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"...If it is something you want to talk about, I will listen." Anahel was going to be his wife, it was natural he wanted to know more about her. Who she was now, who she used to be. He did not know if it was a happy life though, so he would not push too hard. It was also unclear just how much she remembered at the moment. He was still curious about older, safer questions. If she remembered when and where she lived, if she might still have family or descendants out there? There was no harm talking a few minutes before doing what they both really wanted to do now. This was the best time to have that talk, private, resting.

Maxim kept watching, an angelic figure, but with a much less angelic appearance. He wanted to see where this went. "You will have to wait for another night, Sarnia. I will be with Anahel tonight." The other woman stood up, gathered her clothes, looked up at Anahel. "I accept your victory. Have fun, rival. I will get my turn another time. I might still win our challenge, but good luck." She stepped away, back towards the other camp. She would play with men, let the other girls have them. Maxim was the only one she wanted right now. When she was gone, Maxim asked the potentially delicate question. "Have you started to remember who you used to be?" He thought that had to be the answer, but he would be careful asking for details. But he wanted to give a gentle push, encourage a little more of that Anahel.

It was not quite as obvious as it could be. This was a moment, to try to ignore feelings. Based on instinct, desire. If anything Sarnia had the advantage there, with her body. Though Maxim could not ignore feelings completely and that helped Anahel to an extent. Both were surprised by the technique Anahel chose next. Sarnia did not think the girl had it in her to act like it. Maxim, had to wonder. Was Anahel remembering her old life. He did not know what her old life was, but if she led a full life, she probably had some experience with sex back then. It was appealing, he could see hints of it. That maybe she had a great deal of sexual experience, and skill, that was beginning to come back to her. Would he experience it if he did not pick Anahel tonight? His gaze was drawn more towards her. He was leaning towards picking her. But he wanted to see, would she go further to tempt him? Would she give more hint of that side of her? If he waited a little longer, but did pick her, would he see a new side of her tonight. He was unknowingly encouraging Anahel to make that change. Still be herself, but mix more of the woman she used to be, with the one she was now. Not knowing what sort of woman that was, and what ways it might change her. It was up to Anahel though. Would she let some of the old her return, possibly permanently?

If Anahel was desperate enough, she could probably draw memories from her old life. She was in fact much more experienced than either of the others technically, though not in a way she was proud of. There was nothing wrong with trying something different though. Neither Maxim or Sarnia knew about that of course, only Mirina could potentially give that advice if Anahel did not come up with it on her own. That was a little closer to copying in Sarnia's mind, but it was Anahel's choice how to do this. If she wanted to do it that way, that was fine with her. Maxim did not rush to a decision, but that was a good thing. He was seriously considering both of them. "That's right, take your time, stare. You only get one of us a night. Let your body decide tonight." She was pleased Anahel seemed to getting more into this. Not happy about it, but beginning to accept the way things were. Something different beginning between the two women, but it would take time to find out what it would become.

If there was a prize, beyond bragging rights, it would apparently be decided later. Sarnia was fine with that, she hoped Anahel came up with something interesting. She would have to think about it too. She continued to undress. Watching Maxim's reactions. He was not sure how much this should be encouraged, but may it was a healthier way for the two of them to deal with their rivalry. As long as it did not go too far, it was probably for the best. It did risk complicating his feelings. He doubted he would ever feel the same as he did with Anahel, but but he might actually start thinking of Sarnia as his woman as well, not just an obligation. He intended to treat this as seriously as the women. They would get his attention, but tonight he would take the the one that genuinely aroused him more. "I will do this right. Both of you take your time. I will take the one that tempts me more." This night was not about who he loved more. It was purely sexual, and the desire of both women to have his child. "Don't copy me, rival. We have different advantages. You are not Lanarin either. Do what you think is best to beat me here." Sarnia, now nude, told Anahel, as she leaned over one of the rocks, presenting herself to Maxim. Differences in body and personality considered, Anahel probably did need a different technique than Sarnia.

“You should put a little work into it.” Sarnia told Anahel as she pulled her top off. She did certainly have the advantage of the more developed body, and being more sexually aggressive, when Maxim preferred that. This was best when both girls did things to try to appeal to him. Make him take the one who did that best. “You want a friendly challenge? See who has his child first. We can even add some stakes, some sort of prize for the winner. You won’t make me give him up if you win, but I might consider something else.” As far Sarnia was concerned, it would eventually happen. They would both have Maxim’s children. It was natural for both to want to be the first. She was willing to try to help Anahel be more into the competition between them. Shift her anger and jealousy into this.

