like afterward. It just reinforced the notion that something was wrong with her. She did not want anyone else to find out.
What really disturbed her, however, was the fact that it was as if Freya somehow knew that Amanda was deficient in some way, and was determined to prove it.
"I'm fine, mistress," Amanda said, lowering her eyes.
"No, you're not."
Amanda's gaze snapped back up again.
"Amanda, what's wrong?"
Amanda sighed. "What difference does it make? You're just going to tell me I need to behave like a proper slave."
Sirinna was taken aback by the bitterness in her charge's voice.
"I'm sorry, mistress," Amanda said defeatedly. "You can punish me later for that."
"Are you having trouble with the Presenting?"
Amanda paused a moment. "I thought it was only supposed to run for a day. This is the second day. And I have to go back after this."
Sirinna nodded. "I know. It's... unusual."
Amanda's eyes flashed anger. "Unusual? That's all you can say?"
"Did you have trouble with another Overlord?"
"With the same Overlord," Amanda muttered darkly.
Sirinna looked confused. "The same? But you're not supposed to be given to the same Overlord twice."
"Wait... I'm not?"
"No. Not usually, anyway. But... but if Master Roquan felt..."
Amanda could not stop herself. She rolled her eyes. "So anything is okay as long as Master Roquan says it is, right?"
"Amanda..."
"Yes, I know. Show respect for the Overlord. Sorry, mistress. I'll be good, mistress."
"Amanda!" Sirinna hissed. She glanced around for a moment and slid closer. "I just wanted you to lower your voice, that's all. You're obviously quite upset about something or you wouldn't be acting this way. Now what is it, love?"
Amanda paused. That was the first time she had heard Sirinna use a term of endearment for the past two days. And she had never used it outside of their quarters before. "So you do still care," Amanda said softly.
Sirinna smiled. "I never stopped."
"It's... it's just been hard to tell."
"I know. We haven't had time together..."
"I don't mean just that. I mean you were more concerned about how I was acting as a slave rather than as your... " Amanda lowered her voice to a whisper. "... your lover."
"I was just proud of you, Amanda, for everything you've accomplished."
"I know. But... but it's not good enough. Not for Mistress Freya, anyway."
Sirinna looked surprised. "Was she the one you were taken to again?"
"Yes. Only I don't think Master Roquan meant it that way."
"I don't understand."
"I was given to another one. Master Gronnus, I think his name was. But when we got into his quarters, he gave me to Freya. Is he supposed to do that, mistress?"
Sirinna hated questions like this. They set her love for Amanda in direct conflict to her loyalty to Master Roquan and Overlords in general. She knew what the "right" answer was, but she knew that Amanda was not looking for that now. She had to be Amanda's lover right now and not her Trainer. "No, Amanda," she said in a very low voice. "That was... a... a breach of protocol."
Amanda blinked in surprise. Sirinna had just come out and admitted that an Overlord did something wrong.
She was about to ask why Gronnus did this, but she thought she already knew why. The female Overlord was up to something. She had specifically planned this with Gronnus. It did not seem plausible that she just happened to be there. It explained why Gronnus had met Roquan halfway. He had been the only Overlord that had done that. For all the others, Roquan had to deliver her right to the door.
But to what end? Just to show how "bad" a slave she was?
And then there was yesterday, asking questions as if trying to trick her into revealing she never had the Draught. Were the two connected?
"Should I tell Master Roquan, mistress?" Amanda asked.
Another hard question to answer. Sirinna knew that slaves were told to quietly report to their Overlord any incidents of abuse from a client. Yet did this constitute abuse? Amanda was not obviously injured or bruised.
Sirinna could only push things so far in her own mind. "If he asks, yes."
Amanda just nodded, but inwardly sighed. It was probably asking too much for Sirinna to tell her "yes". However, she had heard enough at least to know that perhaps some of this was not her fault.
"Mistress, I would like to visit Master Vanlo before you take me back to Master Roquan," she said evenly. "My pussy feels a little sore."
Sirinna nodded. "Of course, love." She had noticed that Amanda's labia looked a bit red. "He'll be able to give you something that will make it feel better right away."
"Thank you, mistress."
