“Eliminate?” Kanade gasped, pulling back, but not sending Kyoko from her naked lap.
“Yes. My aunt was First Mistress for over five billion years and has lost count how many times assassins came to end her. But you needn’t worry. Just as General Panther serves Ethan-sama, his own mistresses protect first and foremost the First Mistress. You will have six Balam protectors at your service forever. They are also known as the Six. Never has an assassin come close with them guarding. The general’s mistresses are solely to keep you alive and for over a billion years they have not failed. The second strongest female Balam mistress pride will safeguard me and so on. Our children will be protected by General Panther’s cubs. Last I knew, the Balam guard number forty three trillion. They are less than any other demonic race, but near impossible to kill. Yes there is always to be danger, but they take their orders more loyally than any Enforcer. From birth they are trained to serve the Fire King first, then their strongest, who is on this very island. They are bred to serve to their last breath. Few beings aren’t threatened even by a nursing cub. Seeing a squad of five or more would make anyone die of fright. Any threats to you have to deal with the six lethal mates of the general… after me of course.” She added as it was part of the vow.
“Thank you. That helps.”
“Let’s fix the problem.” Kyoko said suddenly and made a graceful motion with her left hand. All the frost and ice lifted from every surface and began clumping together midair while moving to the shower. A huge pile of snow and ice piled in one place. Soon the room warmed when a silver flame rekindled the dead hearth. “Thank you, Ethan-sama.” She called out.
Silver flames lifted from Kanade’s body and formed a likeness of him bowing before disappearing in a ‘whoosh’ of air.
Both women smiled and shook their heads.
“Better?”
“Much.” The larger woman admitted, rubbing bare arms.
“Good. Now that I’m sated sexually, we may begin your training. And worry not of your clothes. They are beyond repair.” Mirth danced in playful snowflakes.
“Not the first.” Both stood nude, Kyoko greatly admiring what she saw and now owned. And what a treasured prize.
“Except alone or in private chambers, you clasp your hands together in front of your hips when walking. And when spoken to out in public you must talk in Blood Speak if possible. I know you can so you’ll be obligated. I will always walk diagonally or behind you as none but the king’s First Mistress’ guard walk in front. None come before you except the guard. You will wear a dress at all times in public and bow to none, except to curtsy to the king. No other king of the five great territories are above Fire. Even if we are no longer the largest. As such, if you bow to let’s say… my aunt or the Sky King, it is a declaration of war that we are biding them farewell. The First Mistress is who openly declares war on behalf of their master. Remember this foremost.”
A loud gulp came and Kanade realized it came from her.
“Chin up high at all times when walking. Being tall is good for most in Chaos aren’t so much as you. Mostly Dragons and Titans will ever be above in physical stature. Do not bow back when others do, even to another royal First Mistress. Except on another’s soil. Visiting a neighboring territory’s kingdom will have different rules. That is the only condition. Though you personally cannot kill because of a spell, you may order one of the Six to make an example of any who dare insult you. One day it will be necessary to show your powerful influence. You may even have me freeze them to death and I will do it.
“And if someone introduces themselves and you do not acknowledge them, but they persist to call for your ear, that is the highest insult. They believe themselves your better and have too much time on your hands. You must have them beaten publically till they learn their place while you impassively watch them. It is not easy when you are young, but even I was beaten many times while my aunt watched and all I asked for was for her to smile just one time. It is why you never see me angry or interrupt in front of others when you speak. It would be the same if they did it to me. I would be obliged to see them put in their place… And you cannot carry weapons.”
“I never have.”
“But not for reasons you may think. You are to be powerful in an ability just to survive yes, but to be declared a future mother carrying a royal child. You must not carry something dangerous so as to not hurt yourself in an accident.”
“But could I wear enchanted armor placed in my dress?”
“That is allowed. But no weapons. Your weapons are in innate ability and faith in your guardians. Any mistress with the numbered title of a supreme royal will be required to abide by why I’m teaching, even if the number is Ethan-sama’s Ten Thousandth Mistress.”
