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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.

It was a quiet march before they finally got back to the city. Picking up the guards, a few other men and talking with Sarnia about which and how much of the women to leave behind. After that was figured out it was a brief talk with the priest, probably the closest thing to a leader. He was a little uneasy with the Lanarin, but listened to the prince’s plan. He understood it was probably for the best, the easiest way to find temporary female companionship for the men. Leaving those Lanarin with the priest, they made their way out of the city. If Maxim had his way, the next time he was in the city would be as king. But now they were marching to finally begin the second battle, though it would take some time and a few nights camping.

It took sometime for everyone to gather. Much of the tribe had been pulled from the camp. Almost everyone in their prime. Some would be left in the city, but the majority would be the core of their army, along with Maxim’s guard and the few men they could recruit from the city. They began their march. “We won’t stay long in the city.” Maxim observed. “We won’t spend another night there. We will be camping tonight. Might be several nights of camping before our next target.” ”Fine with us. We would feel weird sleeping in your city. The few who stay behind will have to adjust.” Sarnia answered. She was the unofficial leader here as far as the others were concerned, though there were no formal ranks or anything like that. She was sticking to the front of the crowd, would be the one doing most of the planning with Maxim and Anahel.

Maxim knew it would be too difficult to try to force them to do anything they did not. The Lanarin had been on the losing side in their wars over time. Their territory slowly chipped away at. But the Vanorians had no experience with them. Combined with Anahel’s power, if they struck fast they might make good progress. “Hopefully we can keep moving fast. Not give them time to adjust…as long as that is the case, this may work.” As he said it, the figures began leaving the camp. A wide variety but all young women, some armed, some not. The Lanarin strength advantage might work out for the unarmed ones.

Sarnia still did not really believe all that sent by gods stuff, but there was little reason to argue about it at this point. It would not be long before they moved, a brief stop at the city, them marching towards the first battle. “If you did your homework on our history, I don’t have to tell you this.” She was speaking to Maxim. “We don’t fight like your armies. Won’t get into formations and all that. We will fight in our way. We will follow your orders deciding the next target, maybe some of the big picture strategy, but for the actual fighting we will do things our way.”

Mirina of course, as usual, showed no reaction, even as the talk was semi-about her. Were there others who might not have been broken yet? It was hard to say. She was one of the who were not taken away and had the process done locally. She had no idea how much the length of the process varied from person to person, or how long it was taking to move others around before starting. Maybe there were some like that, it was hard to guess. Before Maxim could say anything else, Sarnia was back in sight, did not ask anything about what they had been talking about. Instead reporting what she saw. "Good news, the elders were impressed by the boy's fighting ability. They also see your enemy as worse than his family. Let me just say again, to be 'enslaved', 'tamed', probably no concept disgusts us more than that. Honestly I wish one of them was hear right now, so I could rip him apart with my own hands." She said it with a vicious smile. She was not fond of humans for the most part, but the Vanorians had disgusted them on a new level. "The girls are being gathered up as we speak. Should not take much longer."

Maxim had to consider next steps. They were on his mind as they waited. "If we get this army, it is probably time to take the next step. After drop some of them off in the city, maybe bring a few extra men with us, it is finally time to move to the next target. We have to move faster, especially if we want to find women who might not have been broken yet by the enslavement process." That Mirina was already the way she was was not a good sign, in the last city to temporarily fall to Vanoria. But maybe some took longer, especially if they were being moved around the kingdom. Maybe there were some who had not been broken yet.

Maxim was not going to try to guess a god's motivations. Whether this was part of a larger plan or not. It was not his place. He had never interacted with any directly, the way Anahel had. She could guess better, but he did not want to encourage negative feelings that might be misplaced. "We can only do what we feel is right. There is nothing wrong with our war, and I don't intend to abandon you, or ignore your feelings." That was the only thing he could do. Push forward. Make Anahel happy as he could. They would just have to deal with Sarnia. He probably could not avoid more sex with Sarnia. It had felt good, but he treated it more like a duty. What he might do if he had married some random princess instead of Anahel.

