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I haven’t had as much ti w to write lately as I did previously. realized I had not got to that longer than I should have. Haven’t read it yet. Been meaning to get to it. Hopefully will get to it tomorrow evening. It is a little slow at the moment, and I have not had much planned out for the immediate future, but it should pick up and get interesting in various ways as we go. -
What would it be? Even Honorius had not decided yet. Pick what looked most appealing to him? The one that turned Aliana on more, in her current state. The one that wanted her the most? The decision would come later. “Think back to what you saw. Imagine some of the ones that caught your eye. What they might do to you. Let the spell take its full effect. To feel like you are one of their kind.” When it was done, even after the spell was removed. She would likely continue to crave non-humans, maybe even develop favorites. Some no free human with any pride would do, but the shamelessness of being a slave would allow her to openly give in to such desires. ”Some slaves are actually used for breeding such creatures. But I suspect the general has other plans for you two. Especially for a soldier. Having children complicates such things.” The priest simply continued his education as Aliana began to imagine such things. One of the various uses of other slaves, that she was not likely to experience. “That would require another spell. Your body can endure the mating. But you not be given child by any of them.”
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"You will know the touch of many men, whoever your master chooses, or just maybe, if you are so lucky, even the emperor himself. From other nobles or generals, to the lowest man on the street. Sometimes you will be given as a favor, reward, or payment. Sometimes, just because he wants to..." The priest stepped forward. Placed his palm over Aliana's body, just above the crotch. He chanted words in an unknown language. Aliana could feel a warmth inside her, a change. "...And the touch of the inhuman, monster or beast. Every woman slave experiences it at some point. Some more than others. You will get your taste tonight. That spell will prepare you. None of the beasts in that cage can injure you now. No matter how large, or strange. Nothing will be incompatible to you." He walked over to Lilana, did the same to her, a strange feeling. Almost like she had been changed on a deeper level. She felt just slightly less human somehow, but not in a way that bothered her. She had to wonder how deep the change was. If she, both of them, had been 'rewired' to crave non-human men. To think of them as if they were females of whoever they were with later. She suspected it was temporary, like Aliana's earlier weakening. But she did not ask for details. She was still quiet, recovering from earlier. "Who know what you will both experience tonight. But you..." He looked towards Aliana. "You have seen the inside of the tent. Know what is waiting. Perhaps you will imagine them differently now." Neither he or their master would elaborate on what would be chosen or how. To let both girls' imaginations run, under the influence of the spell. Minds now still human, but not, in a way. Perhaps different creatures would even bring out different instincts and desires in them, as they thought a little more like each kind.
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"Consider yourselves the foundation of the empire. You serve for it's glory, to build it. You have a duty that others do not." His voice was enthusiastic and genuine. It might have come with being a priest, but he genuinely believed what he was saying. Considered slavery a holy duty. "As I told you before. Humans are slaves to the gods. Shouldn't it be natural for some humans to be slaves of others? You understand it now, don't you? You would do anything you could, for your master. The idea of failing him would hurt you more than anything. You do it not out of fear of the whip, but loyalty, love. Yes, a woman slave of a man should understand this is an intense love. You will never be his equal, but perhaps that makes you happier." It was not so much about gender roles, but master and slave. An actual wife would be more or less equal, but as a slave, she had been taught to serve, be used, shared.
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Honorious was pleased Aliana seemed happy with that answer. An extra commitment, she could not turn back from. Even if someone did what had never happened before, broke her out of the training, she would still be Vanorian and nothing could change that. It would not just be honorary to them. The word of the emperor would genuinely change their blood, as far as Vanorians were concerned. The priest stepped in momentarily a proud look on his face, at the two had learned to embrace their new position. “The general has asked to begin teaching you. To truly be slaves, be Vanorian. Of course the later has to wait, for the emperor’s blessing. But you can be prepared ahead of time.” ”You have a place in our society. Our worlds. It is a blessing. You both must understand that now. Unless you see a god in person, you will never experience a moment as holy as the one you recently experienced. Your souls themselves were changed by this event. We were awakened to joy to live for your master, become his completely. In a way you belong more than anyone else ever could, even more than any wife he might eventually take.” ”You will likely have your roles in the temple. There are holy events slaves are used for. Both to connect to the gods and for celebrations. For example, when a boy becomes a man, part of the celebration is for him to take a slave, chosen from those in the area and bed her on the altar, with an audience.” It was just example, of various ways the temples used slaves. “Of course different temples use slaves differently, depending on the god they are devoted to.” Sex was often involved. Though it was not the only thing. Some were more cruel than others. “…Those born to the temples are sometimes used to make the ultimate sacrifice, for gods who wish that. But as the general’s slaves, neither of you will experience that fate.”