As Doran had predicted, the other Overlords showed little interest in maintaining a strict attendance record for the Conclave.
When Rennis stood before the others to make his statements of support for Roquan's cause, there were barely half the Overlords present. Most were off at the bazaar outside the Manor gates, the merchants plying their wares to them. Like Roquan and Doran before him, he kept his speech short and to the point. Roquan could at least be content that most of the Overlords that were present appeared at least mildly interested.
It was also possible that they were simply waiting their turn at Amanda.
Amanda stood off to the side, her wrists in restraints and her chain in Roquan's hand as Rennis spoke. She was feeling a little better now, at least physically. The salve that Vanlo had given her had worked very well indeed, leaving only a very small residual ache. The Healer had examined her and found no damage of any kind.
Gronnus stepped away from the gazebo. He had to pause a moment halfway down the path to catch his breath and stop his heart from hammering in his chest. He glanced over towards the west. The afternoon sun had disappeared behind a storm blowing in from the ocean. The breeze had stirred, bringing with it a promise of rain. Until it delivered, the air was still muggy and oppressive. He turned again down the path, Overlord Freya far ahead of him. She disappeared into her quarters just as Gronnus...
Roquan politely but firmly turned away both Rennis and Doran when they came to his quarters early in the morning. He did not offer them any excuse whatsoever despite their puzzled looks. This was his Manor. It was time he began to assert some more control over it. He had no need to justify his actions. He had Amanda summoned to him, as he had the previous two mornings. For the first time in his memory, he actually felt anxious about meeting with one of his slaves. Amanda arrived, escorted...
Vanlo uttered a long sigh. He cast his tired eyes down at his patient. The bolt was out. The wound was closed and starting to knit. He applied more of the salve to it now that she could stand it, now that there was no longer raw muscle and tendon exposed, and it would start to knit a little faster. But the girl's skin was still deathly pale. The bolt had gone deep and nicked the major artery. Before they got her to Vanlo, she had bled profusely. Her breathing had been very shallow. She was...
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Gronnus watched with smug satisfaction as he saw Overlord Berin D'flaar leaving Trennan's quarters. Seeing that helped offset the indignation he had felt against Freya for what she had pulled on him that morning. The gall of that woman! She was trying to take over the whole show. She had no idea what greater interests were being served here. Though he realized that if he had told her, she would more likely than not try turn it around to her advantage and his detriment. He had a short while...
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"I am quite pleased you made it to the Manor early, Doran. I am feeling increasingly out of my element on the eve of the Conclave." Overlord Doran D'jorus breathed a windy sigh as he shook his head. He nodded his thanks as he accepted the goblet from his host. He took a long pull at it before speaking. "Not that we have all that much more time to prepare, Roquan!" He waved a beefy hand towards the door, which had been left open to admit the cooling evening breeze. "What we have now is...
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Love StoriesChapter 19 She made her way to the west end of the room, just as two security guards came bursting into the room with their weapons drawn. Fortunately the rows and rows of servers didn’t make it easy to see from the end of one row to the next and they would have to search each row. Using her telekinesis Elizabeth held the door open and quietly slipped out just before two more guards shuffled through, barely missing her. The entire building was on lock down, she would have to be careful. The...
Chapter 1 Hello, out there on the World Wide Web. This is Mother Debbie with another edition of my Internet column for those of you who need the kind of advice I offer. Well, let's turn to today's case. It's a little out of the ordinary. I call it: "Sherry's Mom" Dear Mother Debbie, I know you usually help only cuckolded men and wimp wannabes, but I read your very perceptive reply to the young woman in "A Woman Who Loves Men" and I was hoping you could help me as well. My...
It's in the future, by now she's divorced, and I, a doctor with a clinic so I'm wearing a suit, a good suit. I see her at a hotel lobby, I came over a table where she is sitting alone, she is still beautiful, and I intrudes myself, we start to talk, I admit being an old fan and say she probably thinks I'm a nerd, with the right ton to make her laugh, she has a great laugh. We start to talk and next thing me now she gives me her number and say she has to go to pick her kid from the pool or...
hello, hey, hi, … hello. hey. hi. how are, or is y'all, or you's doing everybody? well hopefully everyone however said is doing at least okay, if not better yet to be said feeling alright, or best of all to be said feeling blessed than stressed, more blessed than stressed, or too blessed to possibly become, or be stressed, & hopefully I myself being of that of my person am likewise, or as well feeling like at least that being of the first mentioned status if not of the last two to be...
