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“So, I thought you were important?” Kaarthen said noticing he wasn’t even trying to present himself to the gate.

“This close to the lands of chaos they don’t speak to two people in black who stroll up after dark. Nevertheless, that doesn’t matter. Let me ask you: if there is a way in, and if that way was quick but dangerous, what would you say?”

“I thought we were immortal? But that doesn’t matter I’ll follow you.” Kaarthen said. Inside she was curious.

“Come along.” Marcos said with gleeful mischievousness.

They followed the wall until they came to a cemetery outside the city.

“Grippe is inside the lands of Menthino, they represent themselves in court, and pay a portion for the common defense. Nevertheless, they didn’t ever give rights for anyone to come in openly. About six hundred years ago, an epidemic swept through here and the city called in others to help in the crisis. The city of Leethon sent people. Half of them were state spies. They cut several tombstones that lay against the city wall in an intentionally useful manner.”

“Why do you trust them so much if they are so inconvenient?” asked Kaarthen

“Grippe is not a city in the traditional sense. They are a mining company set forth last cycle. However, that’s what makes them good for my purposes, they survived. Not completely, they don’t know or remember that they are the oldest city, but they still mine. They have better than six in ten of surviving a cycle perhaps even eight in ten. Therefore, I bought the city.”

“So, again, why are we sneaking in?” Kaarthen said following him up onto a mausoleum.

“The only two ways it could be destroyed is by disease from the inside, which is controlled hopefully by the walls and really isn’t a complete loss. The other way is internal unrest that continues for extended period.
If that happens, I will kill whomever I have to, to keep the city secure.” Marcos said hopping to the top of another statue.

“I collected a great many powerful and useful things here, weapons mostly. I thought one day Dark Mother would be challenged and the god would have a champion I couldn’t beat directly. Now, for whatever reason that hasn’t happened, but I can’t destroy this stuff.” Marcos huffed, and jumped up to the top of the wall. They were several meters high in the air. Around them pale moonlight illuminated hills and trees. In the city, lights and noises of a movement were everywhere. “The security is all completely necessary. You’ll find the people of Grippe don’t get out much and are usually ignored if they do.” Marcos waited for Kaarthen to traverse the tricky climb.

“They value usable technology and the like to show it off. They like the attention they get for it, so lots of them would be trying to show off for a new face. So just smile and please don’t ask questions.”

“Interesting, but Marcos, why leave a way in?” Kaarthen asked after she jumped over. The way down was easier and nobody was around.

“Because now, only I know about it.” Marcos said starting ahead.

The two slinked through the night. Flameless candles and streetlights fascinated Kaarthen. All the work was done in shiny brass with exposed parts that boggled the mind with the complexity. Some lit windows showed contraptions everywhere lining walls and tables.

The people rode odd chairs with wheels that moved. Their feet spun a chain that moved the strange craft. Everyone seemed to have one. The crafts varied in size from those pulling carts or some so small one had to stand atop it, there were no horses in sight. The many crafts all made a racket as the metal or wood wheels scratched and ground over the paved cobbled stones. The loudest noises were from whistling noises like giant teakettles off in the distance.

The two earned a few odd looks from the residents as they made their way further into the city. Most women were dressed in tight swooping dresses with narrow flowing skirts that emphasized their hips and bosoms. The men were covered head to toe in layers of buttoned jackets, hat, and long skinny pants. Lots of people wore goggles on their foreheads or on their eyes as they rode around. The people were all of various colors but they didn't seem to have tans. Even the darkest brown-skinned people seemed to have none of that vibrancy of time in the sun.

They arrived in a large open square that had a large bank, municipal town hall, and stage with a seating area for gatherings lining the edges. A fourth building sat back behind zigzagged stairs and a tall iron wrought fence atop a stout stonewall. On two sides, large wooden drawbridges were raised for service deliveries. One brought things to the front. The other entrance was cleverly sectioned off. It ran towards the back of the four stories tall, stone building on the left side. Directly behind the rectangular structure the stone face of mountain seemed to butt up against the back.

This remarkable and at the same time subtle building was where Marcos led. He produced a key at the outer gate and they walked in. Marcos took her around the side of the extended entranceway to a glass door that looked much more like one of the full-length windows. He opened it and ushered a gawking open-mouthed Kaarthen inside.

Kaarthen was shocked, and the wonder wore off as she stepped in. The interior of the building was not furnished. It was a barren cave like passage. Before them, was a solid seamless stone cut square that made a passage for Marcos to walk along. Just as they entered the passage, a gap between the cave and the fake building's facade caught Kaarthen's eye. Looking up, Kaarthen could see lamps lighting all the windows visible from outside.

Following the passage to the left, then turning right, they reached the perimeter of this disguised building. Kaarthen could make out stairs taking them down. After fifty steps, they reached a door on the right that Marcos opened. Inside looked very much like an elaborate high temple.

“Wow I’m sure the goddess would be proud of your piety.” Kaarthen said looking around. She reflected real internal thoughts of wonder at what her champion had been doing.

Before her were hundreds of various statues. All the statues were from different cycles, and were done beautifully. All the aspects were represented. Seductive coy femininity, wantonly lewd maternal fertility, and stoic severe death. Some times the statues were rendered obviously pregnant.

The wall was covered in mosaics and portraits of her full form. She sat in a black toga. Her body was her ebony skin and floating obsidian hair with the pitch-black voids of eyes and silver mirrors of pupils. Some were done in the traditional three-armed form with her sitting, pinching an exposed nipple between her thumb and fingers of her left hand, delivering birth to a skull with one right hand, the second right arm was raised holding up a rose.

That gave her pause.

“I have seen lots of images of the Dark Mother, never have I seen her with a rose in the third hand. It was always done with a downward dagger or an up held sword.” Kaarthen commented quietly.

She saw another portrait. It was not as well done, and almost hidden, but it reminded her of others for some reason. Looking back and forth the Goddess was who noticed it.

“You did the paintings yourself, didn’t you?” Kaarthen said truly amazed.

The background was the common feature. It was the same temple as when they first met. In others the main temple in Mavvus was the background or clearly over her shoulder. The pictures and portraits varied in size growing in style and detail, culminating in the complicated mosaic on the long wall.