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A subtle question. But one that made sense. It would be natural to ask. "A slave is a slave. But a slave has their place in society. Foreigners are just too blind to see it. You need to be taught as you have been. Consider it a a declaration of pride in your position. You were not born Vanorian. You do not have our blood. But if you wish to be considered Vanorian, that is the way. Only the emperor can make a foreigner Vanorian. Others will see you as one of us, consider you one our people, the same as if you had been born one of us." They would still be a slave, treated as one. But it would not be the same. "A Vanorian slave will be looked at slightly differently than a foreigner...I would not necessarily say 'respected', but perhaps a more positive look." If Aliana chose that, she would be telling everyone she wanted to be a slave, and Vanorian, she had pride in what happened to her. They could respect the choice, if not necessarily her. Less contempt for her. "Your fellow soldiers will understand you will fight for them, would trust you on the battlefield. They will, treat you quite well." He meant that in a very specific way, but one he suspected would appreciate, as she was now.
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It was a good state of mind. Of course there would be times he wanted her hear what one or both of them really thought. They were slaves, but he did not want them to be completely mindless, obedient, but not mindless. She would learn though, the ideal way to think, behave, she taken the biggest step, they just had to refine it now. He paused to tell one of the soldiers to summon the priest to his tent. Before leading Aliana back. Lilana was recovering inside, she sat up when her master returned, eyes on him, the same devotion to him Aliana now felt. He took his seat on the chair near the bed. “You two are Vanorian now. It is time to learn more about your empire, what it means to be a slave. The priest will arrive shortly to teach you some of the things he is an expert in. There are things I can teach you too. But I will start with the question. Is there anything you want to know? You are slaves, but you have permission to ask anything you think I could answer.” Was there anything they were curious about? Did Aliana have any questions about her position as a soldier-slave? Anything about the empire in general?
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There were still things to teach both girls too. Lessons from the priest. The touch of non-humans. These were things that ought to be done while they waited. “I will arrange lessons with the priest for both of you. Teach more about Vanoria, your place in it. Perhaps tonight it is time to teach you to enjoy the taste of…others. Or you can take your fellow slave, let her experience it. Perhaps experiment with more extreme ones, before you do.” He did not refer to Lilana as her sister. They were his slaves now. That is what they would be until they accepted each other as sisters again.
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The prisoner watched with some horror, seeing how completely Aliana had changed. No hesitation or reluctance in her voice, complete honesty. He had heard stories, but now he saw the results of the enslavement in process. Another proof of the enemy's power. Could they possibly win? He did not know about trying to convince them to surrender, but he had to at least warn them. The last of his fellow soldiers. He forced himself to his feet, took the opportunity given and ran. Honorious quietly watched, until he was out of sight. "You might get your chance to kill him later. Depends on if he tries to convince them to surrender, and if they listen." He said it indifferently. He would not kill them if they did surrender, but he would feel no guilt cutting them down, if they still tried to fight. I will give them a few days, before we march and see what happens. We'll find ways to keep you busy until then. Plenty of work, plenty of fun." He would be spending plenty of time with her, but others would have their share as well.
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They continued down the plain halls, seemingly randomly at first. Passing a number of doors that Amy could only guess what was on the other side. Skye would only know better, if some sort of smells were slipping. But after a time, they seemed to be on the right track, going on a direct path, that Amy began to find more familiar. She did not say anything though, wanted Skye to rely on her senses, learn to use them in new ways. It was working so far. Eventually they made it to the door. “Good girl. You are already getting good at this. Will have to test how well you do with other smells later, less familiar ones. Amy figured her scent would be a favorite of Skye’s. Easier than most. “Was there anything else interesting, you noticed on the way?”
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“Let’s see if you find anything else interesting. Though I’m not sure what there is, I only saw parts of the building.” As Amy said that, another thought came her mind. A test, or fun challenge. “As we go, you also see if you can use your nose to find the room I slept in last night.” She was not sure how easy that would be, how close Skye would have to get. But maybe eventually lingering hints of her scent from before could lead Skye to the room.
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Amy took a look at the machines, out of curiosity, but did not buy anything. She then turned to watch Skye, letting her have as much as she wanted. There was not a lot on a table, and it would not be a big deal if she ate it all. As long as it did not trouble her stomach, so soon after the procedures, it was fine if she ate as much she wanted. She did not sit though, since it might not take her very long to eat and they might move to another room soon after.
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They technically were not staff. Amy suspected they would be let into most rooms though. Skye was an important enough project to them, she was likely to be allowed anywhere that delicate work was not being done. She open the door, the room was empty, but there was a little food on a table in the middle of the room, and a few vending machines against the wall. A few chairs and a small couch surrounding it. "If you want to eat some it, go ahead." Skye was supposed to generally eat dog food from here on, but she would not mind if Skye occasionally ate human food, especially in rare cases like this.
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Amy was not sure what Skye was smelling, or where they were going but she followed along. There was the occasional smell of various people, who passed by linger smells from cleaning materials. If she got too close to a bathroom door, there would probably be surprising smells. Hints of various food smells were also coming up as they approached both a small cafeteria and a break room, where some of the staff ate.
