“Designed,” Fizit said, slowly.
Liam looked at her.
Liv was still Liv, and she proved it, by being utterly unaware of the gathering storm. “Yeah, apparently.”
“Designed...” Fizit grabbed up her plate and dashed it on the table before Liv. The shattering sound and the spreading food caused Liv to jerk backwards and Simon to tense. Tethis squeaked and even Kailey – who had been watching everything with a kind of avid but detached interest, like a woman at a wrestling match that had just gotten interesting – jerked back. Meg grabbed Liam before he could spring forward and get between the two women.
Fizit slapped her palm against her chest, her tail lashing hard enough to send her chair skittering away.
“I’m twenty six!” she snarled. “I’m middle aged. I’m going to die of old age in two decades if I’m fucking lucky, you elven bitch. And you tell me that your people built me that way?” She stepped forward. “Built us big and dumb and short lived, but strong and fucking tireless! So we can haul your water and built your godsdamned laboratories?”
“Fizit!” Tethis sprang to her feet. “Calm down.”
Liv shrugged. “I didn’t do it.”
“I won’t live to see my son’s old age, you bitch!” Fizit leaped at Liv with a snarl.
Liv waved her hand and Liam tore from Meg’s grip. Everything went horribly slow – a disaster he couldn’t stop, but he had plenty of time to admire it. A ripple of air shot from Liv’s palm, rushing towards Fizit. It slammed into Fizit’s chest and she went rocketing backwards as if she had been smacked by a giant’s baseball bat. The stricken expression on Liv’s face – the horror at what she hadn’t meant to do – was no consolation.
Fizit smashed into the wall with an explosion of dust and a crack. She sprawled on the ground, her head twisted almost entirely around, her neck snapped. Her mouth opened, then relaxed as her eyes stared outwards, sightless.
Simone reacted by aiming her pistol at Liv. “Hands up!” she shouted.
Liam felt as if he had been frozen – he couldn’t even feel anything. Liv was stammering – it sounded like she was trying to say ‘I’m sorry!’ Meg was charging towards Liv. Kailey and Quinn had gotten to their feet, adding their voices to the din. Simone was still bellowing the words at the stunned Liv. Dia looked as if she wanted to curl up on herself and vanish.
But before anyone could make another move, Tethis screamed: “Everyone! Shut the fuck up!”
Everyone shut up.
Tethis lowered her hands. “L-Let's all use our heads instead of our... other parts.” She shook her head. “I put the stasis spell on Fizit. By the gods, she was as big a target for assassination as Liam!”
Liam didn’t realize he had been about to collapse to the ground until he was already sprawling. Tethis leaned down, her eyes hooded as she started to make the passes of the healing magic. Her voice shook as she snarled out the words. Healing magic surged into Fizit’s body – her head slowly spinning back into place. As she jerked and gasped, Tethis glared up at them.
“But you...” She pointed her finger at Liv. “You’re very lucky. Even my spell can’t fix a destroyed brain. If you had pulped her head, or smashed her head against the wall, or, or...”
Fizit sat up, groaning. “What happened?”
Tethis burst into tears and threw her arms around her, hugging her as tightly as she could.
Simone slowly holstered her pistol.
“And I thought my family reunions were fucked up,” she whispered.
Nine
Liam felt as if he had been wrung out and left to dry. He walked Simone to her room. Simone sighed.
“I didn’t follow all of that,” she said. “But I got the gist. This Ares motherfucker is making a power grab. And if the teleportation dispersion is as bad as it looks like...” She bit her lip. “He might have just had a bunch of M-16s dropped into his lap, with thousands of rounds. Underslung grenade launchers. C4s. Fuck, we brought drones.”
Liam nodded. “This war just went from hot to fusion, didn’t it?”
Simone nodded. Then, smiling. “I said I’d get you home. If getting you home means going through Ares, well...” She held out her hand. “I’m in.”
Liam smiled and took her hand. He pumped it.
“This is your room. Servants can bring you whatever you want,” he said.
“Thanks.”