“I did it all myself. This is where I have stayed as two cycles started. Only that one is not mine, an artisan gave it to me.” He said, indicating an excellent work. The goddess only once had him go to Dar Delis. However, the portrait was cold and vague in accuracy compared to the others.

“But why the rose? You can’t even see if it’s dark red or black.” Kaarthen said squinting and stepping forward.

“A long time ago I was unable to have healthy children and I felt cursed. Remember, when I was first… created, the children I had were vampires. I know that an immortal depressed over their conditions, or eternal existence is an odd thing but it happens.” Marcos walked over to stand next to her looking at the painting. “I wanted perfection, I asked Dark Mother to give me mortal children, as normal as others. She did, but she did not allow me to take wives after that. I was quite surprised that she had you become my Companion. I meditated a lot over it and that dark form never returned. After that, it was always her other aspect of Death that dealt with me. I thought perhaps if they were separate aspects, my Host couldn’t be close to me for some reason and withheld herself. It seemed she wanted me to be a tool and act as a tool. In addition, it seemed she wanted me to be hers alone. I thought when I reached that part of the portrait she killed my love and yet she perhaps loved me. The rose fit the aspect. I had thought about displaying it. Women, especially those in power who feel they can’t, act in similar ways when their emotions become powerful. I have known many queens and nobles who thought themselves above impulse and emotion. Their efforts and training for control naturally try to inhibit that whimsical, or primal feeling. Usually bad things happen when it’s repressed too much. They become excessively distant and cold, or obsessive when they want to be closer and warm. People of power, or responsibility are always taught little of love, they think it a distraction. Uncontrolled and unexpected it is much more insidious than a distraction. I think it is no different from horse riding. You aren’t really in control, the horse very easily could kill you, but you may guide and hope the rules are common between both of you. If you’re able to train yourself with schedules and limited timely satisfactions, love can be fulfilling as you continue your work. Like any addiction, I suppose. So to answer your question, it is both red and black.”

“I see I like it.” Kaarthen sobbed quietly, and turned away. Internally the Goddess was weeping over his story. It seemed mostly sad for taking so long to come to him, and it was greatly conflicted over admitting its presence.

“I’m really glad you like it. I feel it is for you. I thought you would perhaps enjoy it.” Marcos said looking on the painting and smiling.

A pregnant pause hung and Kaarthen froze suddenly, with every sense on full alert. Her mind replayed every time he looked at her or she felt his gaze, every word shared or its tone.

“Does he know?” They both thought together.

“Come on, this place isn’t a temple. I want to show you a few other pieces.” Marcos said internalizing the tension. The Goddess had never had an aspect for guile or subterfuge. Giving him a companion who was identical to her aspect was more than sheer vanity. The Goddess likely wanted a reminder nearby.

The repository of statues and paintings ended with two short stairs leading down. A flat area with metal carriages that looked heavy and solid arrayed in neat rows. They seemed ready to pour out some door and have free reign on the countryside.

As they walked in an old man was sitting on a bulky metal carriage smoking a pipe.
“Welcome back. I see you found a woman.” Said the obviously blind man. He hoped off the carriage.

“Yes, it was a long trip or a short one depending on things. You have kept the place well in shape.” Marcos said looking thing over. He seemed to take pride in the metal carriages. “We’ll be going upstairs and returning shortly. I’ll need my Title box if you please.” He added after rubbing a carriage.

The old man had perked at the mention of ‘upstairs’, but went wordlessly to the shadows and returned silently with a black footlocker three and a half feet wide and two deep. He placed it before them and backed away to the metal carriage to resume his smoking.

Marcos opened it. Inside was a gleaming gauntlet. It lay at the bottom edge it was an open frame with three struts coming down the upper forearm to the articulated wrist, hand, and finger sections. The fingers had tiny sharp claws and all joints were spun out of the way to not be visible or covered in flaps. The underside had three buttonholes across the wrist; behind the holes, the forearm was plated to the elbow. Just past the elbow, a framed semicircle plate had a silver crown on the seat of a throne with sun-like rays along the edge of the semicircle.

“Wow! Is that gold?” Kaarthen asked wide-eyed.

“Yes, but it’s only plated in certain parts. You’ll soon see all army officers have one of these. The Royal family has gold. I am among other things the chief patron of the Royal family. This country was founded by me but I don’t waste all my energy running it.”

“So the king just does what he wants and you wear this?” Kaarthen asked

“Kind of like that. First, you must know there are a king and queen. The King is the Immortal Crown of Menthino. He is also the lead general and I am the chief. He is required on the field for any campaign. I raise and train all eligible men for the crown. I also crown them. And, despite clear instructions I have eight times so far had to kill them.” Said Marcos. He placed the gauntlet on, pulled out individual straightened wires, and bound parts that came together along the bottom. He pulled out another robe and a behind the back crossed sword holster

“The Queen is the Noble Sister of the Eternal throne of Casspil. Despite what that sounds like, she really just does ceremonies to the Goddess. In state affairs, she usually handles trade and diplomatic functions. In war, her powers are nearly nullified. The King handles the Court and tasks military preparedness but cannot invade until that happens. Technically, the Queen is sovereign of the eastern portion of Menthino into Alcanton. That land was part of Casspil, but Alcanton was never developed. It is an entangling mess every time it’s attacked. Since it cannot be held, I integrated the two royals. The Queen is by now, not even remotely related to the King. They are however, intentionally raised as if they are brother and sister. Upon the coming of age of the future Queen, I take the girl on a secret journey through the lands of Alcanton. It’s one of the last times usually they ever leave the capital until they are crowned in Dar Delis. After that, most queens never get to leave Menthino.”

Marcos had finished dressing. He wore a traditional hooded black robe that ended below his knees, and was split in the back up the middle. Two blades were crossed behind him and poke out slits below his elbow. Both were single edged and full-length. One was a Menthino straight sword of black steel. The other was a slightly curved specialty sword.

The robe tucked into the elbow subtly accentuating the gauntlet. The swords, when drawn, slid cleanly and the sheaths tipped up through the split in his robe.

“Well let’s see what changed upstairs.” Marcos said now fully dressed. Turning to the back, he opened an armoire, walked into it, and gestured for Kaarthen to follow. Incredulous, she got in too and was surprised by a jolt and the armoire started to elevate. A few moments later, they stepped out into a mostly empty interior of the building above.