A cheating girlfriend seeks refuge in the janitor’s room. The caretaker knows how to help a hiding devious senior college tart....I saw Marcus in the distance in the locker hallway. Oh damn, I said to myself, not here, not now.I mean I had cheated on him and he had found out last night. I had dreaded school today. Though I suspected the usual male double standards, it was okay for him to cheat as a guy, but not me. I would be labelled a senior college slut by lunchtime. How could I keep my head...
A new black toy recommended by JeromeThursday afternoon had been a pleasant time for me.My black lover Jerome could not come to fuck me; but he had sent one of his youngest mates, a handsome guy called Shawn. Of course no time to lose in preliminaries; just wild sex fuck.I was with this nice guy in my bedroom, when I heard footsteps coming from the stairs.I looked over to see my loving husband Victor watching me from the doorway. My legs were wrapped tightly around the back of the muscular body...
Stephanie Sizemore paced from their kitchen to living room and back again, biting her nails and thinking. She'd hardly slept the night before; fighting through fitful dreams of uncontrollable climaxes and having to explain herself to the police. For a moment, she paused and wrinkled her forehead in obvious distress – the police – what if I Connie tells someone? The very thought of having to explain her lustful, illicit desire for her son's huge cock was more than the woman could bear. Over...
It was a typical night in our house. The k**s were in bed and we had just finished yet another round of mediocre sex. As he fell asleep I find my hand moving towards my pussy to finish the job he never seemed to complete. I began to wonder what it would be like to be used by several men. I closed my eyes and let the fantasy play out.“One, two, three” I mutter to myself counting the dandelion patches s**ttered over my lawn. “Every year Joe swears that he’s found the latest and greatest in weed...
What is the nature of demons? Are they the demons case down by god, the spawn of Satan, as humans tend to believe? Do they come from a different world? What are they? Demons come from all over the worlds. They are dimension travelers, but most specifically, they are beings that feed off of life. They are parasites. There are few that know the true origin of demons, most of them being the first demons. Some of them are still alive. Stories claim that the demons came originally from a harsh...
This happened on the new year eve just past, I spent the new year eve with my girlfriend and her high school friends at one of the girl house. there were three couples plus two single girls at this party. Now let me tell you about the girl I had fun with that night, she is one of my girlfriend good friend from high school and she always has been the wild one (from the stories i have had heard). Well she is Cambodian and her name is Zoe, she is about 155cm and a very tone body. I had always...
Back in those days I had considered myself to be a bit of a Don Juan, sowing my wild oats wherever I could. Well, anyone that lived through the later part of the sixties will remember what it was like back then. Free Love, they called it, the Pill had been invented, was becoming widely available and there was no HIV to worry about back then. Yes, there were other things you could pick up, but a couple of trips to the clinic normally sorted those out. Christ, if it had two legs and a skirt, you...
"Hey sis, can I get you anything in the kitchen, maybe some toast or... HOLY SHIT." "PETER GOD DAMN YOU." "I'm sorry Jill, oh God I am so sorry, I really am." "Don't you know how to knock first?" "Look, I'll be downstairs, please forgive me, man am I stupid." "Fuck I could have sworn I locked that door. No Peter, wait, I'm sorry, it wasn't your fault. Let me put something on and I'll be right out." "No no Jill, it's none of my business what you do in your old room, you...
The smoke from the Camel cigarette filled my lungs. I exhaled audibly. It was early morning. 4:04 am to be exact. Ren had already fallen asleep. My bedroom was dim. A single vanilla scented soy candle cast an eerie glow against the cornflower blue walls. The white sheets were twisted around Ren’s long, sinewy body. The veins were visible on his lean yet muscular pale arms. A red star, the size of a golf ball was tattooed on either shoulder. His espresso colored hair draped over his eyes like a...
