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Journal of Business Ethics, Vol. 142, #3, 2017 Journal of Philosophical Logic, Vol. 46, #3, 2017 Journal of Philosophy in Schools, Vol. 4, #1, 2017 Journal of Political Economy, Vol. 125, #3, 2017 Philosophia, Vol. 45, #2, 2017 Ratio Juris, Vol. 30, #2, 2017 Signs, Vol. 42, #4, 2017 Studia Logica, Vol. 105, #3, 2017 Studies in History and Philosophy of Science Part C: Biological and Biomedical Sciences, Vol. 63, June 2017

Journal of Business Ethics, Vol. 142, #3, 2017 VSI Editorial Essay Christopher Michaelson. Virtual Special Issue on Humanities and Business Ethics. Original Papers Cynthia Stohl, Michael Etter, Scott Banghart, DaJung Woo. Social Media Policies: Implications for Contemporary Notions of Corporate Social Responsibility. Samantha Miles. Stakeholder Theory Classification: A Theoretical and Empirical Evaluation of Definitions. Charlotte M. Karam, Dima Jamali. A Cross-Cultural and Feminist Perspective on CSR in Developing Countries: Uncovering Latent Power Dynamics. Najah Attig, Paul Brockman. The Local Roots of Corporate Social Responsibility. Christopher Wickert, Antonino Vaccaro, Joep Cornelissen. “Buying” Corporate Social Responsibility: Organisational Identity Orientation as a Determinant of Practice Adoption. Xinming Deng, Yang Xu. Consumers’ Responses to Corporate Social Responsibility Initiatives: The Mediating Role of Consumer–Company Identification. Rafi M. M. I. Chowdhury. Emotional Intelligence and Consumer Ethics: The Mediating Role of Personal Moral Philosophies. Victoria Bush, Alan J. Bush, Jared Oakley, John E. Cicala. The Sales Profession as a Subculture: Implications for Ethical Decision Making. Matthew A. Douglas, Stephen M. Swartz. Knights of the Road: Safety, Ethics, and the Professional Truck Driver. Laura J. Noval, Günter K. Stahl. Accounting for Proscriptive and Prescriptive Morality in the Workplace: The Double-Edged Sword Effect of Mood on Managerial Ethical Decision Making. Zeger van der Wal. Future Business and Government Leaders of Asia: How Do They Differ and What Makes Them Tick? Book Reviews Daryl Koehn. Review of Virtue in Business: Conversations with Aristotle by Edwin Hartman James Jianxin Gong. Ethics in Accounting: A Decision-Making Approach. Sybol Anderson. Thomas Klikauer: Hegel’s Moral Corporation. Back to top

Journal of Philosophical Logic, Vol. 46, #3, 2017 Original Papers Aldo Antonelli. Completeness and Decidability of General First-Order Logic (with a Detour Through the Guarded Fragment). Hajnal Andréka, Johan van Benthem, István Németi. On A New Semantics for First-Order Predicate Logic. Martin L. Jönsson. Interpersonal Sameness of Meaning for Inferential Role Semantics. Zhiqiang Zhuang, Maurice Pagnucco, Yan Zhang. Inter-Definability of Horn Contraction and Horn Revision. Christoph Benzmüller. Cut-Elimination for Quantified Conditional Logic. Back to top

Journal of Philosophy in Schools, Vol. 4, #1, 2017 Articles Editorial Laura D'Olimpio, Andrew Peterson. Articles Amber Strong Makaiau. Using a philosopher’s pedagogy to teach school subjects: The case of Ethnic Studies at Kailua High School. Arie Kizel, Marlene Abdallah. On the seam: Philosophy with Palestinian girls in an East Jerusalem village as a pedagogy of searching. Margaret MacDonald, Warren Bowen, Cher Hill. Using engaged philosophical inquiry to deepen young children’s understanding of environmental sustainability: Being, becoming and belonging. Michael D Burroughs, Tugce B Arda Tuncdemir. Philosophical ethics in early childhood: A pilot study. Asha Lancaster-Thomas. How effective is Philosophy for Children in contributing to the affective engagement of pupils in the context of secondary Religious Education? Book Review Jane Gatley reviews The Routledge International Handbook of Philosophy for Children. Back to top

Journal of Political Economy, Vol. 125, #3, 2017 Articles James Andreoni, Justin M. Rao, Hannah Trachtman. Avoiding the Ask: A Field Experiment on Altruism, Empathy, and Charitable Giving. Sumit Agarwal, Gene Amromin, Itzhak Ben-David, Souphala Chomsisengphet, Tomasz Piskorski, Amit Seru. Policy Intervention in Debt Renegotiation: Evidence from the Home Affordable Modification Program. Geert Bekaert, Eric Engstrom. Asset Return Dynamics under Habits and Bad Environment–Good Environment Fundamentals. Dario Cestau, Dennis Epple, Holger Sieg. Admitting Students to Selective Education Programs: Merit, Profiling, and Affirmative Action. Mitsuru Igami. Estimating the Innovator’s Dilemma: Structural Analysis of Creative Destruction in the Hard Disk Drive Industry, 1981–1998. Adam Isen, Maya Rossin-Slater, W. Reed Walker. Every Breath You Take—Every Dollar You’ll Make: The Long-Term Consequences of the Clean Air Act of 1970. Francesco Passarelli, Guido Tabellini. Emotions and Political Unrest. Back to top

Philosophia, Vol. 45, #2, 2017 Special Issue: "Toleration and Pragmatism" (pp 397-501) Original Papers Sorin Baiasu. Toleration and Pragmatism: Themes from the Work of John Horton. Rainer Forst. Toleration and its Paradoxes: A Tribute to John Horton. Glen Newey. Modus vivendi, Toleration and Power Modus vivendi, Toleration and Power. Peter Jones. The Political Theory of Modus Vivendi. Albert Weale. Associative Obligation and the Social Contract. Susan Mendus. COntingency in Political Philosophy. John Horton. What Might it Mean for Political Theory to Be More "Realistic.' More Original Papers David Alexander. Unreasonable Cartesian Doubt. James Andow. Intuition-Talk: Virus or Virtue? Rod Bertolet. On the Arguments for Indirect Speech Acts. John W. Carroll, Daniel Ellis, Brandon Moore. Time Travel, Double Occupancy and the Cheshire Cat. Steve Clarke. A Prospect Theory Approach to Understanding Conservatism. Joseph Corabi. Two Arguments for Impossibilism and Why It isn't Impossible to Refute them. Daniel Coren. On Young's Version of the Principle of Alternate Possibilities. Tess Dewhurst. What We Really Think About Knowledge: It's a Mental State. Manuel Heras-Escribano. Non-Factualist Disponsitionalism. Johan Gamper. On a Loophole in Causal Closure. Jason D. Gray. Scheffler's "Afterlife Conjecture" is Not That Compelling: How His "Doomsday" and "Infertility" Scenarios Might Robustly Preserve Value and Meaning. Jani Hakkarainen, Markku Keinänen. The Ontological Form of Tropes. Timothy Hsiao. The Ethics of 'Gun-Free Zones.' Back to top

Ratio Juris, Vol. 30, #2, 2017 Articles Nils Holtug. Luck Egalitarianism and the Rights of Immigrants. Kieran Oberman. Immigration and Equal Ownership of the Earth. Lars Lindahl and David Reidhav. Legal Power: The Basic Definition. Gustavo Gozzi. The “Discourse” of International Law and Humanitarian Intervention. Notes • Discussions • Book Reviews Luo Yizhong. I Should Not Be a Free Rider, nor Am I Obligated to Obey. Angela Condello and John R. Searle. Some Remarks about Social Ontology and Law: An Interview with John R. Searle. Issue Information Back to top

Signs, Vol. 42, #4, 2017 Call For Papers : Special Issue: Gender and the Rise of the Global Right Winners of The 2017 Catharine Stimpson Prize For Outstanding Feminist Scholarship Cameron Awkward-Rich. Trans, Feminism: Or, Reading like a Depressed Transsexual. ( Free Access) Meghan Healy-Clancy. The Family Politics of the Federation of South African Women: A History of Public Motherhood in Women’s Antiracist Activism: Winner of the 2017 Catharine Stimpson Prize for Outstanding Feminist Scholarship Articles Srila Roy. Enacting/Disrupting the Will to Empower: Feminist Governance of “Child Marriage” in Eastern India. L. L. Wynn, Saffaa Hassanein. Hymenoplasty, Virginity Testing, and the Simulacrum of Female Respectability. Raz Yosef. Conditions of Visibility: Trauma and Contemporary Israeli Women’s Cinema. Raminder Kaur. Mediating Rape: The Nirbhaya Effect in the Creative and Digital Arts. Myrna Perez Sheldon. Wild at Heart: How Sociobiology and Evolutionary Psychology Helped Influence the Construction of Heterosexual Masculinity in American Evangelicalism. Currents: Feminist Key Concepts and Controversies Janell Hobson. Celebrity Feminism: More than a Gateway. Short Takes: Reflections on Rebecca Traister’s All the Single Ladies Kate Bolick. Surveying the Singles Beat. Rebecca Carroll. Ain’t We All Women? Nancy F. Cott. It’s Great to Be Young. Bella DePaulo. The Urgent Need for a Singles Studies Discipline. Barbara J. Risman. Great Stories about Ladies without Partners. Judith Stacey. Our Work Is Never Done. Rebecca Traister. A Response. Book Reviews Progress of the World’s Women 2015–2016: Transforming Economies, Realizing Rights by UN Women; Gender, Development, and Globalization: Economics as if All People Mattered, 2nd ed., by Lourdes Benería, Günseli Berik, and Maria S. Floro. Review by Nancy Folbre. Giving Up Baby: Safe Haven Laws, Motherhood, and Reproductive Justice by Laury Oaks; After Roe: The Lost History of the Abortion Debate by Mary Ziegler; Governed through Choice: Autonomy, Technology, and the Politics of Reproduction by Jennifer M. Denbow. Review by Laura Harrison. Thinking Sex with the Early Moderns by Valerie Traub. Review by Karma Lochrie. How to Do Things with Pornography by Nancy Bauer; New Views on Pornography: Sexuality, Politics, and the Law edited by Lynn Comella and Shira Tarrant. Review by Lynn S. Chancer. Discounted Life: The Price of Global Surrogacy in India by Sharmila Rudrappa; Wombs in Labor: Transnational Commercial Surrogacy in India by Amrita Pande; Cosmopolitan Conceptions: IVF Sojourns in Global Dubai by Marcia C. Inhorn. Review by Laura Briggs. About the Contributors Back to top