“So this is the mine?”

“Yes the city boils the rock dust and it releases stuff that can be burned which then boils more water. All that comes from another much larger mine, this is a tunnel. Here? Could you sit here please?” Marcos said, indicating to Kaarthen a contraption with a chair seat and a bar for her feet to rest. She was confused looking at it even the wheels had spindly lines going everywhere.

“This is interesting, those crafts outside were a lot louder,” Kaarthen said, noting the ride was smooth and quiet.

“That’s because this one uses a lubricated chain, and has tires softened for durability.”

“So what’s up ahead?” Kaarthen said trying to take her mind off the weird flying sensation. She felt kind of sick with the odd sensation and could feel herself getting dizzy.

“A weapons storage and recovery vault holding some of the most powerful weapons of the last six cycles. Some were forbidden even then.” Marcos said pulling up to the end of the giant tunnel.

A steel door stood at the end next to a mammoth set of double doors. Marcos opened it with a key from his gauntlet.

“I’m showing you this in hope that if the Goddess knows something I don’t or something happens to me you can get here and fight it out.”

“What could happen?”

“Whatever happens?” Marcos answered cryptically.

Marcos opened the door. Inside a vast workshop was laid out with various weapons and oddities in various states of assembly. The room had a hundred foot ceiling and extended for almost half a mile back into the mountain.

A man came up wearing goggles that magnified his eyes making his pupils take up the whole lens. He stopped a few feet away and addressed them.

“Hello sir! Back already I see! We have done marvelous things since your last visit and we’re ready for the test!”

Quickly he hurried them to another room and set about bustling and clearing a spot on the floor for them to stand. The room was not wide but long and narrow. On the far wall, a platform like a bed stuck out and tarp covered a large round cylinder underneath. To either side of the platform holes were cut into the walls large enough for the bed sized platform to side through. The cylinder continued through the holes, but was exposed at either end.

“I thought this room would be perfect for the test. Let me just take the tarp off…Now as you can see this is a large cylinder dart. Its full length is twenty-six feet but as you instructed sir, we removed what you called the ‘warhead’. We analyzed and studied the propulsion end and found that this was made to go to only one place when it was made. We figured political tensions must have been high to create and keep a weapon facing one city. We also recovered from the ‘silo’ as you called it, references to Astrokos, with world maps of incredible detail. Two computers were recovered and we are using a decryption computer to understand the language.” The man finished proudly.

“I see, Ham this is my Companion Kaarthen. From now on, if you see her or she needs help be sure to do what she asks.” Marcos said gesturing. “I’m glad things are going well, I was down stairs and saw everything was clean tidy and nothing had rust. I know it’s hard to keep things out their ready.” Marcos clapped him on the back.

“Be sure to enjoy your companions too once in a while.” Marcos said turning to leave.

"Sir! You don't want to test it?" Ham implored.

"We can't test it in here Ham"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Ham, it will get very hot and likely suffocate us. Please return it, and concentrate on the 'warhead'"

Marcos left Ham in the room and Kaarthen followed him back into the large workshop. They walked past dozens of men and women busily staring and attending to the parts and pieces before them.

Walking to the far end of the cavernous room he finally reached another door. He walked in and Kaarthen found that there were several buildings inside the cavernous room. They had a lived in look with clothes hanging on strings. Several women wearing colorful robes were working gathering water, or in fields of green under bright lights. The front building was a grey stone though it was smooth and seamless. It was five stories and was forty yards wide with double doors in the center. It had several balconies along the front with tapestries hanging. Several more structures that were similar were behind it in lengthwise rows.

Marcos walked into the open doors at the center of the building in front. Kaarthen realized that the center area was open all the way up like a small internal courtyard. Four floors of apartments had open areas to look down on them. They went through a sturdy gate and took tight zigzagging stairs to the third floor. Marcos opened the gate and inside was a large open square area. It had a square hole going down to the entranceway with railings around the sides. At every corner were doors and directly opposite the stairway was a balcony.

Marcos led her to the room to the right, opened the door, and removed his weapons and armor, put on a robe. He gave her a robe. She also undressed and felt comfortable in it for the first time in a while despite how Marcos used the time to stare. They continued further and Kaarthen noticed they were in a converted apartment with cooking areas and converted bedrooms. They stood in the main room, that was long and narrow with the cooking area and wash area to the left and two rooms at the end. It was now an armory with some of the weirdest and deadliest weapons she'd seen. The bedrooms also had even more weapons. The cooking and wash areas were changed for weapon maintenance.

“These are all the weapons that I personally owned.”

“What about everything outside? Isn’t that also yours?”

“Yes, some of it out there is things being repaired or studied. Most, like that dart Ham wanted to test were recovered from this mountain. Others were brought here from all over the world. These areas of mountains don’t have earthquakes, so this is a safe place to keep things.”

They walked out after Kaarthen had looked and touched everything. They went into the room to the right away from the door. Inside was an identical set up with a feel of comfort for living in.

“This is where I spent a lot of time between cycles. I thought up some of the best features of Menthino or new paintings or sculptures. Those people and their families down there have worked their whole lives in here. Sometimes they go out to see the city and I don’t stop them. The people of Grippe are by nature very comfortable underground. Most of what they do is done at night, and they work best outdoors when it is cloudy. The real reason for that is they all at one time came from down here.” Marcos explained.

He walked through the room carefully removing dust covers and opening windows. All the furniture was stone, cushioned with plush leather or silk. In place of chairs or tables and desks were stone platforms, benches, and pedestals.

He lay across a bed of silk and gestured for her to come over. Kaarthen lay next to him and allowed her robe to open. The robe was parted by the weight of her breasts and the right breast was exposed as she rolled to face him on her side.

Marcos looked at her. Neither needed candles. In the darkness, her hair was black. Her skin had nothing to reflect and the darkness within won out and absorbed the light around it. She looked almost drow like. Her pupils shone almost as bright as mithril but with their own light. He reached and flicked back the rest of her robe exposing the rest of her body. The unique feminine silhouette of a woman on her side was immensely erotic. Her near silent breathing was only noticeable by the panting heaves of movement. Her legs moved, rubbing her thighs in a manner of a hot woman.

