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Maxim noticed the slight shift, especially in the halo light. That was a little worrying. While he cared about Anahel, her power was a key to winning this war. He had to hope it did not weaken too much. But there also was not time to talk about it right now. Eventually he reluctantly got up, pulling out. “Probably should not keep her waiting much longer. Get this over with. You can stay here of course, if you want.” He would not blame Anahel if she did not want to watch him and Sarnia mate. Mating was probably the best way to think about this one, sex for sex sake. Pleasant enough, but not like what he just did.

It only took a moment longer. Going at that pace it came quick, he felt it all come out, quite a bit of it too. He took a few deep breaths, looking down at Anahel as he did. He could not wait long, but he took a moment to linger while still feeling the aftermath of the pleasure. She would not be his officially for a while still. But things had changed between them, and in many ways he would act as if she was.

Max8m was sure this was getting more like it would be with Sarnia in pace, if not position. He did not was Anahel to feel jealous, that he might please the other girl more. Tried not to think of what might happen if she had an illegitimate child of his in the process. What ever happened with that girl, it would be different with Anahel. She was the one who would be at his side. She would not officially be his wife for much of the war. Not until his kingdom was restored. When the war moved on to the invasion of Vanoria, she would be his queen at that point, but that was still a ways off. For now though, he was focused on what he was doing. To see and hear this angel’s pleasure. It would not be too much longer. He only went harder as it got closer, curious to see exactly how she would react. His first time seeing a woman in such pleasure.

Maxim had been feeling a growing desire to do so. It felt strange to do something like this to an angel. In a sense making her a little less pure, but in another a blessing for him. This was something you only heard about in stories. He went harder, he went faster. Out of desire, and duty. It felt good, but it was also a chance to do what he needed to, war or not, he would start trying to create an heir now. It would probably take time and numerous tries, but he would start now. The desire to give her his child was an extra motivation, he went even harder and faster as he imagined it. He grunted as he went, it felt so much better like this.

Maxim was sure they were being watched, but ignored it. Anahel and her rival of sorts was going to complicate things. He had to wonder if she would really be satisfied with just one time. Though the instinct issue would probably only be a one time thing. He trusted Anahel not to make it too difficult though. He continued at the pace as Anahel recommended. “…It’s good…”. He acknowledged as they continued. He had not expected it to feel this good. He wanted to make this as good as he could for Anahel. Taking a little time, but knowing he might have to make it more intense soon, to be a little faster, make sure they could finish without being interrupted.

Maxim had no idea how experienced Anahel was. He assumed not as an angel, but maybe more so in her prior life. He had none, though he had the basic idea of what to do. As he finished undressing, he looked over the angelic figure, beautiful in a way different from Sarnia, more developed, but also more wild. He had no regret doing Anahel first. They did not really have time for foreplay. He reached down, guided himself to her entrance, pausing for a second. “I’m going in. Tell me how you want it, I have not done this before.” He pushed in as he speaking. It felt good, he had no idea if was partially due to her being an Angel or not. He went at a steady but fairly slow pace.

There was nothing wrong with this. It was not the circumstance he had expected either, but his life had gone rather differently and his wife to be was very different than expected. He nodded. He was not actually sure would be exactly the same as a human woman where it mattered, but he would find out soon. “This will be quicker than I would like. But it won’t make the later night less special. We can probably only do it once, I will let you choose how to do it.” He began undressing, as he waited for Anahel to do the same and choose a position.

If there was more time he might have suggested doing something with Anahel first. Though there was the question if she wanted to wait until the wedding night or not. Not knowing anything of what she did with Mirina, he would not be surprised if Anahel wanted something purer. Well, it only right to ask. “…If you do not want to wait. If you do not mind something shorter. We can do something first.” It would make a statement too to Sarnia, put Anahel in a stronger position in the two girls fight over him. Even if it was a one time thing, there might be lingering tension between them. This might at least make Anahel feel a little better. Even that he offered, whether or not she accepted.

Maxim stepped forward kissed her affectionately but it was not especially long there was another issue they had to figure out of course. After it was over he stepped back. “It will not be official for a while. The ceremony will happen along with my coronation.” He was not asking to stop fighting. He was asking her to become something more, become his. The agreement was made. She was his wife to be, but the marriage would come after his kingdom was regained. But now there was a difficult issue to resolve. “The immediate issue is what to do about her.” He looked back to Sarnia. “I understand why this makes you uncomfortable. I do not want to hurt you. But there looks like only one solution.” The Lanarin was certainly beautiful, he was sure he would enjoy it physically, though he was not eager to do anything that Anahel would be bothered by.