Studia Logica, Vol. 105, #3, 2017 Original Papers Arun Kumar, Mohua Banerjee. Kleene Algebras and Logic: Boolean and Rough Set Representations, 3-Valued, Rough Set and Perp Semantics. Marcin Łazarz, Krzysztof Siemieńczuk. Distributivity for Upper Continuous and Strongly Atomic Lattices. V. Michele Abrusci, Claudia Casadio. A Geometrical Representation of the Basic Laws of Categorial Grammar. Tomáš Lávička, Carles Noguera. A New Hierarchy of Infinitary Logics in Abstract Algebraic Logic. Annika Kanckos, B. Woltzenlogel Paleo. Variants of Gödel’s Ontological Proof in a Natural Deduction Calculus. Farida Kachapova. Metamathematical Properties of a Constructive Multi-typed Theory. U. Kohlenbach, A. Nicolae. A Proof-Theoretic Bound Extraction Theorem for CAT (κ)(κ) -Spaces. Minghui Ma, Ahti-Veikko Pietarinen. Proof Analysis of Peirce’s Alpha System of Graphs. Gilda Ferreira. Rasiowa–Harrop Disjunction Property. Book Reviews Yaroslav Shramko reviews Norihiro Kamide and Heinrich Wansing, Proof Theory of N4-related Paraconsistent Logics. Studies in Logic vol. 54. Volker Peckhaus reviews William Ewald and Wilfried Sieg (eds.), Michael Hallett (associate ed.), David Hilbert’s Lectures on the Foundations of Arithmetic and Logic 1917–1933. In collaboration with Ulrich Majer and Dirk Schlimm (David Hilbert’s Lectures on the Foundations of Mathematics and Physics, 1891–1933, Vol. 3). Back to top

Studies in History and Philosophy of Science Part C: Biological and Biomedical Sciences, Vol. 63, June 2017 Editorial Information General Articles Karina Alleva, José Díez, Lucia Federico. Models, theory structure and mechanisms in biochemistry: The case of allosterism. Tarquin Holmes. The wild type as concept and in experimental practice: A history of its role in classical genetics and evolutionary theory. Benjamin Sheredos. Communicating with scientific graphics: A descriptive inquiry into non-ideal normativity. A.E. Walsby, M.J.S. Hodge. Schrödinger's code-script: not a genetic cipher but a code of development. Greg Priest. Framing causal questions about the past: The Cambrian explosion as case study. Mark Sagoff. Theoretical ecology has never been etiological: A reply to Donhauser. Justin Donhauser. Differentiating and defusing theoretical Ecology's criticisms: A rejoinder to Sagoff's reply to Donhauser (2016). Essay Reviews Helen Anne Curry. Extension and experiment: The politics of modern agricultural science. Bartlomiej Swiatczak. Towards an ecological view of immunity. Daniel Liu. This is the synthetic biology that is. R. Paul Thompson. Darwin and teleology: Redefinition or historicizing? Studies C Essay Giamila Fantuzzi. Cancer is a propagandist. Back to top

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If you find any of the sections of stories I write interesting, I’ve tagged every story with “Isen” so if you search for Isen’s name you get every part I wrote. If you have any questions about my stories, or want to tell me anything, go ahead and send me a message.

When Lynn finished praying to the gods I met him outside, he took a while but I didn’t complain, that was normal. I was just sitting on the front steps next to my body guard. The yellow Adestrian male, his name which I found out was Ilin. Ilin was veteran from Red Wing Academy, which means he just graduated, he got an honors in his studies, and was labeled as one of the top twenty most versatile soldier. Ilin was taking about the Red Wing Academy in a surprisingly good light; oddly enough, I expected it to sound a lot worse. But everybody’s opinion is different. “You know Isen you should come to the gun range with me, I could show you a few things. I am a licensed instructor after all.” “You know how to use guns?” I asked somewhat surprised by this comment, Mincridarins were still very much new to this world, Adestrians just started arriving. I expected them to be a little bit behind on technology. “Yeah, I learned how to fire a gun powder style rifle, because I was one of the top in my ranged combat practices. Only three other learned how to use proper human weapons. But they’re so hard to handle the darn things are too small for us. I nearly ripped my rifle in half just trying to handle it for the first time.” Ilin explained with a simple but loud laugh. Though when he gestured to his hands I under stood why, his hands could cover my entire head if they wanted to, twice over, and they had thick fingers and sharp and well maintained claws. “What are you two doing?” Baron asked breaking the happy mood of the conversation when he came up from behind. His anger deep in his voice as he knocked Ilin’s head with his fist. The Adestrian flinched and looked at Baron slightly confused. “Waiting for you.” The Guard simply countered. “Dammit are you an idiot? Out here in plain view, Isen is exposed he could get shot. He needs to be in cover.” Baron protested angrily, and the two males glared at each other, both entirely prepared to fight out their ideals. I had to intervene of course, and so I quickly between the two of them and blocked their vision of each other. “Enough you two, I’m fine.” Baron turned his attention to me and a dark annoyed look in his bright green eyes. “You could die Isen! This isn’t some game.” With those words he took hold of my arm, his grip was firm and much like large metal cuff; I wasn’t going anywhere. “I don’t want you to get hurt… I love you… I don’t want to lose you… I don’t want to see you die.” Baron countered his anger dissipating with every other set of words, until he feel silent and his eyes became sad, and his ears splayed back. Seeing this I took hold of his elbow and simply pulled his arm away, he didn’t fight me. His actions, the way he looked, made my heart hurt. Mincridarins had this natural innocence to their deadly personality. Their emotions were incredibly easy to read, but that only made any kind of sadness all the more hear wrenching, it was like watching a puppy whimper. “Sorry Lynn…” I finished simply wanting to change the mood and shift his attention. “You should go home and get some rest Isen, I have work to do.” Lynn said simply gently rubbing my arm. At this moment, in this state I could feel the pain in his heart, his emotions were unstable he had a harder time controlling his magic, and so it was easier to feel everything he felt when he touched me. I had gotten used to this in some regard, because of the many nights he come home tired and upset from working. But there were times much like this where his pain was hard to let go, and I didn’t want him to leave. Not in this state. I felt all his loneliness, his dark and depressed emotions, his heart was crying, and I could feel that cold solitary emotion. The weight of his fear, of losing someone he cared about. He may have appeared sad on the outside but on the inside he felt beaten and corned, stuck and confused. I felt his anger at himself, the shifting and conflicting emotions at war, nothing at balance. I knew Lynn and how reckless he could be, I couldn’t let him go without trying sedate some portion of himself, and help him relax. So I took his hand before he stepped any farther, he looked at me and being in contact with him. I could feel all of his emotions through his magic. “Lynn… I never loved you.” I started and I could feel his emotions grow more intense but I pulled him closer to me and hugged him, forced his arms around me. “But Lynn you are the first Mincridarn I ever met, the first person I ever mated with, the first person to teach me things about my sexuality that I didn’t even know. You took care of me and I might not love you, but you were my first for so many things, you were even my first friend. It wouldn’t be hard to love you, and I’d love to try, but most of all Lynn. I care about you too, I don’t want you to get hurt either. I don’t want to see you die either trying to protect me. IF you ever got hurt because of me I could never live with myself. So please stop pushing yourself so hard.” I felt Lynn’s arms tighten around my waist and he nuzzled the back of my neck softly, and I could hear him start to softly cry. “I don’t want to lose your Isen.” Lynn cried as his arms hugged me tightly but not the point he broke anything, but very close. “Lynn, you try to hard sometimes, you need to remember Murphy’s Law. I always tell you that. IF something bad will happen, it will happen. You can’t control everything, not even when I live or die. But Lynn if I do die.” “Shut up Isen. That won’t happen.” “Lynn, can you promise by heavens golden oak that if I die you won’t kill anyone.” “You won’t die Isen, I’ll make sure of it.” “Lynn if I die, please know that I’ll never care for anyone more than you, you taught me so much. You are family to me even if weren’t not joined. So please promise me if I die you won’t seek revenge. Please that’s all I want to hear you say.” I said shifting my hands through his mane, he had always told me he like that, and I knew the reason he was bottled up, confused and angry, was because of me and my impending possible death. I needed him more than anything to let go of me if I died much like he did his parents. “Don’t make me promise that.” “Lynn please promise me that.” Baron wept softly into my shoulder, and they’re was a small crowd of on lookers watching us but most of them knew better than to make too much of a scene about this. “I promise by heavens golden oak I won’t seek revenge.” “And bring me back from the dead.” I finished knowing that Baron had plenty of connections and could somehow prevent my death one way or another if need be. Though such paths were dangerous, and that was something I didn’t want Lynn to be put through if I did die. “Isen…” Lynn protested. “Lynn please.” I simply countered, and I felt his hand grab my sides firmly, as he spoke. “And promise not to bring you back from the dead.” He cried softly and I could feel his body become loose and defeated. Now more than anything he just felt bitterly sad, and so he cried openly. I smiled hearing this because I knew taking away some of those options might help ease his burden, and to accept things as they may come about. “Lynn we should get going.” “Please let me stay just a little longer.” Lynn protested and I said nothing else and just held Lynn go for a little longer, he eventually let me go and we went on our own ways.

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Pray

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It had been a few days after the ruined date I had with Mrs. Ring and her son Andrew; the playful third wheel. Though I thought about it as ruined, Mrs. Ring loved it regardless. Battle didn’t scare her in fact it kind of just proved her point; that I needed someone like her to protect me even more. I had tried to explain that it wasn’t a good thing, but she was a Mincridarn, and she wasn’t going to let it go, so I gave up trying. For the most part the Adestrian military fully agreed to give me a protective detail, just one Adestrian guard was sent to keep a close eye on me and protect me. He followed me everywhere. It was nice but also incredibly annoying. Being under his, the Yellow Drake’s intimidating gaze, now made me understand why there were so many celebrity story lines, where the celebrity runs away from their body guards. His gaze was oppressive and suffocating, I couldn’t even go to the bathroom by myself anymore. He even made a point to prevent people from coming to close to me. Which was a good thing because I was now free, and I had many persistent stalkers who wanted to be my mate and or mate with me. So it wasn’t all bad. It was Lynn’s idea to go to the temple Wednesday morning, my secondary long distance protective detail. Ever since the HPD (Human Prosperity Division) tried to kill me he was different, he was distant in all most every sense; it was hard to talk to him. He was always busy looking out for me, it like he was there but somewhere else mentally. He almost lived in my apartment, with Aldure. It’d take some effort just to get him to leave, and leave my protection detail with to my new body guard. In a way it was good because he was focused on something else but, in the same way, he practically gave up on trying to date me or be my mate again. It was a weird sensation but that bothered me. The one reason that Lynn brought the idea of going to the temple was because he was very religious, like most Mincridarins. He was devote believer in the Gods of Creation, and he hadn’t gone to the temple in a while. It was about time he visited and prayed. See that was the one interesting thing about the Religion of the Mincridarins, there was no true set day for religion, no set time to pray, not set times on how many time a person needed to pray. No true philosophy of enlightenment, or better understanding. The Gods of Creation, was a religion based truly and fully based on faith, the belief in that the Gods of Creation truly existed. In some cases, they had true and very real reasons to believe in their gods. See Mincridarins, in their Dimension, where their world resides, Demons, and Angles are true and very much real. Interactions with such beings are very normal, and regular. Both Angels and Demons still clash but those that talk to either party hear stories of the gods of creation and their actions. It’s even said that two of the gods of Creation, the Goddess of Quire; The Goddess of Water, is sealed inside the body of a Female called Lilyanna Malrin, who lives with and is joined with the God of Assassination, in the royal Palace in Mincara; the Mincridarins; Capital city. Both of these “Gods” are well known for their limitless and incredible magical feats. It’s said that Lilyana Malrin, came to a beach off the coast of some foreign country, looked up at the massive tsunami that would drown much of the city. She simply raised her hands and the entire wave just stopped in middle of its crest. And as if it was nothing sent the water back into the ocean and settled the waves. The God of Assassination is said to be so deadly and so precise, he can slaughter three thousand soldiers in under a minute. Such feats of magic, even to most masters of Magic, is beyond comprehension, the amount of magic required to do such tasks is immeasurable. Also simply, Lilyanna Malrin and her Mate have both openly stated that they were gods, and after knowing some of their stories it hard think of any way they could be lying. Summoned Angels and Demons have both confirmed these claims.

