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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Mirror of Dreams - Epilogue

Hi all! So back when I posted the last chapter of Mirror of Dreams, I stated on my facebook that it was the end; that I had an epilogue written, but that I felt it was missing something. I knew what I felt was missing, but waited a while to write it in case I changed my mind. Today, I realized that I felt the same, and so wrote the part I felt was missing. Thus, everything after Andrew and Kaitlynn's declaration of love is newly written today, and is what was in the back of my mind. I hope this makes the story have a sense of closure :-)


Epilogue

After I had finished moving in with Andrew, I tried again to explain to him that I was part of a whole other world. He still didn't quite believe me, assuming that I was seriously loyal to my LARPing. I chuckled and kissed him.
He didn't have much time to help me unpack and set up our house before he had to start filming his TV show. This meant that he often worked late, and sometimes he even had to spend the night in his trailer. But he always came home whenever he could.
This actually worked in my favor because – as I had once asked Bruce for the power – I actually did skip through as much time in my original world as possible. I had a clock and my cellphone placed in front of my mirror there so that I could check on it from the mirror in my Royal Bedroom. If I got a call from Andrew or if it was getting close to the time that he planned to come home, I'd return. If I couldn't return right away, I'd disconnect the mirrors, which would in essence stop time at that point for me to return to later.
At the moment, I was currently sitting on the cushy bench in front of my mirror in my Royal Bedroom. I faced away from it as the maids worked on my hair. I'd just come from a bath, so I was naked except for a towel wrapped around my hips to catch the water as it dripped from my hair so that it wouldn't ruin the cushion I sat on.
My maids knew they had plenty of time to fuss over my hair because I had more or less nothing to do at all that day until a party in my honor began later on. They planned to try out as many styles on me as possible until I fell in love with one of them. Of course, they peppered their pampering with frequent kisses.
I hummed softly, thoroughly enjoying their touch and the fact that I was now almost four months along in my pregnancy. This meant I was over the queasiness and starting to get hungry. Not at this exact moment, but in general.
Soon, I would start showing, and then I would either have to fully convince Andrew of the truth, or I would have to remain here until after I'd given birth. Not to mentioned stopped bleeding! A large part of me hoped that Andrew would want to share in my experience even a little, happy that it wasn't going to affect his life. We would wait to have our kids as long as he wanted.
After one particularly deep kiss, my maid looked up and shrieked in terror. I looked around to see what she was so afraid of. In my mirror, Andrew stood watching us with a confused expression. A glance at the clock showed me that he was home early.
Happy, I gestured for my maids to stand aside. Getting to my feet, I walked over and kissed my mirror. After that, I turned to face Andrew with a joyous grin.
I'm so happy to see you! What are you doing home so soon?” I asked after I'd kissed him.
He pointed to the mirror, trying but failing to say something. I looked over my shoulder and noticed that my maids were talking to each other as they watched us, only it looked like they were a TV show being played at five times the normal speed. I waved my hand at the mirror and broke the connection so that neither mirror showed the other world.
Wh-wh-wh-what the?!” Andrew finally managed to stutter.
Oh, that's just my other world,” I informed him cheerfully. “You know, the one where I'm the Queen and I fight with swords and have magic.”
B-b-but that's role-playing!” He protested, looking as if all the blood had drained from his face.
Baby...” I purred, holding his face so that he had to stop staring at my mirror and look at me. “I hate to be in a rush, but I don't really have a lot of time to explain all this now. I have to be back in about five hours, which means I can only stay here for an hour at the most.”
He tilted his head in confusion but didn't say anything. I kissed him again, and then hugged him for a few long moments. When he felt a bit calmer, I tried again.
Andrew, my love, why are you home early? Do you want to go out for dinner?” I asked, trying to be positive because he had once told me that coming home early likely meant that he was fired or the show had been canceled.
Uh... Uh... Oh! Right! I have great news!” He informed me when he finally managed to drag his thoughts away from my mirror world. He kissed me and then grinned at me. “We're going to be filming an episode on location in Hawaii! I came home to pack. It won't be an actual honeymoon, but it can be like a mini pre honeymoon before we get the time to have one for real!”
That's awesome!” I cheered as I threw my arms around him. “I can't wait!”
We're asked to only bring the basic necessities,” Andrew informed me insistently, as if afraid that I might insist on bringing everything we owned.
Travel light, got it!” I exclaimed with a grin. To prove that I took him seriously, I pulled out a small, carry on sized bag, and stuffed it with my favorite red bikini, a pair of yoga pants with matching cami, and a sarong. I'd add things like my phone just before we left. “Done!”
He looked my bag over from where he was busy packing his own bag, and then smirked at me. “I think you might need at least one dress!”
I giggled. “No problem! I'll be right back.”
Walking over to my mirror, I kissed it and then reassured my maids that everything was all right. They spent a few more hours finishing my hair – using a combination of braids and curls that looked oh so good on me. Then they dressed me up in a new creation by Lady Leeza. This one had been covered generously in tiny jewels – probably crystals – that flashed almost blindingly.
The party was wonderful! People were finally learning how to dance and enjoy themselves. The musicians made far less mistakes than before. I had a great time! Near the end, Nathan took me into his arms to whirl me around the dance floor.
When is Ian coming back?” He wondered, and then blushed lightly. “I was thinking that maybe we could, uh...”
I bit my lip and grinned at his suggestion. “Oh Gods! Now I want to hunt him down and drag him back here!”
Nathan rolled his eyes at me and snorted dryly.
Unfortunately, he asked for me to let him have some time to himself, and I gave my word, so he won't be back until he calls me and asks to come back,” I explained.
That's too bad,” Nathan murmured, and then leaned to whisper in my ear. “But maybe we should go to bed anyway.”
I groaned in a combination of temptation and frustration. “I'm sorry, I promised my other husband that I'd hurry back and spend some time with him.”
Seeing a look of protest on Nathan's face, I cut him off. “But I promise that I plan to be here for a long time when I get back. Probably the rest of my pregnancy... Therefore, you'll get me all to yourself for months!”
He grinned at me. “I look forward to it.”
Excusing myself from the party – it was winding down anyway – I returned to my room hand in hand with Nathan. Once there, I rummaged through my closet until I found a knee-length blue dress that I loved, and a calf-length green dress that might possibly be the most modest one that Lady Leeza had ever made me, provided that the light didn't hit it just right.
Kissing Nathan, I was powerfully tempted to stay with him for the rest of the night at the very least, but I resisted. “I'll miss you!” I promised. “See you in a few days. Not sure how long it'll be...”
I'll see you when you return...” he murmured, obviously not eager to see me go, but trying to smile for me anyway.
After kissing my mirror, I turned around and held up my dresses for Andrew. “So... which one do you like better?”
Whoa!” Andrew exclaimed. “How did you do that?! You, like... vanished! And then a second later, you're back in an exquisite evening gown with your hair looking fantastic! And I say that as a straight man,” he muttered the last bit.
Magic...” I stated with a patient smile. “More importantly, which dress do you like better, the green one or the blue one?”
Uh... both?” He stated, looking them over. “The blue one looks a bit daring... But hey, if you can't walk around practically naked on a beach in Hawaii, then where can you?!” He then looked over the sparkly dress I wore again. “More importantly, what are you wearing?! I love it! That looks perfect for attending a premier!”
I thought so too!” I replied with a grin.
Our flight leaves in the morning,” Andrew informed me huskily. “How would you like to spend the rest of the evening in bed with me?”
That sounds heavenly!” I agreed with a blissful sigh. But before I let him pull me into bed with him, I stopped him. “I have something important to ask you...”
He intuitively understood that it was about my other world. He looked over at my mirror again. He bit his lip slightly as he thought.
You're a Queen over there, right? That means that you have responsibilities and stuff...” he murmured. “Although I still can't believe that it's real!”
I nodded in response to his first two statements, and then smirked softly. Then I half frowned as I looked down. How he reacted to this could change our entire lives!
One of the things that happened over there is that I... Well... I'm carrying an Heir. You know? Like a future King or Queen. Possibly.” That actually depended on Bruce and who he felt was the right person to succeed me. “I can stay over there the entire time and you'll never even know I'm gone. But I was kind of hoping that you'd want to see me from time to time as I get bigger, like a kind of practice run for when we decide to have babies of our own.”
He stared at me silently for a long time, but I could tell that he was confused more than anything. “But wait... wouldn't your mom see your pregnant belly when you Skype? Wouldn't she think that this was my baby?”
I smiled softly at him. “You don't understand. I could be gone from here for months or even years, and come back to the moment I left.” I pointed at the mirror. “Just then? I was gone for several hours – got pampered by my maids, attended a party, almost spent the night – but I came back a second after I left. I could spend my entire pregnancy there and no one here would ever even know I had been gone...”
Hmm...” Andrew murmured, his face puckered in thought. This seemed almost too much for him to wrap his head around.
But you can also return whenever you want, and you want to know if I would be comfortable seeing you grow large with another man's child. A baby that I probably won't ever meet...”
I was impressed that he had taken this so well. He'd grasped the situation perfectly! I gave him a tiny hopeful smile.
He sighed and pulled me into a hug. “There's this whole other world that you've tried to share with me, and I didn't truly believe you. It's almost exactly like my TV show! I go to work and pretend to be a person in a slightly different reality from ours...”
By this, he was referring to TV Land, not an actual alternate universe like in Farscape or Sliders.
I could come home and say something like: Today I got married to Shelly and she's secretly not pregnant even though she told me that she was so I'd marry her. You'd know that I was talking TV, but it's like a whole other life, right? If you came home and told me: Today I knighted someone and nearly fell over because the baby kicked so hard that it practically knocked me off my feet! I'd know you were talking about your other world, but anyone else could assume that you were working on a TV show too. It's kind of the same thing, right?” Andrew looked at me like he thought he might have just mumbled an utter mess.
I grinned at him, impressed even more. “It is kind of the same thing!”
He kissed me. “So just do whatever you were already doing. I'll share in your life as much as I can.” He frowned as a thought occurred to him. “If you're spending months or years over there at a time, wouldn't you eventually start to look older than me?”
You'd be surprised!” I replied with a giggle. Now that the important stuff was taken care of, I pulled him into bed with me. “Just think, tomorrow, we get to go on a mini honeymoon!”
He chuckled and kissed me. “At times like this, I feel like the best thing I've ever done was marry you! You certainly know how to keep life interesting!”
Aww,” I purred before kissing him again. At this very moment, I couldn't agree with him more. “I love you...”
I love you too...”