It was a quiet march for the rest of the day. A steady march, with little time to rest. As the day approached the end, Maxim led the force to the shores, still some distance east of the city. A rocky portion, ships were unlikely to get close enough to see them. Preparations were made to camp again. This time, Maxim gathered the men. “The battle will be early. Prepare yourselves. Even the power we have, there will be fighting. Tonight, you have permission. Enjoy yourselves as much as you can, with any of the Lanarin who want to. Just don’t be up too late or exhaust yourselves.” The men appreciated the chance to have some fun, distract themselves from the battle. Sarnia of course came up to Maxim and Anahel. “There is a Lanarin willing to give you a good time tonight.” She turned to Anahel with an eager smile. “Though I do expect competition. Take whichever woman arouses you more.” There was no formal process here. There would be no physical fight either. No competition between women was different. Each coming up with their own strategy to draw Maxim. Sarnia would take it serious, but have no bad feelings if Anahel won.

Maxim was not sure if they had enough men for that. The Lanarin would be better split up. “We will have to see what is available when we get there.” There was something else important to establish this time. “I do not want a single Vanorian to escape this time. We will take prisoners if any are willing to surrender. I want to make sure we prevent word of the Lanarin from spreading as long as we can.” He did not intend to kill every Vanorian in the city if he could help it. He would spare those who did surrender, if any did. But it would be seen how many insisted on fighting.

Unfortunately there would be multiple battles. Not just to restore Maxim’s kingdom, but to take the fight to Vanoria. This would be an important fight, but it would just be one more step on the way to final victory. Maxim did not want to spend his life fighting, but that was why he had to take the fight to Vanoria. Not to conquer it, but to break its power and aggression, so that he and the other kingdoms around them could know peace. ”We don’t swim. Don’t expect us to fight from the sea side of the city.” Sarnia advised. They heard of the seas, the oceans, but it had been many generations since any Lanarin had seen it. Thin rivers and streams or small lakes were the largest water sources they had experience and mostly used them for drinking and occasional bathing. ”I was not expecting you to swim. But I do hope we can find a way to capture boats and sneak in from the exposed side before they realize it.” That, mixed with Anahel’s power seemed the fastest way to take the city. Least chance of witnesses.

Mirina and Sarnia were up soon. Sarnia was still not looking to tease her rival for now. Would focus on the march, though when night came it, was not impossible the two would be competing for Maxim’s touch. She was looking for experience eventually, the two competing directly, as women, for the man they had both chosen. She was not jealous or angry about it, it was exciting to her. ”If we move fast enough, tonight might be the last fight before the battle. I don’t want to camp close enough to be seen. But hopefully it will not be a long march tomorrow.” The tents were all wrapped up now. The Lanarin would hunt again as they marched, but rations were given out to Maxim, Mirinia and the few men among them. “We will have to consider how to do the attack, now that we have Lanarin, but also considering it is a port city.” They begun to march, the few giving food eating it as they moved.

Maxim would leave it at that. Though if Anahel wanted to talk about any of it later, they could. But now was not the time. He shifted and got up. “We should begin the march again after breaking camp. We will decide what to do about the night when we figure out where the next camp is.” Anahel and Sarnia. He could not neglect either of them. Anahel was the priority and perhaps would get more attention over Sarnia. But Sarnia was ‘his woman’ in a sense as well, whether he wanted it or not. But they would figure out how to handle all that later. For the moment, he left the tent, to see others waking and beginning to prepare for the next day’s march.

Maxim would not be surprised if she did need to eat soon. More precisely any child she might eventually have might need food. Though maybe she would too. The god that sent her talked to her again? Hopefully it went well. “You two spoke about the worries you had yesterday?” She seemed to be calmer and happier now, so he would not surprised if that was the case. Hopefully she was back to her confident self. Though he was not going to be too nosy, about a conversation involving a god. Would be mostly up to Anahel to tell him what she wanted about the conversation.

Maxim was not woken by Anahel coming in. He had expected her to keep watch, sleep through the night alone, with Sarnia keeping her distance for tonight. It was not until the morning he woke and found Anahel at his side. A surprise, but a pleasant one. He was not bothered that she chose to lay at her side. Others were keeping watch and would get her attention if necessary. He rubbed his eyes and then pat her head. "Did you just choose to watch me all night, or can you sleep?" He was not as aware of how much she changed or how much she might change, though he saw the hint of it after they had sex. If she was happy to do that, he was not bothered by her just laying awake the whole night at his side.