On an on Kyoko coached the nuances of what is expected. It was a crash course in demon structure. It was brutal, but it did function well. It was no well oiled machine like Order’s structure, but Chaos’ rules were reasonably straightforward. Different social classes protected the lesser either for food or to allow the fittest to become stronger so as to find a worthy challenge. It would be all too easy for Kanade to just pluck the information from Kyoko’s mind, but for some strange reason it was more intimate and fun being taught. Earlier Kyoko simply let her mind be known of her life, not the proper and refined etiquette of a royal. Sometimes Kyoko would have Kanade practice certain moves, comment and nod when it was done correctly. What to do and what not were the main goals. The big topics that could cause major strife was the first lessons.
While teaching though, Kyoko ran a hot shower, sitting on the pile of snow to rinse the blood from her pale hair. Kanade declined since the shower was far too small and if she used magic to resize the room, she couldn’t. Angular spells around the entrance prevented it. Dallare enchanted the building just incase of treachery. Ethan’s curse prevented harm to himself and Kanade, not to the demons of the island. Panther wasn’t concerned of Kira’s magic since Balam were naturally resistant or downright immune to spells, but the other two were. They took no chances, just as the team did on the Scottish Witch.
But after two more hours of work, in which time Kanade became comfortable sitting naked with another woman, Kyoko said “This will do for today, Love-chan.”
“But I’m not tired. Can’t we keep goin’? There is so much more to learn.”
A gentle, motherly smile softened a doll-like face. “Unlike your body, mine requires much more rest and I’ve not slept in nearly three days since I felt Ethan-sama shake the planet. I am glad you wish to learn all there is and spend more time with me, but I grow weary.”
“Oh… um, sorry.”
“Chin up.” Lightly scolded Kyoko and their eyes met. “Practice hiding your timid nature secret. And do not think me offended. I see your concern for me. That is enough for me to show you care. But I would not mind a lover’s passionate kiss before you leave tonight.”
A soft chuckle slipped Kanade’s lips as they quirked in the corners. “I can manage that.” On hands and knees she came close to the standing woman and gave a slow, deep kiss. Kyoko’s chilly lips weren’t much of a shock after what was shared earlier. When they pulled away she said “And your smell is still of him even after a shower.”
The demon lifted the now dried out flannel off the floor. “Though I normally sleep naked or in my yukata, I will wear this so I carry his scent from this moment forth so we may share each other from now on.”
A slight crimson blush warmed her cheeks as the filter to her thoughts seemed to be turned off. “Will we hold hands out in public or do you want to ride on my shoulders like Floa does?”
Minor offense darkened the other woman’s fair expression. “Neither. I have my pride and do not wished to being viewed as a child holding her mother’s hand or riding. Soon enough I’ll have full use of my power and will feel much less diminutive. I will not hold your hand or kiss you in public like you people raised in America who enjoy exhibitionism openly display. We may touch, but not
fondle. What we do alone is not for others to watch.”
“But what about the Fire King having sex while holdin’ court and makin’ it sound like you wanted to do it too.”
Kyoko rolled her eyes. “Think about it for a second since you’ve experienced it every time together. What happens to Ethan-sama when his arousal rises with more than his cock?”
It clicked in an instant. Even the first night they made love, it was the same. Fire, hot and explosive coated everything around. “So no one actually saw…”
“Correct, Love-chan. It is a defense of their kind. None can interfere or else risk being burned alive. I’ve heard you can’t see a meter in front of you when lust takes them.”
“If that isn’t an understatement!” Kanade burst out laughing richly. A laugh so infectious that her new lover joined. “Nothin’ is very clear. Basically you’re blinded, but are licked all over by the flames. It’s a sensation beyond description. Oh, by the way, if you really want to stroke him the right way, you need to scratch his back deep enough to break the skin.”
“Yet another Ifrit attribute. They force their mates to mark them and they do it right as orgasm hits them, forcing us to have one as well.”
“What do you mean?” This confused her.