There was a lingering tension in the air, though not one Sarnia had a problem with, she decided to help ease things a little. "Will be back in a little while. Going to go check on the elders, see if they have gathered and how their talks are going. Should not take too long." She walked off towards the camp, to let Anahel and Maxim have some time alone. Well, Mirina would be there, but would stay out of things, unless Anahel talked to her. Maxim realized the chance he had and tried to calm things down a little. "I understand you are not pleased with this. I would try to get out of it, but we need their help and rejecting Sarnia at this point might offend them too much. She is trying to provoke you some, but you don't have to worry about her taking your place." He tried to resolve one of the earlier issues as well. "Ideally she won't have my child, though we have to live with a chance of that happening. She is not my wife though, if she does have any they won't be rivals to our children...It's possible we won't even see them, since it sounds like they don't involve fathers with their children." That would be a difficult issue. He did not want to have a child with Sarnia, would not acknowledge them as heirs, if he did. But they would still be his children, and not having any contact with them would be a different sort of problem.

Sarnia knew better than to push too far. She did not know how powerful Anahel was. Did this girl free that town on her own. She was not looking for a physical fight either, that was not the right way to do this. She would drop that subject for now. ”You will have another advantage with our army. You won’t have to worry about feeding us. We are quite good at finding our own food. Though I might recommend none of you watching us eat…we are…messy eaters.” It was another area they compared more to animals. They did not have human ‘table manners’, among other things.

Sarnia was not entirely convinced. The girl, her we rival, was sent by some god? She did not feel like she was in the presence of such a being. “It’s true.” Maxim backed it up, making it slightly more convincing, but there was still skepticism in her eyes. “Reclaim your kingdom too?” She asked Anahel, the girl already considering herself Maxim’s wife. “Well, that doesn’t bother me. You won’t be my queen. You can give him something more refined, and deal with all that royal nonsense, I’ll give him a taste of the wild side.”

“We know all about him.” Sarnia glanced at Maxim, prince of the kingdom on their borders. They had quite the history with that royal family. Though Sarnia was giving Maxim the benefit of the doubt. Acting like a Lanarin princess of sorts, maybe screwing with her would warm things up eventually. Mirinia was a bit of an oddity as well, not acting like most human women women she had seen. But Sarnia did care about that, there was a bigger mystery. “Okay. What are you? Some magic experiment? A human-monster hybrid? Something from across the ocean?” The Lanarin had no experience with angels. Sarnia really had no idea exactly what Anahel was.

Sarnia was just making an offer to try to help them, and give some of the girls some fun between fighting. Of course they could have fun with each other too, but it was good to get a little variety and there was little reason to tell the outsiders about that part of their culture yet without reason. She decided to try returning to the previous subject of conversation. "Since we got distracted before. Is there anything you want to know while we wait? About my people, rather than me specifically. Though if you are really that interested in me, you can ask about that as well." There were a few things that were forbidden to discuss with outsiders, but other than that, she intended to be open and blunt. Tell them whatever they wanted to know. It would be useful if they were going to fight together.

The point Sarnia was making was the fathers generally had no involvement. The men in the city probably would not care, assuming they knew, either. Between the casualness of it and the mothers being Lanarin. There would also probably be uncertainty over exactly who the fathers were, with the system being set up. Now, if she had a child with Maxim, well they would have to see what happened there. There was the other question. What if anything the Lanarin in the would be army would be doing. “So, is the idea it is just you two and my people for your army. Your enemy killed every single man who would fight for you?” That was unfortunately closer to the truth than Maxim like to admit. “I have a few personal guards, left behind in the city, since it was better not to bring additional men to meet you. But that is it. As we go, we might pick up a little bit of man power from each freed city, from those who could still fight.” ”Well some of the others will probably take care of your guards. We’ll see what happens when you start getting more men.” It was a little risky for an army to do that sort of thing. But Sarnia was optimistic they could do most or all of the fighting before that potentially made things difficult for any of the Lanarin.

