Sachihiro

‘’Katya, come,’’ I send as I get out of bed with the urge to climax without the effort usually necessary to achieve an orgasm through sex. I sidle out from between Cicilia and Mira’s naked bodies and out from the single forest bear skin blanket. A gift from my brother from one of the dungeon creatures apparently, I definitely need to go see Daewon before we leave the continent.

I’m already yawning sitting at the foot f the bed as Katya comes in silently with her kept down demurely and someones drying jism still on her cheek. I frown at that and for a second the thought of no longer permitting anyone else but me to use her enters my mind, but to be honest she’d probably be miserable if not used thoroughly enough.

‘’Who were you with just now?’’ I send as she tiptoes to me on her beautiful bare feet wearing her shimmering see-through nightgown that accentuates her pink nipples and figure beautifully.

‘’Rigdis Master,’’ she says as she stands before me. Her head held down submissively as she awaits my instructions. With me spending the night with Mira it’s no wonder Rigs called Katya, and I really can’t blame him for not letting Katya get properly clean with how I probably called her while they were still busy. I'm annoyed though, annoyed enough to want to give him a slap or two but that would spiral into a fight and one of us would have to die or leave.

‘’Suck me,’’ I send as the politics of a large family quench some of the hunger I previously had for a good orgasm inside someone's mouth to start my day. It’s a shame I didn’t get a chance to have a little ‘spar' with Rigs yesterday but the opportunity will present itself.

She is on her knees in a moment rubbing my thighs and groin area to get me ready and sensitive as she knows I like. I’m hard but my cock is quite short right now which means she wants my cock to be short right now. She licks with a warm tongue from my perineum up to my balls a few times whiles holding my cock out of her way without neglecting to stroke it lightly.

She licks from my balls to the head of my cock, wetting the underside thoroughly before swallowing the head with a sigh of bliss that makes me throb in her mouth. It isn’t just the fact that she’s good at what she’s doing that makes me value her so much and have her suck my cock almost every morning. Any of my wives could suck my cock and they do daily, but with the connection between us, I feel her more deeply than I do anyone else.

Not something I've told my wives, of course, I'm a smart man after all. But I feel Katya’s genuine pleasure as she sucks her master’s cock and that above everything else is what turns me on so much about this experience. She swallows the entire cock comfortably all the way down to the base and sucks gently, swallowing audibly as though drinking something wholesome as my semen oozes out of me generously.

She loves that as well of course, that she gets to be fed from my cock directly as we’ve all realised there is something nutritious about semen and seed, at least my seed. If the kids ever find out what’s put into their porridge I’d probably be lynched but Shea doesn’t compromise on her families growth as even Katya’s blood is part of the courses we eat on an almost daily basis.

The size of my cock allows her to comfortably suck, nibble, lick and do an entire range of things without putting any strain on her throat or her jaw. I hold my orgasm in and let her enjoy herself as she sucks loudly. Waking up Mira who recognises the sounds for what they are before sliding from where she was to cuddle intimately with Cci.

Before this sexual energy thing happened my mates never used to be sexual with each other besides Shea and Mira. Nowadays though Shea and Thandeka fuck all the time while Mira bounces from bed to bed following where I go and sleeping with whomever I choose to sleep with without even a request. And she’s handsy during sex, touching not just me but my partners as well.

So far only Isis seemed uncomfortable and angry enough to chase the little troublemaker from her bed.

*

Michael

‘’Achaeans are some of the old things that own the world.’’

‘’Yes, one of the oldest species f beings in existence.’’

‘’Wow,’’ says John wide-eyed as though he had never even imagined the prospect of visiting a being so old that was still alive. The prospect sounds interesting I won’t lie, but I’ve just been married and the entire family has been packing for a big trip south.

‘’What do they want with me again?’’ I ask just to make sure they have the right guy but Sachihiro is here with his arms folded over his chest and a serious look on his face so I know this isn’t a joke.

‘’You are one of the chosen of the Conclave that Master Elder Apaios the First has deemed worthy to be invited,’’ the tall grey-shrouded serious aura pushing messenger says again.

I look at Sachi standing behind the strange man but he is as stoic as a stone, I look at John but he just shrugs already distracted thinking about these beings I may get to see. I look back at the messenger seeing that I’m not getting any help or clarification from these two.

‘’But I don’t know any Master Elder Apaios,’’ I say to the messenger never having really familiarised myself with the big wigs of the Conclave, not that I’ve seen a ‘’who’s who’’ list written anywhere now that I think abou-

‘’Regardless I am his messenger and I have brought a reliable witness who is also a part of the Conclave to confirm my validity. Now will you accept the summons or will you refuse the order?’’ The messenger asks almost dispassionately, but I can somehow still feel the threat conveyed if I dare to refuse the order.

I look at Saya’s dad again and he seems slightly grimmer faced now than he was a moment ago. ‘’So you are sure this Apaios person is in a high enough position to boss me around?’’ I ask Sachihiro.

‘’Everyone in the Conclave is in a position to boss you around,’’ he says casually.

‘’I mean-‘’

‘’I know what you mean and yes, it really doesn’t get much higher than the Old Man if it gets higher at all.’’ He says with those unwavering eyes of his on me in that way he does.

I nod and look at the messenger again. ‘’So I’ve been chosen by these Achaeans?’’ I ask again to confirm I am hearing everything correctly and understanding.

‘’Yes,’’ the man says smoothly with infinite patience. I nod, we were supposed to go to the dungeon today but if this is as serious as it actually seems I don't think I'll make it. It's a shame because apparently a lot of strings were pulled to get John and Edward permission to enter from the Paradisum route before they fight their tenth and final challenges.

‘’So what is an Achaean again?’’ I ask.

*

Sachihiro

‘’So what is an Achaean again?’’

This is not the day I thought I would be having when I woke this morning. I think to myself even as I pay close attention to everything the messenger is doing and evaluating every nuance of its ability that I can. I believe the thing to be some sort of spirit or construct instead of an actual living being. But every which way I look at it still I come back with hundred percentage certainty that it’s a genuine messenger from the Conclave, but I’ve never even heard of anyone summoned like this before.

‘’Archaeans are some of the oldest beings on the worlds and beyond, little is known of them except that they are called Undying as well as Immortal.’’ The thing says to a Michael who is completely obvious to the true nature of the thing he talks to.

To be honest I’ve never heard of Archaeans either before I received the summons a few minutes before I brought this thing here to deliver its second message to my home. I’ve apparently been chosen by the Old Man to be some part of a select group to be trained by these Archaeans. My heart is beating in excited joy at the prospect of being in anything recommended by the Old Man who thought me how to summon.

But also my responsibilities call me here with my family, now more than ever that the Conclave is starting to move. This strange messenger is just the first, I expect the Conclave to mobilise the army of specialists it’s been creating and get on with whatever the plan was to protect Gaia.

‘’I will have to think about this summons, by when can I came my final decision?’’ he asks? Smart of him to not immediately reject or accept such a summons. I’m not sure what he knows of the Conclave hierarchy but he doesn’t seem to wholefully consider himself part of the Conclave, but he does feel indebted.

The messenger hands him a golden cylinder similar to my own, ‘’you have eighty three hours remaining to decide. ‘’ It says with a bow before retreating the way it came. ‘’No need to walk me out,’’ it sends even as it disappears before all my senses.

‘’That’s not a lot of time to make a decision like this.’’ He says looking at me, cylinder already opened and envelope held gingerly unopened in his hand.

‘’No, it isn’t,’’ I say showing him my own envelope with my name at the front written in what I suspect is my blood. By the scent and resonance of it I think it very likely to be my blood.