Life as a New Hire Ch. 47

More happy Amazons because the list's only non-Amazon was a dead Hero from the Trojan Wars and it was well known I 'got around' (aka dealt with violent outsiders.) Chaz was telling the truth ... almost. The 'fifth' person on the list was Alal, but explaining him would be difficult, so Chaz edited him for this particular audience. Good man.

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In the hallway, "Tavi, a moment," I called out. She slowed down, took a few more steps allowing me to catch up.

"Yes Ishara?" she gave me her best neutral look. Yep. She was jealous.

"I beg two favors from you," I quickly went down to one knee in her path. That caught her off guard and left her in the awkward position of me being terribly close and staring up at her.

"I ... I will listen," she muttered.

"I would like to know if you are pregnant," I asked very softly. Yes, she was, but she didn't want to tell me. She contemplated pushing past me. It would be very easy. "I know I am stepping beyond the boundaries between warriors. Please. My destiny has brought you two together. I am at fault here." 'Fault' was the key word.

"If I have a son, he will be given to the Queen," Tavi's face was stern and unforgiving. "He will live."

"That's not what he's worried about," I shook my head. "He wants to be a father to your daughter, Tavi. He wants to introduce you to his mother and grandmothers ... maybe his sisters too, if that can be arranged."

"Huh?"

"He is not like me, Tavi. There is no other in his life, but you."

"I ... I will not leave my House for him," she protested angrily.

"He would never ask you. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to remain at your side for years to come. He can be a father to your child and not be a part of House Stolgos in the same way you can be a mother to your child and not be a part of Clan Tomorrow."

"Oh ..." she furrowed her brow. "How would this possibly work?"

"I have an 'in' with the Queen," I winked. "I'll work out something."

"He knows I will never stop being an Amazon," she elucidated intensely.

"Absolutely. He is an intelligence operative after all. He's figured a few things out for himself."

"Why doesn't he tell me these things?"

"Tavi, he threw his body on top of me to shield me from a bomb blast, so he's undoubtedly brave, but telling you what is in his heart is scary for him. As his brother, I see behind his silence ..."

"Oh ... what should I do?" she was vexed.

"Go back in there, demand to speak with him and tell him the truth," I stood up.

"The truth?"

"That you are going to have a little StolgosTomorrow-ite running around sometime next year," I exuded confidential friendliness.

"Cáel Ishara," she tilted her head slightly, "you don't know much about infants, do you?"

"Nope," I pseudo-confessed. I actually did know something about newborns. I'd studied up so I could make a move on a cute girl whose free time was eaten up by babysitting, so I 'helped out'. Oink.

"They aren't 'running around'," she turned to head back into the gym, "until the ninth month at the earliest. Normally, running doesn't happen until the eighteenth month."

"My fiancée has a three-year old, so she should be able to help me through some of the hardest parts," I babbled along. Tavi didn't give a crap.

In we went. Tavi stormed straight toward the bevy of Amazon babes concentrating on 'her' Chaz.

"Colour Sergeant Tomorrow," she abruptly interrupted. "A moment of your time."

"Ladies," Chaz uncoiled himself from the surrounding women. The Amazons were either mildly put off - they thought they were about to get laid - or pissed off - they were SURE they were about to get laid - and Tavi was stomping on their happy.

"Yes, Ms. Gentry," Chaz linked his hands behind his back in a 'rest easy' stance. 'Gentry' was the fake last name Tavi used in the outside world. She motioned toward the windows with her head. Off they went. I couldn't hear what was being said, but my lip reading skills were up to the task.

T: [I am pregnant]

C: [I love you]

T: [Oh] ~ stunned. Go Chaz!

C: [Well, I don't imagine the Amazons have a marriage ceremony and an Anglican service would be inappropriate, so perhaps we could research a Scythian ritual which could make both families happy] ~ delivered in the patented smooth Chaz style.

T: [Marriage? To you?]

C: [I will not submit to being anyone's slave nor would I ever ask you to submit to me. Outside of that, will you be my partner and my partner alone until the cliffs separate us?]

T: [Amazons are not monogamous]

C: [I am]

T: [I will ... I mean, can I think about this?]

C: [I am not going anywhere, Tavi]

{Pause}

T: [Did you put Ishara - Cáel Ishara up to this?]

C: [Yes]

T: [Why?]

C: [I imagine he explained what I am feeling better than I could]

T: [Oh ... do you want me to meet your mother and grandmothers?]