I let my hands drift aimlessly across each of their sexy backs, down to their sweet asses, lightly, but firmly cupping each one bringing their warm soft cunny’s lightly brushing the outside of each of my thighs. Sally started moving slightly first, bringing her leg up to allow her cunt to brush my leg more forcefully. I looked down at Alex, after hearing her moan softly, and she was bringing her hand up to caress my throbbing dick. She wrapped her hand around it, and started stroking slowly,...
.a{fill:none;stroke:gray;stroke-linecap:round;stroke-linejoin:round;stroke-width:3px;} Bottom Anne And Mary - Book IIChapter 34: The Wall Street JournalCopyright© 2007 by Robin Pentecost Startup Succeeds in Five Specialty Retail Markets, Finds Time to Horse Around BY SANDRA FELLING Staff Reporter NEW YORK— The new wave in fashion isn't really there. Virtual clothing in many forms has made it difficult to tell whether Americans are dressed to the nines, or just kidding. Virtual...
When I was around 7 years, my cousin was 14 years old. I ran into their house and searched for my cousin everywhere. When my aunt told she was in her room, me, without thinking ran into her room and that was the first time I saw her naked boobs. She was getting dressed for the function. I immediately turned around and came out of the room. I cursed myself for not knocking before entering the room. I guess even she was not used to lock her door to get dressed, after all she just reached her...
IncestSara kept me hog-tied, gagged and blindfolded all night before she untied me. But Sara kept my wrists tied tightly behind my back and she helped her lover now her slave out of bed and led me into the bathroom. She had layed out a razor and shaving cream next to the sink. She took a wash cloth and damped it with warm water and she washed my redish pubic hair around my crotch, cock and balls and even my ass. After several minutes of this she then proceeded to apply shaving cream to my pubic hair...
I have no idea why I get so aroused by dangers of my wife becoming emotionally attached to another man, but I do. I know for couples who enjoy open, or cuckold relationships, it’s normally no strings sex and living out their fantasies which much of our society considers taboo.I’ve done a lot of internet research on wife sharing, cuckolding, swinging and jealousy and I’ve concluded there are virtually hundreds of variations and they’re usually attached to strict prearranged rules however, for...
CheatingHow the Big City Changed Me II By Chiara I had tied my hair back in a ponytail before getting in the bath. I must admit, shaving my armpits and legs was an interesting experience. First I foamed up one armpit and shaved it, then the other. As I rinsed off the foam I was left with a very sexy looking feminine armpit. I was surprised that an armpit could be sexy but mine definitely were. I then proceed to soap up my legs. As I shaved them I was left with beautiful smooth legs. I...
As Dave walked into his own home, his phone announced that he had a text. He picked up the phone off the kitchen counter, and opened his messaging app. In glorious color, with perfect lighting, a photo graced the screen just the way Alice had sent it. The picture showed two side-by-side naked female torsos from neck to pussy, each with a cock about halfway inserted into the wet vaginas. Dave laughed aloud. This was the promised ‘retribution’ for when he went to Sedona and had sex with seven...
Perhaps this is where I should begin, with public moments—intense, intimate and sometimes discreet. It matters not who is present or how many surround us. This is the story of us and why I am his...My husband does what I call “flexing”. He laughs when I use this term. In general, it is that look of restraint he gets right before he is about to pulverize someone either mentally or physically. But that’s not what it means when his focus is on me. It too is a form of restraint. But, this form of...
Quickie SexThe first major decision Don made occurred was when he was summoned to the Principal’s office towards the end of the school year by Diane. She asked him if he wanted to coach basketball next year. Diane was just going through the motions as she assumed that it was a given he would be the coach but he surprised her with his answer. “I have spent considerable time thinking about if I want to coach basketball anymore. While I do enjoy coaching my answer is no, it’s time that I hang up the old...
Matti left Bert Fontaine lying on the pile of firewood with his gun cradled on his chest, still pointed at the small round hole in the base of his chin. He had already verified that the bullet had passed right through the dead man’s head, exiting from a jagged half-inch hole in his smoothly shaved scalp. After five minutes spent recovering some of his composure, Matti once again placed a call to the OPP. After the basic facts were confirmed with him, they told him to leave the site alone, and...