*****

Bruce... I need to talk...” I informed him a bit nervously.
I know,” he stated calmly. “I've watched you struggle to make a decision for months.”
I nodded and paced the temple in silence for a few moments. The dedicated High Priestess watched me, which caught my attention. This was not the same old woman I was used to. This was a different elderly woman – one who seemed a bit kinder by nature. I guess the other one had retired at some point over the years.
Bruce...” I murmured. “I've been Queen now for over a 150 years. I've served my required century, and to be honest, I would be content to serve until I die!”
Yes, you've been a good Queen; bringing about and maintaining peace,” Bruce assured me. “I would love to see you continue on.”
I nodded in understanding and then sighed impatiently. “However, I really feel like I must step down.”
Bruce seemed a little taken aback by my statement. “Why?”
I smiled softly. “I have obligations to my other world too, remember? When Chianna was born, I spent the majority of my time here. I wanted to spend every second with her and Nathan, and as a result, only 5 years have passed in my other world.”
I paused to smile a happy memory from this morning. “Andrew is finally ready to start a family!” After I announced this, I purposely looked up and into Bruce's eyes. I wanted him to see just how excited I was by this prospect. “I will finally be able to have the baby I have dreamed of my whole life! My mother and I will be able to dote on him or her and – and... Well, I'll have to spend the majority of my time there. Especially during my pregnancy.”
I see,” Bruce murmured, but I don't think he fully grasped what I was getting at.
So I've decided that I should step down as Queen,” I announced as if tearing a band-aid off. “After all, even if I only devoted just 5 or 6 years to my new child – just until school started – that would still be 25 to 30 years here. I really don't think it would be fair to Rolandia if the Queen only popped in for a day or so every couple of months.”
I sighed morosely. “It wouldn't be fair to anyone...”
Bruce looked sad and disappointed. “I understand.”
But I have an idea, if you'll agree to it,” I added hopefully.
Bruce nodded to indicate that he was willing to listen. After I was done explaining, he had a wry smirk twisting his lips. A soft chuckle escaped him.
I love it!”