The gate closed behind Anahel. At this point the camp was quiet, everyone asleep, except for the few Lanarin keeping watch and they were silent, sticking to the shadows not making a sound if they needed to move. They put their natural skills as predators to use in their watch. They kept an eye on everything, looking up at Anahel, when she returned but quickly returning their to their surroundings and watching for anything that should not be around or could be dangerous, human or animal.

"Do you have any other questions? If you do not, return, think about what has said. The choices you have to make. They are important, though you do not have to decide immediately." A gate opened behind Anahel, allowing her to return to the camp, unless there was something she wanted to ask or discuss first. The god would answer questions, or give advice, but he would give no orders. It was up to Anahel to decide what she wanted and how to get it. How to fight and what her fate after the war would be. Her fate would not be sealed tonight, but it was not certain how long it would take to do so. He was not going to tell Anahel when the earliest she could get pregnant if she kept trying would be.

"I will continue to watch you. But what happens is your choice. The world will be changed, whichever choice you make. Do what feels right. I will not punish any action you take, I chose you out of trust and your loyalty." That much was true. Even if she gave herself back to slavery, he would not act. His intervention was done after sending Anahel to Maxim. The most he might do was occasionally speak to her like this again, or bring her back at the end, if she chose not to tie herself to Maxim. But he could see her heart, she already desired to do that. The only danger was if she fell into Vanorian hands. He only gave her an indirect warning on that though. "You may become different mentally, your identity. If you become more human, you may become a mix of who you are now, and the woman you used to be. Do not fear it. You are still her deep down, after all. Her soul is your soul. Every memory of her life, still in your mind, you already remember some of it, you will remember more. You don't have to return to that life, but don't feel shame of who you used to be. Become the woman you want to be." The man who was her master, any children she might have had. Life in Vanoria. Did she swear loyalty to her emperor? Was it the current one, or a previous one? Anahel would have to remember it all on her own, and she would eventually. He would not tell her about her old life.

Aileen did know Anya's desires, she knew what every woman here wanted. She might give Anya some on her own impulse over time, but she would make Anya beg for others. With their relationship now, she liked to see Anya beg, to prove her submission and loyalty. "I'm sure you heard the rumors. What her friends are like, what they do with their mothers. I wonder if you will be tempted to do the same?" All daughters of women here had to be trained. A few mothers took their training much further though, their love and their jobs getting mixed up in complicated ways. It was probably too soon to know whether Anya would cross that line. She would find that out as her potential little girl to be got older and began to learn her job.

"If you are willing to seal you fate, be more human than not, you can have as many children with him as you want, your body is already changed enough. If you continue to lay with him, you eventually have his child. Maybe soon, maybe not. That is your choice, bind yourself to him forever, or return home when your fight is over." He always knew this was a possibility. He chose Anahel to answer the prince's prayers. They were a good match. Anahel's past life made it a good match as well. She used to be broken. A 'willing' slave in Vanoria, but she was reborn, freed of chains. But when she returned, how would she feel? If she found herself in the emperor's presence, would she feel hate, or would she feel a degree of obedience to him, a desire to let him have her, to be his? That he did not know. Maybe she would find herself in that position or not. It was another choice. Anahel could become a slave again, if she gave in to feelings from her own life. "Fate" only existed to the degree gods tried to enforce their will, but he was being more hands off. "Not everything is the work of gods. I chose you, knowing your feelings. That you would fall for him. Though it is up to you to decide what to do about those feelings. You may be the one to free girls like her. You may be the mother of a holy bloodline that is never forgotten or broken. Your children will not be human. They have a portion of your power, live longer than ordinary humans. They may or may not inherit your wings." As for Sarnia, was that his work? He would not be as definitive. "You are jealous of the other girl. Angry about her competition. There is nothing wrong with that. But perhaps this is the only way to heal the wounds between the two peoples. You understand the power of a bond between man and woman. Especially a man such as that. Trust her, she will not steal the prince from you. That I can say for certain, though you will have to share him. If you two fight together, you may develop another bond. She does not hate you. She will not call you queen, if you make that choice, but she will fight for you." He could see the possibilities. Fighting together, potentially both having children with Maxim. It might remain cold on the outside, full of tension. But they had the potential to become very close. Anahel did not know certain things about the Lanarin yet.