C: [Absolutely]

T: [Okay]

C: [Okay ~ you would like to meet my Mother and Grandmothers?]

T: [No - yes - I mean, yes I would like to meet them and I am okay with you being with no other woman until the cliffs separate us ... and I will do the same ... no other males]

C: [If I pick you up, hug you and kiss you, will your sisters freak out?]

T: [I don't know]

So Chaz swept Tavi up until her head was higher than his (a feat, considering their 8" height differential) and kissed her deeply. Mumbled words followed. Tavi wrapped her legs around Chaz's waist and out they went. Around me were angry murmurings of the 'did that Amazon just run off with our man' variety. Not my problem. I had plenty of different Amazons wanting my attention. Hallelujah!

{8:00 pm SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 7th ~ LAST DAY}

Don't try this at home.

I covered my face with a pillow and pressed down hard. I'd already tried breathing exercises, meditation and even contemplated more cranial trauma before thinking up this particular crazy idea. It took some mental effort and accessing some of my Alal-'pain sorting' skills to accomplish, but in the end, I felt myself 'let go'.

I sat up.

"Hello," Tadêfi beamed.

"Hey," I took a deep breath. Since we were talking, I must have passed out. Her eyes wandered over the room.

"Is this the world as you see it?" she wondered. Oh yeah, I had to be creating the environment for her to enjoy.

Sikia was kneeling on the bed a foot away, her gaze moving between the two of us. The 'grayness' of her form suggested she was wholly in reality and not in the 'Ishara-space' the goddess had shown me and I was now sharing with my augur.

"This is how you see me?" she examined her fingers, her wrists, then some long locks of her hair.

"You are more beautiful," I answered. The impact of my words crossing over drew her eyes back to me. It was the magic of hearing for the normally deaf girl. I concentrated, peeled back some fantasy and attached a realistic form to Sikia. Tadêfi followed my gaze.

"Your hair," she addressed her guardian, "... it is lighter than I imagined."

Sikia said something I couldn't understand, muffled as it was by my dreaming.

"I cannot hear you, but I see you through his eyes," the augur carried on her conversation. They touched. It had to be somewhat bizarre for Sikia. As she reached for Tadêfi's hand, her friend intercepted the extended member. Their fingers intertwined before completing the journey to the guardian's lips.

"Don't cry ... no, we couldn't have ... no, we shouldn't have knocked him out sooner. I don't think he was aware of this discipline when we first met. Were you, Cáel?"

"No. Perhaps if I had understood more about the consequences of seeing ghosts, I might have ..." I tapered off. "Now that we know. I can try this more often."

"Your health?" Tadêfi worried.

"I might be immortal," I confessed. I was confessing because I was desperately seeking a way to share some of my genetic quirkiness with her ~ some strength to carry her through this pregnancy and spare her life, Dot Ishara be damned.

"And you would seek a way to spare me," she graced me with her gentle presence. Lying in the 'spirit' world was a whole lot tougher than in the flesh.

"Yeah. I've got some arcane lore rattling around in my head, plus I have a few outside sources I can ask for help. I'm not giving up on you."

"I have foreseen my death."

"Well ... un-foresee it," I scolded her. "Dot Ishara told me we see what might happen, though nothing is guaranteed. So even your death isn't an absolute. Since it hasn't happened, I see no reason to let it happen. You are going to live to hold our daughter. If not ... my immortality is worthless."

"You can never save everyone. Sometimes you must let a few go to save the rest," she advised.

"If I find someone I'm not attached to, I'll let them go. I promise. Until then, I'm ... ugh ... I'm fading ... and I'm keeping you."

"We shall see," she murmured. I fell back into my body and into wakefulness.

"Now we have sex," Tadêfi announced in a melodic voice.

"He is ready to perform," Sikia agreed. She was fondling my balls with one hand while her breath played across my rod. I sat up to see the augur climbing up the bed between my thighs. She kissed my glans, licked across its top, then kissed it again.

"I've got it from here," she told Sikia.

"What?" Sikia was confused. Tadêfi's lips began to engulf my cockhead.

"Sikia, come here," I gently pulled on her arm. She was conflicted yet up some came.

We started out with tender kisses on the lips. I kept drawing her toward me. My lips and tongue migrated down her chin and throat to her breasts. When she thought my target was her breasts, she was all onboard. That was a mere stop-off point on my journey, though I played around for a while.