She reached forward and opened his robe. Untying the knot, she focused on exposing no more then his cock. She rubbed and yanked on his hardening cock until it started lubricating. Kaarthen’s eyes stayed completely focused on it as she cupped his balls. She leaned in further to it and sucked it into her mouth. She bobbed on the head in her awkward position then reached over with her left and pushed him over. An image of him laying flat with his hands behind his head blocked her vision. She removed her robe and sat on her feet and bent forward till her breasts were on his hips and she could suck him.

She slid both hands along his body until on was flat under his balls and the other was palm down against the top of his cock. She sucked him into her mouth and bobbed with more and more speed and depth. She sucked him into her throat and went still faster. She didn’t gag even when her nose went to his hairs. She knew the goddess was responsible.

She was by now sitting up on her knees bent at the waist using her whole upper body to take his cock. Marcos was nearly about to cum but his peak slipped through his fingers despite Kaarthen’s unrelenting efforts. She gave him one long suck from root to tip and sat back. Marcos was glad for the short breather. He felt her move and straddle him. His cock went from vaguely cold with moisture to hot and wet within her boiling body. Her heavy breasts fell over his face as her pussy lifted into a rhythm.

Marcos thrust up into her as she dropped and for ten minutes, they fucked as Marcos sucked her teats. Kaarthen saw waves of images from Marcos and the goddess. In the images she was there doing various things. She went from pregnant to standing bathed in blood on a battlefield with Marcos. The clothes changed with her armor and weapons in the images. Nevertheless, she always smiled darkly. She saw herself naked many times, in many positions, usually not alone. She saw other pregnant women with her and they all made love to Marcos. They all harvested his seed.

Kaarthen tensed and exploded with a deep-throated howl and went limp. Marcos was close and rolled them over to be on top. He put an arm around her shoulders and with the other had her right leg in his elbow as he lightly slapped her breasts. Her juicy pussy was so accommodating and despite how relaxed she was, it still tugged and clenched for him. He came and with three tight deep thrusts, he spewed then locked himself in to the mouth of her cervix. Her cervix trapped his cock head and he stayed locked in her as he went to sleep.

Movements around him woke Marcos later. He opened his eyes to feel her rubbing his back and kissing him softly. Her legs had wrapped around him as her hips undulated. Her lips felt like cool clouds on his cheeks and forehead. He found himself hard within her stirring deeply with her movements. He thrust in short deep strokes until she quietly begged more. He raised himself and started spearing her almost violently as she bucked under him. Her pussy oozed and her eyes rolled back. Her mouth lolled open and her tongue rolled out as she grunted with his strokes. His ten-inch cock burrowed deeply as she came continuously around his cock. He moved around her left leg, lay beside her, and took her from behind. For another ten minutes, he stroked her with his cock and his hands. He reached for her bud and his bottom arm snaked under her head for a nipple to tease. He pushed her knees up and clutched a breast as he rolled over on top of her back covering her body in his. Marcos came violently bellowing in a long groan of animalistic satisfaction. He rolled to the side still inside her clenched vagina and slept.

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Hours later, they woke and were refreshed. Both the lovers had on silly grins as they covered the furniture in dustsheets. They then returned the robes from last night to hooks before watching each other dress in their armor slowly.

Minutes later, they were back downstairs. Marcos returned the key ring he used to get in, took three keys from the blind man, and placed them into a panel of his gauntlet. The blind man quietly disappeared with the key ring trailing smoke from his pipe.

As they left, Kaarthen and the Goddess studied all the pictures and statues again. A majority were in the images of desire from last night. She felt quietly satisfied seeing this repository of artifacts.

When they left, they went into a restaurant out on the town for breakfast. Street cafes and hotel dining were offered. Kaarthen led them to a small caf?ith two petite blond waitresses. Both were short, nearly five feet tall. One had long hair down her back in ribbons and wore a dress to the knees that had many frills. The other wore a navy halter and black leather pants, she had dark gloves on, and her hair was up. They looked as opposite as possible, one was obviously happy and smiling the other had an obvious tormented streak. The one in the dress seemed filled out with small breasts and hips. The other was attempting not to look boyish. She dressed to emphasize her femininity despite her curveless form.

Marcos could feel that both were vampires. They could also feel him. The one in pants backed away as they moved in and seated themselves. Marcos who wore his swords behind him had to sit reversed in his chair.

The other, obviously younger, vampire approached and stared at him with childlike interest. She was drawn like a moth to a flame. She seemed aware something was different about him but not what. The girl in pants quickly rushed in, and without a word, hooked the staring blonde by the elbow, and around the waist, hauling her into the kitchen area. Loud whispers were heard from behind.

“Is that normal? Are we disturbing them?” Kaarthen asked confused. The goddess seemed to reach out to the two curiosities as well.

“Those two are vampires. There is one more back there but it’s also weak. The one in pants is the leader but likely only a hundred or so. They can feel our power. Soon you’ll feel them too. That young cute one was not dangerous, but very young, and was drawn like a moth to a flame. As an immortal, they’ll sense our power. As vampires, they usually consider it a threat. That’s why the other one grabbed her. Perhaps you were also drawn here.” Marcos turned to her considering. “In the future, you should know that pale people with dark blood red pupils are usually vampires. We couldn’t see their eyes as we walked in. Nevertheless, in the future be aware of pulls on your attention. They can’t really harm you. They are less powerful and relatively fragile. However, they are quick and some old ones have magic and can affect mortals around themselves. Long ago I used to kill vampires on sight, but no one here should know that, they are all too young.”

They sat patiently. Marcos noticed that the narrow street and the way the building faced kept the sunlight out of the large storefront windows without the need for curtains. They sat alone in the middle of the restaurant listening to the vampires figure what to do.

Finally, the blondes returned. The one in a dress went to a stove and opened a steam valve in the wall acting busy and normal. The other on in pants came directly to the table but stopped two paces away.

“Hello we rarely get early customers. Forgive our earlier actions. We are new here. Perhaps coffee today? Or tea?”

Her words were clipped and her mouth barely opened. Marcos knew vampires valued strength and appearances almost above everything. This vampire was very low class and likely never was in a coven. Other vampires would have killed her for her shameful weakness.

“Bring us tea with lots of sugar, bread, breakfast meat, and whatever else you have.” Marcos said.

“Yes, very good” She said already backing up before turning and nearly running.

Kaarthen regarded him suspiciously. “Why are you making her nervous?”