*****

I strode into the dining hall as regally as ever. I had just come from my visit to Bruce, and so I was dressed up as fabulously as I ever had been. With a joyous grin, I looked around my court. It was nearing dinner time, so everyone was here.
You're looking happier than you have in quite some time,” Nathan remarked. His expression was guarded. Even though I hadn't talked to him at all about the possibility of stepping down – or even written about it in my journal – I think he knew it had been on my mind.
It's about time you got back!” Chianna huffed almost petulantly. “I'm starving!”
She was a mystery to me. At about 150 years old, I would expect her to be a mature adult, but she still seemed like spoiled teenager. One who had been raised as a Princess at that.
Which wasn't to say that she was a horrible person, just that she was strong willed and a bit selfish. In many ways, she reminded me of Nathan when I'd first met him. I smiled at her, and then cast a lovey dovey glance at my wonderful husband.
What's that you are carrying?” Nathan asked me, gesturing to indicate the scroll tucked in the tight hem over my left breast.
I pulled it free and held it up. “It's a message from God. Who wants to be the official messenger?”
Everyone except Chianna looked at each other seriously. A message from God was no light matter! Chianna – who had been exposed to my atheist views on more than one occasion – looked impatient and bored.
Lord Antony finally stood up and stepped forward. “It would be my honor,” he said with a formal bow.
I handed him the message with a kiss on his cheek. “Cheer up,” I whispered in his ear. “It's good news.”
He smiled at me as he kissed the hand he'd taken the message from. “Yes, my Queen.”
I settled myself in my usual chair as he reverently broke the divine seal on the scroll and rolled it open. He cleared his throat delicately and took a deep breath. He even cast a nervous glance at me before beginning.
Our most beloved God – in his divine wisdom – has heard her Majesty's concerns and made an edict; witnessed by all of the Priestesses and his Holiness...”
Lord Antony gasped in surprise and clutched his heart as his eyes bulged and flew to me. “Your Majesty!”
Keep reading,” I insisted with cheerful firmness.
He took a deeply fortifying breath. His voice shook slightly as he continued.
In God's own words: I hereby accept the resignation of Queen Kaitlynn as the ruler of Rolandia and appoint Lord Nathan as King.”
There was a shocked silence punctuated by several soft gasps. No one could speak for a moment, not even Nathan – who looked a bit pale. In my mind, I heard the voice of our dearly departed Lady Sophia squeal: Oh Natey! I always knew you had the making of a King inside you!
Slowly, as people recovered, they looked to Nathan for his reaction. Even Chianna was silent in astonishment. She probably couldn't understand why I would resign since I'd told her that I wanted to be the Queen until I died. Even so, she understood that this was a huge moment for all of Rolandia.
Nathan finally found his voice, a hint of color returning to his face. “Wait... Me?!” He shook his head in confusion. “Why me?”
I smiled at him. “Because you have been by my side – more or less – for my entire reign. You know what it takes to rule a Kingdom in a time of peace because you've watched me do it. I happen to agree with God on this.”
Actually, he happened to agree with me, since this was my plan, but I wasn't going to tell Nathan that because then he'd think he had the option to refuse. I am certain that he would want to decline and pass the honor on to our daughter, but I felt that she wasn't quite mature enough to be Queen yet. Ironically, I didn't have to mention that to Bruce. He had already come to that conclusion on his own, and was concerned about having to choose between the members of the Royal Houses.
Nathan narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously. Other than Ian, he knew me better than anyone. “Wait. Why are you resigning?”
I sighed a bit sadly. “I'd prefer to tell you that in the privacy of our bedroom.”
Nathan had a look of enlightenment cross his face. “Ah. That. You may as well say it in front of everyone since you'd only have to explain it to them later. Or worse, I'd have to!”
If you're sure,” I murmured. He nodded. “Fine. I've decided that it's not right for me to remain Queen now that I'm going back home for a few years. Andrew's TV show has ended and he's contracted to do a few movies. Even so, the time is right for us to finally have a family of our own, and so I am going to devote my time to him, just as I have devoted most of the last 150 years to you.”
Nathan nodded in acceptance. He and I both knew that he was the greatest love of my life, but that didn't mean that Andrew meant nothing to me. He honestly did. He was the second greatest love of my life.
Well technically Chianna was the greatest love of my life, but that wasn't really relevant in this situation. She was a fully grown adult now, even if she didn't quite act like it yet. For possibly the first time ever, she was holding back her opinion. One look at her told me that she was more confused than anything at the moment.
Fine,” Nathan replied after everyone had a moment to come to terms with this news. I think somewhere deep down, he had always expected this to happen eventually. “I accept and promise to rule this Kingdom in a way that will make you proud.”
I squealed happily and threw my arms around him so I could hold him tight and give him a passionate kiss. “I'm already so proud of you!”

A few days later, as many people from around the Kingdom as could fit in the palace were here for Nathan's coronation. He wore a regal outfit that looked a lot like what my father wore on his coronation day. I watched from afar as the maids prepared him.
When it came time for his portrait to be painted, he looked breathtaking! In my eyes, he was far more regal than I had ever been. He seemed to shine from an inner light.
I watched about an hour later as a loving and graceful Priestess placed the crown on his head and pronounced him King. The moment was strangely emotional for me. Far more emotional than my own coronation had been, but that was probably because I really thought I was dreaming at the time.
Unable to stop myself, I leapt up from where I was sitting in the first row next to Chianna and threw my arms around him the moment he turned to face the crowded throne room. I was practically sobbing tears of joy! Our lips sealed together for several long moments as the crowd roared and clapped in congratulations.
There was a feast and dancing, which was possibly the best part of the day. I naturally wore a gorgeously sheer dress. Nathan loved to stroke my body as we danced.
Eventually, we decided it was time to retire to our bedroom and continue the celebration in private. When we were done, Nathan fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. I slept on and off, but then simply watched him until the sun rose and his eyes opened.
You're leaving, aren't you?” He asked before I could even say a word.
Yes,” I confirmed, taking his hand in mine and squeezing it. “But I'll check up on you often through my mirror. If you ever need me for anything, simply leave a note in front of the mirror asking me to come and I will.”
I love you,” he stated as he kissed my hand.
I love you so much!” I assured him, leaning over to kiss his lips.
Please go before the maids arrive. I don't want anyone watching me when you leave,” Nathan murmured. Even though me leaving was an ordinary occurrence by now, I am almost certain that he was going to cry this time once I was gone.
It's not like you'll never see me again. I will be back from time to time,” I reminded him.
But it won't be the same,” he said, sounding sad.
I know,” I whispered, unable to think of anything else to say. Kissing him one last time – a beautiful kiss to remember – I stood up and went to my mirror.
He waved to me almost dismissively.
Goodbye,” I murmured, waving to him in return.
Bye,” he whispered, his voice sounding choked up.
Kissing my mirror, I turned to find Andrew waiting for me. He grinned at me for a moment before it faded in concern. “Something wrong?”
Without warning, I cried on his shoulder for a long time. When I was done, I felt much lighter. He simply held me and rubbed my back.
I told Nathan that I was going to stay here with you for a long time so that we could finally start our own family. It was hard, but I know it was the right thing to do,” I explained, and then smiled at him as I held up something from the pocket of my robe. “But I brought a tea almost guaranteed to help us with that!”
Andrew remembered me telling him about that and grinned at me. “So... you want to drink some of that now, and then go to bed?”
I laughed softly. “I'd be delighted!”
Hand in hand and giggling like little kids, we raced to our bedroom. Very soon, our family would get a little bigger, but if I had learned anything after all these years, it was that these precious moments were always worth the wait!