At the same time, I had to use subtle movements with my hips and clenches with my gluts to school Tadêfi on her fellatio. Thankfully, I was doubly-blessed. This wasn't my first time schooling two girls at once and Tadêfi could determine more from such minimal reactions due to her heightened sense of my muscle contractions through her touch than any other woman I'd ever met.

When I began running my tongue in large lashes underneath her breasts, I confused Sikia once more. She was resistant as my hands on her hips pulled her higher so that my lips and teeth could tease her taut stomach while I twirled my tongue in her belly button. She giggled.

I had been slowly wiggling down the bed, backing Tadêfi up, so when it came time to mount Sikia on my face, I had the headboard room. I kept her muscular thighs securely in hand because the moment I had her happy, I pushed her up. She looked down, seeking guidance and I motioned her to turn around. She did the eye-ball math, realized she'd be facing her augur, and hastily obeyed. Of course, her movement on the bed alerted Tadêfi through mattress vibrations.

Sikia was sitting on my face, leaning down so she could run her hands through Tadêfi's hair and along her face and lips (and my phallus). I kept my hands pressed between our bodies. My right made the sojourn to my pubic area to play around and give them both something else to suck on - my fingers. My left loitered around between Sikia's breasts and her clitoris when my lips were otherwise occupied.

I could cup her clit with my tongue in a U-shape, rubbing it along my taste buds. Most of my time was taken up with my tongue broad lashing her vulva or tightly-twisted and delving into her vagina and my nose pushing against her brown hole. I could tilt myself up so I could make tongue-intrusions into her back passage as well. The first time, she squealed.

Before she could decide if she wanted to make me stop (she did - virtually all first timers always default to asking their partner to stop, so you have to distract them), Tadêfi wanted to know what had brought her reaction on. Then came Sikia's troubled revelation of what I was doing, how the augur shouldn't suffer through it ... despite the increasing pleasure she was receiving, only to finally be unable to supply the answer as to why Tadêfi shouldn't experience it too.

Sikia shot me a treasured look of bewilderment. I'd brought her to orgasm with my tongue alone. I was a guy after all.

"Switch?" I suggested. Tadêfi was still administering one of the slowest, most considerate blowjobs I'd ever experienced. She wasn't rushing toward anything. Sure, she was unschooled, but was devoting her incredible sensitivities to my pleasure and taking pleasure in her ability to bring me to such excitement.

"Change places?" she mused. "Okay." Tadêfi's lips slid off me with one final, loud 'pop', then she used her spider-like fingers to climb up my body while Sikia traveled south. She lavished butterfly kisses on my face ~ childish, yet so very appropriate between us ~ and I mirrored the gesture.

With some reluctance, she mounted me, facing Sikia. My tongue flicking across her clit on its first exploration brought out a joyous gasp. It only got better from there.

[THE LONG SLIDE INTO DOMESTIC LIFE]

"Twins?" Hana snuggled into my arms. We were at her place, naked in bed together after a late late-night unscheduled meeting with some VIPs. Despite the late/early hour, she was alert - tense even. It had been a mentally stimulating late night encounter which had brought me to her bed.

"Yes. That is what Tadêfi predicted," I inserted between raining kisses down on her forehead. Hana liked non-distracting attention when she was in this kind of mood. She was exhausting herself mentally as she was building up to being amorous.

"Ana-Călina and Árpád?" she worked over the names on her tongue. "They have a special meaning?"

"Only if you are Hungarian and Romanian," I teased her. She elbowed me slightly. "Árpád was the semi-mystical pagan warlord who led the Ten Tribes who became known as the Hungarians ~ the Magyar peoples ~ into the Carpathian Basin - present day Hungary. Ana-Călina was born a Byzantine princess of the storied House of Basarab; she married Radu Negru, thus becoming the first Princess of a free Wallachia ~ the foundation for a free Romania. She was also the great-grandmother of Dracula."

"So they are famous names with regional historical significance ... did they live long, happy lives?"

"Árpád - no one knows for sure. His kids were quarrelsome, but they did manage to found a dynasty at the start of the second millennia which ruled for three centuries."

"Ana-Călina ... yeah. I think so," I continued. "She lived into her seventies and her eldest son left his country stronger, richer and safer than when he received it. She did out live her husband by over fifty years ... and got to see her youngest grandson bury most of his rivals - the kids from her husband's first marriage."

"Ah - what?" Hana rose up until we were eye to eye. Since she was naked, her boobs swayed slightly as she did so. My eye flickered. "Eyes forward, Mister," she playfully barked. "What happened to all her other grandsons?"