Marcos shrugged. “I’m not. I don’t have too. Culture says that, for them a stronger vampire can kill them at their own discretion. That girl’s actions were overly polite and displayed her obvious weakness. She is a hundred years old but likely never has been around other vampires.”

“You think she’s running from something?” Kaarthen said with the tone of sympathy.

“Yes, vampires stay the hell out of Menthino because I require it. If they were in Mavvus I would destroy them, but this is an independent city on our border. Fate left them alive here, so they are likely the only ones in the city or nearby.”

The girl came back holding a tray. As she placed the cups, Marcos noticed her hands were shaking the tea and almost rattling the cups.

“Please sit.” Marcos said quietly as she finished. He gestured a chair with a low back and arms he wanted her to take. To retrieve it, she would not have a chance of eye contact with her friend who watched nervously from the bar.

She froze for an instant but moved very stiffly and brought over the chair. She sat quietly and demurely but away from the table. The other blond watched but didn’t move or speak.

Marcos looked her over. Her hands were in her lap, her shoulders looked tight, and her head drooped as she stared at the table.

He reached out studying her face. “Did you know vampires are not allowed in Menthino?” He asked. He lifted her chin easily though she initially flinched. Her body shook like a leaf. Marcos noticed how skinny she was. Her chest was small and sunken under the halter and her arms were rails.

He paused. Her eyes stayed off his and kept to the wall. She reminded Marcos of some nervous dog. He waited for her response letting second go by then continued.

“So why did you bring your children here?” He finally said expecting an answer. Again, she didn’t speak but stayed quiet.

“Speak, what reasons do you have to hide here?” Marcos said slightly irritated.

“Sir, this girl once had a master. He was killed by his children who thought to control the coven. This girl was no more than a slave to them. They told this girl to serve. When the coven broke, this girl fled and took Mara. She was a pleasure slave, she knows nothing, she was kept locked in their dungeon, raped and made to serve any who wanted pleasure. We shall serve you if you find mercy for us.” She finished with a voice full of emotion.

“Of course, come with us it will be safe for you. We travel to Mavvus, in the city there will be a quiet place for you to live.” Kaarthen said surprising Marcos.

The girl was confused. For vampires, the less powerful usually don’t decide in another’s presence.

She turned to Kaarthen. “Thank you Mistress! This girl is so happy! She will serve you well.” She got out of the chair and kneeled taking Kaarthen's hand and placing it around her neck.

Marcos shook himself back to reality. “Vampires are not allowed in Mavvus.” He said indignantly.

“Well these two will hardly cause a stir. They can keep up on our travels as well.”

“They can’t stay in the city I will not permit them in my tower. They are likely unable to travel in the daylight also.”

Vampires are famously photosensitive. They might die if left out but it would take a long time. Usually, they suffer a huge drop in energy that debilitates them for hours. Only powerful older vampires can act unaffected.

“You told me earlier you had a pair of tree nymphs in the tower and grew a rock nymph from stone. These would be the same and only require blood instead of the energies of sexual excess. Since they can take care of themselves they may help the city by feeding on the criminals.” Kaarthen said optimistically.

“This girl never actually stalked and fed from humans before. This girl was made to drink of cows and horses.” The vampire added.

“Well that explained a little of why the two weren’t noticed.” Marcos thought.

Adventurers are paid lots of money for vampire heads.

“Can they even walk in daylight before passing out? Why should we help these two?” Marcos inquired of Kaarthen. He turned to the girl. “Excuse me, who is the third?”

“Rinis is another slave like this girl but she’s been around much longer. She is as old as Mara and this girl.” She said looking down still. She was obviously used to her fate being decided by superiors.

“You three are very weak.” Marcos said finally, not sure what point he was trying to make.

“But we can protect them. They shouldn’t live in fear.” Kaarthen rallied. Confident optimism was in her voice.

“They are not pets Kaarthen. Vampires grow stronger with time and blood. They will eventually want to use that strength since vampires value little else. Could you ‘put them down’ if they threatened the city? Would you fight them if they went berserk or revolted? Will you keep track of them to see when they plot against you? They are proud creatures and these three are poor examples, but given time and they will ‘grow up’.” Marcos protested. This was shaping up to be a classic reason vs. emotion argument.

“The goddess will aid me. I shall be their night mother.” Kaarthen said. If her eyes could grow misty and cloudy with delusions, they would be by now.

“Then they are yours, I hope no problems develop. I will protect my city. My women in the tower are not to be violated. In fact, they may never enter.” He delivered his statement in a building loud commanding voice of a father.

Kaarthen squealed in glee and hugged the little vamp. Its small head was dwarfed by Kaarthen's bust and it blushed returning the embrace.

“Just a question, how did you get work here?” He asked. Marcos needed to know how these vampires worked their way in. If they used an ability, compulsion, or a geas he would kill them here and now rather than allow them near those he protected.

“Mara is happy to fuck the owner for rent and a room. We don’t ask for any money, the owner pays us for one person. We can’t complain really, He knows what we are. Outside the city or anywhere else Warrioresses or adventurers would kill us for sport. We have been here for a few months.”

“There, there, go and get the others, we will wait for you.” Said Kaarthen gently.

Marcos noted how she took to this mothering role quiet easily. It was almost disturbing how quickly things had changed from the comfortable dynamic they had. She was arching her back pushing out her bosoms and smoothing the front of her robe with a warm smile.

“Are you sure about this?” Marcos asked again.

She looked at him smiling. “The Goddess in me will help them with what they need to stay out of trouble.” Kaarthen answered with remarkable truth.

“I see. Is that what you’re trying to do?” Marcos asked.

He was interrupted by the presentation of three girls. Each was short skinny and pale. Like Kaarthen, they had pale nearly transparent skin. Unlike Kaarthen, they weren’t darkened by but had a similar dark blush to their cheeks and under the eyes. They looked malnourished, scruffy, and their clothes were ratty.

The third girl had black wavy hair that went past her shoulders. She poked a tooth idly with her finger. Her pupils were extremely dilated and she shivered while staring at Marcos. She wore a simple thin lavender dress with a lace collar and knee length hem.

He had the mental picture of Kaarthen cooing, feeding, and petting three dirty itchy mutts in some alley somewhere. She looked at him strangely when the thought occurred to him but he didn’t care.