Kyoko gave a sidelong glance. “Don’t you know? I look at your neck and shoulders and see the proof of his bites. Hadn’t you seen his eyes dimly glow and know he isn’t casting a spell? It makes us want to bite him as much as he wants to bite us. It’s a form of hypnosis. I’ve seen the tracks your nails dug in his flesh. Neither yours or my kind bite their mate during sex with the full intention of marking what belongs to us. It’s him, Kanade-chan. It’s his natural ability to bring the beast inside us out to play.”
“That does make sense. The first time I felt the desire to bite was after he got shot by an Elf. We were just finished between the sheets and he got a strange look and I remember now his grey eyes burned a dull red and I wanted to sink my teeth in and warn women he was taken. Since then we’ve bitten with each climax.”
“Then I bid you farewell for tonight. Dallare-chan, you may come in now.” The front opened and in stepped the little Elf woman.
Nearly forgotten about, Kanade asked “Are you doin’ any better after what I did to you? I’m truly sorry about all of it.”
The Elf curtsied in her robes before saying “You’ve nothing to be sorry for, My Lady. It was an unforgettable experience I’m glad you permitted me to share in. It is I am who is sorry for my actions. It was improper. What is my punishment for leaving without permission?”
“Punishment?” Kanade gasped and turned to a speculative Kyoko.
Before she could say ‘Nothing.’ there was a gesture from the other woman that was clear as if openly said ‘Now do what I taught you tonight as First Mistress.’
Another thick swallow held bile at bay. A punishment was required as Dallare wasn’t in their highest caste and left without permission. “Run twenty laps around the island.” Then gave a look to Kyoko with a silent question and received an approving, if barely noticeable nod.
“Will you be here once I finish?” Dallare wondered.
“No. Kyoko is tired and I need to wash up.”
“Then I must give you this.” Dallare reached in a pocket and Kyoko, feeling strangely overprotective, made the air spin for but a moment, but in that timeframe her nude body was surrounded in an icy armor that left only the eyes vulnerable as she stepped between them. She knew Dallare wouldn’t hurt her mistress, but she wasn’t cursed to do no harm like most everyone else.
But it was for naught as Dallare extracted a gold rope which turned out to be a necklace. Hanging down was an amulet larger than Kyoko’s fist. Intricately inset in the gold circle was twelve pearls that changed color with the firelight. Lines and swirls highlighted the wealthy item. The Elf timidly offered it to her master icy hand instead. Before she said anything, Kyoko’s eyes narrowed. “How did you come by this? Are these the fourteen tears I shed?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Was the small answer.
“Where are the remaining two? I thought I said one was for her.”
“And I told her to use them all.” Came a deep telepathic baritone. “I helped Dallare recover and she wanted to do something nice for Kanade so I read what she wanted and gave her my opinions, which she did a beautiful job by the way.” Yellow cheeks flushed orange. “Kyoko, you’ve not cried once in four hundred and fifty six years since your husband. Not once. Not even for some of your now dead children you had with him. You closed your heart of and merely existed out of duty for the off chance to see him reincarnated. You’ve been alone.
“Reading Kanade’s mind destroyed that wall you put up and Dallare agreed with me when I told her I wanted you to remember tonight and what it opened inside you. You cried. The medallion is proof. I won’t allow the tears you made to be stored in Zagan’s treasure hoard. It will not be sold. They are truly priceless tears of love. Dallare was fast, but found the perfect setting for the pearls. I spelled it to last forever and as you can see by its size, it’s for Kanade to wear, to have a part of you with her at all times and you know she won’t let anyone have it. She might not quite love you like she does me, but I can tell you without a doubt she does have deep affection for you.”