Did Anahel remember more of her old life? It sounded like an unfortunate one, if she did. He had to hope she could, if she could not, other options would be considered but they would find that out later. While it was dangerous to not have an heir during this war, that was something to focus on afterwards. “Then I will ask you now. Not to be my weapon against Vanoria, symbol of the gods’ approval of my war. I ask you to become my wife and queen.” Anahel was much better than any foreign princess. To marry an angel, that would get everyone’s attention. And he did want her, she was beautiful, pure. Any other marriage was likely to be loveless, there was the possibility for more here. Anahel already admitted her love and desire to remain with him. He was sure she would say yes, but it was still right to ask the question officially, and get her to say yes officially.

That was dangerous. Hopefully it did not cause the favor given to him to be taken away and be punished for it. Maxim could only hope this was the intention all along, that the gods knew this would happen and wanted it to happen. There was one other big question though. A question he had to consider as royalty, though it would have been on his mind anyway. “You are an Angel, I am a human. I will be a king someday. After that happens, do you believe, or do you know if you would be able to have my children?” That was the biggest question. If she said yes, or confident in the possibility, he knew what he would do. If she said no, he might still do the same but things would become more complicated later.

It both was and was not a surprise. Mirina was pleased, even if it did not show. Though she could understand Anahel might have wished to tell him under other circumstances. Maxim stood, pulling Anahel up with him. “Can you restrain yourself a little longer, Sarnia?” Sarnia grunted as she tried to keep her thoughts. “For a little while. But I cannot promise especially long. I can give you two a little time.” She understood what Maxim wanted, at least to an extent. She would try to give it to him. Maxim took Anahel’s hand and led her a little way off, still in sight of the other two, but out of hearing range. Probably. He did not know how a Lanarin’s hearing compared to humans. He was going to make things right here. But had to figure out how this would change things. “Thank you. Your feelings mean a lot to me. But what are your plans now? After this war is over, will the gods call you back?” There were a few big questions he needed answers to. Depending on what they were, he had a plan.

Sarnia could not understand human courtship, did not understand why this girl was being so stubborn and insisting on delaying it. She growled in frustration. “…Look, I’m not playing a game, not making this up. I’m not like humans, or whatever you are. I need him, and only he can satisfy me right now. This isn’t something that will just go away. I can’t promise I won’t go…wild…if you insist on denying me. So if you are so bothered by this, what are you going to do?” She was not going to transform or anything like that. Not physically. But her mind, that might turn into something like an animal’s, if she had to wait too long. It was an instinct that would grow stronger and stronger, until she satisfied herself.

“No words?” Sarnia responded, stepping closer. Anahel could probably see it in her eyes. This was no human lust, she was an animal in heat now. No one could satisfy her but Maxim. “I can see it in you as well. Should I tell him? Wouldn’t that be easier?” Even Maxim had to be starting to understand by now. This was not an Angel protecting his purity. They were two women fighting over the same man. If Anahel did not want him marrying some random princess, she had to take a step first. Become a little more human. Become a real woman again, not just a figure in a feminine shape. Though even then, dealing with Sarnia’s heat would not be easy, if Anahel truly opposed it.

Maxim was getting rather surprised how Anahel was behaving. Less like an angel. More like a human woman. Was it her and the gods' beliefs that caused this reaction, or something else. "I certainly have to wait to get married. I won't be in a position to get married until my kingdom is restored and I am officially king." He was expecting to marry some foreign princess. He needed to be in a much stronger position for them to accept him, unless he wanted to be a pawn of a foreign king. "I did not expect this result. Though looking back, I should probably have expected it...it actually is a sort of alliance making I was expecting to make later, though in other circumstances." To make an alliance with whatever kingdom the princess he married belonged to, the signing of the treaty would in a sense happen in the bedroom. He was not given the chance to answer how much he might or might not want to though. "You are not his woman, you said." Sarnia teased, pushed the issue. "Like I said, this is instinct. My desire for him is continually growing stronger. My body may force me to act soon. Why are you bothered by this? He can have his eventual wife later, I only desire him once. Is there anything that would make you approve?" To compete with another woman for a mate, that was something Sarnia understood as well. If that was what Anahel was doing, she would make it into a proper competition. Anahel would not stop this easily.