“This girl’s name is Ein. We are all four hundred years old this girl was trash from Masil to the far west. Mara was also from Masil we are like sisters we were taken on the same night. This is Rinis. She worked with me in the coven. We all ran away together when our coven went into civil war, our blood bond was broken, and we most likely would have been killed. Nobody would protect us. We are too weak to fight. We will happily serve you with our lives.” Said the blond in pants. She had all the pride of a leader of a gang of street urchins.

Marcos considered the silliness of people who fled in fear pledging their lives to anything.

“I accept your pledge. Please let’s get along.” Kaarthen said standing and bending to hug them.

Rinis continued to stare stupidly at him as she was hugged. Marcos was sure she would have voided her bowels had she eaten anything. He mused that perhaps she was slow and almost chuckled.

Marcos waited outside across the street as the three collected their meager belongings and closed the caf? Predictably, as they stepped out, they fell flat under the weight of the sun. Kaarthen fretted and almost stripped naked in the nearly empty street trying to protect them from the mid-morning sun. Marcos took pity and found a wheelbarrow near a blacksmith. He left money for it paying much more than it was worth. He returned and lumped the three girls in and pushed them down the street. At another store, he bought two blankets and a cowhide for them to cover them selves. Kaarthen hugged and kissed him happily, as he pushed on toward the city gates.

When the sun went down Marcos had to rest with it. They had stopped in a grassy clearing near a creek on the edge of the forest for the night. He was beyond tired but mostly sore. He had refused letting Kaarthen push the wheelbarrow over the rutted dirt road. The hills outside the city had been nearly worth those girls lives. On the flat areas, he still fought the washed out road and every rock while trying to push the wheelbarrow along.

Marcos easily fell asleep sitting in the wheelbarrow covered in a blanket. His swords leaned between the handles and he snored lightly.

Kaarthen sat on the other blanket that was spread out. The three gladly collected around her.

“I have special milk for you.” Kaarthen said lifting off her robe. “Come drink.”

She hefted a teat to them. Rinis and Mara silently suckled her as she leaned back and closed her eyes. The Goddess was reveling in the activities of the whole day. It wanted more though. Kaarthen felt pain in her body as the Goddess made the changes it wanted.

“Come here Ein.” She patted a spot next to her.

Ein scampered forward. Kaarthen reached for her with one hand reaching across her shoulders drawing her in. New long fangs grew in to her mouth with an odd tingling sensation.

In a flash, the Goddess froze them and Kaarthen lunged forward, biting Ein’s neck, latching on for only a second. She took her blood before casting her aside where she collapsed. She pulled up Rinis who stared blankly at her and took her also then dropped her limp body before taking Mara who looked at her wide-eyed.

The changes she made to them were subtle. Their bodies could take almost any body fluid for sustenance now. Their eyes changed to a cloudy bluish grey. They had also lost their fangs because now her milk or pussy would feed them more efficiently. She gained power over them with her conscious thoughts. A bond stronger than anything vampires share was made. They would be little more then her appendages now. They now would be constantly connected to her and each other. The feelings and thoughts of all would be shared.

The Goddess looked down through Kaarthen on the three quite pleased. Marcos would have eventually killed them. They would have gotten stronger and no sworn oath would stop what was in their nature. This way they could feed from her and stay safe. Daylight would not be a problem now and they could hurry without further delay to Mavvus.

The next morning Marcus was surprised to see the three up. As they walked, Kaarthen trailed behind with her hood up. He dropped back to her as the walked

“What’s wrong? Where you up all night feeding your babies? After a night’s rest, you should be fine. How much did they drink?” Marcos snickered.

“I…” Kaarthen was knocked to her back by Marcos who was suddenly upon her.

“WHAT IS THIS?” Marcos roared. He held her head with both hands prying into her mouth. His finger had hooked a fang and was painfully tugging on it. His anger made him lose control and his appearance seemed to darken as his true form peeked out. It seemed that an aura of black was seeping out of him into the air.

This was an extreme reaction. Marcos had already lost control of himself. Mara and Rinis looked on in terror. They could feel Kaarthen's fear. The Goddess was shocked by this reaction. Even though it felt him all those years killing and hunting vampires, it had never seen this. It also was unfamiliar with violence directed against its person.

“She saved us and made us better.” Ein said and instantly regretted it.

“Silence!” He roared

Faster then a blur he closed the distance and backhanded Ein who tumbled like a skipped rock across the road. A mere mortal would have died of a broken neck and a crushed skull. Ein was just stunned and bleeding. Scratches healed as she pulled herself back up.

He reached for a sword but his hand froze. The Goddess was trying to stop him. The Goddess was using her soft body as a platform to control Marcos’ hardened resolve. Kaarthen could feel its push shoving back against her mind under the strain and tasted blood. Her vision tunneled and dimmed, as she grew woozy.

He stared incredulously at his hand but reacted quickly reaching with his armored hand for Mara who stared at him stunned. He seemed to mistake her for the source of the interference.

“YOU!” Marcos shouted with blind hate, jamming his arm through her chest to the elbow, then swinging her away.

“STOP!!” Kaarthen and Ein yelled. Rinis only looked up at him blankly in awe.

“SILENCE!” He roared.

Marcos was now in full form. His body absorbed the light around it, and he looked like a hole in the midday. His black robes and leathers were oozing tendrils of black. His face was only a silhouette with two burning red eyes of hate. He seemed like a man shaped portal to the abyss with two terrible eyes staring back. Talons had ripped through his glove and only the gauntlet remained unaffected. With all the terrible darkness around it, the gauntlet shimmered in the midday light.

He rushed Rinis but Kaarthen lunged, hugged him around his waist, and pleaded. She cringed from the look he gave her. He grasped her head looking at her with eyes that didn’t see.

“Wampir.” Marcos uttered lost in a trace. His voice was a guttural whisper with an accent she had never heard.

Kaarthen's heart sunk with the word and her bile rose. She felt the Goddess scrambling through the world’s memories trying to find a solution before he went any further. She was paralyzed by their shared panic. She knew he was seeing his wives dead on the floor with all his children he had killed. Houses were burning, and everyone was screaming. The images flew into her vision in chaos. Thousands of faces in the shock of pain and death flew in a blur and she fainted.