Kyoko turned around and the ice armor cracked and fell around her feet like crystal chunks. “But it will buy many things I want for…”
There came a knock at the front door and Dallare opened it to find the huge face of Ethan getting very low so he could look inside. He instantly noticed Kanade’s naked perfection and was truly impressed with Kyoko’s to boot, but he continued talking as if he were sending words to their very mind. “Kyoko, I know you wanted to use them to have extravagant gifts made for me for giving you the” Hands went up and did air quotes. “’honor’ of becoming Second Mistress, but let me tell you that I’m not into material gain. You’ve peeked inside the cabin once. You saw neither Kanade nor I want the most expensive goods. We’re a simple couple. Being happy and seeing others happy too is the real treasure. Your tears aren’t worth anything if you’re unhappy. I wanted to surprise you since Kanade heard it all and agreed to wear your tears. It would make her appear like a First Mistress to others in public, but would secretly mean she’d keeping you close to her heart.”
A deep blush flared in almost an instant beneath glittery cheeks as Kanade took the necklace out from limp fingers and put it on. It perfectly fell right at the curve of cleavage, covering the sealing medallion of orange flame. “And I’ll never remove it and no one else can either.” She promised.
At a complete loss for words, Kyoko looked back and forth till he said “Take these for example.” A finger flicked the white gold bracelet at his wrist. “Kanade made these handy translators. I don’t need them anymore since I’ve been hearing you speak Japanese this whole time without translation. I know every human and demon language both spoken and written. I’ve gotten rid of her spells, but I’ll never remove these bracelets. It is expensive, sure, but the thought behind it is what let me know she did care for me. They don’t have value to anyone other than me. It’s just metal bracelets. She is what is important. Just like your pearls are to her. My bite is what she loves. I’ve tried buying her gifts, but she proved long ago money isn’t what matters. Happiness is the most valuable gift you can give us and for you to shed tears after centuries of not shedding a single one, well just know they are being put to a better use right where they are. And look here…” He turned his arms and showed a tear set in each bracelet. “I’ve got a piece of you as well.”
“I need to lay down before I cry again.” Kyoko walked away, grabbed the flannel shirt, put it on and put a kiss to the back of Kanade’s hand saying with upmost gratitude “Thank you.” Generosity was common for another’s selfish gain in Kyoko’s mind, but never genuine happiness and thanks. There were no ulterior motives in what had just happened. These two were honest, loved to a fault and cared for
others without any expectations for reward. Giving her tears was easily done without any reprisal for a priceless gift had been given to her this night as well. It was the one and only thing that could melt a frozen heart.
Kanade smiled walking away. “See ya’ll in the mornin’.”
Love slipped outside and nearly jumped out of her skin as Dallare closed the front and shot off down the dark mountain to do her twenty lap punishment. Both watched as the Elf made it to the water and zipped along, legs blurring with Elvin speed comparable to a chasing Naga bent on killing.
“Can’t wait any longer.” Came a deep rumble from behind as Ethan silently took off his pants and slammed to the hilt from behind. Already the night turned bright silver as he rushed her inside the cabin and shut the door with the flick of a tail. Kanade wasn’t surprised as she was mentally taunting him the moment she turned her back to watch Dallare sprint. Breasts roughly pressed flat into the wall as he took her fully, stretching and filling her as only he can. Wings quivered as hands lightly caressed along the limbs and over, making her mind spin just trying to keep up with the rough thrusts below and gentle caresses behind.
“Fire.” She murmured as she was engulfed in the silver liquid coating the entire room. Compared to the icy experience, she loved fire so much more. It was warm, comforting and safe. Safe from all danger, except the kind that thrilled her currently. But then she began to imagine what it would be like to have that ice trick with the thrusting tornado swirling around him as she quivered against the wall. She’d find out soon enough one day. Right now, she was all thought out as her mind went blank. Her hips matched his thrusts till a mighty roar made the fire go brighter than the eyes could see and she felt tremendous heat flood her womb. She clamped tight, not letting go at all and it made her cry out as it was akin to a powerful orgasm of its own and she felt teeth tear into the back of her neck and the pleasure-pain had her reeling. Sweat dripped down her body from the power she used to match. And then along came a rough tongue to tantalize, clean and lap at the bite while she was making moans, all that was able to be audibly expressed.
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