Mirina's farm girl experience and watching other animals in the field gave her the insight to figure it out. "The Lanarin seem to consider a fight like that a mating ritual." She calmly explained to her mistress. But what were the details of this. That was something this girl, Sarnia, had to explain. "Your friend gets it." Sarnia continued, amused by the Angel's jealousy. Did she have desires she had not admitted? "It's our way. The boy needs to mate with me soon. He proved he was good enough. I want it. Soon I will need it. It is just a one time thing though. We do not make...attachments the way humans do." This was not a long term thing. Not love. She just needed Maxim to have sex with her one time, and soon. Of course it might happen again, if she traveled with them, but prince or not, she had desire to be any man's wife. She just wanted pleasure right now, would not mind to have his child, but that was unlikely and not the main goal. Pleasure and procreation. That was what sex was to Lanarin. Family was more complicated.

Ashley was practically limp by the time it was over. Overwhelmed by things she had not felt before. Eyes glazed over, almost in a trance. "Good girl. Ashley may not be paying much attention. But you should give her something to watch. Show her how to please a 'man'." She stood up, walked over. "Go on show me how much you want it, how bad you want it." She waited for Anya to get back into position. She was the 'master'. But this was Anya's reward, the girl did a good job and Aileen intended to reward her properly. Give the slut exactly what she had been craving.

"Well then, you won't be bothered by him claiming his prize. Sarnia, is the name, by the way." She was beginning to look a little excited, agitated. "You beat me like a carnivore, taking his prey. You are starting to understand us. You should also understand, what you just won. A male proving his strength to a woman." The pieces were starting to fall into place for Maxim. The Lanarin culture had aspects that clearly imitated animals. They were 'wild women'. He was not only trying to win allies. He was proving to this particular he was strong enough to be worthy of something more personal with her, Now that he had proven it she wanted it. "You have the look, you are beginning to understand. If you keep me waiting much longer, I will get rather...frustrated. We have certain instincts humans do not. That we can not easily resist. Your two companions should not be bothered by it. They can watch if they want. I do not need privacy for this." Did the two women understand? It looked like the human might, Sarnia was not so sure about the angel though.

While Anahel ran over, Mirina looked at the fallen Lanarin girl. What did the older one mean? Had things just got more complicated. The win was probably still a good thing. The prince certainly needed allies. But as she thought more about the fight and what was said, she had a feeling things were going to get awkward at least in the short term. She watched the young Lanarin, now studying Maxim and Anahel. She shifted and sat up. Looking at Maxim with a new hunger in her eyes. "You beat me fairly. Smart trick. Kept punching and I probably overpowered you eventually. Well, as for Allies, the Anina still needs to convince the others, but you have a chance." She looked over Anahel holding him like that. "Hmmm, you his woman? Expected him to have some fragile human princess for that." Was there a reason for that question? Maxim had to wonder, especially how the girl was looking at her. "Holy Anahel is my ally. Sent from the gods to help me restore my kingdom. I have no wife nor woman engaged to me at this time. That has to wait until after my kingdom is restored, as my father did not make arrangements before the war." He was sure his father had begun talks with various kingdoms, but no official agreements had been made. It was his responsibility to look for a wife soon. Perhaps find an ally, more importantly have heirs of his own. That had to wait though. He would have much more success after the war and officially becoming king. The first kingdom to successfully defeat Vanoria, favored by the gods. The Lanarin though, studied Anahel's reaction as he said that. Her reaction. Unaware Mirina and Anahel planned to find a way to make her Maxim's woman and eventually wife and queen.

She struggled to shake Maxim off, hit him against the ground. But his grip was tight. She was impressed he chose that technique, pleased. A sign he had some understanding of them. The struggle continued for a moment. His grip and position were too strong. She looked to the older Lanarin watching them. Mouth opened, but could only get her breath out. "Release her, boy. You have won." She called out and Maxim let go. She dropped to the ground, limp for now, as she caught her breath. The older woman gave Maxim a strange smile. "I will call for the other elders of our people. We will at least consider your idea. You all just wait here. Take some time to enjoy your prize, boy. You have won more than you realize." She walked away back towards the camp to tells others and send messages to the other camps. Maxim sat to rest, regain some of his energy.