Simone stepped into the room, the closed the door. Liam smiled, then walked along the corridor. He came to Fizit’s office. She was working on her paperwork. As if she hadn’t almost died earlier today. As if nothing had gone wrong. As if she hadn’t realized that her short life had been built intentionally into her by people who could have made her immortal.
They just hadn’t.
Liam walked into the room. His hand went to her shoulder, squeezing. Fizit sighed.
“I’m reading reports – trying to track how many Paladinnnnnrrrr!” She groaned, her eyes closing. Liam wordlessly slipped his hand from her shoulder to the hem of her shift to cup and squeeze her full breast. Her nipple hardened, coming to attention as dutifully as a soldier. His finger found and teased her. He felt a lust more intense than any he had felt in a long time rush through his body. His cock tented his kilt as his other hand went around to grope her other tit. Fizit crooned. “Nooo, Liam, I’m working...”
But despite her words, her arms lifted, giving him better access. Her breath was coming in soft, eager pants, her eyes closing as her head rolled back. Her tail, long and flexible, crooked upwards and slithered along the bulge of his kilt, from tip to thick base. Liam shuddered and slid his hands from her breasts to her hips. He dragged her upwards and pushed her forward. Fizit moved with the same level eagerness, her tail lifting as she pressed her chest against her desk, knocking papers aside with a rasp and clatter.
“Lifts-Her-Tail,” Liam whispered.
“Hmrrr?” Fizit asked.
“A really stupid joke,” Liam said, his hand going to his kilt. His fingers undid the catch and his kilt slipped down. His cock sprang entirely free and Fizit’s tail-tip pressed against the thickness of the base. It coiled around and around, until Fizit was essentially gripping him, as firmly as she would with her palm. Liam slid his hands along her hips, to her delicious rump. He felt her silky smooth scales underneath his palms and shuddered with delight. His thumbs reached down and spread the puffy, wet lips of her cunt.
She was so eager.
And under the scales…
Her pussy looked very human.
Very inviting.
And then Fizit tugged with her tail, jerking Liam forward, then grinding his cocktip against her.
Fizit’s tail made it clear.
No foreplay.
Then her voice demolished all doubt. “Make love to me, my Lord. Make love to me, my Liam.”
Liam leaned over her. His hands slid from her hips to her shoulders, keeping her shift on. He grinned as his naked chest pressed to her back, feeling the bump of her tail against his belly. He breathed into her ear-hole, his voice a soft purr.
“Fizit...” He kissed her neck, then kissed the base of several of her feathers. It had been a delight, the first time he had realized that teasing where her feathers merged with her scaled head would bring out that croon. That eager, wanting, desperate sound. Her tail writhed against his chest, the tip tightening around his cock, enough to actually make him wince slightly. Liam took that as a sign and thrust into her. His hips drove forward and her tail unwound from his dick until his balls pressed to her softly scaled thighs and his cock filled her to the brim. She hissed through her tongue and closed her eyes as tightly as she could, her claws digging into the desk.
“Holy shit,” she gasped.
“Mmm,” Liam started to lazily fuck her. It wasn’t a frantic thing. No, he took his time, moving his hips in smooth, rocking motions that seemed to unwind the tension he had felt in her back. Her spine loosened and her shoulders went slack as she let her whole body melt into
the desk.
“Ah yes,” Fizit crooned. “I needed this. I need this. Mmrr.” Her tail tickled the underside of Liam’s chin, writhing between his chest and her back. Liam shifted, so that he was standing behind her, letting her tail twitch freely as he leaned his head into that tailtip. He kissed and nibbled her, and Fizit giggled and squirmed.
Then Fizit hissed. “I want to watch you cum, Liam.”
Liam nodded. He slid from her and took a moment to admire how soaked his cock was. It dripped with her slick, glittering juices and then he had something far finer to admire. Fizit’s curvaceous, muscular body rolling over. She pulled herself up with her arms and naught else, lifting and spreading her legs so wide that her knees squished her breasts slightly. Her toes pressed where her claws had been digging before. Liam shivered, then whispered.
“You are one fine MILF, Fizit.”