"Wallachia in the 15th century was a tad rough and tumble," I evaded.

"They killed one another?"

"Mostly they were killed by conspiracies amongst their boyars - nobles of the time."

"Why does ... Tadêfi want to dredge up these names again?" she kept eye contact.

"Not a clue," I pleaded.

"But you think it is important?"

"No. I think you are important. Screw Fate. It can name its own kids. We can chose whatever names make you happy ... except 'Up'. Up's been taken."

"You've named another of your offspring 'Up'? That's cruel ... or does that mean something in another language I'm unaware of?" she shifted her shoulders so her boobs wobbled again. Of course, I broke eye contact. I hadn't had sex in HOURS and her boobies were RIGHT THERE, damn it!

"Actually, Pamela and I named this secret agent in Hungary that, just to fuck with his head," I divulged.

"Oh. Pamela. I should have known," she slowly smiled. "You are being very well behaved," she added. Woot! She noticed I wasn't throwing her down and pawing her delectable flesh. "One more thing before the nookie."

"Name them. Their dead," I pledged.

"Not necessary," her sigh turned into a giggle. "If I'm going to be having twins, I'm going to be rather big come late March. We need an earlier wedding date."

OH FUCK ME!

"What do you have in mind?" I tried to keep the creeping dread out of my voice.

"New Year's Day?" she suggested. I did a quick calculation. That was annihilating 78 days out of what remained of my bachelor life. In 114 days my life would cease having any meaning whatsoever. I'd be a Mr. to someone's Mrs. THE END

"Sure, I can arrange to be killed before then," stumbled out of my mouth.

"What was that?" Hana pouted.

"Nothing Dear. Cosmic psychic intersection with an Alû-demon; don't know what came over me," I fibbed.

"Man up," Hana bit my nose. "Our marriage won't be that bad if we both work at it. It isn't like I'm demanding celibacy from you." Then she mouthed 'yet'.

"Wait. Did you mean celibacy - as in no fun at all, or monogamy - as in only 'happy time' with you?" I desperately sought clarification.

"Oh," she pursed her lips. "I meant monogamy. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh, thank goodness," I sighed.

"Here," her gaze turned tender. "Let me make it up to you." Hana placed one hand on my shoulder and rose up my body until my face was gently nestled in her bosom. Then she wiggled back and forth ... basically because I'm a big baby and easy to please. I was alternating which nipple I was kissing in no time.

"Mmmm," she murmured. "I've missed you." Her other hand's fingernails coasted down my abdomen and found 'Mr. Happy' had risen to attention. Okay, he'd been hopping up and down on my groin since she'd said we were 'going to bed' 30 minutes ago. Hana decided wrap up my shaft with her hand, then applied a few tender strokes. I reciprocated by cupping her left tit in one hand, forming a mound with her areola at the center, and began to twirl from the outside inward to her hardened nipple with just the tip of my tongue.

It was 4 a.m. Why was I taking it slow when I had my final work review with Katrina in three hours? Hana deserved this and more. Why was Hana doing it? She was her own boss, plus her life was careening wildly outside of anything she'd imagined before she'd first laid eyes on me. Half of the financial empire she shared with her father was suddenly in the hands of a military dictatorship, her beloved father was dealing with the murder of her hated step-brother and she was marrying a Prince in a European cathedral which required someone high in the Vatican's approval process to use.

Yeah, her life had gone nuts. Worse, she loved me. And I wasn't the kind of man she ever thought she'd love. She'd thought she'd never love anyone again after her life with her asshole of an ex-husband and their bitter, contentious divorce. I was barely someone she could classify, and Hana was a terribly ordered and organized person. Saying my life was messy was being generous. I was some mysterious warrior-diplomat-playboy-aristocrat who hung out with people more bizarre than me.

Hana picked up her tempo. I switched breasts. Her motor was really starting to hum. Any other night, I could have moved straight to revving her up to an orgasm. I had the time to make it two without any problems. A good one and Hana would be happy and drift off to sleep. Instead, I intuited she wanted more, so we developed our own game of cat and mouse with her climax, and its suspension, being our ultimate goal.

My left hand danced down the back of her ribcage like playing keys on a piano. It was a light, teasing gesture. Her hair the color of tarnished gold cascaded down as she began placing her own kisses upon my crown. Each move by one partner evoked a response by the other. Hana ran my glans over her glistening labia, getting it nice and slick. I worked down her waist, cupped her butt, and then glided over her thigh to the back of her knee where I started tickling her. She snickered.