“Yes. Dorothy has a staff. So, either Dorothy grabbed a staff and said it choose her so she wouldn’t be expelled after the scene Equora made with Idris or Dorothy has magic we don’t know about. Galen said the magic where Dorothy and the Fisher King comes from doesn’t allow them to fly.”
Daxar kissed my forehead and tugged me over to his big bed. “Their magic is so confusing. They can control the dead, but they can’t fly? How strange.”
“I thought Dorothy might have been a Gillikin spy this entire time, but I don’t think that’s right. I would have known if she was lying to me about everything that happened when she landed. Dorothy said she barely remembers her parents since they died when she was young. I’ve considered Locasta stealing a Gillikin baby and planting her in Kans-ass and bringing her back and manipulating things, but Galen said the Fisher King was angry when Dorothy ended up here the first time. If Dorothy was a stolen Gillikin baby and her magic was sending her back to Oz, I’d be able to feel it. Dorothy doesn’t have magic.”
Daxar ran his hand up my waist and cupped my breast. He gave my nipple a hard pinch. “The answer will not happen tonight. You need Dorothy right in front of you, and you need your magic to figure out the answer. I want to play, Francesca,” Daxar growled, biting my neck.
I shivered. I didn’t know if I had permission, but I rolled over a little and started rubbing his cock through his leather trousers. Daxar moaned and pressed his hips into my hand.
His ear was right by my lips. “I’m not a virgin anymore,” I whispered, licking his ear.
Daxar growled and flung himself off the bed. The candlelight had flames dancing in his green eyes. Was he mad at me? He was panting like he was mad.
“Do you want to take this to the next level, Francesca? You’re touching me like you want sex. Is that on the table? Please, don’t lie to me. I’m already in love with you, and I won’t make love to you if this is all just fun and games for you.”
There was this pain in Daxar’s eyes like I was going to break his heart if I gave him the wrong answer. This was beyond fun and games for me. I needed Daxar. I did love Daxar. He was so different than the other men I was with. He was older and more mature. He wouldn’t go cut up with us when we did that sort of thing, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted him waiting for me at home to spank me when I stayed out too late and got into trouble. I wanted his rules, and I wanted him to be the one person I didn’t always have to be in control with all the time.
I jumped out of bed and buried my face in his chest. “I love you too, Daxar. I’m hoping we can continue this when this is over. I have to stay in the West. It’s my birthright and duty. I wish I could have you in the West every night, but I know you have duties to Glinda. I’ll find a way to teleport to you as often as possible to make this work.”
Daxar squeezed me. “Silly girl. Glinda is not stupid. She knows I’m in love with you. After our meeting where we met her children, she released me from my duties to her and the South to be with you in the West if you wanted me. I could help you the same way I helped her. But only if you want it.”
I yanked him over to the bed. My story and Saffron’s story weren’t going to be like our mothers. They both fell in love with men from other regions who wouldn’t stay. Daxar was willing to give up everything to be with me, and Emarus had apparently already written home to his parents about Saffron to get their blessing to live in the East with her. We just needed to beat the Fisher King and Locasta to get our happy endings.
I pushed Daxar on his back and straddle his waist. I started grinding myself against his cock and raked my nails down his chest.
“Then I want you in the West with me. Every day. For good. I want this as often as possible.”
Daxar growled and wrestled me on my back. He pinned my arms by my head and started grinding his erection against the ache between my legs.
“Then it’s settled, Francesca. When this is over, I will live in the West with you. But you forget who is in charge of this little arrangement. Someone is trying to top from the bottom.”
“What’s my punishment?” I taunted.
“Now, you are just being a brat—misbehaving because you want a spanking. What to do with you?”
“What do I deserve, Daxar?”
Daxar let me up. “Take off your clothes. Slowly. Make it sexy. Put on a show for me while I decide your punishment.”