She chuckled throatily. “You say this about once a month, Vanderbilt. Now prove it.” Her eyes glittered and she stretched herself infinitesimally further. Liam grabbed onto his cock, then slapped the tip against Fizit’s cunt. Sliding into her again was just as pleasant as the first time, just as pleasant as the very first time. He hilted himself inside of her and Fizit rolled her head back almost off the side of the desk. Papers crinkled under her as she gasped and rocked her hips in perfect time with Liam’s slow, casual fucking. Her breasts jiggled and bounced with every slap of his balls, while Liam took a moment to admire the tautness of her abdominal muscles.
Then he noticed that, even with her head rolled back, even with her eyes closed to thin slits, she was still watching his face intently.
And so…
Liam let himself show what he felt as he fucked her. He felt the same intense relief he felt when Meg had swooped down from the heavens by being inside of Fizit. Here, in her office, with her body writhing in pleasure atop the paperwork she used to try and keep him and her family and friends and her people safe, it felt as if everything was right with the world again. Fizit gasped and her sex clenched on him, her back arching slightly, the pleasure in her breathing all the encouragement that Liam needed.
He let himself go, his own eyes closeing to slits, shuddering as he clenched his jaw. His balls clenched and he felt his cum surge and then spill into her. Fizit breathed out a single word: “Liam...”
Her tail coiled around and around his thigh, gripping him like a whip.
The faint drip of his cum sliding from her sex became the only noise in the room for a few moments. Liam leaned forward, sliding his hands onto her shoulders, rooting her as he kissed her deeply. Then Fizit put her palms against his chest, caressing him. Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles, then gently touched scars. Counting them. When the kiss broke, she mumbled softly. “I’m sorry...”
“What?” Liam blinked. He was ready to tell her that she had nothing to apologize for. That she had done everything she could. That…
“But you need to get off me,” Fizit said, grinning. “I have a lot of paperwork.”
“Oh! I see how it is!” Liam said, in faux offense, sliding out of her with a quiet grunt. Cum dripped from her sex – but only for a moment. Her tail coiled up, the tip slapping the skin between her breasts as the bulk of her tail cupped her own sex. Keeping the cum inside of her as she sat up. Liam put his hands on his hips. “Wham! Bam! Thank you, sir!”
Fizit pointed at the door, managing a perfect deadpan. “Out.”
Liam slipped his kilt on, caught Fizit for one more kiss, one more grope, then one firm slap across her butt cheeks. She squeaked and slashed at him with her claws – playfully missing him by only a hair. Liam scooted out, then laughed to himself as he walked, languidly along the corridors of his home. He was heading for his bedroom when he walked past one of the studies and noticed a familiar, hunched figure, poring over manuscripts and papyrus scrolls. From the number of books surrounding the table – not to mention the two burned out mage lights – he guessed that Tethis had been there since right after the meeting.
Hours, in another word.
Liam walked up behind Tethis, moving softly. It felt almost like a dream, to have his favorite gobliness in the palace again. She had been distant, and he knew why... but he didn’t know why she had come back. He coughed, not wanting to just assume he could fondle her.
She may be back, but he didn’t know if the old, comfortable days had come with her.
Tethis leaped almost out of the stool, knocking the mage lamp over. She scrambled to catch it – and through the shadows cast by her fingers, clutching the shimmering orb, Liam could see that she was looking chagrined.
“Hey,” she said.
Liam grabbed a stool, yanked it over, and sat. This meant that he still loomed over her, but at least he didn’t tower.
“Tethis,” he said, smiling at her.
She set the mage light back down. “I see you’ve had some fun.”
Liam’s face flushed and he coughed. “R-Right.”
Tethis smiled shyly. Her ears perked up as she looked at the manuscript she had been studying. The drawings were the kind of crude ancient Egyptian style that he was used to seeing in Coptic buildings – but it showed elves and humans meeting for the first time, swords drawn, beams of light firing from the heavens. Tethis sighed slightly.
“I’m not jealous.” She paused. “Okay, I’m lying, I’m jealous as hell. But-” she cut him off before he could even open his mouth. “We all have work to do, if we’re going to fight Ares and understand what is going on with...Liv.”