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

A Very Short Erotic Story - My Small Little Business



Hey honey, I'm headed to work, see you later!” I called out as I grabbed my purse and made sure my keys were in it.
Have a good night,” my husband wished me as he came into the room, and then kissed me goodbye.
I will,” I promised with a grin.
The drive to work was relaxing. I listened to my favorite mix of soothing and instrumental music to get me in the right frame of mind. Soon enough, I was pulling up to the little cabin where I conducted my thoroughly enjoyable business.
I had just enough time to put a clean sheet on my massage table before a musical chime let me know that my client had arrived. With a warm smile, I opened the door and let him in. He looked nervous, but I had expected that.
Hi, I'm Ro. You must be Pete's friend Mark,” I greeted him in my usual cheery and friendly tone of voice. Pete was a regular client, and I was certain that any friend of his was sure to be a good guy.
Hi Ro...” Mark murmured, still very nervous.
An unmistakable whiff of sweat confirmed that he had likely just come from work. With a smile, I gave him the super quick tour of my little cabin. He watched me with an interested expression.
Here is the massage table, but I also have a nice shower over here. I always recommend setting aside at least two hours for your appointment because I also provide you with a shower before the massage. Unless you'd prefer a bath...” I pointed to a large tub that I utterly adored. Some men actually liked to scrub up in the shower and then relax in the tub for a few minutes before I began their massage.
All my products are organic, hypoallergenic, and scent free,” I assured him.
I thought I was here for a naked massage,” he stated in confusion. That was my specialty, of a sort.
You are,” I reassured him with a smile. “I simply like to start with a clean body. I'll help you wash up, if you like. Or are you nervous because you think I won't be naked like promised? Here...”
To set him at ease, I quickly stripped out of the flowing and easy to remove dress I had tossed on solely for the ride over here. I wore nothing underneath, and so was naked within seconds. I felt a tiny moment of pride that he seemed to like what he saw. To be fair, my breasts are pretty impressive.
I'll take a shower this time since I am pretty sure I'd fall asleep if I took a bath,” Mark decided.
Do you want me to help you undress, or do you prefer it if I stand over here and mind my own business while you shower?” I wondered, because some men were shy about showering.
I'd like you to undress me, and also to scrub me up, as you suggested,” Mark informed me, still a bit hesitant, as if he couldn't quite believe that this was really happening.
I playfully helped him remove his clothes, setting them in a basket so that nothing would get lost. Once he was naked, he grinned at me as he quite thoroughly groped my buttocks. I chuckled softly.
Hey now, I'm the one who is supposed to massage you,” I reminded him. Gently forcing him into the shower, I gestured for him to wait a moment as I turned the water on. “Do you prefer warm, hot, or scalding?”
Hmm...” he hummed in thought. I picked a hot temperature that most men liked. He tested it with a hand and nodded. “That's about perfect.”
The way my cabin was designed, the shower was completely open to the rest of the cabin, but it had a set of glass walls that prevented the water from spraying everywhere. Thus, there was plenty of room for the both of us. Actually, I think I could probably have three or four men in here with me and we'd all be comfortable.
The large tub was in this area separated from the rest of the cabin by the glass walls. It was pretty spiffy in that I could fill it hours in advance and it would remain at the perfect temperature. It could also blow streams of warm water like a Jacuzzi, and was more or less the tub I had dreamed of owning my entire life. I'll admit that I occasionally came here when I had no clients scheduled just so I could relax in the tub and read a book.
As I grinned over the thought of bathing in my tub, I also used a wonderful hand-made soap to wash my client. It was made by a friend using organic ingredients, and was my absolute favorite soap. It had no scent, which would be a good thing if his wife or girlfriend didn't know that he was here getting a naked massage; there'd be no suspicious scents to make her wonder.
He moaned in appreciation as I scrubbed his genitals. His hands roamed my body, making me grateful that my long hair was up in a bun and not getting wet. He placed a hand at the back of my neck and pulled me close for a kiss. His tongue licked my lips, prompting me to turn my head to the side.
I don't allow tongue. You can kiss me if you want, but don't try to slip your tongue in my mouth,” I informed him firmly.
Why not?” He wondered curiously.
I never liked that,” I replied with a shrug.
By this point, he was completely soaped up, and I grabbed the detachable shower head to rinse him off. He continued to grope me as I used my free hand to make sure that all the soap rinsed away.
After that, I turned the water off and grabbed a large and soft towel to help him dry off. Next, I gave him a robe to slip into as I used a second towel to dry myself. He gave me a confused look, probably wondering why I covered him up.
Now, before we go any farther, I need to take care of the payment. You brought cash?” I asked. This was important to me because cash couldn't bounce and credit cards were just a big old pain in the ass for my small little business.
Yes,” he confirmed with a single nod.
Good,” I stated with a smile, and then reminded him what I charged for each service. He confirmed what he wanted, and then handed over the cash from the wallet in his pants in the basket. I took my payment with a gracious smile, and then unlocked a drawer from the custom-made, solid oak cabinet that lined one of my walls. It was where I kept all my supplies. Once the money was safely in the drawer, I relocked it.
With a hand gesture, I invited Mark to lie on the massage table. “Would you prefer to be covered by a sheet, or to be naked during the massage?” I asked because sometimes, a person got cold during a massage, or simply needed the ingrained security of a cover.
The cabin was actually pretty warm, especially after the shower, so Mark shook his head. “I'm fine.” He tossed the robe on a chair, and then lay on the table.
With a happy purr, I pushed play on a soothing mix of instrumental salsa music. It was upbeat enough to hopefully keep him awake, but not annoying. Plus, it made me feel sexy. Next, I poured oil from a bottle into my hand to warm it.
Mark moaned softly in pleasure when I oiled up his back. The simple truth is this, I actually am trained in therapeutic massage, and I am very good at it. However, I am also a nudist and prefer to offer this extra to my clients to justify charging a bit more.
Getting lost in my work, I thoroughly massaged his back, buttocks, and legs before helping him turn over. Then, I worked on his arms, chest, and legs. At the very end – almost exactly an hour after I started – I gave him the happy ending he requested. I knew from experience that the massage oil made the experience very pleasant for him.
When I sensed that he was close to finishing, I stopped to give him a moment. He groaned in disappointment, but I was doing this at his request. Without a word, I grabbed a large wedge covered by a sheet, and then smiled at him.
Please scoot to the end of the table,” I said as I helped him do so. Then I gently placed the wedge behind his back and helped him get comfortable. There was a set of handy shelves attached to my table specifically for clients to place their feet so they wouldn't dangle.
Lastly, I grabbed a special chair that would allow me to be comfortable, and then perched on it between his legs. He watched eagerly as I warmed some oil in my hands, and then massaged it into my large and pendulous breasts. When I was ready, I placed his short and thick manhood in the valley between my breasts.
Would you like to squeeze my breasts together, or would you like me to do it?” I asked. I actually preferred it when the client held them together, because it gave me better leverage to move up and down his shaft.
“”Yes please,” he answered softly, and then cleared his throat. “I mean I'd like to hold them.”
With a smile and a nod, I helped him put his hands in place. “Hold them tight, but not too tight please,” I insisted softly.
Starting slowly, I moved my breasts up and down his shaft. He moaned in sheer bliss, and had a feeling like he was half melting into the wedge. This was exactly why I had it!
His hands eventually helped me set a pace that he loved. I must admit that giving a titty massage was actually fun for me too! Many minutes later, he was oozing drops of cum. With a smile, I held up my hand in a gesture asking him to wait.
You also paid for sex. If we don't stop now, you'll miss out,” I warned him.
He nodded in understanding even as he groaned in disappointment. I could sense that he really wanted to cum right now, but also wanted to get his money's worth. I gave him a bottle of water to drink from even as I drank some from a bottle of my own.
When his breathing was slightly calmer, I led him to the bed. Since my cabin was basically a one room structure, the bed was only a full, but that was more than plenty for our needs. I'd made it with a nice, soft, red cotton sheet.
Next to the bed was a basket of condoms in various sizes. They were the only ones that I could use without having an adverse reaction, so I had a ton more than I'd need. That way, I couldn't possibly run out!
Mark grinned at me as I sat on the bed. I grabbed an appropriately sized condom, opened the package, and helped him put it on. Then I gave him a sensual grin.
Keep in mind that I only do vaginal sex... But the position is completely up to you. What would you like?” I wondered.
Mark shrugged indifferently. “Doggy, I guess...”
With a grin of anticipation, I got onto my hands and knees. Mark stood behind me for a moment, probably taking a deep breath before entering me. For all I knew, it could have been a long time since he last had sex. I'm sure he wanted to make sure that he had some stamina.
As I waited for him, I located my clitoris with a finger and rubbed. If I was lucky, I'd manage to incite an orgasm before he finished. Slowly, Mark pressed into my wet opening.
I moaned happily even as he moaned in pleasure. To my delight, he pounded into me for a long time. I managed to rub my way to two orgasms before my knees protested. Then I insisted that I be allowed to lay on my back. Strangely, not long after we changed position, he rammed into me as deeply as possible and roared softly.
I chuckled very softly, loving the light feeling of him pumping the condom full. I had a moment of sadness that he wasn't pumping me full directly, but my need to be safe overrode my dislike of condoms. Purring happily, I held him to me and ruffled his hair.
Oh wow, I'm so ready to go to sleep now,” he murmured in my ear.
I'd let you spend the night here, but...” I was going to say that I couldn't stay with him, only he interrupted me.
No, I can't. My wife would kill me if I stayed out all night,” he admitted.
Aww,” I purred in sympathy.
Don't get me wrong,” Mark added hastily. “She knows what I'm doing here, but she thinks that if I spent the night, this would cross from casual sex to something more intimate.”
Ah,” I exclaimed softly in understanding.
Mark blushed and I think he thought I thought he was lying. “No really. After the baby was born, we each decided to pick a weekly treat. Her's is a spa day, and mine is an erotic massage.”
I chuckled and kissed him softly. “Shh... it's okay. I understand. My husband and I are also in an open marriage.”
Ah!” He sighed in relief. “So, uh... same time next week?”
I grinned. “I look forward to it!”