Though there is plenty of support of Human religion, the fact that such claims, and provable evidence in the existence of Gods, and Goddess exist. The Mincridarn Religion of the Creation, is widely supported. Though it’s still shunned and looked down upon, because closed minded people still can’t believe the stories and claims. Though the Mincridarn religion also spreads fear to many, because of the reliable evidence and claims. In some Middle Eastern countries Mincridarins are out right banned as well as their religion. Some countries and states have done the same. Mincridarins are only able to actually to live and visit ten states across America; anywhere else is dangerous. I personally follow the religion, I was one of those people that would say “If you can prove it I will come”. Mincridarins have proved the existence in gods and therefore I go to pray and worship. So I visit the temple with a few Mincridarins every week to pray for an hour. Unlike most buildings in the Mincridarn Sanctuary, every building is normally run down and broken in some state, cracked bricks, old ruined floors, dilapidated houses, ruined leaky roofs; terrible, oh so terrible wallpaper, and so many mechanical hazards. The temple was the only purely Mincridarn built structure, the building was made with old Medieval style techniques and a few modern shifts, due to regulations. The temple was the size of a proper church. It had to massive doors capable of fitting any kind of Mincridarn breed, and or Adestrian. The doors were made with two inch thick pieces of ancient oak, reinforced with metal braces and nails. The doors were carved with the images of the Gods of Creation. The craftsman ship was nothing beyond short of museum worthy. But unlike most modern buildings the old oak doors were built on a track, and slid into the walls. They were never locked. I could never push open the doors, but Mincridarins could do it with frightening ease, each door would probably weigh around a thousand pounds. So a simple bell was installed for us weaklings, and the caretaker of the temple would come and open them for us. The Caretaker of this temple was and older Gentleman, an old buffalo. He was kind and gentle just as he was strong, he loved playing with the cubs and watching them for the mothers and fathers that entered to pray. In fact he built a small playground in the garden behind the temple just for them. The Caretaker, as I only know him as, because when someone becomes a caretaker they no longer have a name but a title. The Caretaker wasn’t around which I expected, since I could see plenty of Mincridarins in the massive open hall when I entered. The old Caretaker was probably just watching the cubs. All humans are supposed to take off their shoes, while Mincridarins are supposed to clean their feet in a small water bath nearby. Towels were simple and clean. The solid stone slab floors were cold but comfortable. Light streamed down inside the temple from outside through stain glass windows. Which had no pictures of Gods or Angels or Demons, they simply were patterned to added color and atmosphere to the room. I took a small pillow from a wooden shelf on the wall, which was made for my size. There weren’t chairs or pews, just the floor and an altar. I didn’t say anything because the temple would echo my words to Lynn, and Lynn was dead quite. I knew better than to say anything anyways, because Lynn grew up as Grave Keeper, his very life revolved around religion and religious rites, and he had punished me for speaking or saying anything before. The temple was not a place to converse but commune; Nothing else. If you wished to speak you do it outside. Phones were a big No, anything that caused sound beyond simple whispering was loathed. So either the phone was silent or it was placed in a bin to be taken later. I simply turned my phone on silent and walked with Lynn, as his feet clopped and echoed through the hall. I simply took a seat on the floor where the space was open. I sat on floor pillow, while Lynn went to the altar. The Altar was at the front of the hall up two small steps, on this gray stone slab altar with rising steps of its own, were large one foot tall statuettes. Each of the statuettes represented the idea of what one of the gods of creation were. No one touched them other than the caretaker. It was forbidden to touch them, they were sacred objects. Each of the statuettes were placed in a category, fifty one to the left were made of the cleanest white Marble possible, and these represented the heavenly gods. Fifty-one of the blackest of natural stones represented the Gods of the Underworld. Eighteen of the stones in the center were made from the dirtiest gray possible, a mix of black and white never too much of one color. These represented the Gods of Gray, or the Gods of balance. They watched over the mortal plane, and protected the mortal plane from Divine and Dark Influences. They were the Law Keepers of the Gods. One thing to know about the Gods of Creation, Black and white didn’t mean the same thing for Mincridarins, both Black, White and Gray were just categories. Black represented the Deepest Abyss in the hearts mortals, but that didn’t mean Sin, or Evil but the nothing. The Black Gods Governed over the Nothingness; the loss of everything that makes a person a person. They ruled over the underworld to punish those who have done wrong and evil things in their life but that doesn’t make them evil, it’s simply their job to punish. The White Gods Govern the idea of Existence, everything that is not nothing but still something. They look over the Heavens to grant peace and purity, but that doesn’t make every white god good natured. Gray represents a balance between nothingness and existence, a cycle of both, life and death; rebirth. Gray is the embodiment of neutrality, neither good nor evil, but both at the same time. This is why the Gray represented the mortal plane where life is finite, and protected it from Divine and Dark influences. I normally prayed to the Gray gods, the Goddess of the Library, who governed over stored knowledge, to help me in my writings. The God of Creation, to help me come up with ideas about what to write about. Finally I would pray for good health, to protect me from sickness. Normally once you’re pray to the gods you converse with them, to tell them stories about your life. It’s like entertaining them. Lynn explained it to me like listening to the radio. The gods could listen to anyone and could change between who was praying, so they weren’t likely to hear your but that didn’t mean they couldn’t. In a way it was like confession but you didn’t need to speak to anyone but the gods and yourself. It was kind of nice at some points, to just know that someone might honestly be listening to me and my silly problems. I’d normally stay and pray for an hour to just relax and kind of meditate, just talking to the gods or anything that might be listening to me. Spending an hour in near total silence was normal for most Mincridarins, and when I finished I looked at Lynn who was still praying to the Black God of Burial. Though the Burial was a Black god that didn’t make it evil, it was kind of like talking to a telecommunications company. The god of Burial would take prayers and pass them on to those that had died. Lynn was praying to his Parents, his Parents died when a demon attacked his home, trying to claim souls from the dead his family tended. It was a blood bath, and he had watched his parents die. However because of his natural affinity to the darkness, he had slain the demon who had been weakened in combat with his parents. He missed them terribly, but even if Lynn was given all the magic in the world he’d never try and take his parents from paradise, he’d just have to wait until the day he died to see them again. But what I found interesting to watch was the ceremonial stance Lynn took whenever he prayed. He would never fall to the floor and lower his head in prayer, he never sit upright and meditate. He would stand straight up, bring his right leg back, bend it to the point he was partially kneeling. He’d bring up his hands up, and a foot away from his face, lower his head and close his eyes, with left hand on top of right hand, level with his eyes brows he’d pray. On special occasions, I’ve seen Lynn pull out his Gray Robes, and preform powerful magical cleansing rites on the Graveyard around the temple; to keep dark beings away and to help the dead pass on. He normally preformed this during the Festival of Spirits, a day with communing with the dead and when the walls around the mortal plane were weakened on purpose for just a single day. It was both a good and bad day, because that was the day that dark entities would run rampant or take hold, but it was good because that was day when the souls of the dead could come to the earth to speak with their loved ones.

Ever since the Mincridarins had come to Earth, their strange rules and magical laws have affected this world as well. Many people visit the graveyards just to see those they lost again, but this also causes plenty of fear, and turmoil. And the Festival of Spirits is both feared and or loved. Though I personally haven’t lost anyone I love yet, though I hope that never happens anytime soon. I have personally met Lynn’s parents, and they are boisterous, and playful, but utterly happy. They made the Festival of spirts awkward sometimes, because they want me and Lynn to get joined as well, and to adopt cubs of our own.

