The Mother is one of the minor gods in the Althaen pantheon, even though she is the wife of the head of the pantheon and mother of several of the gods that have more power than her. She is known to be the reason why the Father is more forgiving of the young than he would otherwise be. She rarely has temples dedicated to just her but often has shrines in the temples of her children and her husband’s temples always have a shrine to her. Her primary domains are Mercy, Motherhood, Family, and Life.

Adrian

“Anyways, she is overly attached to me from all she has seen of me in due to her magic while they tried to break her” I say to break away from the subject.

“Does she have any combat potential?”

“Some illusions and she does have foxfire. But she is better at finding things and avoiding battles than helping win them.”

K frowns at that. She prefers straight up combat to subterfuge and I don’t think that will change anytime soon.

“And the elves?”

“I don’t know what they currently can do but the Talia I knew was a good swordswoman and knew how to use magic to augment it. Lysan practiced both Arcane and Divine magic and could do things you nor Ria knew how to.

She is also far shyer than her sister and just wanted to follow me around.”

“You like Lysan more than her sister, don’t you?”

“It’d be wrong for me to play favorites” I say to evade the question. The last thing I need is them fighting with each other over who gets the most affection.

“Are the strange drinks from your world?”

“Yes, and that is. . .” I begin and continue on to describe other foods, drinks, and entertainment that I can now remember for the rest of our walk back to the others.

Bryan

I’ve gotten used to Adrian running off to take care of stuff but something is bothering me about how he acted and like always my patron has been quiet aside from his advice that this is the best possible outcome.

At the moment I am sitting in the front room of the shoddy hut that my friend apparently built. None of the werewolves have done anything to Abagail or me aside from the teenage male giving us dirty looks. The only answer I’ve gotten out of them is that I’m Adrian’s prisoner so he’ll decide what to do with me.

I haven’t seen Ria since the crazy girl my friend is apparently sleeping with dragged her into a back room but I never heard a struggle back there so I can only assume she is still there. I don’t know why but one of the two adult women also keep me from that room.

The werewolves talk amongst themselves and aside from confirming that the teen male has some anger problems I haven’t understood anything that they have said.

So all I have really done is sit and wait for my friend to return. The werewolves haven’t even given us any food, but they also have not eaten at all in the time that I’ve been here. While I can handle the hunger well enough, Abagail has not been as good of a sport over it and has asked and been ignored multiple times.

Eventually though the door to the outside world opens for someone other than the few lycanthropes that still live in this place.

Adrian walks in and Abagail immediately speaks up, “could you tell these people that we are in fact allowed to eat?”

“You haven’t eaten? Why didn’t you just eat from the supplies I packed” he says and before Abagail retorts I say, “Ria has them and we haven’t seen here since that werewolf girl took her to another room.”

His face goes blank for a moment, before he asks, “has she been there the entire time I was gone?”

“Yes” I answer and Adrian immediately becomes concerned. He really has come to care for Ria in the last month.

A case of soda and several bags of chips and a box of cookies appears in his hands. He places them on the table and all I can do is stare at the junk food from our home. “How?” is all I can say and think as the pile of food grows.

Adrian

“Dragon magic” is all I say as Bryan and Abagail begin to eat.

I can’t do this all the time, I have a lot of food sitting in Void Cache but most of it is not so ready to eat. This sort of luxury unlike all the flour, fruit and vegetables aren’t something I can restock in this world. Still, they deserve to enjoy something for the first time since arriving in this world.

As I turn to the only room that I bothered to separate from the rest of the hut I compare my current friend to the one right before I must have traveled back in time. I think he is far more proficient with divine magic than before, though the me I ate was far too busy trying to get a way out of the Althaen’s custody to have all the information that I need for a full comparison. Swordplay might be about the same but his skill in the arcane is far lower and he lacks combat experience.

Should I get him to perform that shadow lichdom again? I should have paid more attention to the circle he made. At least this time I should be able to help correct the mistakes that must have been made.

I look over to Kylana, and say “the nearby remnants of those that attacked us are dead.”

“What of those that went missing?”

“There was no sign of them” Kythia answers for me and I nod before adding, “the leader of the Althaen said that they were sent to a different location, one on the edge of the woods near Daerth.”

“When will you be ready to head out again” Analais asks.

“Tomorrow, do you have any new information?” He probably did more scouting while I was out.

“All I found is where Ragnar and the other hunters got ambushed. Some were killed but others including Ragnar appear to have been captured”

“You couldn’t track them?” I ask.

“If they didn’t end up using a short-range teleportation maybe, but as you know I am terrible with magic.”

I nod, that is probably one of the few ways to get away from him. At least I know the rough location of where they were most likely sent to. Now how did my past self not end up overhearing any information on them teleporting prisoners?

K follows me into the back room. There on the only piece of furniture that I did pull out of Void Cache is Ria who looks back at me. Immediately her tails begin to wag as she pushes the remnants of food she ate while she waited off of the bed.