Monday, August 10, 2015

The Sex Worker Debate

I just watched a documentary on sex workers - or more specifically the debate on them. Both sides of the debate agree that sex workers have no protection against exploitation, violence, and even murder. Making prostitution illegal means that the women (and occasionally men) get the full force of the blame. They "obviously deserved" to be beaten up because they dared to sell their bodies for money, or worse, they deserved to work for a pimp who felt that they were absolutely nothing but property that works to death to make him (her) money.
Sigh...

The other side of the debate is a bit more sensible to me. Legalize it. However they also go wrong because the countries who have more famously legalized it did so by shifting the crime and the blame to the men who buy sex from the prostitutes. They claim that this supports the women by giving them access to healthcare and support. They no longer go to jail, bear the brunt of the shame and stigma, and can work to change their lives. It has actually decreased prostitution because now that the men go to jail if caught instead, they have stopped using prostitutes as much.

I'm willing to bet that the crime rate for rape has gone up. That law - and those who defend it - have basically said that normal men - the ones who actually obey the law because they are otherwise decent men, now have no legal outlet for their needs, and make no mistake, they are NEEDS.

All humans have a biological need to have sex. Both men and women. The root of the problem is that women - usually mothers with younger children, and some older women in general - have a diminished sex drive. Some women just never really wanted sex, and some dry up at some point for various reasons. This does not mean that they don't love their husbands/significant others. It simply means that THEY do not want sex. Or more specifically, they probably want sex, they just can't get into the mood to actually have it.

Thus the man who has a strong urge to have sex but is paired with a women who has little to no sex drive might decide to cheat on his wife with another woman, OR he might go to a prostitute in which there is no emotional attachment. This paid sex worker might do things for him that his woman never liked - such as blowjobs or anal. He gets his needs met and can go back home to his wife happier and more attentive. I think she might even be relieved if he doesn't pressure her for sex.