I liked this game. I liked performing for him. I looked him straight in the eye and slowly slid my trousers down my hips. I turned around and stuck my ass at him, peering at him from around my legs as my trousers went down my thighs. I slowly stepped out of them and threw them at his face.
He easily caught it. “You’re getting an extra spanking for that impertinence.”
I started unbuttoning my vest slowly. I let it slide off my shoulders and pool at my feet. I never bothered with any bindings for my breasts because they weren’t big enough to need them. They were there, sure, and I wasn’t all that pleased when they started coming in, but my mother just pulled me aside and said there were binders to keep them from being indecent. My vests and tops kept them covered without showing my bits, and they didn’t go bouncing to my chin like some of the Winkie women like to do to attract men.
I was already getting punished, and I had no idea what Daxar had planned. He told me sometimes, I wouldn’t like my punishment if he didn’t like my behavior, so I didn’t want to press him. He wanted a show, so I was giving him a show.
One of my hands started kneading my breast, and the other found my clit and started rubbing it. My eyes never left Daxar’s. Daxar let out this strangled little growl and pounced on me. He laid me gently on the bed and disappeared.
“We’ll be trying new things tonight. Do you remember your safe words?”
I felt bad about my safe words now. It was weird using Dorothy’s name as my safe word now that she was my friend. I’m sure she didn’t want to think about me using her name during kinky Quadling sex games just as much as I didn’t want to think about what she and Ozma got up to with those army men they’d taken as lovers.
“I need to change my safe words now that Dorothy is my friend.”
Daxar just chuckled from across the room. “I had a feeling you might. What did you want to use instead? A lot of Quadlings use colors. The most standard is yellow for slow down and red for stop.”
“Why do you use Winkie colors for slow down and Quadling colors for stop?”
“Think about roads and signs. That’s where the colors come from, not Winkies and Quadlings. Is yellow and red okay with you?”
“Yes. Um, what do you have planned for me?”
“And spoil the surprise?” Daxar purred. “Can I blindfold you again?”
“How do you want me?”
“That’s what I want to hear. Kneel in front of the headboard and place your hand on it.”
I happily kneeled and wriggled my ass at Daxar. I was rewarded with a hard smack to the ass. Daxar showed me the same restraints he used to tie my hands behind me and explained how to get out of them again. He strapped my hands to the headboard, but I still had wriggle room. He took a bar out and placed it between my feet, forcing my knees apart and tied my ankles down. The last was the blindfold.
Daxar started with light touches and caresses. I could guess what the feathers were, and I recognized the flogger from our previous play session. I really loved that thing. I felt something hot spilling down my back and yelped.
“What was that?”
“Candlewax. Did you like it?”
Did I? “I think I did. It just surprised me.”
Daxar used a wide array of things on my back and thighs. Some of them stung to high fuck, and some felt good. By the time he was done, I felt like I was flying, and my body was on fire. I moaned when I felt him get off the bed.
“That’s not it, is it?”
I couldn’t see a damned thing. I hoped it wasn’t. Daxar just chuckled.
“I’m only removing my trous
ers. Are you ready for me to make love to you?”
“Tied down like this?”
I felt the bed move. Daxar pressed himself to my back. I could feel his erection. He cupped my breast, and I could feel his breath on my ear.
“Exactly like this. You look beautiful this way. Did you want to stop?”
“Do it,” I moaned as he bit the top of my ear.
Daxar nibbled on my neck. One hand pinched my nipples while the other slipped between my legs. Daxar worked me with his fingers while rubbing my clit with his thumb.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” he murmured.
“What?” I shrieked.
I was totally lost in the moment and all the new sensations Daxar was giving me. What the fuck was he talking about I couldn’t come until he told me to?
“Delayed gratification, Francesca. Let me know when you are close.”
“I’m close,” I panted.
Daxar backed off and started kissing my neck and shoulders. His hands were kneading and pinching my breasts. I was moaning and delirious. I wanted his cock more than anything, but I didn’t think I had permission to beg for it.