#Lynn/Isen #Part 21

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Calamity Part 2

When Lynn returned and had healed my rear, I sat up on the bed and removed the gag. “Lynn, don’t break your promise.” I simply said and looked at the stallion who looked at me confused as I handed over the gag and put it in his hand. “We’re done.” I continued as I got to my feet, the look at Lynn’s muzzle was one of shock and he looked at me watching me confused. He dropped the gag and grabbed my hand, before getting to his hooves and turning me around to look at him. “I didn’t break any promise. I’d never do that.” Lynn protested and I swung my hand free of his grip. “You just beat me because I had let someone mate me, because I didn’t call you or leave a note. You gave me the right to sleep with whoever I wanted, you promised that I could. Don’t even lie to me Lynn, you threatened the wolf, and possibly beat him. You lied to me, Lynn we’re through. You made the deal and you promised if you ever broke it, that you’d let me go. You broke it, and so I’m leaving. Don’t stop me Lynn.” Lynn fell into a heavy silence and his entire body soon slumped in sadness, before he gave a simple nod of understanding and he closed the door to the room. I know this hurt him, but I didn’t want to be a slave, I was his roommate I gave him my body not my rights. IF even by accident, he took that away it meant he could do it again, and I didn’t want to forced, to submit and have no free will. So I packed up my clothing, computer and opened my cell phone. Because of who I was I had plenty of favors and strings I could pull. I was easily able to find an apartment near my work that I could rent. I walked out of the room seeing Lynn holding his head on the couch, and he looked at me and saw the suit case. “I’m sorry Isen, I didn’t mean too. Please don’t leave.” Lynn begged as he got to his hooves and came in front of me hesitating to touch me his eyes starting to fill with tears. “Lynn, I know. But maybe this is better, I’m not some slave. I have my own life I should be able to sleep with who I want. I’d never spend your money without warrant, and I did everything a good roommate would do, but taking away my sexual freedom. I’m sorry but I can’t allow that, you promised never to blackmail me if you broke your word. Don’t break it any further, I still like you Lynn and you’ll always be my friend. So I’ll see you around.” I countered before Lynn pulled me into a hug not wanting to let go. “Isen I love you, please don’t leave me.” Lynn begged, I just did nothing and looked up at him before speaking. “Lynn, I never loved you. I was merely bending to your will because of what you had over me. I could never love someone that would abuse me.” I explained and Lynn pulled away and looked down at me with wide eyes, full of shock. “But, you liked everything I did, you never told me no.” I simply looked at Lynn and he feel silent as he understanding my silence. “Why didn’t you tell me anything?” “Do you have any idea how serious I was about following your word because of what I had over my head? Do you have any idea what that would do to me beyond this sanctuary city? But do you really think I loved everything I did, being abused by a group of males, and being forced to submit to everyone you brought home? I followed you because I was terrified of what you had over my head. I could never love you, I just simply followed orders. We’re done Lynn.” I simply finished, still hating the look on Lynn’s face, but I truly didn’t love him, but he was a friend and I hated seeing him like this. “Where will you live?” “It’s better if we don’t talk for a while, but I’m sure you’ll find out eventually. Nothing really gets away from me in this city. But before I go, remove your hypnosis.” I demanded and Lynn nodded as he came close, he took my head in his hand and placed his thumb on my forehead, and after a moment I came too, having blacked out. “You better swear by heaven’s golden oak that you didn’t do anything else.” Lynn grew silent and nervous and I grabbed his ear and pulled him down to my eye level. “I’m done with your games Lynn, you’re my friend but I don’t love you I never have. Do you want to make this any worse? Stop fucking with my head, or I’ll leave the city forever.” I protested and Lynn looked at me sadly. “Please Isen don’t leave me.” Lynn begged holding onto my shoulders and I looked down at him saying nothing. He held my head and after a moment I woke up again. “I swear by heaven’s golden oak that I’ve done nothing to your head without your permission.” Lynn agreed and I let go of his ear and removed his hand from my head. I walked to the door and looked back at Lynn. “If you ever need my help give me a call, but I’m not your bitch don’t waste my time.” Lynn softly nodded and with that I left him alone. No one realized I was walking away, and I left the apartment building listening to my music. Before I walked down the streets heading for my new home. The building was towards the outskirts of the city, it was still under renovations but the bottom floor rooms were usable. “Did you two have a fight?” A male naga asked, as he followed me into my room, the room was basic in structure and had a shared bathroom that had no available locks on the doors. This was because Mincridarins were friendly and trustworthy enough to not steal from each other; in fact the main problem with the territory would be fighting and brawling, in fact that was the only real crime around this area. “He broke a promise, I’m not living with him anymore. So I have to find a better place to live. Thank you for letting me stay here. I’m sure you have plenty of offers. Here’s first month’s rent.” I explained as I took out my wallet and with cash paid the reptile, he looked at the money sadly. Most of the Mincridarn city looked towards Lynn and Isen as a way to live alongside humans. The fact that they were not seeing each other, would cause quite a stir. “You helped me settle in this world, Isen. This is the least I can so please enjoy your stay.” “If you need any help, I’ll see what I can do, but I might not be around often because I’ll be working more now.” I sighed, knowing the reason I could mainly stay home and have a part job was because of Lynn, now that I was alone I’d need to cover up for everything. Luckily I hardly spent money for nearly three years; so my bank account was stocked with quite a bit of cash that could tie me over for some time. “I understand.” The Naga agreed as he went to the door and left Lynn alone to look over his apartment. Lynn locked the main door to his apartment before he looked over the dull apartment. “The floors were made of brown tile, this way toes, claws, and talons didn’t scar up the floor so easily. The walls were covered with a stain resistant tan pain, they were bare no pictures or anything but visible marks for places to hang up pictures and such. There was a large sliding door closet by the entrance, where I kicked off my shoes, before closing it, before I went to look through the kitchen. Luckily the government had already covered the cost of, plates, bowls, silver ware and cups. There was also a modern dishwasher. A fridge well stocked with food. The kitchen was L shaped with a longer width, and had an open concept design. The floor tile however shifted to a white and was covered with a simple carpets along the bottoms of the cabinets, the soft simple light blue carpets matched the color of the walls, and however they were darker in color. I knocked on the bathroom door just next to the kitchen, just in case. Hearing nothing I opened the door and walked inside the bathroom. The bathroom was a similar white tile, with blue walls, a large and small toilet stall on the left wall. These allowed privacy and for a more diverse selection of Mincridarins to come and settle in. There was a large and smaller sink, and even a large fashioned water fall shower. With glass panel sliding doors. I saw marked cabinets, one for room one and room two. These were not locked as well and were large enough to store plenty of items and towels. Seeing this I made my way to my own apartment, and slid the door closed. The living room was well sized to accept about any range of Mincridarn. There was even a large screen and entertainment unit. There was a large window with the curtains drawn open and the metal mesh screen exposed letting in warm morning air. “I’m glade most of this is owned by the government or I’d be screwed on rent.” I said aloud to myself with a happy sigh, knowing that this apartment though being renovated was one of the better one in the area. I slide open the door to my room and saw the large bed, a double king, covered with blankets and sheets. Seeing this I sighed knowing the bed was too large, but with how sturdy and well made the metal framed bed was, it was not going anywhere. I’d just have to deal with it. The floor a brown tile with tan walls, the large window on the other side of the bed was open letting in a breeze of warm air and light. I unpacked my clothes putting them into the dresser designed for both breeds as well, I hung a few clothes in the closet, before I shifted over to the desk and set up my computer. I only took the essentials, I still had things back at Lynn’s apartment, but feeling the padding between my legs I made my way into the kitchen removed it, and tossed it into the trash, before tying it closed and replacing the bag. With that I left to go and collect the rest of what I personally owned.

#Lynn/Isen #Part 13

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Phobias (Major Fetish Diapers/Slight Watersports)

Phobias

When I woke up in my room everything felt different, the entire room was modern and very human like, with painted sky blue walls, white moldings, even the very bed I was sleeping on was soft and comfortable. Previously the bed used to be stiff and uneven. The room smelled fresh and clean, and I looked to the bedside table and saw a small electrical clock and a crystal lamp. I shifted to look around because I knew this was my room, it smelled like it, and it felt like it, even with the carpeted floor underneath my feet. I walked to my closet and opened it to reveal my clothing, though looking at them closely I could see the stitching was much tighter, and smoother.

Then I looked down between my legs, and found a small cloth diaper between them, it was held in place with simple buttons, and I could tell it was wet since my crotch felt wet, but then I felt my neck because when I looked down I could feel a bit of resistance. Thankfully my room now had a mirror, and I could see one of Master Raven’s slave collars around my neck. The black choker, rimmed with silver and bearing his royal mark, in the center of gray glowing crystal. The royal Raven mark looked like it was branded on the crystal due to the thick and firm black lines, and the indentations on the surface. Though my mind shifted back down to my crotch where I felt the thick cloth padding between my legs. The front was a thick dark blue plastic coating, but the inside was soft, and of course it was damp because of my own mess. It had been years since I had worn cloth diapers, and it felt amazing. I just couldn’t help but rub the damp padding into my sheath. But in the corner of the mirror, reflected in the room behind me, I saw a folded stiff piece of paper over my lap top on the desk. Marked with Lynn’s name. Wondering what it was, I came to the letter and sat down in the firmly padded black rolling chair, god’s it felt nice. I had been sitting on wood and firm metal, the padding was wonderful. Even the padding in Matra wasn’t as good as the padding on the chair. I shifted towards the familiar wooden desk, and leaned on the surface as I picked up the letter and revealed what was inside. -To my amazing friend I couldn’t stay in Matra. I’m sorry I know you hate it when you get gifts like this and have to accept them, but when I saw you living in this place, I knew you needed some kind of escape. I know you’re supposed to live among the people of Matra, but you’re not a Mincridarn. You’re a cute sheep in wolf’s fur just trying to blend in. I know it’s so much compared to the wood walled prison you used to have, but please don’t be mad at me, it was fun recreating our room. The textures and colors; they were all hard to fabricate, but by the gods I’m amazing if I don’t say so myself. I haven’t used so much rune magic in years. I know you have questions so I thought up the questions you might ask. One Where did I go? Well when the Mages Council found out I was Master Gageth’s replacement, so they called me forward to review my role as a member of the council. So I don’t know how long I’ll be gone… Sorry Isen. Two Why am I wearing a diaper? Well that easy Isen, I’m glad you asked. Well I know how much you like wearing them so I made about twenty four, two of every basic color. I know that doesn’t make much sense by I threw in my personal favorite colors as well. I thought you might like feeling wet when you woke up, so I kind of made you pee yourself. I hope you don’t mind it’s nothing permanent I promise. I know you’d hunt my ass down if I did something like that. Three Why didn’t I wake up while you were doing all of this? Isen, I’m a rune mage I could easily put you into a coma and make you sleep for twenty years. Trust me I was going to make this a surprise, so I wasn’t going to let you wake up before it was done. Four Why am I wearing this collar? Isen the collar is specially made to filter out your gift from your magic, so when you express your magic in front of anyone they’ll never react in some kind of sexual or loving manner. I made the collar bearing Master Raven’s mark because, you are his slave in a manner of speaking. You will do as he says Isen, he’s not as bad as he seems, I’ve learned that myself. So the one thing about slave collars Isen, they are never made to come off until the contract is over, of course I didn’t make it time locked you can remove your collar at any time. But the point is, it’s illegal for anyone to touch a slave collar, no one will steal it and or try to take it off of you. OF course I made it so no one could do that anyways, but not the point. The collar will however make it harder to go out in public, but that’s why I made it silver. Silver represents a slave with more freedom then most, so it’s a way of saying your Master has given you permission to wander outside his estate, and do as you please. So you have all of the same freedoms as you once had but the collar just proves that Master Raven is your true master, and that he owns you and therefore it’s his duty to protect and train you. Five How long have I been asleep? You’ve been asleep for a good half a day, by the time you wake up I’ll probably have been gone for a few hours. Isen I know you don’t love me, but I’ll always love you, and I hope you still will let me be by your side until the end. But what hurts the most is that you never told me what happened to you, I would have stopped blackmailing you in a heartbeat if I had known. What I did was cruel and unforgivable, now that I know what happened to you. Next time when we meet can you promise never to hide anything from me again? Regardless I hope we can see each other again soon, but that might not happen. Forever loving you eternally -Lynn Daren-