In a perfect world, he will have asked her for her permission and she will have gladly given it, but sadly, this is not a perfect world. Women are raised believing that if their man wants sex with another, there is something wrong with her and she should be upset and offended. If a man legitimately wants to have a calm and serious discussion in which he asks his woman with no libido if he can have permission to have sex with someone else, chances are very likely that she will flat out say no.

This is what I love about polyamory and open relationships. Couples can talk openly about these things and not get upset. Often a satisfactory solution can be found. Maybe just maybe, a valid solution to the woman's dry spell might be finding a new lover of her own to reawaken her passion. I submit that she might like to take advantage of a male sex worker, shrugs.

Anyway, getting back to the sex worker debate, I feel that it should be legal. End of story. Make sex work legal, but give the workers and customers protection. For one, make each worker independent. Make it illegal for pimps to use and abuse them. They work for themselves period, and if they want to join together to for a co-op slash brothel, they can so long as they are part owners rather than simple workers. Allow these women to run their business in whatever manner makes them feels safe - such as hiring bodyguards, or maybe working from home with someone who can check up on her if things sound like they're going wrong.

Basically this goes back to consent. I wrote about this not too long ago. Consent is everything and if a woman feels that she wants to have sex for money (or a man) then she should be allowed to. She should not be criminalized or shamed. There are some things that only a person that really loves sex can do for others. I think that if a person loves to be spanked, but their significant other does not, then it just makes sense to be allowed to find someone that likes to spank for playing.

Prostitution has been illegal for a very long time, but it hasn't stopped because you can't stop men needing sex. Sometimes kinky and adventurous sex. I will admit that a lot of women who become prostitutes do so because they are abused or forced into it. Some feel that they have no other choice. These women should be helped and encouraged to change their lives for the better.

I'm not really talking about those women who are forced into prostitution, because I think that if the industry in general is legalized and all of the power of it given to the sex workers themselves, then the chances of being forced into it are likely to go down. I'm talking about the women (and men) who legitimately want to have lots of sex and wouldn't mind getting paid for it.

For example, if someone likes to receive pain during sex, but is in love with someone who is squeamish about giving pain, then it only makes sense that the masochist seek out the sexual pain from someone else. Why not let them earn a living while they're at it?

Just like domination. Everyone has heard about a Dominatrix at some point, and most people think that knowing a professional Domme would be awesome. She's performing a service to men who want to be submissive and dominated. I really don't see why her service should be illegal. She's consenting, he's consenting. This consent is symbolized by an exchange of money. Why is it anybody's business what they are doing?

Bah! Thinking about things like this makes my head hurt. Basically, I'm saying that prostitution - like all sex - should be based on consent. If it's consensual, then it shouldn't be illegal. Making it illegal not only takes away the ability to consent to a paid sexual experience, but it also places all the power of such a situation into the hands of people who just want to use others as a commodity - a cash crop, if you will. Taking away the consent of the worker doesn't stop her from being a worker, it just forces her to work for someone else, and then if she tries to complain or quit, it's her who bears all the brunt of the so called crime.

I mean think about it, she can't exactly go to the police and say: "I want to stop being a prostitute but my pimp won't let me!" Because then the police would just arrest her, charge her with a crime, and then throw her back on the streets when she's done her time or paid her fine. She end up right back in the hands of her pimp, and he'd just beat her for trying quit.

It's a sucky situation all around, but I truly believe that legalizing the situation would give the sex worker the power to protect herself, say no if she doesn't want to for any reason, and even quit when she's had enough. Not to mention, legalizing it would give the workers the ability to get medical care and STD testing. This would not only protect them but also the customers. They'd be paying taxes, which could boost a state's revenue.

Can anybody think of a good reason why this SHOULDN'T be legal???


Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Mirror of Dreams - Chapter 27

27

When did she learn to ride a horse?” Kyle muttered in Ian's ear.
Beats me!” Ian replied with a shrug.
I didn't hear them though, as I galloped closer. I did see them all waiting for me. Tension was almost palpable in the air.
I'd have loved to see the looks of the people as she rode by naked,” Sir Barrett remarked with a grin.
Me too!” Lord Antony agreed. “I'm sure it was a sight to behold!”
Especially with that strange glow,” Sir Barrett added.
Finally arriving, I stopped my horse and tossed the orb at Nathan. “Hold onto that for me!”
As I dismounted from my horse, Nathan caught the orb, yelped in pain, and tossed it from hand to hand until Lady Sophia had the good sense to wrap the orb in a silk scarf she wore and then hand it back to him.
It still stings,” he muttered even as he kept a hold on the orb.
What's that?” Ian asked as I marched past him on my way into the palace.
I'll explain later!” I promised. “For now, I'm going to get dressed!”
Get dressed?!” Half my court asked in surprise.
This was just the right bit of humor I needed. Giggling, I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at them. “I do wear clothes on occasion...”
Lady Leeza stepped forward. “I dread seeing you in that awful uniform again! May I?”
I shrugged. “What did you have in mind?”
She pulled a very large spool of golden thread out of her work bag, and then wiggled her fingers at it. It rapidly flew around, forming itself into lace motifs and then joining together on my body until I was wearing a full body catsuit. A lacy and transparent one that felt as soft as butter. Utterly impressed, I grinned at her.
Yeah, this'll do,” I stated, giving her a thorough kiss as a reward.
Turning to Lord Gregory, I lightly smacked him on the arm. “Did you honestly expect me to ride naked all the way to the border?”
He twisted his lips. “I would not put it past you,” he remarked dryly. He looked over my outfit with an expression that suggested he thought that this was not very covering anyway.
Chuckling, I looked around. “So... Are we ready then?”
Yes Majesty,” Lord Gregory confirmed.
Looking at Kyle, I felt solemn again. “I should send you home...”
Not a chance!” Kyle blurted out. “No way in hell am I letting my baby sister walk into danger without me! And unlike all these guys,” he gestured to my posse. “I don't have to do what you say!”
I kissed him on the cheek. Then I saw Nathan mounted on the horse we usually shared and held out a hand so that he could help me up. He kissed me before I settled myself in front of him.
You rode your horse well,” he murmured a compliment in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.
Thank you,” I murmured softly with a blush. “I didn't even think about it, I just did it.”
Everyone else was ready a moment later – even Kyle, who was riding with a soldier. Lord Gregory looked to me to give the order to move out, which I did. Lady Sophia practically wailed after us.
Please take care of yourselves!”
Don't worry, mother, we'll be fine!” Nathan assured her.
I waved at her cheerfully and murmured to my husband. “Aww, you're such a good son.”
To all of our astonishment, Lady Leeza also called out after us. “If you leave my child without a father, I'll never forgive you!”
Lord Gregory nearly fell off his horse he was so surprised. He looked at her over his shoulder for a long moment. “Understood!”
I reached over and lightly pushed on him. “Aww, she loves you after all.”
He merely harrumphed and pulled ahead of me so that I couldn't see the expression on his face. I'm willing to bet that he was smiling! I turned to grin at Ian, who chuckled softly from where he was mounted behind Sir Barrett.
Did I miss something?” Kyle whispered to Ian. Ian then asked Sir Barrett and the soldier assigned to Kyle to fall back so that he could explain the situation without offending Lord Gregory. When they were done, they returned to their positions.
Now over his need for privacy, Lord Gregory turned to me. “May I ask, Majesty, why you are glowing?”
I shrugged. “I don't know why. It just happened when I kissed Bru – er, God.”
You kissed God?!” Lord Gregory demanded incredulously.
How did that work?” Ian wondered curiously. “He's not exactly a solid person...”
I was surprised too,” I murmured, grinning at Ian. “I mean, I've waved my hand right through him, so I always thought he was some sort of projection.”
You waved your hand through God!” Lord Gregory, Sir Barrett, and Nathan blurted out in unison.
I did too,” Ian admitted with a sheepish grin.
But when I hugged him, he was just solid enough that I decided to kiss him,” I explained with a shrug. “And that's when we were struck by lightning and this happened. He says we were both re-energized by it.”
You look good in gold,” Nathan murmured in my ear, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
I simply smiled and snuggled into him, enjoying our closeness.