“Permission to speak?”
“Granted,” he purred, trailing his tongue from my ear all the way down my shoulder.
“I want your cock so bad right now.”
Daxar chuckled. “I want you too. Let’s remedy that.”
I gasped when I was suddenly filled with Daxar’s cock. Daxar took me hard and fast. I was panting and begging. If he thought I was close to coming, he would just stop and bite me. I was ready to punch him in the face every time he stopped.
“Permission to come,” I begged after the last time he stopped. He was slowly teasing me with his cock, and I was literally about to die.
“Permission granted. Hold on tight, Francesca.”
If I thought it was hard and fast before, it was practically feral now. I was so close as soon as his fingers found my clit again, I exploded. I saw white, and I was bucking against him, slamming myself against his cock. Daxar met me and held me tight. I felt his teeth sink into my shoulder as he came.
As soon as he settled down, he untied me and wrapped me in the blanket to hold me. My entire body was shaking. It was like my entire world and been shaken. This felt right, being wrapped around Daxar like this. Especially now that I knew I got to keep him.
Daxar just chuckled and kissed my forehead. “You know, once you recover, you’re going to have to go to the gardens and train, right?”
Asshole.
Chapter 36
Frankie
G
linda said she would go back to teaching history, but she would need to do it around her children’s schedule. Our history class had been pushed back. Apparently, both Ozma and Glinda had called for a meeting that morning. I was sure Daxar had said something to Glinda about Dorothy and the staff, and we’d have to have a meeting about it. I didn’t know what Ozma had found.
We all gathered around the long table that had been a fixture in the throne room since we went to rescue Glinda. I was a little disappointed Elore and Khuzin weren’t there. They were totally adorable, and I thought Elore had a little crush on Idris. Zusim wasn’t there, which mean he was watching the children. I knew Idris would be like that with our children. Oprix too. I didn’t know about Daxar and Galen.
Ozma and Dorothy were late, and so were Ozma’s men. The rest of the Oz army didn’t come with us to the North. They kind of struck me as cowards except the men Ozma kept close to her. All of them were running late, and the rest of the army was not at the meeting.
When they finally did come in, they were all business. It wasn’t like it was in the Forest of Gugu where they were all snuggled together and showing affection. Ozma and Dorothy walked together, apart, and the men walked behind them like they were guarding them. I knew why they were doing it, but I just thought, fuck everyone who judged us. I didn’t hide I was with Idris and Oprix. I wished Ozma didn’t have to hide who she was in love with either.
Ozma took her seat at the head of the table. “We’ve been trying to figure out who the mole could be. It would have to be someone at the school and close to Glinda. Glinda trusted the midwife, but someone must have seen the midwife coming here and gotten to her afterwards. Where did you see this midwife?” Ozma asked.
“In my rooms here at the school. They are protected. I can tell someone broke in while I was captured. I only know two people capable of getting in, and they are in this room. The midwife was also Quadling, but living in Emerald City. I vetted several before deciding on her. She told me her story. She used to work in the South helping women who got pregnant without husbands give birth and helped them find resources. She moved to Emerald City because of her husband and has been continuing her work. She said it would be a great honor to treat someone for me. She didn’t know she was seeing me until she got to my rooms.”
I chewed my bottom lip. “Would she have gotten excited to have treated you and talked to someone?”
“No, and I’m actually worried about her. She wouldn’t have betrayed a patient unless the situation was dire, and she wasn’t with any of the people rescued from the jail in the North. Someone needs to find her and make sure she’s okay. She has an herbal shop towards the back of town. It’s possible someone saw me talking to her and hurt her for information.”
Ethar jumped to action immediately. “Get us a list of all the women you vetted. We’ll check on them and make sure they’re okay. We’ll go to the herbal shop now and check on the midwife.”
I could see why Ozma liked him. He didn’t fuck around and got shit done. They marched out, and Ozma glared at us.