I smiled when I finished the letter, Lynn was the romantic dork, and he loved being the chivalrous knight protecting the fair maiden from evil. So he loved leaving these small notes and letters whenever he could. Sometimes he’d leave small letters on the fridge back on earth when he saw that I was upset, or he was just trying to be romantic. It was one of the reasons I just thought Lynn was just an asshole in the end, not one of those rapists’ and murders; because he actually seemed to respect me as a person. I wasn’t an item to him. I felt the necklace around the neck stroking the polished gray crystal around my neck, because I knew it was almost an extension of Lynn. I might wear the clothing he made and live in the room he furnished, but the collar was personal, it was his way of showing that he was respecting my wishes. Showing me that he was willing to help me never use my gift. I soon heard a soft bell echo in my room and I looked towards the door, where bound to the handle was a brass bell tied to a string just a couple inches below the handle. Master Raven entered the room carrying a tray of food in his hand, wearing nothing but simple cotton underwear. When he entered he looked around the room rather amazed by the details, though he saw me standing up and his look of surprise vanished and his firm stern look retuned. “What are you doing out of bed Kitten? You’re supposed to be resting.” “Sorry Sir.” I admitted putting the letter in the top drawer of the desk. He stood in front of me and put two fingers down the front of my diaper. “You really are a kitten aren’t you? Had to wet your diaper like a cub.” Master Raven simply protested as I grew warm at the parental gesture, and I watched as Master raven pulled his fingers out of my diaper and shoved the leather digits in my muzzle. “Clean my fingers kitten.” I did as asked, and after a moment of simple sucking, he pulled his fingers out my muzzle and wiped the residue on my chest. Though I looked at his leather hands and wondered how he knew the difference in by padding. “Sir how could you tell I was wet?” “Special gloves from my father, they are family heirloom, their enchanted to be almost like a second skin. I can feel everything as if I was touching it normally, it’s a little muffled but I can feel when things are wet like blood and sharp like swords. Now Kitten let’s get one thing straight, you can wear your diapers all you want, but I will never once change them, do you understand me?” Master Raven asked firmly. “Yes Master Raven.” With that confirmation the Cheetah sighed and put the tray in my hands. “If you’re well enough to stand I guess you should get ready for work, you’re running behind but you should be fine. Eat, then clean your dishes, also take a bath unless you want to let people smell your piss stained fur. When you get back from work, we need to talk about what happened yesterday morning.” “I’m guessing you don’t approve of what Lynn did?” “Yes and No. My duty is to train you so you don’t rely on such strange things. Though these things do look interesting. He however forced my hand, I agreed to let him do this as long as he changed and modernized some aspects of my Brothel, and home as well. But that cub spent far too much time in here trying to impress you.” “That’s Lynn alright, whenever he can use his magic to craft, he always tends to go overboard. Did you know in Ende when he was young he created a small city underneath his house with his shadow magic? He made statues and homes, even people. I’d love to see it, but he said he had to seal it away because confused spirits kept on getting lost down there. Regardless Master Raven, thank you sir for the food.” I said and lifted the tray of food slightly before setting it down on my desk. “Just eat you meal Isen, you have plenty to do.” Master Raven commanded softly before tapping the collar I wore. “You do look good in that.” I rolled my eyes, of course Master Raven said that, and I nodded with a small smile. Though the cheetah came closer, with how close he was I had to look up at him and he looked down at me with heavy handed glare, I quickly be scared that rolling my eyes had upset him and I was about to protest but his gaze kept me silent. I always had a hard time talking to people when they stared at me sternly. Master Raven grabbed my arm, and then before I knew it he brought his hand down and smacked my ass, even with the padding I still felt it all. “You were slouching again.” Master Raven explained and with that he let me go, and walked out of the door closing it behind him without another word. My heart was beating firmly because Master Raven may be a hard ass and abusive, but fuck he was hot. I finished my meal, and washed the dishes but when I came to the kitchen I quickly took notice of the new fridge and oven plus cook top. Seeing these I quickly got happy and hugged them. “Stove cooking I’ve missed you so much.” I said happily thinking of human meals I could cook. I’d have to cook something when I got back for sure, something easy to test the heat and cooking times. Though thinking about the recipes in the bath, I quickly realized I knew nothing about how to cook Mincridarn meals, of course I had seen their ingredients before, but I had never used them. I cleaned myself off, and used a small bit of soap to clean my fur and my scent before dressing up in a simple green silk sleeveless coat, with a tail that was split to make tail movements easier. I simply buttoned this in place with wooden pegs, and put on some brown pants. I left my feet bare just so I didn’t have to deal with the garter belt. I eventually left Master Raven’s home with laptop bag in hand. I met a single guard in front of the Spotted King’s Brothel and she took me to the embassy. Class was amusing as I thought it was going to be, talking to the students about the movies, the action, the locations, and the items and weapons, weapons most of all. Mincridarins had a general fondness for weaponry, so they had plenty of questions. As homework I assigned them elementary school level worksheets, they were provided to me by the Ambassador. Apparently the Embassy had a copier, so I could select homework assignments from a work books and print them out. Though once I had given them the homework, I had to explain why the paper looked so clean and white. Though when everyone had left, I had started working on a class room attendance spread sheet on excel as well as an assignment grading scale. I had never taught anyone, and I’m sure if I ever was supervised by a proper teacher they’d chew out every flaw I was making. But Matra had no choice, I was their only option, and they’d rather have me then no one at all. Thankfully the lectures weren’t so super intense, it was mainly responding to questions, but I knew that was going to have to change eventually. So I had to come up with some kind of plan to teach them properly. These first few classes would probably just be testing classes, just to get the students on board before I actually started to teach them. Though when I was all done preparing for the next day, the guards took me back home and bid me a good night, mainly because it was already late in the afternoon, well after lunch. I was about to go upstairs and relax, by diapering up and getting on my computer to write, but that fantasy was halted by one of the bucks guarding the door. He came over to me and grabbed my shoulder, and spun me around so I had to look at him. It wasn’t Belvin, the scent was different. “Master Raven wishes to speak with you, come with me.” The buck informed and I nodded in understanding, following the guard into the brothel, and around the main level to one of the tables in the back. I quickly took notice of Lynn’s added detail, because the walls were detailed with vines and pictures of landscapes, but not overdone just something have in the background. The furniture had a simplicity in their details, it was subtle difference, more depth to details and smoother curves. It was like shifting between qualities of videos on the computer, the room used to be on a 360p quality, but now it was more like it was 1080p quality. Master Raven was sitting in a booth in the VIP area, and the guard stopped at the steps but I continued up and looked at Master Raven, he was wearing no clothes and smell of fresh sex, both male and female musk. Though when I came close enough he looked up at me with the cold stare on his muzzle. “Sit down.” The words were simple and firm, a command meant to be listened to but soft enough to be disregarded, but I sat down regardless. “Isen I want to help you get over your fear of spiders.” Master Raven said and he lifted his hand when I tried to speak, he simply looked at me and warned me with a simple gesture with his finger. The simple gesture and his own silence left me quiet, and I listened afraid of what he was going to say. “Isen, I can tell you’re scared, but it’s my duty as your master to train you, and so I will do everything I can to train you out of your fear. I’m asking for your permission, that is all, I promised to never abuse you so I won’t, and I won’t do anything unless agree. Plus there is no point in training someone who isn’t willing to be trained.” Master Raven said leaning back on the bench with his right arm hanging on the back of the bench, while his left rested on the table holding the whip in his hand. His words left me dazed in deep thought, but when my silence seemed to be too long, Master Raven’s gaze bored into my head and his question back to my mind, and I fell silent truly nervous by what agreeing meant. My hands were lightly shaking at the idea, or maybe I was just shaking in general. “Do you have an answer?” I looked up at Master Raven, expecting a bit more time to think about this, but the sudden need for an answer left me speechless my mind cut down the middle. I wanted to say No, but Master Raven was willing to help me overcome my fear of spiders. I hated it but I knew it was something I needed to do as well. “You really are a kitten, just go. If you don’t want to do it, don’t waste my time.” Master Raven said after a moment waving me off with his left hand looking away from me. “It’s not that Master Raven, I’m just scared.” My words brought up his gaze back to me again, the cold commanding gaze looking down at me. “I want to say yes but I’m scared about it being too much.” “Kitten, this is a simple question do you want to get over your fears or do you want to let them control your life; Yes or No?” His simple words left me uneasy, but also hard to refuse. “Yes Master Raven I don’t want to be afraid.” With that agreement he got up from his seat, and he came closer to me and took hold of my upper arm and lifted me off my seat, and close to his chest. It was almost like one of those scenes from an anime, most likely manga since very few animes seemed to be have a proper gay romance. “You agree to do as I say when I say it?” My hands were tense and grasped at air and soon cleched in uneasiness, but I nodded in agreement. “Yes sir.” I felt like I was signing my life away again. “Come with me.” Master Raven commanded, and he let go of my hand and walked away with his whip in hand, but he soon let it fly striking the side of one of his slaves. A female who cried out in pain dropping the broom in her hands. “Do your job, next time I see you watching me instead of working I’ll see you before bed, do I make myself clear?!” He called out firmly, and the female quickly grabbed her broom of the ground and nodded. “Yes sir.” She whimpered softly as she continued to work. Though with the abuse done Master Raven took me back upstairs but not into his personal home, but the VIP meeting area upstairs and into a room marked with a one. The room was clean except for a single chair and a large fruit spider locked in a cage. Seeing the spider I quickly started to try and pull away, and tried to break free of Master Raven’s hold. I cried softly I didn’t want to be near the spider, this was too much, but he lead me into the room and forced me into the chair in front of the spider, which the hissed at me and lunged at me as if trying to attack. Master Raven grabbed my arms and held me down. “It’s locked up Isen it won’t hurt you, just breath. I’m right here, I won’t let it hurt you.” Master Raven said speaking directly in my ears, I heard his words but I just saw the spider in front of me, nearly three-fourths my own size, glaring at me and hissing , trying to crawl out of its cage. Its long legs restrained by cuffs, so they didn’t travel far beyond the bars of the cage. The cage rocked about but it was bolted to the floor. I curled up into a ball in the chair my arms still behind my back, I couldn’t even use magic, so the room must have been warded. “Let me go… Stop!” I cried out in fear and Master Raven let me go, and I just curled up in a ball in the chair unable to move…. I think I had pissed myself because my pants felt wet. My entire body felt like it was covered in tiny spiders, shifting around underneath my fur. “I then felt Master Raven pick me up, and carry me out of the room and sit me down on my bed, I was still crying and I was shaking. All my mind could think about was that large spider crawling over my body. I could feel its body on my back and its legs stabbing into my skin. “Isen! Enough look at me!” Master Raven yelled in anger, and I looked up at him, Master’s aggressive voice snapping me into reality, and the spider shifted to the back of my mind. His features softened and he felt my face. “I’m sorry, I should have known that was too much. Just relax and breathe. I nodded and I did as he asked me to do, but my chest could only make shaky breaths. “Isen just come with me and I want you to watch it from the door way.” “No Master Please, not again.” “Isen I promise you that spider will never get out of its cage, it’ll never hurt you.” Master Raven comforted lightly petting my head. “Isen I would never do anything that would put you in danger, Lynn would skin me alive.” Master Raven’s comment made me smile, because that sounded like Lynn, ruthless in his protective nature. The simple joke had calmed me down slightly, and Master Raven stood me up from my bed, but my legs barely could support my weight, I had to lean into Master Raven’s warm chest just too barely stand. “Do you want to try again? We can do it tomorrow morning before you go to work. I just want you to feel safe around the spider, it’ll never hurt you. I promise.” Master Raven assured rubbing my upper back. “Can I hold you like this?” “Sure kitten.” Master Raven agreed and with that agreement, he lead me back to the spider, and opened the door way but he didn’t step inside. The sight of the large spider struggling brought images of it breaking out, but then I felt Master Raven’s arm come around me. “How was your day work Isen?” My fingers dug into Master Raven’s back and he shifted in pain, but I didn’t notice much. I was only staring at the spider, but master Raven pulled my muzzle up to face his. “Look up at me not the spider, just talk to me, I’m right here, it will never hurt you, I promise.” My eyes couldn’t keep a steady gaze on Master’s muzzle, but eventually he blocked my sight, and then only feelings of the spider coming up behind me shifted my focus. But I looked up at Master... “I… Was…. It was… Fun.” I answered between shaky breaths, having a hard time concentrating on my words because the sounds of the spider, and the feelings of spiders coming around me distracted me from saying anything properly. “You know Lynn showed me your story before he left.” “That bitch did what!” I cried out in anger, my magic spiking alongside my anger, I glared at the Cheetah and he only smiled and flicked my nose. “Do you want to break the crystal lights again?” Master Raven asked and I looked at him my magic quickly falling away, I just glared at the Master utterly unamused with what he said. “That isn’t funny. That story is private, if I wanted people to read it I would have posted it on the internet.” “Tell me about your book.” I just simply glared at Master Raven but he kept a steady gaze on me. “Think about your book when you’re scared.” Master Raven continued before gesturing to the spider as he let his leather hand fall down from my vision, revealing the spider falling still and curled up against the edge of the cage terrified, silent. I looked at the spider, and got a shiver up my spine, even if it was scared of me it was still hard to look at it, and watching it felt like something was crawling up my back. “I think were done for the day, but remember Isen the easiest way for you to relax is to think of something that occupies your thoughts. Think about your book, I’m sure when your not thinking of anything else your thinking about your book. So think about what you’re going to do when Abagail leaves snow peak.” “How do you know those names?” I asked looking up at Master Raven, glaring down at him but he simply closed the door, and walked away from me saying nothing. “You read my book?!” I protested chasing after the male but he continued to walk away in silence. “You know it’s not that bad of a read. Pretty interesting.” Master Raven said and I looked at him bitterly, and he stopped at the door to his house he muzzle was emotionless and my glare did nothing to him. “Isen you really should let people read it, do you know how many Mincridarins would love to read a book like that?” “How did you get into my computer?” I demanded, though it was hard to get mad because I was mildly embarrassed about it, no one was supposed to read it. “Didn’t Lynn enchant it? Do you really think he didn’t do things for his own benefit?” “How much have you read?” “Out of the three thousand pages? I’ve read about the first chapter. It’s good Isen.” “It gets worse… I’m a terrible writer.” I admitted and Master Raven raised an eyebrow, but opened the door for his home. “So you don’t mind if I read it?” “It’s not like I can stop you.” I simply protested bitterly, mostly embarrassed as I walked away from Master Raven just wanting to get out of his line of sight. I never wanted anyone to read my book because it was so pathetic. It was supposed to be for my eyes only, it was supposed to something I did just for fun. “Isen take a bath you smell like piss, and you’re dripping everywhere!” Master Raven called out before I went into my room, and looking down at my pants and then the floor, everything he said was true and I was leaving a small trail of piss on the floor where ever I walked. I looked back at Master Raven who had his simple firm look on his face, and his dominating stance, he didn’t need to say anything. I knew just by how he looked at me he told me to clean it up. So I did after I stripped and put my pants in the hamper along with my underwear. I cleaned the floor wearing nothing on my tail end.