***

To my relief, we made it to the border just in time. The border itself was a dried up old riverbed that was edged on either side by a hill. It traveled for miles in either direction, and must have made sense as a border back when the river had existed. Now, it just seemed like a strange place to mark the line between two Kingdoms.
I see Prince Guy over there,” Ian announced, pointing to the Nibal side of the border. “Looks like he's made camp to rest for the night before carrying out the attack.”
How can you see him?” I wondered, squinting my eyes to try and see him too. “I can just barely make out a flag on what must be his tent.”
Yeah, he's there, standing right in front of the tent,” Ian stated confidently.
I see him too, Majesty,” one of the soldiers confirmed. “My magical talent is sight.”
Hmm...” I hummed with a smirk at Ian. “I was beginning to wonder when your magic would show up.”
I think my power is air, like yours,” Ian murmured in thought. “That would explain why we never notice me using it while we spin, though I must...”
That makes some sense,” I agreed softly. “But technically, my power is everything!” I gave Ian a grave look. “Did you bring my wheel like I asked?”
He nodded, letting me know that he had been paying attention when we came home from the last attack. I had mentioned that it might have been interesting to have the cyr wheel on hand for something to do on the way back when we traveled much slower and took frequent breaks. Now, I had an idea.
I think it's in one of the supply wagons,” Ian mused.
I've got it!” A soldier called out helpfully. He dug it out of a wagon and brought it over to me. “I've heard glorious stories about you using this, and I rather hoped I'd be able to see it for myself.”
I kissed him in thanks, making him blush. “I'm sure you will, but I have something different in mind,” I informed him, and then waved him away so that I'd have space.
Ian gave me an amused look. “What... are you planning to spin them away?”
No,” I assured him with a smile. “God told me that I should try putting my power in things...” Closing my eyes to concentrate, I willed my cyr wheel to fill with my power and form a solid disc that levitated. Satisfied, I stepped onto it. “Hey, what do you know? It works!”
With just my mind, I made the disc float higher and lower, and then jumped off it and nodded as if patting myself on the back. “This should theoretically remain floating even if I... don't...”
Good!” Nathan grunted, really not wanting to see me fall like I did before.
Nathan, my love,” I drawled with a grin. “Can you please return the orb I asked you to hold onto?”
He untied the sash from next to his sword, and then tossed the bundle to me. I caught it and leapt back up onto the platform created by my cyr wheel. Once I was floating high enough, I held my hand out in front of me like a microphone. I figured that if it worked once, it should work again.
PRINCE GUY... HAVE YOU ALREADY FORGOTTEN WHAT I DID TO YOU THE LAST TIME YOU DARED TO ATTACK MY KINGDOM?”
To my surprise, he had a person with the magic to amplify his voice too.
YOU BEWITCHED MY FATHER AND I HAD TO HAVE HIM EXECUTED! I WILL NOT REST UNTIL I HAVE YOUR HEAD TOO!”
Oh is that all?” I muttered softly to myself.
Prince Guy roared out a command to charge, but his army was far enough away from the border that I had time to uncover the orb and look it it. It had cleared to reveal what looked like a dragon made entirely out of multi-colored – but mostly green – smoke flying around inside it.
Oh great, please don't let this be a real dragon...” I murmured, not sure what I'd do if I let a dragon loose to rampage.
Holding the orb out in front of me in my right hand, I used my left hand to amplify my voice again. “BY MY WILL AS QUEEN OF ROLANDIA AND THAT OF OUR MOST BELOVED GOD, I HEREBY VOW THAT SO LONG AS YOU INTEND US HARM YOU SHALL NEVER BE ALLOWED INSIDE OUR BORDER AGAIN!”
The miniature dragon in the orb seemed to burst out in a blaze of fire and rapidly grow in size in front of me. It flew at the enemy, but before it could do more than scare them into slowing down, it stopped and blew fire directly on the border between our Kingdoms. Where it blew, a wall of what looked like shimmering green glass formed, sort of wavering for a few moments before solidifying and becoming a subtle yet definite barrier. I'd be willing to bet that if I touched it, I'd feel nothing except the hum of energy that maintained it. I knew without need to test it that no one – with the possible exception of me – would be able to pass through the barrier.
Prince Guy sent a handful of brave men to test it after the dragon shrank once more and returned to the orb. I slowly lowered myself back to the ground as I watched them. No matter how hard they attacked the barrier, they could not get through it.
Landing back on the ground, I grinned at first Nathan – tossing the covered orb to him again for safekeeping – then Ian, and finally Lord Gregory. “I told God that my wish was to be able to create a barrier around our entire Kingdom for as long as necessary to protect ourselves from attack. God promised that so long as there was land and any other elements left in Rolandia, this barrier would not falter or weaken.”
That was amazing!” Nathan cheered as he swept me off my feet and spun me in a circle.
I chuckled even as I spotted a couple of brave soldiers in my army hesitantly approach the barrier and test it for themselves. They also proved that it was impassable, and then traded insults with the soldiers on the other side. I felt a deep sense of relief and pride that I had basically made it impossible for the enemy to wage war on us ever again.
Lord Gregory was so impressed that he showed a full emotion for possibly the first time in his life. “That was brilliant!” He cried out as he also hugged me. He didn't get carried away like Nathan had, but I was pleased enough that I kissed him anyway. The entire army cheered.
I told you that we wouldn't be needed,” Ian said to Kyle with a grin. “She can handle everything all by herself.”
Kyle shrugged, smiling at Ian softly. “Yeah, well that may be true, but I notice that everyone still insisted on coming with her and bringing an army.”
While we were busy celebrating, Prince Guy was getting ever more furious by the minute. “YOU COWARD!” He roared via magical amplification. “COME OVER HERE AND SURRENDER YOURSELF TO MY JUDGMENT OR I'LL KILL SOMEONE EVERY MINUTE UNTIL YOU DO!”