She was not planning to let Maxim win, there was just a context to all this none of the humans or the angel had picked up on. Still, both took the fight seriously. Showing signs of light soreness or bruising as they went. Maxim was still trying to give the impression he was fighting conventionally and trying to overpower, while looking for the opening. Eventually it came, looking like they were going into another grapple, he shifted behind her. Taking his leg to the back of her knees, and pushed her to the ground. He put his arm around her neck. Going for a choke, as if a predator going for the prey. The intention being to make her surrender before passing out, not technically going for a kill.

It looked Anahel would remain out of this. There was little reason not to trust the Lanarin that Mirina could see. If Maxim was in danger, it would only be because of some freak accident. The fight dragged on. Some of Mirina's suspicions were correct. Maxim likely did not have a chance if she did not hold back. She was testing him though. How strong he was, how well he could fight. If he genuinely overpowered her, that would be even better. But victory just required he impress her enough and put up a good fight. He was doing well so far, but he had to prove he could do it for an extended period of time as well. Maxim was picking it up as well. Difference between human and Lanarin. In a pure contest of strength, he was unlikely to win. He was keeping up for now, but she was likely to wear him down eventually, she probably had more stamina as well. So he kept his eyes open. Looking for a moment, becoming the hunter himself, thinking like her. Looking for an opening where he could find some technique for a real victory.

The two struggled for sometime. It was animalistic in a sense. One on one, man vs woman. It went back and forth a little, one pressing the other down, only to get free. Each got a few punches on the other, but they just came back for more. Maxim managed to knee her in the gut and throw her to the ground. She grunted in pain but quickly rolled away and back to her knees, glaring at him intensely. ”Do you intend to help, mistress, or see if he can win on his own?” Mirina asked as they fought. As a prince, she was sure Maxim had some training in hand to hand fighting. But the girl was strong and fought in a wild manner, a hunter of beasts, a technique meant to kill prey. But was this something else? Was she testing how strong he was? The older woman said it was not a fight to the death or serious injury, but beyond that, how much was she holding back?

“Don’t worry. You will get that soon. Just another moment with Ashley.” Anya had been doing well, she did not want to keep her waiting much longer. Hopefully she would enjoy that idea later. Help give Ashley a new sort of on the job lesson. It was the sort of thing Ashley maybe needed most. Ashley was beginning to understand, how much the other girls could really love this, enjoy it for more than the money. She was looking forward to it. Anya teaching her alongside a customer, helping her please him, maybe being pleased by him. The two of them working together. The thought turned her on more. It built her up, to an orgasm of a new intensity for her. For all the things that come later, but also for Anya specifically. She followed instructions, almost reflexively, her understanding Anya could teach her much. Make her the girl she was remade to be. She let out noises like she had never made, and came hard for the girl she accepted as a…teacher? It was hard to say exactly what Anya was for her now.