#Master Raven/Isen #Part 45

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Contracts and Demands Part 5

�� I woke up to my alarm clock as usual, and groaned feeling my face I was dead tired, and I had only slept for three hours. Thankfully I didn’t have to go into work today so I was able to relax in bed, and I quickly and happily curled up in my pillow knowing I didn’t have to move from my spot. I was just about to drift off again when the bell to my room jingled and I looked up to see Raven looking down at me, he looked perfectly fine, and very naked, he walked towards me, with his arms crossed. “Raven please go away, not right now.” I protested weakly because I didn’t have the energy to deal with him right now. “Master Dale we need to talk about the ball, how did it go?” He asked picking me up out of bed by the back of my vest, and sitting me upright. “Raven… Seriously?” “This is the first time I haven’t attend the ball, I want to know how it went. You have to tell me everything.” “If I cook dinner will you leave me alone?” I asked groaning, rubbing my eyes to remove their dreariness. “No sir.” I looked up at him and fell back into bed. “Fine.” I protested pulling the blade from my hip and leaning it up against the side table. With a deep breath laying on the pillow I started to tell Raven everything that had happed. Though by the time I stopped talking, Ria stumbled half-dressed and smelling of sex. “Woah, those slaves know how to party. Gods I can’t believe I never tried it before.” She groaned leaning on the wall looking at me. I sighed and snapped my fingers and my desk chair came towards her and she sat down, with my magic I simply pulled her near. At this point I was awake enough to sit up, and crossed my legs on the bed as I restarted the story so she could listen to me. Healing her hangover as I talked and some of the sexual injuries she had gained from the night before. By the time I finally ended the story they both looked at me rather unhappily. “You should have kept that female by your side.” Raven simply stated looking down scolding me partially. “And you should have wandered around the ball room and got yourself acquainted with many other nobles. You need to spread out, if you don’t earn the respect of other nobles you won’t hold your position in the court for very long.” Ria added and Raven nodded in agreement. “I hate these kind of things, there annoying and just full of manipulation, and lies. That female was just wanting to be around me because she wanted to marry into my name.” I countered stiffly and Raven groaned and pushed back his ears. “It doesn’t matter what you think of what she was trying to do you, you should have stayed with her, and she may have introduced you to others. You are a stranger very few know anything about they’re going to weary of someone that has no history. You have to show them your better side and allow the nobles to get comfortable around you, or else no one will do business with you. Think about it as trying to get a loan from a bank, you make many small loans you pay back promptly allowing the bank to get comfortable with you, and then you can start taking large loans. Think of every small loan as an interaction, when you pay it back promptly, think of that as a good interaction, that earns you respect with the nobles as a whole. It doesn’t matter if you fail every now and then as long as you are seen as a good and fair noble among the others. When you get in there good graces that is when you can start asking things from them, and they’ll agree to do things for you, because they know your word is fair and they trust you. It’s not about whether you like that noble or not, it’s about if you are able to interact with the properly. Right now to the nobles you are a mystery they aren’t sure to trust or despise you, you are a wild card, that could ruin them or make things better for them, so nobles are going to test you now.” “That means?” I asked understanding the bank styled explanation, rather surprised by Raven’s input because I didn’t take him to be a political figure, he seemed more like a back ground figure. “Good and Bad things, rumors, shunning, tasks and forced interactions. How you handle each one will determine if the nobles will respect you enough to trust you, or leave you by the wayside. You need their support so right now, this is the true political game. You can’t trust anyone, anyone could be working with a noble to collect information on you. So be careful what you say and how you interact with those around you. You need to keep your secrets tucked close to your chest, and a dagger tucked in your belt.” Raven explained with a very ominous tone that forced me to pay close attention to his words. “Then what should I do?” “Live your life as you normally would, but play things a bit close to the vest, but try not to be too secretive, you want to keep their eyes on you.” Ria explained and I raised my eyebrow looking at her. “And how would you know anything about this?” “I’m Night Watch, political games are what we have to deal with for a living, even in the military. But I think you should try and participate in the Arena?” “Why would I do that?” “Mincridarins are always looking for strong mates, even friends, if you can prove yourself to be strong and powerful. The nobles will want to interact with you, because with power comes respect.” “You know I was half expecting you to say reasonability.” I added and Ria looked at me confused but before she could say anything else I shifted the answer. “But I’ve heard you kill in the Arena?” “Depends on the tournament, if it’s a city wide competition, killing is forbidden, you can maim but if you severely wound, or kill, you are punished by the full extent of the law.” Ria explained firmly before sitting back in her chair. “But why do I want political power? I just came here to live and make a life for myself, not become a part of some kind of political agenda.” “Sure, but think about it like this, imagine being denied everywhere for no apparent reason, and just ignored every single day of your life until you die?” Raven simply explained and his words were so simple and intense I quickly understood the need, and just groaned falling back on the bed. “Fine, I’ll do my best to play the game.” “Good now first things first is you need to push the boundaries a little, impose a hold on someone else’s territory, just a small portion, just enough to get their attention. We Ravens have always dominated the slave Market so something else would be best for you, in order for you to stick out and show a change in leadership.” “How about residential building, you’d be surprised how many properties we have around the city. I have recorded lists of properties that the Raven family still owns even after hundreds of years, and pictures of maps of the city and where Raven properties are.” I explained and Raven smiled. “That’d be perfect, no one likes being kicked out of their house. But if you can prove ownership even after so long you can pull the rug out from under their paws, and that will ruffle some noble’s feathers.” “I’m thinking renovation, most of the properties are in trees that are referred to as the back woods, I’m guessing there are plenty problems in that area so if we improve the land value of some of the houses, that’ll catch some people’s eyes… For my books I’ve always had to come up with floor plans for houses and I have a program on my computer that can help me create designs and layouts. It just getting the permits to allow such renovations.” I explained looking at Raven since he seemed to understand what to do and play the political game. “Permits?” Raven simply asked looking down at me. “You know things that say you can build something because it goes against regulation?” “Isen if you own a property you only need it to be within those simple regulations, what you do with the property beyond that is up to you.” Raven explained and that left me kind of surprised, but I didn’t debate it much, because the lack of oversight would make these things quick and easy. “Ok but I need to sleep, I’m not going to able to function like this, when I go to the Archives I’ll choose some locations from the Maps that’ll go way back, back enough to piss people off, that way they’ll talk about it, but when they see what I’ve done they’ll be surprised about it, and talk about what I’ve done. But I need a lawyer to make sure the properties I look are still legitimate, two I need see the regulations required to build, three I’ll need time to come with plans because I’m probably going to be the one building the houses with magic. Thank the gods Lynn trained me so rigorously in manipulation, I just hope I still got that touch, it’s been ages since I’ve last done anything with wood. I’ll also need some protection in case things go sideways, so some proper guards would do nicely. Ria can you do that?” I explained giving out my orders. “That’ll be easy. I know a few guards that wouldn’t mind a few more leafs in their pockets. You’ll just have to pay them up front first.” “Fine, just have Raven pull the money out for you. Now can you two both let me sleep?” I asked and they both looked at me and simply nodded, and left the room. Ria closed the door as she left the room. I woke up hours later and took a bath and got dressed in fine red vest and black pants. I pulled the laptop bag over my shoulder and left for the Archives alone. The two slaves I would have taken were passed out on the floor one on top of the other. Cock still inside the other’s ass. It was an amusing enough sight that I had to take a pictures, to embarrass them later. I worked on the ledger but most of my work was dedicated on the previous land holdings marked down in the ledgers, contracts which I pulled from thick leather bound binders, and reviewing the maps of the city. I asked the Grand Archivist if I could see an up to date map of the city, he agreed understanding the need. Based upon the ancient maps I had of the city, The Capital City Tarva had grown nearly twice as big, but that didn’t mean the property I still owned wasn’t gone. Just for my personal record I took a picture of the maps, before I returned the city map to the Grand Archivist, yelling my thanks because anything else he couldn’t hear. Sometimes I had yelled so much at him that my throat had gotten sore, though when I couldn’t stand the ledgers anymore, I cleaned up the table and packed up everything I needed, and left the Archives. When I got back to the brothel I had noticed some pretty pathetic tailers following behind me. They were terrible as suppressing their presence and blending in, they were painfully obvious it was like a scene in an action comedy. I took pity on them and just did nothing, because they were trying really hard, and I could tell, but they just gave everything away. They looked away when I looked at them, they hide behind people and things, and at points they were just talking to each other in order to blend in. I eventually made my way upstairs of the brothel, the two large guards standing out front greeting me as I passed by them. Dropped my things and sighed starting to unpack, but I stopped when Raven came and collected me, he had already found a lawyer; so he lead me the Lawyer who was enjoying some drinks and sitting downstairs in the brothel. I gathered everything I had and brought it down. The lawyer reviewed the land holdings, and contracts. Out of the twelve I had brought him only one was seen as invalid, because of the fact that the contract was far too old to review properly, and because of a discrepancy in the contract that released the property back to the slave’s family if the slave had died in training, which in the contract was plainly stated. Also one thing to note was that I should be getting paid some minor tax by the families that still owned the homes for the simple fact that I owned their home. He also explained I could regulate who lived in my homes, and shift the tax on the house as much as I liked within the regulated standards. But if I wanted to shift the tax around I would have to fill out the paper work. Which the lawyer stated I should do regardless because I was getting no returns on the properties as of right now, because of the fact that some properties were so old, the contract and who actually owned the property was forgotten, so the paperwork would merely reawaken the tax and put it back into play. The lawyer finished by explaining that the regulations and building codes that I needed to follow, and provided a list of requirements that I had to obey or I could be penalized. The requirements were vague and utterly simple, locks on doors, windows, sleeping space, and kitchen of some kind, owning a bathroom wasn’t even mentioned. That personally made me feel sick, and I was going to make sure that these houses had a proper bathroom. So when the Lawyer left after being paid for his service I told Raven to find me a builder, I’d need an assistant who knew what he was doing if I wanted to create some of the things I had in mind. Raven nodded and left leaving me alone with my computer where I was already starting to come up with ideas for the buildings. Ria returned with three guards from the Barracks that were available for the next few days, they were paid fifty brass leaves up front, each of the three would get a single copper leaf once done, on agreement. We set up a time in the morning to meet in front of brothel and they left to go on their way. Raven returned with a single meek looking rat, an earth mage who specialized in building. He sat down and was brought a drink and we talked about how to manipulate the wood and how to build with it and how to build a bathroom most of all. When I showed him what I planned to do he spat up his drink in surprise, and looked at me in utter confusion wondering if I mentally stable, asking why I would do