**STOP**

Kaarthen opened her eyes the pain had stopped and she felt empty. Marcus still clutched her with a blank unseeing expression.

Behind him, the Goddess had appeared with her death aspect. The only change was the bulge of a few months pregnancy she rubbed, and a spear in her other hand she idly held like a walking stick. The image was an imitation of one of his numerous statues.

The display worked, perhaps to well. Marcos roughly shoved her head away. He ran and prostrated before the goddess.

“Greetings mother…..”

**WE ARE NOT PLEASED. HAVE YOU NOT ATTACKED YOUR COMPANION AND THOSE SHE SHEPARDS?**

Marcos cringed at the recrimination. “I have…I have…I… have lived too long if I have seen this happen.” Marcos sputtered finally. His anger was quelling into dread and self-loathing.

Kaarthen felt mortified at what was happening but she could say nothing but lay still.

**ARE WE NOT FORGIVING? EASE YOUR MIND. KNOW THAT THESE VESSELS OF MY WILL SHALL LOSE THEIR SCARLET EYES. THEY SHALL NOT BE VAMPIRE NOR SUCCUBAE. THEY SHALL DRINK THE SPITTLE, THE SEED, AND THE WATER OF YOUR BOWELS. YOUR COMPANION WILL RETURN TO THE FORM YOU FOUND MOST PLEASING. SHE SHALL SHEPARD THESE NIGHT CHILDREN AS WE CALLED HER TO DO.**

“That is most gracious. I thought I failed you by allowing her desires to be subverted and her body corrupted by those…” For a moment, raw emotion broke into his voice before he trailed off.

**WE KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS CHAMPION. YOUR COMPANION HAS SOUGHT MY PROTECTION FOR THOSE CHILDREN. SHE SOUGHT IT NOW FOR YOU ALSO. NEVER TAKE ACTION AGAINST HER. SHE WON’T COME TO HARM, AS SHE IS MY DAUGHTER, AND HER CHILDREN ARE MY THREE HANDS.**

The Being raised his head and gracefully kissed him, disappearing as their lips touched.

When Marcos blinked his eyes open, he felt weak. All his anger had burnt away. He felt emotionless and numb. He sat up on his knees barely able to move his legs out from under him. Meditating, he slowly pulled his form back in, focusing on the image he used for so long. The dark hair, the thin face, the lanky figure, and the dark tan of a southlander. Around him, Mara and the girls crept warily to Kaarthen who was only partially happy he recovered himself. The Goddess was within her again. It was monitoring Marcos as he pulled his mind and body back into shape. The anger at vampires was still there, visible but once again compartmentalized.

Marcos eased himself up onto his feet feeling tired already. His hair was back, His black eyes, and his weathered and tanned skin. He was complete, but didn’t look the same despite the form he wore. He appeared in his posture to be old and worn away. To Kaarthen he looked all of his 67,000 years. He didn’t speak as he turned and ambled down the road. Kaarthen and the girls got to their feet and followed quietly as he slowly led them away.

That evening they stopped earlier than usual at the first inn they found in a small farming town. The inn they found was a four-room inn and walked in to find it quite empty. The girls were for the first time able to be around mortals without conflict. They didn’t care to celebrate. Marcos bought two rooms and walked off leaving the other key for Kaarthen and the girls. He immediately went up stairs. They stayed and ate.

The serving area was quiet. Kaarthen’s emotions ruled the group. The Goddess was raging over the entire disastrous day. For the first time it had been witness to a real miscalculation. It had learned fear from its own Champion. It was not happy or satisfied with how things were resolved either. Quietly the other three ate a real meal for the first time in several centuries. The food was average but with Kaarthen so emotional, they couldn’t enjoy it. They all went to bed full but in a somber mood.

The next morning Marcos opened his door to find Rinis standing outside. His anger flared before he exhaled and stepped past her. She followed him downstairs and out to the stables.

“Hello?” He shouted.

“What?” a shaking pile of hay asked.

“I need five horses.” Marcos said.

Quickly the stable man stood in front of him looking around with the air of a sale.

“Five huh? I dunno if I can part with five…”

Negotiations were quickly finalized since Marcos was well past caring. He turned to the little mute girl but found that Kaarthen, Mara, and Ein had joined them while he was paying.

They led out two mares and three geldings. The horses cost a small fortune and came with everything including camping gear.

“Why horses I thought we were…” Kaarthen started unsure of this change.

“We are taking too long. The trip is only getting longer. We lost any advantages of not having horses. We will be in Mavvus in three days now.” Marcos said in a clipped voice with his back to her. Kaarthen noticed sensitively how he didn’t look at her.

He led the horses to water and unclipped his swords. He placed one in a front loop sticking up and the other across in front of him. Kaarthen did the same with Lourndai. The girls watched and fidgeted with Kaarthen’s stress.

Marcos used a calming touch and words to get the horses over to the road. They seemed enchanted and followed easily. He mounted, set the horse to a cantering trot, leaving the others to quickly learn how to mount and ride a horse.

By midday, the women were all sore but didn’t say anything. That evening they pulled into a larger town. The inn had its own stable that they used and they walked into a serving area much louder and crowded than before. Marcos again bought two rooms and disappeared. When the women ate, they were the center of attention.

Kaarthen could feel their eyes all over her open robe. The sides showed her body scandalously. When she had decided to wear it, Marcos had been the only one who would have seen it like this. She angrily ordered beer with her food.

Not too long after they sat, a drunken man pushed over onto the table. He stood over Mara and put his hands on the table over her. He had a short graying beard, a dirty grey shirt, striped messy pants, and stood barefoot.

“How are you gals eh? Needs a man eh?” He said sharp liquor was on his breath.

Kaarthen silently asked someone to get rid of him and Mara accepted. She spun out from under him and took his hand.

“Give us money.” She said, letting the man draw his own conclusions. She structured a favorable situation where he could assume control. He tossed a few coins on the table. Nobody looked at how much it was, just where the money came from. Mara led him outside to the stable.

“Na girlie I just want a suck” he said tugging her over to the wall.