Liam put his hand on her shoulder. She tensed.
“Tethis,” he said. “I know you had an issue with Fizit and Liv.”
“Fizit and I, ah, what was that phrase you used?” Tethis smiled, shyly. “Buried the hacker?”
Liam chuckled.
“But it’s weird...” Tethis looked down at her hands. “I hated her because I was scared. Every time I looked at her, I remembered being attacked. I remembered hanging, between life and death...” She shook her head. “But then I saw your son, and saw how much she loved him. And it was like I couldn’t be afraid of her anymore. And if I wasn’t scared of her, I had to look at things rationally. But part of me is so mad at me for not being mad at her. She did try to kill me. Does that make any sense?”
Liam swept Tethis into his arms. He drew her onto his lap, holding her along her belly and across her chest. His head pressed to her hair. He breathed in the soft smell of her – ink and fresh soap and her own natural spice. She squirmed slightly, as if she thought she could complain but couldn’t find any actual words. So, instead, she started to kiss the line of his biceps.
“It does,” he said. “You put a lot of energy into being mad. And if there’s one thing humans, valks, lilin, goblins, elves, and lizardfolk all have in common? It’s that we’re hardwired to hate wasting energy on stuff.”
Tethis snorted.
“I’m not kidding!” Liam said. “Why do you think people love to lounge around when they don’t have to work? It’s their brains telling them to not waste energy.”
Tethis leaned forward. Another feathery kiss against the bulge of Liam’s bicep. Then she licked him. A slow, stately lick, her eyes half closed as she leaned into his arm, sagging slightly.
“I’m glad you’re back,” she whispered.
“I’m glad you’re back.” Liam kissed the tip of one of her ears. Like elves, goblin ears were long and pointed. Also, like elves, their ears were as sensitive and as erogenous as the tips of their nipples, or the nape of their necks. Tethis turned to so much butter in his hands. Liam cupped her full breasts – if she had been the same height as Fizit, she’d have given her a run for her money. His fingers squeezed and felt her nipples pucker and harden against her shift, peeking through. Tethis whimpered.
“I’ve gone a year without...” she breathed.
“Without sex?” Liam asked.
“Without you,” she said. Then, adding. “A-And sex. Not all of us sleep with everything they see.”
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“Not everything I see...” Liam took hold of her shift. “Just the incredibly hot women.”
“You say Bast, I say Bastet,” Tethis shot back. Then her shift hit the ground beside her and she sat, gloriously nude on his lap. Her breasts heaved as she panted heavily, her head rolling back as Liam leaned over her shoulder. He had to bend almost in half to get his mouth against her lips. But where their lips met and he kissed her, lightning crackled. Tethis rocked her hips against him, her thighs spread wide. Her bare, hairless, green pussy was so inviting that Liam felt himself rising to her need.
He grabbed her hips, shifted himself, then slid one hand down to yank his kilt up just enough to slap his cock against her slit. Tethis didn’t give him time to wait. She drove herself down onto his cock, breaking the kiss to moan loudly, wordlessly. Her hands reached forward and she braced herself on the desk as she started to lift and drop her hips. Contained in the circle of his arms, Tethis small, curvy body jiggled with every impact of hip to hip. She ducked her head forward, her ear tips thrusting invitingly into the air. Liam leaned over.
Put his palms over her smaller hands. Then started to thrust up into her, using the desk to root her in place as his cock filled her shockingly tight pussy. She was so small, but so very fucking flexible. His mouth closed around one eartip as Tethis whimpered and gasped.
“Gods yes!”
Where Liam had been slow, almost gentle, with Fizit...he felt Tethis desperate need. And so he squeezed her hands and fucked her like she was a bitch in heat. From the moans that escaped her mouth, that was exactly what she needed, and he felt her pussy clenching on him in orgasm within a few moments. Her head rolled to the side, pushing her ear against his lips. His tongue feathered along her ear, tracing the gentle lines that came to the pointed tip, which he teased gently between his teeth, adding slightly more pleasure with every soft, whimpered: “More. More. Moooooore!”
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