As Anahel prayed, she found herself pulled back again. Drawn to that figure, the image of her god. Would this be the last time she spoke to him directly? It was possible. But in this case, she was still his angel, he was willing to give her clarity. “You are not being punished. You are doing as expected, but you have a choice here.” He had expected this. But there was no fate in this circumstance, there were several outcomes to choose from. “You are changing. Becoming more human. A human should love a human. An angel’s duty in the mortal world is temporary. At this point it is still up to you, it is possible to turn back for now. But if you carry his child, that is the point of no return.” Well it was a little more complicated than that. “Even if you do, you will never be completely human. Your wings will remain as will much, but not all, of your power. But you will also remember more of your old life. That you were the same as the girl at your side, you are fighting the empire that did the same to you. Do not fear the loss of power. It will only be partial and slow.” For at least a few battles she would be at more or less full power. She might lose some before the war ended, but not enough for her to be worried about an inability to fight.

The camp was eventually set up, with no fires this time. The Lanarin were used to sleeping like this, though a few stayed up to watch. Maxim and the few other men were left to rely on their bags for warmth. He intended to avoid unnecessary tension. He would not be intimate with either Anahel or Sarnia tonight. He also ordered the other men not to get too friendly with the Lanarin tonight. They all needed sleep, to get up and begin the march early the next day. He would Anahel do what she wanted for the night. Mirina had been given an extra bag. Ended up sleeping next to Sarnia somehow. The men were told she was off limits. There would be other nights they could have some fun with Lanarin, but not Mirina.

"You making it really hard for me not to want to be the one to give you a child first..." Aileen said between moaning as she rammed her slut. "Imagine it. If we have a daughter. A precious little girl we can raise to together...teach her to be just like you...that what you want? Teach your little girl to be constantly sex starved. Be just like you?" How far would Anya take raising a girl born here? Would she go as far as some? Be like Ashley's friends. Ashley was thinking less about that right now, more about making the child. Though Anya was likely still on birth control at the moment. Neither her or Logan had much chance of impregnating her yet. That would begin soon though. She supposed it was fair though. Logan was paying for the attempt. She ought to give him a chance of giving Anya her first child.

Aileen let Anya just stand there for a moment. It was a beautiful sight, and it was nice to make her wait, desperate for sex. After the moment passed, she stood up, walked over looked down and slapped Anya's ass. "You like that? I'll treat you as rough as you want, give you your dirty little fantasies, that I don't have to pay for. Beg for it, and I'll do all the dirty that make you squeal." With that, she gripped Anya's hips and plunged in hard. She did not hold back. Thrusting hard, giving the girl what she wanted, making sure Anya knew she was hers forever now. She would only tighten the grip, make Anya unable to imagine anything else. That was what Aileen wanted from the girl who would be the mother of her child.

Ashley closed her eyes. Moaning a little longer. She would let Anya as long as she wanted, she seemed to be enjoying this as well. "Your hungry aren't you. Don't worry, I'll feed your other 'mouth' as soon you are ready. Show me how badly you want me in your own way." She was mostly in control, but she would Anya decide how long to spend on each phase. Suck however long she wanted, and present herself like the bitch in heat that she was when she was ready to take it.

Aileen let Anya play with her with her mouth for the moment. A nice show of her affection. She smiled and let out of soft moan. "Good slut. Hmm, which should I do? It does feel right, bending you over the table, the sort of girl you are. You would like that wouldn't you? Even without me telling you. Don't worry, I'll give it to hard, fuck you like you deserve. Remind you you belong to me now. Though I'll share you with the boy." She got rather hard quickly, imagining that and helped by the feeling of Anya's mouth.

Once they were back on the field, they moved quietly as they could. At Sarnia's insistence, Maxim agreed to avoid the roads. There was a two part strategy here. The Lanarin could hunt for food easier. Several of them would break off at a time to hunt, before returning to the group. They were also reducing the chance of the Vanorians seeing them early. The more surprise the better. After the first battle, Maxim wanted survivors to escape, for word of Anahel to spread. But keeping the Lanarin a surprise would be better. If they could prevent word from spreading, there was less chance of the Vanorians adapting. They might believe they were continuing to rely on Anahel's power and wonder just how powerful she really was. Maxim had a specific goal this time. To regain access to the sea. The port city of Lunu. His kingdom's main port. The trade and contract with the rest of the known world would be valuable. But now they were getting close to the first night. "There is a forest not far from here." Maxim commented. "It is probably best to set up the first camp there." Sarnia agreed. "No one will see us sleeping there. We are good at keeping a low profile, especially at night." They were not especially close to the road, there was little reason to believe anyone would wander off to find them, if any small group did, the Lanarin could quietly deal with them as well.