Sorcery was forbidden. Sorcery is evil. Sorcery is sin. That was what Zorn heard all his life. His people were tormented for it. They went to war with the gods themselves. They fought across the world, all the way to the gods' home on Earth. That land was destroyed by the power released by both sides. The gods abandoned the world. But they would not have left until all the sorcerers were dead. A last of wrath. Zorn and his people had to resort to desperate act, to call open all their power, and make a sacrifice of all their women. The power of men and women were different. And they were calling on the aid of other powers. Different from the gods. Rivals in power, but alien. Perhaps gods of other peoples. The women knew what was asked of them, let it happen so their people could survive. Hopefully they would find other women to rebuild their population. When the event was over, they had disappeared from the world. Found themselves in another realm. Similar to Earth, but different. The magical energies surrounded them to almost overwhelming degrees. The sky almost glowed. The sun and moon appeared like massive gems in the sky. The sorcerers drew upon the power of the land. It made them even stronger. Zorn and other leaders felt almost like gods. Indeed back on Earth they almost rivaled the gods. They lost the war, but it was closer than the gods would dare to admit. Small as they were in population, they did not immediately take a great territory. Focused instead on building a great city. Vast towers and great mansions made of gold, silver and gems, reinforced by magic. It stood out in a seemingly empty land. They were not alone, though. Eventually they came. A leader made their way to Zorn's tower in the middle of the city. Long silver hair, dark purple skin, glowing red eyes, vast golden glowing wings. A woman's figure...naked...four breasts, in two pairs, one above the other. Her voice echoed, almost sung, had an inherent power. "Welcome, child of the mortal world. You have made yourself a place in our home." Zorn was cautious, diplomatic. He sensed great power in this being. He also needed to learn more. "My name is Zorn. We apologize if we have trespassed. But our survival required an escape to unknown lands. What should I call you, your people, this place?" The figure smiled. "We know your past. The war against the false gods. Treacherous children of their betters. You may call me Shuruka. You could call my people...fairies, or fae if like. We are the children of the true rulers of the universe, who brought you here." That was interesting. The sorcerers were vaguely aware of such beings, made deals with them, drew upon their power. But never made direct contact with them. "You honor me with this visit, Shuruka, but is their a greater purpose to it?" The fairly laughed an unearthly laugh. "I am here to make to make a deal with you personally. And my people with yours. This world can be yours. Eventually you can reclaim your own. Your false gods have invaded this world with their angels. We ask your help to remove them." "A deal goes both ways. You offer the world, but what do you offer us to begin a fight with those who broke us? "I offer what you need most. I give myself to you. In your words, in your human ways, treat me as your wife. My true name is Varvanna." A true name was power, especially when magic was involved. This fairy just gave herself to him. Gave him power that could easily be abused if he chose. "This is the wish of our gods. We will give wives to all your people...come, make it official." She laid on his bed as she said this. He disrobed and followed her, had his way with her. After the night was over, she admitted fairly sex tended to be much more ritualized. She was quite pleased by his passion. That was the beginning. It was the next day, she informed him, she already carried his child. "A sorcerer like you deserves much more than a human child. Your child...your daughter. I can already feel her presence, speak to her soul. When you return to your world, it will be as a father and leader of something more than human. Do not mourn the loss of your women. They did what they needed to. The true gods have a purpose for them, though they may not reveal it." This was all planned? It seemed unnecessary. Zorn could have taken his wife even if they remained. But he did what he had to, would go from here. "Will your people accept this? You offer us a world, your people. For us to rule." "We are very powerful. But so are you. You will rule us, but in the long run. Our people will be one. It is a people who are neither human nor angel, who will return to your world. Conquer the heaves themselves. Your gods will be broken. To be used as you wish." As the days passed, more and more fairies showed up. Every sorcerer was given an new wife. There were men among the fairies as well. They seemed not completely comfortable with the decision, but considered it necessary. They taught the sorcerers to truly harness the magic of the world, to learn about the people and it's ways. The city was given to the humans, but they were advised not to leave it until they were ready to fight. To avoid the notice of the angels and their gods. They did not move immediately. Some years were spent, creating a new generation of human/fairy hybrids. Training them in their power. When they had grown strong, they made their way out. Having kept to one city, the angels had noticed their old enemy sneak into this world. The army came down on the angels with almost divine wrath. There were also pure fairies among the army. They broke the angels' connection to the gods before the attack. Destroyed all who would not swear loyalty to the fairies. Forced to go through rituals that marked them as fallen. The women were made concubines of the sorcerers, who used them to pent their anger over the old war. Gradually it was as promised. More and more of the world fell in their hands. Zorn declared himself champion of the fairy gods, a priest-emperor and his wife backed him up. Someday they would return to Earth, but for now, he was happy to continue claiming this world and his power. The humans became the rulers. The children of human and fairy near equals. The fairies obedient but mostly free. The angels made into a lower class. One subject to many magical experiments. Some were broken, gradually shifted from angel to demon. Some of the concubines had their souls eventually destroyed. Their bodies used to call back the souls of the women who had sacrificed themselves. Most became second wives to the sorcerers. Adding children that mixed angel and human to their army, something more than ordinary angel but less than fairy. Eventually it was made official, with a great ceremony. An offering of thanks to the beings who brought them here. Zorn declared the families of the sorcerers to be a new nobility, someday to be new gods as they harnessed their power. The fairies who had not married into the sorcerers' families declared a protected class. With many rights, but still to show respect and obedience to the sorcerers' families. The angels and demon declared to have the fate to serve, except for those who held the souls of the old sorceresses, who were declared priests of the new gods they sacrificed themselves for. This was the new order, the new world that was created. A world that was human, yet not. All too familiar, yet full of magic. The world of a man and people who eventually return to fight the gods again.