“We can’t get caught, we need privacy.” She pulled him into the shadows. He drunkenly followed and she slung him on his back to sit on a barrel among some farm implements. She ignored his protest when she ripped open the crotch of his pants. She dropped over him, licked, and nibbled his half-hard cock. His cock was just under average but had large round balls under it. She dropped lower sucking him completely into her mouth. Her mind was aware of Rinis and Ein’s curiosity. Both women had been ravaged numerous times as serving slaves. They had not actively served in that manner. They learned with interest what a woman could do when she isn’t pushed down in a corner and fucked in her face. Kaarthen was sharply disgusted and urged her to finish faster.

The man gave a shock when her tongue crept down and tenderly stroked each nut in turn. She got them both wet before bobbing lightly on his cock. He came then, his balls dumped their spurts, and Mara kept the flow up by sucking it out of him. He noticed when his balls ached that his semen wasn’t stopping. He realized his body was numb and suddenly heavy. He could not move, but still she kept sucking from him. He started to faint with the taste of blood in his mouth and realized he might die like this. Mara continued to suck his seed after he fell back sagging against the wall. She took his purse and walked back out to the inn. When she left him, he was still alive only because the alcohol he drank had saved him. The sugars from his liquor provided for a few long minutes the only energy in his body.

In the hotel, the three went to bed, and Rinis waited for Marcos.

In the morning, Marcos woke and found Rinis waiting again. He walked down stairs but paused, turned, and flipped Rinis coin telling her to get a packed lunch for them. He moved on to the stables and a girl went and got his horses.

He watched her idly she was twenty, skinny, and had an average face that was too plain to be cute. When Rinis came up the stable girl tried to talk to her. Marcos watched the two. The girl was slender. Her breasts were mere bumps under her loose dress. He had a built up urge to fuck since the pussy he was getting the last several days had turned into a monster.

He tried thinking of situations that would work but couldn’t find anything creative, or romantic. He looked around as he finally considered the direct approach. In the early hours no one was around it seemed.

He walked over, grabbed the stable girl, and tugged her further into the stables and into a stall. He pulled his leathers back and showed his face. He fumbled with his robe and pulled his cock out then grabbed the shocked girl and drew her head down to it. She opened her mouth and sucked him. She did an average job of just bobbing along. He pulled her up and yanked up her skirt. This whole time no one said anything the girl looked at him shocked. Rinis stared sleepily.

“Go away!” He yelled. Inside the inn Kaarthen was crying and fell to her knees sobbing as she dressed.

Rinis backed up a few feet but still watched. Marcos turned and thrust into the girl who was now more accepting. For twenty minutes, he felt like he never had any complications. He rammed her hard and she climaxed twice. She started to sag under him trying to keep him satisfied despite her exhaustion. She was getting the fuck of her life from his ten-inch cock. He pulled out of her as he climaxed and shot his load on the stall.

When he walked out, he flipped the girl a gold sovereign that could likely buy a house in town.

“Thank you milord. You blessed me with your presence to know I was more pleasing then your ladies.”

Marcos cringed at the tart’s words. He walked and thought about why he was so upset. The sight of fangs on Kaarthen had caused him to become unhinged. He should be happy she is fine now. This meant he wouldn’t have to fuck his appointed Companion from behind for eternity. Nevertheless, he could not look at her face without remembering that horrific sight. He blamed her for bringing the damn girls too. His hands were tied in dealing with those girls, and that was not a comfortable feeling. Without those girls, everything would have been happy and simple.

He felt a presence near him, turned, and looked at Rinis who wore a blank, questioning, accusing look. He squared up to her his anger flaring again.

“I should kill you.” He muttered quietly. His black eyes told her exactly his thought. His vision narrowed and tunneled onto her face.

“Hey Marcos, let’s go!” Called Kaarthen already mounted. She wanted to break the spell quickly.

It would be impossible to kill one of them and claim an accident. She and the Goddess would want to forgive him for anything that happened. She started to realize the Goddess’ problem that it would never wish to punish him.

She told Rinis to forget her odd fascination with Marcos. It was about to get them into trouble again.

Their day went by quietly and Marcos pushed the horses mercilessly. Kaarthen’s horse threw a shoe late in the day and they had to stop. It was nearly dark. They simply came off the road to the side of the road. Marcos found a replacement shoe in the kit and started a fire. He removed his glove and robe then tossed the horseshoe into the heat. He stood there watching it, trying to ignore Ein and Rinis who watched him as they sat together on the other side.

He was thinking to himself as he did all day. Kaarthen removed her robe and the women followed suit. She walked up behind him as they watched, and hugged him around his back.

“Hey Marcos, shhh it’s me.” Kaarthen said feeling him bristle under her. She pressed her chest into him.

Instantly he moved from her embrace to outside facing her. He clutched her face in one hand holding her back. Without their robes, she was topless and her loincloth was loose, and he was in his tight Safi leathers. Her body sang to him and her arms snaked over his. He quickly pushed her away.

Mara came at him next completely naked with arms outstretched. Marcos grabbed a wrist and barely stopped himself from breaking it before he spun her to the ground. He kept his armored left arm low and pulled back to avoid striking them. Kaarthen came back and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Her hands snuck around releasing his cock. She almost had him in her mouth before he freaked and knocked her away. Mara came back as he stumbled around but was tripped when the two collided.

Instantly, Kaarthen pounced and they fell back onto Mara as she was rising. Kaarthen wrestled him while he struggled with both bodies. She climbed atop him completely until they were face to face. She smiled widely at him to show her normal flat teeth. Marcos flinched for a second then seemed to relax. Mara underneath him started to stir. Without moving his gaze from Kaarthen, he raised an arm over her, and dropped his elbow on the back of her head knocking her out.

He rolled Kaarthen over with him until he was on top. He straddled her waist and held her down. His hands idly stroked over her body remembering it. He stroked her breasts making her moan lightly and arch herself. His hands slid around the sides of her breasts up to her neck. She breathed deeply under his touch, and lifted her chin to him as she panted. He kept his eyes on her and finally brought his hands up to her face. He stroked over her cheeks with the back of his armored hand. He leaned forward further placing the gauntlet on the ground and rubbed his right hand over her face.

Kaarthen opened her mouth for him. He stuck his fingers in looking for her offending fangs. His fingers pried her lips apart to see into her mouth. As he leaned further and further over her, she moved her hand and softly stroked his cock. She moved deliberately but very slowly. She brought her arm under and across her breasts to squeeze his cock between them. His ten-inch cock was completely hard and was leaking pre cum onto her cleav