so much for those lowlife’s. I would have knocked the rat on his ass, but I held back. I hated his words just because they were so degrading to other citizens. I was a mage capable of making a home for nearly no cost out of pocket, making a families life better, and just trying to be charitable made me insane, that very concept was infuriating. Raven was perceived my anger and he had the rat escorted out by two slaves, though with how to build things out of the way I closed my laptop, everything was in place. We merely just needed to act. And after a good night’s rest act we did, I woke up just before the leaves started shifting from green to the summer sun yellow. The first thing I took note of was the smell when we neared the Back Woods, it was revolting and rank, I was sure I would lose my sense of my smell if I stuck around too long. The citizens in the Back Woods you could tell were leaf-less or nearly had nothing to their name. Their bodies were clean but their closes were old and torn. When we came to the house I thought might make the most impact. I knocked on the door, until I got an angered response from a male. When the door was unlocked and got jammed on the floor, the male slammed open. I looked up into the face of an angered and tired reptile, his slit eyes glared down at me and his large body was naked. “What in the gods names do you want?!” “I’ve come to tell you I own your house?” The anger in his eyes only grew more intense and he crossed his arms in front me and looked down at me. “I own this house, it took me years to buy it from the damn city.” “Actually sir, it was never owned by the city.” I said and he looked at me confused but still very much angry and soon enough a tall slender female came into view and looked at me and then the guards. “What’s going on?” She asked worry only in her voice and her mate turned to her and quickly took hold of her shoulder. “It’s nothing, don’t worry scales over these idiots. They were just leaving.” “I’m sorry but your still seem a little confused I said I own your house, it was never owned by the city. It was given up when a Male going by the name Sithen, when couldn’t pay his debts. The house belongs to the Raven family.” “My Grand Father, but he died years ago?” The female quickly protested, and soon enough a few small hatchlings called out from the back of the room. “Your Grandfather Miss, never was married when he became a slave, so when he signed the contract giving up all he owned to the Raven family, this home wasn’t co owned by any other person or mate. So this house, he owned all by himself, so when he signed the contract he lost this house as well. Even if your grandfather died the property never went back to the city, and he couldn’t give it to anyone. The Ravens own your home I can show you all the paper work if you want.” I explained and the females and males face looked down at me with a mix of depressed emotions, but the male tensed up and confronted me grabbing my vest and pulling me closer, but a blade soon came to his throat, and he let me go. “We aren’t leaving?” The protested angrily still very much standing his ground. “Sir you misunderstand I never said you had to leave, I’m just merely stating I own your home, and as such I can do with the property as I want. I’m not here to drag you out, I’m here to improve your home free of charge.” The look on their faces were of sheer shock and the made seemed unsure of how to respond. “What’s the catch?” He asked glaring down at me after a moment regaining his own composure. “The Raven name is under new ownership. I personally own the Raven name. Pleased to meet you my name is Isen dale the owner of the Raven name.” I simply stated with a simple bow, greeting the male. “My actions are simply to be charitable, and improve the tarnished Raven name. But if you don’t want me to be here I can walk away. I have many other homes I have to get too.” I explained simply starting to shift away, but this comment caught the male off guard, but he settled down soon enough. “Wait sir. I’m sorry for lashing out at you, I’ve spent years trying to earn the leafs required to pay for this home, what would happen after your done? I won’t turn down your charity but I don’t want to let a demon walk through the door.” The Phrase was strange but the simple explanation was that he didn’t want to be scammed; smart guy. “I can give you two options sir, I’m willing to sign over the ownership of this home directly to you free of charge, no strings attached, or you can pay me a small tax, and allow me to remain the owner. If you do that though, if anything breaks or gets damaged, it’s my reasonability as the landlord to make sure it’s repaired or taken care of properly. In short you’ll be paying me rent.” The reptile felt his neck and looked at his mate, who was keeping her hatchlings close by her side. “Can we wait to see what you do with our home before we agree to anything else?” “Of course sir.” I simply agreed and the reptile nodded. “What do we need to do?” “Merely clean your home, and bring anything that isn’t part of the tree out, my guards will make sure your belongings remain safe, so if you need to go to work, or anything you may go and do that.” I explained and he looked at me curiously and then at the guards. “How can I trust you with my things?” “Sir, I’m trying to improve the Raven name, I don’t want to make things worse for the Raven name. If I say we’ll protect your things, we’ll protect your things. If we are incapable of doing that I will be sure you are repaid properly.” I explained and he nodded and looked at his mate. “Just stay with the hatchlings today, and watching our things.” The male explained and the female nodded and the male sighed. “Alright do what you want sir, I have to go to work I’ll be back before the leaves turn green.” “I hope you have a good day at work, but sir shouldn’t you put on clothes?” I asked and the reptile looked down at me and sighed. “It doesn’t matter where I work, just try not to break anything.” He finished softly before going to his mate and kissing her lightly, kissing the hatchlings and left saying goodbye, walking the streets with nothing on, not even underwear. “I’ll get the house cleaned sir, it’ll be a bit.” I nodded and the female closed the door and walked away, I looked at my guards who were quiet and started a basic conversation with them, while trying not to breathe too deeply. Eventually late in the morning the things were brought out in small crates and chests, the mother sat with her Hatchlings on her lap sitting on the largest chest watching me closely. The guards stood nearby the female because some Mincridarins were growing curious for than one reason. I stepped inside the home and was quickly noticed the smell, it was apparent the place needed a proper cleaning, the wood was deeply worn down. The stairs creaked when I upstairs to view the beds. The wood was splintery and I had to pull a small splinter from my hand when the splinter lodged it’s self in place, as I was walking up the stairs tracing my hand over the railing. Eventually the ideas started to flow and I had a plan of what things would look like. So I went to the front door and closed it, jamming it closed before stretching out my body. I pulled out my wand from the holster under my pant leg, and took a deep breath. “Hatchlings have you ever seen a master mage before?” They shook their head and I smiled. “Well I’m not one but I’ll be sure to make your home very pretty.” I simply stated and they gave a small laugh, and when their laugh stopped I grew tense and slowed my breath, I visualized the end product in my head, the details of everything I wanted done, just as Lynn had trained me to do. “Don.” I said deeply as I expressed my magic, my body shooting out a powerful gray aura that I quickly focused into the tip of the wand, which I lightly placed on the door. From the tip of the wand, waves of gray light rippled across the trunk of the tree until it struck predetermined edges. I closed my eyes and as magic took shape I perceived I was inside the home building, it as if I was building it in a computer program, shifting around shapes manipulating the wood and bending it to my will. Step by step, room by room I moved through the home remodeling everything. I don’t know how long I had been standing there in front of the door way, it was almost like a trance, but when I was truly done I tapped the door and sighed, magical exhaustion hitting me like a brick, it was bearable though, and I shifted inside the door and closed it. I finished with some simple finale touches, I warded the doors and windows, not like my room but with basic protection runes and charms to keep evil spirits at bay. I shifted outside when I finished the last window and settled down on a crate nearby. “Probably won’t recognize your home.” I joked looking at the female, and simply gestured for her to go inside with my wand as I regained myself. I may have expressed too much magic, but that was something to remember next time. The female looked at me unsure, but when I gesture for her to go again she didn’t resist and she stood up and went to the doors. She merely pushed open the door and I think her mind did a full restart, because she just stood there utterly shocked the hatchlings getting excited and running about. “BY the Gods…. What have you done to our house?” She asked looking back at me, tears coming to her eyes as she wiping her scales clean. I smiled and at this point waved my wand at the containers they brought outside. “Step aside hatchlings I don’t want you to get hurt.” I simply stated and I shifted the containers inside placing them were the female mother asked me too, but when I was done the hatchlings had finished their tour of the whole house. When I finished placing the largest trunk I felt the female wrap her arms around me, she hugged me tightly. “Thank you, this is beautiful. I never thought I would ever live in a home so nice.” “Miss let me show you some of the special things I’ve done.” I explained taking the female back downstairs the cubs hugging me happily as well, just asking me questions and being playful, the mother hushed them and she looked at me. I shut the front door and. “Every single door and window on your home is warded with spells that will keep pesky spirits out of your home, I’m sure if that is a problem but it’s just for a simple little addition, but the most important thing is this sliding bolt.” I explained grabbing a knob and closing a large thick panel in front of the door which in a simple way locked the door. I proved this by trying to open it. I then undid the bolt and opened the door. “Also your door doesn’t get jammed anymore. Noticed that problem personally.” “I realigned kitchen cabinets so they aren’t slanted. Smoothed down all of your furniture and gave is softer curves so it wasn’t so sharp and uncomfortable. The circles on the wall were just something I saw on earth, it’s called modern art, it’s very simple and I made them large enough so if you wanted to hang up anything in them you could do that as well. I purified your crystal lights and recharged them, so they won’t be as dim as they were before, which is why it’s so bright in here.” I explained and the female just looked around to where I pointed and then I pointed to a door under the stairs. “That right there is a personal bathroom, with a proper toilet and wash tub in case you want to wash clothes or yourselves.” I explained and the female looked at me stunned and confused. “A bathroom?” The female questioned and she went to the door and opened it and smiled happily, she nearly started crying. “We had to use pots and take them out in the morning to a dump the mess out… This is wonderful, thank you. I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” The mother cried and I simply pointed upstairs. “I added something you might like upstairs.” “What you have done is enough? What more could you do?” The Female asked just stunned with happiness as she followed me upstairs. “I’m sure some nights you just want privacy, so I made these for you. Their sliding accordion wall dividers.” I explained and simply showed how they worked and soon enough the parents side of the bedroom was utterly closed off. I then tapped the closed surface. “Also when your inside I put runes on each of the panels which will make anyone outside, where we are unable to hear what’s going on inside there.” I explained and it took a moment for the female to understand my meaning, but when she did a bright look came to her eyes, and she just smiled. I then pulled away the walls and then showed a simple closet inside the wall with shutter doors. “Finally, I know you don’t want your clothes stolen and you want to wash them, and since you can wash your clothes inside your house. I made these poles so you can hang up your clothes inside.” I explained as I picked up two fairly thick rods and slid them into the wall above not too far above my head. I then pulled them out and put them to the side. “I hope you enjoy your new home, if you have any questions. I’m sure you know where The Spotted Kings Brothel is? Simply talk to one of the many slaves and they’ll relay the message to me. But Please understand I don’t want to come out here often so try not to break anything, if you do I will charge you small fee to repair it… But that’s of course if you don’t want to own the house entirely for yourselves.” I explained and the female nodded in understanding. “Well I’m off, when you come up with your decision to keep the house or accept me as your land lord, I will be at the Spotted Kings Brothel.” I finished and simply started to say goodbye to the female and she hugged me, thanking me, the hatchlings did as well they wished me well and they closed the door. I walked home with guards, who were served lunch and drinks before leaving me alone since I was done for the day.