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Amy walked over to the door, opened it and let Skye follow her out. It was a plain hall without much in it, but maybe it would still be interesting to Skye. Smells of people who had recently walked though, maybe linger smells or faint sounds she wanted to follow. Amy simply walked slowly down the hall, at Skye’s side, seeing what she would do. She was not leading Skye anywhere specific.
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Amy watched Skye. “Take your time. Both with the soreness and getting used to your new senses. We can wander around a little outside the room, if you want.” Were there any interesting scents to follow, other things she wanted to explore? “We can also find a place for you to relax, if the pain becomes problematic.” Skye was supposedly going to be well enough to leave today, but it would not hurt to let her rest if she needed to. It was most important she did not hurt herself by getting too excited.
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It was a little unusual, feeling the wings spread around him too, Maxim kept going, finally starting to go harder. Seeing how much she enjoyed that. While it felt good either way, he was looking forward to giving her what she wanted most and would not hold back, if that was what she wanted. He felt like he did not have to hold back, she said as much earlier. She was happy with it as long as it was with him. In time they might mix in more of her old experiences, in a more positive. It was risky, he did not to treat her like a slave for real or make her feel like one again, but they could potentially draw on her past to make this even better for both of them.
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The sounds and reactions of Anahel’s mouth were a slight distraction, but Maxim worked through it. Her embrace showed how much she was also enjoying it, perhaps for the first time ever. It encouraged him to keep going, not stop. Based on she before, he guessed she wanted it hard. But he was going to gradually increase the speed. For now he continued as he had been. He wanted to feel more of her reactions, encourage that embrace, make her not want to let go.
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It continued for a few moments, before Maxim finally decided it was time. He shifted his position, guided himself in and began going. It was eager, aggressive, but not especially so. He could not help continue to kiss her as he went. It was a pleasure good enough that it almost could not be described, felt like a blessing, though he assumed she was already more or less human down there, there was nothing especially holy about what they were doing.
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Maxim figured even this was something familiar yet different to Anahel. Something plenty of men had done to her before, but in a different way, pure lust, and using her more like an object. He did not have any real experience here, but he was glad to continue teaching her the differences. Words she had said lingered on his mind, possibilities for later, but he was going to keep it simple for now. Give her something special, both in how it felt, and just maybe something else much more special on the longer term. He would start that soon, but he took the moment to enjoy this. This was also more than he had hoped for, having expected a political marriage, with a woman was likely to be beautiful, maybe enjoyable sex, but not especially close. This was different though, and it would only get stronger between them as they fought, lived and eventually ruled together.
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This was what Maxim had been waiting, enjoyable as what came before was, this was what he really wanted. The first attempt, the chance of binding her to him forever, a family. The marriage ceremony to be was a formality, more for others. This was what would truly bind them. He would do it soon. For now though he laid over her, she could feel the hint of what was to come. So familiar but new. He would wait a moment to enter her though. For now he acted on the passion that had been building up, kissing her deeply, eagerly. Showing that while he still thought of her as an Angel, she was increasingly a woman in his mind. His woman.
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It would take a little while to give Anahel what she really wanted. What they both really wanted. Her words motivated him to make it come quicker though. Going strong, hard, fast, he finally released inside her, the second of three holes down. As he caught his breath, he quickly pulled out. To give Anahel the chance to do the spell again and any other repositioning and preparations she wanted to do.
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It kept going for a while. A hard steady pace. Not rushed, but eager to get to the part he expected to be even better, and was necessary for their main goal. He was thinking less about the moment though, he could not ignore it completely, he had grown up as royalty, knowing that was his duty. But it was not the priority, for now the priority was Anahel and the pleasure. He could feel it beginning to build, he was eager to give it to Anahel, like she wanted.
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The girl needed a lot of practice, a lot more training. It was fairly impressive, the progress she was making though. “Keep it up like that, it will gradually become more and more natural. Feel more and more like it is part of your body. That won’t happen today of course, nor for a while. But that will be the eventual goal. As simple movements become more natural, challenge yourself with more complex ones. Learn to her body by reflex, as much as your own.” That would be the goal for now, of course they would eventually explore other sorts of magic, probably while she was in the middle of this practice. But they would wait a little.
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Equals was the goal, though for Maxim it was still a little hard to think of them that way. For him it was the opposite problem though, hard not to think of an Angel as a superior. Of course she was eventually going to becoming something else, not quite human, but more human than Angel. He was keeping that in mind. She was essentially his fiancé at this point too at least, if not unofficial wife. That was his thinking, he wanted her to enjoy it at least as much as him, if not more. Make her feel the advantage she had over Sarnia in their competition, whichever one won the race to motherhood. He did not relax, he was putting everything he could into it. For her to enjoy it as much as she could, it might shorten things a little, but he could still go for a while.