Maxim kept his mouth shut for now, speaking up at the moment was too troublesome. He could guess what Anahel was worried about, he could ease her concerns later, when they were alone. Yes, if Sarnia had a child of his, that could be a very complicated issue. An illegitimate, half-Lanarin child. It would be a big deal if word got out, though as long as the Lanarin helped save the kingdom, he could probably prevent it from being too negative. They would not be in line for the throne though, not rivals in that sense for whatever children Anahel gave him. Though he did ask Sarnia one question that hopefully help things a little and that he was curious about now. "What do you mean by 'you will take care of it'?" "The fathers won't be involved." Sarnia put it bluntly. "A mother raises her child on her own, or with the help of her sisters, mother, such family. You call us the 'wild women'. You see any men here? Don't ask why you don't. None of us will tell you." She answered her own question with a tone that was more serious than anything else she said yet. It was a subject forbidden to talk about with outsiders. She would say anything else about that. The camp was all women, and they would not get an explanation why.

Sarnia got an amused smile. That was not the implication she was going for. She would spell it out momentarily. "We won't be hanging around the city, it will be up to whoever is left behind in charge to figure that stuff out. Make it fair, everyone gets a turn, sometimes in bed sometimes shorter." Yeah, in a way the men might see them as closer to whores that they did not have to pay for, but they would not mind. They just looked at sex differently from humans. "But of course not, dear rival. Our competition will not be so formal. What will happen in the city is different from our situation. Let me clarify 'long term consequences', since you were probably wondering this, both for me and those we will leave in the city. Yes, we can have children with humans. If that happens, we will take care of them." That was what she hinted at before. It was possible, and Lanarin handled child raising differently from humans in a key way.

They could get along when they were not fighting over a particular man, it appeared. Sarnia would not needlessly provoke her. There would be times they would fight over Maxim, but it was important to save that for when one or both of them wanted his personal attention. There were some sensitive subjects they were getting close to, but for now she let the conversation flow. "Of course there are not enough of us to leave one for every man. Especially if you want an army. But this would be a shorter term arrangement, I'm sure your men can learn to share." It would not be a tiny number, but a system would have to be talked out, who gets who when. "We will take care of any...longer term consequences on our own. We are used to that." She was curious if Anahel picked up exactly what she was implying. Something certainly possible with this arrangement.

It was natural she was not going to be thrilled by it, but Sarnia was not going to be bothered. Since there was not a follow up question, she went on the explain the situation. "So, we are led by our elders. The woman you saw before, Anina, well that's her title. The head and eldest living member of my family. She is gathering the heads of the other families. All the leaders of the tribe. They are going to have a talk about this idea of yours. Whether we fight with you. If they agree. The tribe will move, fight with you." Maxim spoke up. He avoided the subject of him and Sarnia for now. He had no intention of makings things easy for her, but putting his foot down too hard was dangerous. They needed help. "We have another need. The Vanorians have taken nearly all the women of my kingdom. We need to get them back Until then, I was hoping your people would help them." Sarnia picked up the obvious implication. "Companionship? Mating? Look, there is bad blood between us. Many of us aren't fond of humans. But it isn't unheard of for one of us to go into your towns, find a man for a night or two. I'm sure a few people in that town have already done it." It was good to clarify this. "Fighting a would be mate. It's in our blood, we love it. Makes it better with someone who is strong enough to beat us. It isn't a requirement though. Especially with humans or others." Well there really were not 'others' besides humans and Lanarin in this area. But there were stories of Lanarin getting involved with others long ago. "I'm sure we can spare some to help the men over there."

So it was about her then? Well that was a fair question from her rival. This was going to be fun. She had only done this sort of thing with other Lanarin before. “Of course you would want to know that.” Sarnia said with an understanding nod. “Unless he fights me again, and wins again, I won’t feel the instinct. But you want to know if we pick one mate for life? Like your marriage? Well, not exactly. If someone else challenges me and wins, I will feel the same…but…”. It was not going to be as simple as simple as many animals of course. ”I’m not going anywhere, unless the talks to join you go badly. You want your army, I’m coming with you and well, he is good, though I don’t have to tell you that. Sorry, but we are competing over the same man, and I intend to put up a good fight.” She intended to give serious competition too, though she was sure Anahel had the advantage and it was not going to be easy.