“Can I be let go now?” she asks.

“Was it even necessary that you tie her up?” I ask.

“Of course, it was” K answers as I walk over to the kitsune.

The rope that still holds her in place is actually easily disposed of and I can see that Ria aside from eating did not even try to escape in the half a day that she has been sitting here.

“Kythia, come and sit. We all have some things to talk about.”

K nods and does as I ask though she does give Ria a dirty look as she does so. She does not like Ria. This was a problem last time; how did it get resolved then? K just started getting along with her after beating a spine into Ria. . .

Can I get the same thing to happen again? Probably not, Ria doesn’t have quite the same personality this time around. . .

“You seem slightly different, and when did you learn this language?” Ria asks.

“So, you don’t see everything with your divination. The short of it is that I’ve somehow managed to travel backwards in time” I answer.

“Then are you the one I’ve been foreseeing or was it the other you?”

“The answer to that is yes. You have probably been seeing both. My past self for the events prior to now and me for anything that happened after this point in time.”

Ria looks at me skeptically before saying, “time travel cost too much energy to be done and your magic would kill you if you used it.”

“I don’t remember the how of it and I am sure I am not the one responsible for it.”

“What happened to your past self, and do you have any proof you are who you say?” Ria almost growls out.

“Absorption, I think that is the best way to word it. That is all that happened to me so I can’t be the one responsible for the magic that sent me back here. As for proof if I wasn’t me do you think that Kythia would let me do this?”

As soon as I finish the question I pull K to me and kiss her before slipping my hand under her shirt and squeeze a breast. K not only acts submissively to my sudden advance but also smirks at the kitsune and snuggles closer to me.

Ria stares at me for a moment as if thinking, considering if there is any chance that my K would allow anyone to do this but me as I simply enjoy the soft firmness of her upper torso. A moment later, Ria jumps at me and gives me a kiss while her tails wag faster and faster as I return her advances.

Then K has to ruin the feeling of enjoying both of them simultaneously by growling and pushing Ria off of me. I suppose that it is too soon for me to have both of them at the same time.

I flip K and me over so that she is prone and whisper in her ear, “no, Ria is going to be your den sister. You can help her become a stronger woman but you can’t deny her the privileges of that position.”

“You’re not in charge of domestic. . .”

I bite her ear and manage to mumble, “I’m the dominant one between us.”

After a moment she nods and I let her go, and lick the back of her ear.

“I’m still in charge of domestic affairs” K says with a voice that I’ve not heard from her but is one I can tell is to go well if I don’t give in to her demand.

“Of course, but there are a few things that I won’t allow; you can’t deny your den sister’s their rights and privileges I give them. You get a say before they become your den sister but once they are you must treat them as such.”

“You’re definitely Adrian but you’re different too” Ria says while pressing herself against me while hugging me.

“I’m different in a good way. Now do you have any questions?” I ask as K softens the growl she begins to let out before catching herself.

“When are you going to go save the elven girls?”

“Tomorrow morning, tonight I plan on doing what you’ve been begging for me to do for a month.”

K’s growling grows louder and I know she is not happy though calms as I give her a kiss and return my hand to where it was before. Ria however does not pay any attention to K’s growl as her tails wag faster.

“Really? Why didn’t you earlier?” Ria asks.

“Self-doubt, guilt, some morals, a lack of confidence, the list goes on. But I got over those long before I ended up getting thrown back in time. So, now I’m more than willing to take you for a ride if that is what you want.”

Ria’s tails wag faster as she smiles and asks, “Kythia, do you want to share our mate tonight?”

K doesn’t immediately respond but I can see how she does not want to and whisper in her ear, “you don’t have to, you can have your own time with me all to yourself. Also, since it is her first time I think she should get my full attention.”

She doesn’t seem like she would handle being there as I do this. It probably is a mistake to do this now but Ria has been aching to let me have her every day for weeks and I think she deserves it as much as my K does.

“No, I think I’ll get everything ready for tomorrow” she half whispers.

I can tell she doesn’t like this but has accepted it. I’ll make it up to her later, but for now. . .

I pull out a second case of soda, and pass it to her along with one of Damû Rámeri’s books that are on simpler subjects. This one should be on the draining of life, or was it animation? “Here, Kythia, you may have to ask Kylana for help with the language but I think you’ll enjoy it.”

She stares at the book for a moment before asking excitedly, “is that a book from the Blood Elf?”

I nod, that is one of the titles that he called himself in them. As soon as I do so she smiles and gives me a very affectionate kiss before running off to read the book, not even remembering the case of soda that I pulled out for her. I wonder if she’s developed the thirst for knowledge that lead her to love me the first time for a moment before turning my attention to my other canine companion.

SC

As soon as our eyes meet I see the loving devotion that I can remember waking up to every morning for weeks. My arms slide around her waist as I pull her to me and kiss her.