“You said you needed to see Dorothy. What is this about?”
“It’s her new staff, Ozma. The only way a staff could have chosen Dorothy to fly on it is if Dorothy has Oz magic. We need to figure out what it means.”
Dorothy gasped, and Ozma grabbed her hand. I looked directly at both of them.
“Dorothy, be honest. Did you grab a staff so you wouldn’t be expelled, or did one call to you like it chose you?” I said.
“It spoke to me in my head, but I didn’t even think about it. I wasn’t thinking about getting expelled like Equora wanted to do to Idris. As soon as I sat down, I kept feeling a tug towards the staffs, so I went over there. When I touched this one, it spoke to me.”
“Then you have Oz blood,” Galen pointed out. “The Fisher King’s magic doesn’t do that. He can’t fly. He can make totems to give good and bad luck, but they don’t move on their own. You’ve got Oz magic, Dorothy. It’s probably how you keep ending up here.”
“Scan her,” Ozma demanded. “You did something, and you were able to see all the spells put on me that bound my magic and made me think I was a boy. If Dorothy has Oz magic, I can’t feel it.”
“I can’t either,” I admitted.
“I’ve never felt it,” Glinda said. “I felt the same thing around Dorothy as I did around the Wizard when it came to magic. Neither of them has innate magic that would explain them ending up here.”
“Scan her,” Ozma demanded. “No one felt it around me either.”
Why had I never scanned Dorothy before? We all just assumed she came from a land without magic, so we just went with it. We knew now there was magic there. The Fisher King had it. I had just assumed since the magic where Dorothy came from was practiced in secret, she wouldn’t know it.
I let my eyes go out of focus and concentrated on Dorothy. I didn’t think there would be a spell on her, but I was surprised. I found the same tightly woven threads as the spell that was cast on Ozma when she was Tip. The threads of the spell were tighter and more complicated, like someone either took a lot of care casting this spell or they were better at magic.
After searching, I found the edge of the thread binding her magic, I found the thread with the glamour, and I found a thread suppressing her identity if she started to remember. It was the same evil magic that had been done
to Ozma. I needed to know more.
“Dorothy, how much do you remember about being a child?”
“My Auntie Em has my christening gown saved. I was christened as a baby in Kansas. I’ve been there for a long time. Why? What do you see?”
“The same spell that was done to Ozma. Before I break it, I want your permission, and I have questions. Did your parents ever say anything to you that would make you think you weren’t their child?”
Dorothy shook her head and bit her lower lip. “Now that I think about it, my Auntie Em used to tell me stories about a beautiful fairy princess who was left on the doorstep of mortals because her kingdom was in turmoil. She’d tell me a different story every night about the princess. None of it related back to Oz, but do you think I’m the fairy on the doorstep?”
Ozma kissed her knuckles. “It’s possible. Frankie can remove the spell, can’t you?”
“Does it hurt?”
“It tingles a little, and then everything feels right.”
Dorothy nodded. “Let’s do it.”
“Let’s move away from everyone, okay?” I said, getting up. When I removed the spell from Ozma, I was blasted onto my ass. Glinda was at the table, and she was pregnant. I didn’t want to risk the baby. I pulled Dorothy away.
How to best remove this? I did it in a certain order for Ozma. I decided to remove the binder for her magic first. I found the thread again and tugged it. I felt a hum similar to what I felt around Galen and Saffron. I frowned. That couldn’t be right. That was Sentinel level magic.
I tugged the thread blocking her identity next. I have no idea what she felt, but she gasped. I was blasted back when I tugged the thread with the glamour, and the entire room gasped when they saw the real Dorothy. I sat up and looked.
Holy fuck! Dorothy had the exact shade of green hair as Galen. Galen jumped up as fast as he could with his injured shoulder and hugged Dorothy.
“I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. With the green hair, it’s obvious. You look just like my mother. I think you are my sister, Dorothy. That’s how you keep ending up back in Oz.”
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