Lucas Tigana

The conclaves political maneuvering and planning has another of Zaraya's disciples on a mission of his own. Lucas, the rightful heir of a conquered kingdom looks at the people whose support he needs to win back his birthright with hidden guilt and frustration. The representative of the Conclave Sovereign casting a shadow of doubt on his intentions and the intentions of his backers in taking back the Tiganan throne.

‘’Kid if we are going to base a rebellion on you we will damn well need to trust you," Old man Tigan Summerset says bluntly, old nobility and a man that was at odds with my father on many issues.

"What my friend here is asking is what can you bring to the table besides your name and your bloodline? We have been planning this and gathering our forces and making plans to take back our nation for years now and we’ve paved our small successes in blood. We have had to kill some of our own put under pressure and acting as double agents against us to save their loved ones and many other things besides.

"No offence meant my prince but you are but a young man who has disappeared for many years and we haven’t been around in our hours of need. For two years we looked for you and found no sign and n way to use you even as a figurehead to stir up rebellion. Now you come back home with very little notice after years away, from a place we have neither heard of nor find on maps and expect us to follow you because of the name you bare. Surely you understand our scepticism even though your identity is confirmed.’’ Prime Chancellor Gavriel Guy, a wizard of incredible power and the only reason Tigana lasted as long as it did against the Whalish invaders all those years ago.

I’ve wondered why the Conclave never tried to recruit and his statement confirms that they never even approached him, he has never even heard of the Conclave before. I look around at the six men and women nodding to his stated points with a serious expression. "I understand some of scepticism and you would be remiss in your duties as people fighting to regain our nation had you not been able to ask the hard questions. But my blood is that of Lord Jean Tigana himself, my earliest rearing I received at the knee of my grandmother The Daughter of Storm, Tempest Tigana. My father, mother, aunts and uncles were publicly executed. All my father’s concubines taken as slaves, my sisters raped and sold off by the invaders, my brothers scattered and killed, none of whom born of the Queen, none of whom legitimate claimants to the throne while I still live.’’ I look at all of them one at a time and none dares dispute my claim.

"Yet my cousin Berenson sits on the throne and knowing him I doubt it is by choice, what has your rebellion been able to accomplish in the years of my exile? Do you even know anything about our enemies besides the fact that they are allied with our Whalish neighbours? I don’t most of you personally nor do you know me so you cannot attest to my character but I see you Master Welson, was it not under your care that the royal children receive tutoring? Have you forgotten the character I’ve always portrayed?’’

‘’In my mind it has never been in doubt that you are a true son of Tigana, I’m just waiting for these old fools to see it as well," Weldon says standing with arms outstretched.

He enfolds me in his arms and I suppress a sigh of relief, I only pretend to know what I’m always talking about but half the time I really don’t. But when I was told my first Conclave mission was to take back my home and liberate it from Whales I nearly jumped for joy in my excitement. I’m not sure I believe all this opening of the Gates and this Circle organization but I have funding, mercenaries I can thrust without having to pay, expertise, and now the support of the bastion of the last remaining rebellious organization of my people.

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Sachihiro

According to my little spy back home all my mates have recently started visiting the Brothel at the Conclave on a semi-regular basis. I don't know how to feel about that because I knew intimately that they are likely getting fucked out of their minds. I also know that the Brothel is more a form of sexual infirmary than a whorehouse and so is necessary for helping build a successful marriage.

Men that visit the Brothel and allow their wives to visit the Brothel have a generally healthier marriage life than those that don't. Apparently, my entire family with kids and all have now moved to the Den Compound and Ingwe has immediately started taking the supplementary lessons given at the Brothel to married men and women wanting to discover and learn more about their sexuality.

I've been used as a prop at one of those classes before and the part where the women practice on me how to properly suck a cock was very interesting to me at the time. I feel like I've taken a sour pill imagining Ingwe sucking some acolyte's cock yet at the same time I do know how necessary to Brothel is in modern society.

Ingwe was a virgin and if she only knows the things I like she may never fully discover the sexual being she was mental to be by nature. Kuyoki was also a virgin and likely considered a prude by her people but she is generally a very horny lady if somewhat reluctant to pursue a cock when she feels like one. That one could suffer in silence if she wanted to but occasionally she does seek me out for sex.

Knowing she is now someone's client and experiencing new things with someone else I've been hesitant to do to her is karma for all the things I've been taking pleasure from doing to other men's wives.

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Shea

As soon as I feel him near my heart rate increases and I'm tempted to leave the patient I'm currently seeing so I can rush over to him. It's been years, how could he have gone for so many years after only being my husband for a few months?

"Can you come see to my patient? Something has come up." I send to Candice and excuse myself from the young man holding his split hand together.

I rush out of the infirmary and I run towards where I can feel his blood sing to me from. "Your father is back!" I send to Aurora as I feel her somewhere in the market area but I don't diverge to explain to her any further.

All pretence of maintained dignity is gone as I practically flow through the streets aiming for the receiving area by the gates like an arrow, little bursts of ultra speed launching me toward now and again as my racial traits come to the fore. People that can get out of my way do so, people that can't find themselves stumbling away from my path.

I'm running towards my husband and I don't know whether to kick his ass or kiss him I'm so excited! He turns towards me as he passes into the checkpoint, a grumpy looking Iki already at his side and we are in each other's arms kissing passionately a moment later.

My arms are wrapped around his neck, my legs around his waist and I'm eating him, I'm eating him with my mouth. He holds me tight, squeezing my rump as we kiss, still as perverted as ever I'm glad to notice. I separate and look at him sternly in the eyes and the cheeky man looks back with that silly grin. "I'm home." He says in a low husky voice.

"Yes, and you have a lot to make up for," I say before going for his neck and sinking my fangs deep into his vein.

He grunts as I make it painful with my saliva, he deserved that. But I suck in his blood and he moans in pleasure as I change my saliva to make him feel good. "I missed feeding you." He sends to me as I feast on his blood.

His blood tastes a bit different, has a bit of the smokey tang I associate with sorcery than it did when he left. And there is a little bit more something else in his blood as well, a buff of some kind to boost his performance maybe. Otherwise, there is nothing new in his blood and yes it's him, it's definitely my Sachi come back home.