To prove his point, he withdrew his sword and ran it through the nearest soldier that wasn't important to him. I could just barely imagine him consoling his men by saying that they would be avenged when I was in their hands. No matter his reasoning, this was unforgivable!
I didn't have time to think. All I knew was that this man was evil and he needed to be stopped. Blue flames erupted from my skin as I walked forward. Nathan tried to stop me, but he literally couldn't touch me without hurting himself. Ian tried next, shook his hand in pain, and then pulled Kyle back when he also tried to touch me and got burnt. I'd heal him later if necessary, but at the moment, I couldn't think of anything but punishing Prince Guy.
My mouth opened as I walked forward. Lyrics came out very softly at first, but then I sang them strongly as called for. Note, the original song is actually screamed, but I dislike that, so I sang it instead.
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the.. FLOOOOOOOR!”
My singing was guttural and not much better than screaming, but I didn't really care at the moment. As I sang, I shot streams of raw power out of my hands to see if I could get through the barrier. To the screaming terror of the enemy army, I could. I could also hear Ian cry out: Oh no! As he recognized the song and immediately worried about what I was going to do. My pace picked up speed as I went.
Beaten, why for? Can't take much more. Here we go, here we go, here we go now. One, nothing wrong with me; two, nothing wrong with me; three, nothing wrong with me; four, nothing wrong with me. One, something's got to give; two, something's got to give; three, something's got to give, noooooow!”
When I sang the prolonged word now, I suddenly zoomed the rest of the way to the barrier and right through it. As I chanted the lyric: let the bodies hit the floor, I zoomed around knocking soldiers onto their asses.
Push me again! This is the end! Here we go, here we go, here we go now!”
Somewhere inside, I was really having fun flying around and scaring people. A part of me wanted nothing more than to cackle like a maniac and squish them all with my power like ants. As I sang the song – especially each time I chanted the deadly lyric – and knocked more people down, it got a bit harder to stop myself from actually hurting them.
Two thirds of the way through the song, I got to the point, and landed next to Prince Guy. I immediately withdrew my sword and defended myself as I sang. “Skin to skin, blood and bone. You're all by yourself but you're not alone. You wanted in and now you're here; driven by hate, consumed by fear!”
Get her! Save me! Kill her!” Prince Guy screamed frantically as he tried to hide behind various guards and soldiers.
I imbued my sword – the one inherited from my father – with the power to fling people away like I was hitting a ball with a bat as I stalked him. I still sang out a promise to let the bodies hit the floor, and no one could stop me. If I had even a moment to stop and look at me through their eyes, I would have been terrified too!
Soldiers cast spells and fireballs at me and made the earth tremble beneath us, but none of it deterred me. As the song came to an end, I got tired of chasing the deranged Prince and throwing still living bodies everywhere. So I threw out a thick vine of power and snared him so that I could pull him to me. It was reminiscent of a rubber band snapping back after being stretched too far. He came flying at me, screaming in mortal terror, until a well-aimed strike of my sword separated his head from his shoulders.
Letting him fall to the ground, I was silent for a few seconds, and then I raised myself into the air again to look around at all the soldiers who were cowering at my feet. Now that I had the time to evaluate myself, I felt like cowering too! I really didn't think I had that in me...
KING FRANCIS, A BELOVED FRIEND OF MINE, WAS MURDERED BY HIS SON FOR NO REASON OTHER THAN HE DESIRED PEACE. HIS LAST WORDS WERE A REQUEST TO ME TO FULFILL A PROMISE I HAD MADE HIM. HE ASKED THAT I REMOVE PRINCE GUY FROM THE THRONE AND PLACE PRINCE GEORGE UPON IT. I HAVE FULFILLED MY PROMISE AND EXPECT THAT NIBAL WILL HONOR KING FRANCIS' PROMISE TO NEVER ATTACK US AGAIN!”
With that, I slowly flew back towards the barrier, also gliding a descent until I touched the ground only a few yards before the barrier. I am not sure what my posse saw on my face, but it must have been some mix of grief, misery, and horror. They were all pressed against the barrier as if trying to come after me, which meant that I didn't have any space to get back through it. I solved the problem by scrunching my body up slightly and leaping over all their heads.
But before I did, I looked back towards the enemy army. The fact that I had taken a life weighed heavily upon me even though I had taken great care not to harm anyone else. I tried my best to push the hard feelings into a corner at the back of my mind.
After I was on my side of the barrier, I let my power fade. I still had approximately a gallon or so in the tank, but I was still more or less on empty. Everyone stared at me in shock. My brother even had his mouth gaping open. No one knew what to say or do.
Except for Fritz' loyal guards. They got to their knees before me and bowed their heads. I could see tears leaking from them, but they tried hard to ignore them.
Thank you, Queen Kaitlynn. You have done our Kingdom a great service this day,” the one on the left praised.
And thank you for doing so in a way that took as few lives as possible,” the one on the right added. “We'll see to it that no one in our Kingdom ever forgets how kind, benevolent, and heroic you are.”
At the moment, I felt the complete opposite of heroic, so I simply nodded once in acknowledgment and walked right past them. When I felt like I was far enough away from the border for now, I ordered a soldier to set up my tent. I wanted nothing more than to fall into bed and cry until the end of time, but I needed to keep it together for a little while yet. I had to wait and see with my own eyes that the Nibal army left for good, and then I would get rid of the barrier until it was needed again. After that, I could go home...

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