She is softer in my arms than K, shapelier and if I’m not mistaken her breasts are bigger, but that may just be that she is shorter than my K. As my hands begin to explore her curved body, her own slip under my shirt. Her light touch passing over the muscle definition that I gained in my training here.

She stops for a moment as I begin to pull her shirt off and tosses it aside, her bosom bouncing slightly as she aids me in doing so. I immediately begin to touch her bare chest, committing every detail to memory as I give her twin peaks all the attention they so deserve. I trail kisses down the neck of my kitsune as she let’s out a light moan as we descend to the bed.

As my mouth reaches the current focus of my attention, I latch onto her hardened nipple and nibble on it drawing more noise from her. I suck on her breast while playing with the nipple for nearly a minute before doing the same to it’s twin. The whole time Ria hold my head to her chest even as she rubs her thighs together beneath me.

I separate myself from her, much to her displeasure until she sees me remove and toss my shirt aside, her eyes scan over my body before fixating on the bulge in my jeans.

I slide my hands down her sides before slipping them into her pants. My right hand goes between he legs to find that she is already wet and more than willing to continue. My left runs along the base of her tails as I get a feel of her rear.

Ria let’s out a begging whimper as I withdraw my hands. I unbutton and then drop my pants and underwear before reaching to strip her of the rest of her clothes. A moment later I look at my very naked lover to be as she spreads her legs invitingly, her tails thumping against the mattress.

I trail kisses along her inner thigh until I reach my goal. For a second I think of trying out her taste but the throbbing pulse of my desire urges me to move past the foreplay, and she is more than wet enough.

I slide the rest of the way up to look at Ria as I prepare to finally give her what she has been aching for. Her folds part with little resistance as my tip enters. Ria's tail stop thumping as I slowly advance, both to allow her to get used to me and for me to enjoy the softness of her body.

I pause for a moment when I reach the barrier that is her maidenhead before I pull back and slam into it, breaking it and hilting myself within her. I give Ria another kiss and caress what I think is the nerve cluster for her tails to distract from the pain even as her nails claw into my back. I try to stay still, but can’t help but make small movements with my hips.

She’s tight but not the same way as my K. Smoother and with less resistance, one that let’s me enjoy myself rather than milking me for my seed. I like both and really want to show Ria how much I like hers right now. . .

Soon enough but agonizingly long for me, Ria becomes used to my girth and pulls on me as she whispers, “you can start moving.”

I smile and enjoy how I can feel her voice vibrate my length a bit, just as her own breath forces her flesh to shift around me a bit. I run my hand over Ria’s cheek before making my first real thrust into her, a gentle soft thrust to get started and I am soon rewarded with Ria matching my rhythm as I hammer my shape into her with a slowly increasing tempo.

The thump of her tails and the creek of the bedspring sound like a drumroll to the inevitable conclusion of our actions. I can feel her tightening around me, just as I get closer and closer to dyeing her forever my color. As our need of release grows so to does our grip on each other’s bodies, both of us trying to get as much of me inside of her as we can, ignoring the fact I’m as deep inside her as possible as our tempo increases faster and faster.

I strive to last as long as I possibly can, to get my lover to cry out my name in coital bliss as I bring her over the edge first but I get the feeling that she is doing the same, though I know not why. Just before I can hold back no more I feel her begin to flutter around my manhood, she screams out my name while arcing he back lifting me upwards for a fraction of a second before I cease to hold back.

I bite down on her left shoulder, and groan as I begin to dump everything I have into her. The taste of iron fills my mouth and my vision dims. A second passes, and then another as my entire being is devoted to pumping my lover full of my seed.

I take a breath and detach myself from Ria’s bleeding shoulder to see my newest mate smiling when my orgasm ends. A moment later I find myself in a kiss, it last only a moment as both of us are already out of breath but to second our lips touch, a sensation forms in the back of my mind. A link that I can only assume is between Ria and me.

I can feel joy and happiness from her as well as a sensation of completeness before a phantom tingling on my tailbone and a warm tingling spreading from my belly. No, not from my body, Ria’s body.

Her body begins to glow slightly as I both watch and feel a third tail grow. With its arrival is a growth spurt as over a few seconds she grows a few more inches in height as well as her waist and bust. All the while I am still sheathed within her, feeling of her body making movements that aren’t normally possible. I quickly find myself hard again and begin thrusting to both of our pleasure but this round lacks any sort of endurance and I soon let out another albeit smaller flood into Ria.

A moment later, both of us collapse on the bed content to bask in our afterglow. At least for a bit as both of us focus on the newly formed bond. I can feel her emotions and to a lesser extent my own touch as I run my hands down her body.

A short few minutes pass before Ria rolls over and while trailing a finger across my chest asks, “can I have thirds?”

I let how my manhood quickly begins to poke against the trail of white fluid slowly running down her inner thigh speak for itself . . .