#Raven/Isen #Part 52

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Matra, Master and Minions Part 7 (Foul Language/Abuse/Spit)

Matra, Master and Minions part 7

“What is going on here? I come here and find three of my guards bound to beds after being drugged. No I don’t even want to know. I’m done trying to deal with you Master Raven. Guards, detain him.” The Ambassador command and the guards dressed in fine plate armor sleek and light, made of bright polished silver metal, hoods on their heads with a metal mask to protect their muzzles. They held spears in main hand, with hooks latched to their left arm, the mark of the royal guard on their right elbow. Three guards came close without hesitating, not having a problem with the command. Master Raven set me down, and when the guards came close I simply held their hands back with barriers. “Ambassador, I have no problem of being under Master Raven’s command. Please forgive my actions during the day. I will give a personal apology to everyone I had who wasted there time waiting for me.” I bowed preforming the ceremonial bow, which Lynn had taught me. The bow with a leg back and bent half way down, head down and hands up and in front of me, left hand on top of right, level with my eyebrows. This stance wasn’t also for praying but showing total forgiveness not just to the person but their ancestors. It’s not something done without true reasonable cause, it was a last resort when nothing was satisfactory. The fact I had taken such stance stopped the guards immediately and they looked at the Ambassador who was just as stunned, but her anger dissipated, and she felt her head. “Are you truly certain about this? Master Raven did rape you and abuse you in front of so many patrons?” “We have found equal ground.” And I looked back at him and then at the slaves, I doubt he’d want me to tell anyone that he apologized for his actions, so I didn’t say anything about it. “He’s given me his assurance that he’ll never treat me like that again. Please forgive me for all the trouble I caused you today. I promise it won’t happen it again.” “Alright, but if you can be certain that this won’t happen again Master Raven… I’ll let this go for now.” Master Raven put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me out of my stance. “I will perform my duties to protect and watch of Isen as you have commanded, please forgive me for all the trouble I have caused you Ambassador. You were right, I couldn’t separate my job from my duty, but I’m certain I can keep such things separate. It won’t happen again.” Master Raven confirmed with a formal apology, as he took hold of my shoulder with his large leather gloved hand. His grip was firm and wonderful, God’s he had amazing hands, a perfect mix of strength and size. “Well if that is the case, I guess I should leave these with you Isen.” The Ambassador said coming close to me as the guards took a step back, and in her hand she held a file with papers inside and on top a Letter marked and sealed, by the royal mark. A green wax pressed seal bearing a shield with twin spears crossed behind it, and on the shield three large trees at the points of the kite shield. “The queen personally wrote this to you thanking you for your service protecting the people of Matra, please accept her recommendation to attend the Royal School of Magical Studies, when she heard of your lack of proper magical training, she wanted me to very much insist, that I tell you to attend the School for the betterment of Matra.” “What?” Master Raven asked surprised, but I partially wasn’t, this almost seemed obvious, it was bound to happen. After Lynn told me he branded me with the Mark of Gageth, and also the fact that I had the soul of a Master even though I was an untrained mage, also I was a Gray Mage, the last two things were beyond rare, even being a gray mage was not normal, very few beings had the soul capable of using all types of elemental magic, the fact that I had a soul of master made it all the stranger. I was very much an anomaly. Lynn explained it to me as out of one hundred mages only one will tend to be a gray mage. So I broke the seal just to see if the Ambassador’s words were true and reviewed the letter, Master Raven was reading it over my shoulder closely, I felt his warm breath on my neck and Gods that was such a turn on. “This is a personal recommendation from the queen… You could gain immediate entry into the School at any point in the school year. But the Queen has never recommend a male mage before, she does this once every years, but it’s always female, you should be truly honored.” Master Raven explained his thick bassy voice echoing in my ear as he spoke. “It’s a little late in the year for me to start school.” I simply stated knowing Mincara had a yearly cycle much like earth, 365 days with twelve months, and being so late in the fall I just didn’t want to start halfway through the school year. My words a simply counter as I looked up at the Ambassador, who wasn’t displeased but she didn’t enjoy my words either. Though after my fight with the Black Queen Snake I did notice I did need training. It would be the perfect time to learn about magic and the people of Matra. “Yes that’s an understandable thought, but the queen would like to know of your approval. After your quick work of the Black Queen Snake, she does wish you to help teach the Guards about your attack strategy. So they can be better prepared to defeat them.” The Ambassador explained and I nodded and tucked the letter away in my bag. “That depends on when I have time, remember I have to help training Matra citizens for the human world. It’s not always easy to train Mincridarins for such a shift.” I simply added to counter her words once again, though she seemed to understand with a simple relaxed nod. “I’ll try make time for you.” The Ambassador assured, and I then turned my attention to the file. I opened it up to reveal paper work. “You are now a registered noble, the dale name has been added to the royal archives, This is your personal stamp and mark. Instead of signing your name this stamp will be enough, try not to lose it, it’s a dangerous thing when misplaced.” The Ambassador warned, and I took note of this and took the wooden stamp and placed it in a small pouch in the lap top bag that I had nothing in, that way it was easy to keep track of, and also so no one could touch it, thanks to Lynn’s magic enchantments. Though with those simple gifts, the Ambassador took her leave and left the brothel with the guards following closely behind her. I watched them leave and then put the file away in my bag before locking it up with the clip. “So Master Raven what now sir?” “We drink to a good day, and it’s about time to properly welcome you into my home,” Master Raven said snapping his fingers pointing at the bar tender as he let go of my shoulder, and walked closer to the bar. “Wait sir I don’t drink.” “Why not?” Master Raven asked looking down at me partially sitting down on the stool. The Bar Tender served his master but did nothing just waiting for some kind of confirmation to continue working. “I don’t drink unless something bad has happened.” He got up and came to me and helped me on to a stool. “I raped you?” Master Raven simply debated as he brought the mug to his muzzle. “Sir, please, I just don’t drink.” I simply protested and Master Raven looked down at me and cleaned his muzzle before putting down his mug. “Alright, just get the kitten some water.” Master Raven simply commanded, and his slave nodded and walked away and soon returned with a wooden cup of water. But at this time Master Raven looked around the room, and at his Slaves who were watching us closely, doing nothing. “He is a guest not a slave. Now stop acting idiots and get your asses to work before I come to each of your rooms tonight and whip you each before bed!” Master raven yelled startling his slaves who quickly ran away from sight to go through there chores; his voice echoed in the room, and his voice was so deep it was a voice you heard inside your own chest when he spoke. It rumbled like storm forming. His glare hardened, he no longer had his peaceful state, he firmed up and quickly got off his stool and grabbed a rabbit by the ear just because he was closest and kicked him away from the bar, the way he was acting reminded me of someone trying to scare birds off, yelling and getting aggressive with anything that came near him. But once Master Raven had taken control of his slaves, once again through domination, he sat back down on the stool and picked up his mug and looked at the Bar tender who simply turned and walked away. With the bar tender gone he took a drink and looked at me with his steely gaze; he was back to normal. “How’s the water?” He simply asked looking down me when he pulled away from the mug of Ale in his hand. “Its fine sir, thank you.” I simply admitted taking a drink from the cup as I leaned on the bar. He pulled me back from the counter by my throat and put his other hand on my lower back and forced me to sit straight up. “Sit straight, you’re a noble, and nobles don’t slouch.” He simply commanded and I looked at him truly uncomfortable with how I was sitting, but when I looked at him I realized no matter how I saw him when he was sitting, he was leaning back, he was always firm and tense as if preparing for fight. I never once saw him slouch or lose his rigid posture even when he got upset earlier, when his shoulders slumped, he still stood straight. “Every time I see you slouch I’m going to punish you, no matter where or whose around, got that Isen?” He simply warned pointing a leather finger at me just so I knew he was only talking to me, scolding me in a manner of speaking. “Yes Sir.” I agreed and I got up from the stool, my legs had regained simple control but I still felt really weak, any kind of movement felt restrained and tight. My entire body ached in some varying degree. “I’m going to go back to my room and rest Master Raven, if you need me you can come into my room and get me… I’ll shift some of spells to give your entrance without causing you any trouble.” “Good and keep your damn door unlocked, or I’ll drag you out of your room and beat you.” Master Raven quickly added, lashing out at my comment aggressively, chesting up and trying to dominate me with his presence, but never touching me, but it was enough to show that he would if he needed to. “I don’t give a damn how angry you are with me or anyone else. This is my house, and you will not bar me from entering any room I choose. I find that door locked again I’m taking it down.” “Yes Master Raven.” I agreed with a simple nod about to turn away when he called out to me again. “Isen, come here.” Master commanded and I did as asked and from his pocket he put a simple key in my pocket. “That’s a key to the door upstairs, don’t lose it I’m not replacing it.” He warned again and I took the small key and I felt a hard smack on my ass, which stung and I was about to protest. “You slouched.” He quickly added and I fell silent and I sighed, I wasn’t going to fight him and he spanked me again, and I cried out in pain. “Do I need to put you in a posture collar? Because I will, I told you not to slouch.” He growled out his response since I didn’t seem to be listening to him even after a second time. “No sir.” I simply said doing my best to stand straight in front of Master Raven, he then pointed to the door. “I see you on your computer instead of being in bed I’ll personally bind you to the bed, you need to rest. You shouldn’t even be walking in your state, you’ve been out cold for a few hours, and there is no way in all creation you’ve properly recovered… In fact.” He snapped his fingers and all of his slaves looked at him, and he pointed to one of the buck guards who was sweeping nearby, he came close. “Carry Isen to his room and make sure he gets into his bed, and stays there, if he’s out of bed it’s either to the bathroom or the bath. Do I make myself clear?” He growled out his command and the buck nodded and the buck looked at me and he picked me up and placed me over his muscular shoulder. I didn’t protest in front of Master Raven because that might seem as a challenge to him, and plus I kind of liked the thick scent of the buck, it was stronger than masters. In fact the buck was around probably just seemed a bit bigger than Master Raven but he was taller so it balanced out in the end. However from what I could plainly see, the buck had his horns sawn of leaving his head rather bear. I was just looking at the buck’s tense back muscles as he carried me up the stairs without saying another word other than “Yes Sir” to Master Raven. I invited him into my room and he carried me in one arm, like a cub about to be breast fed, but he didn’t have nipples just firm pecs. I wish Male Mincridarins had nipples, there were so many things you could do to them. But he laid me down on my bed after shifting the blankets around, he then tucked me into the bed. “I’ll be back in a moment Master Isen.” “Just call me Isen, and thank you for carrying me.” “It was a pleasure Isen.” The buck simply stated though he did seem unnerved saying my name so plainly. Though I let him go and he left the room after shutting the shutters to my windows, locking them closed, plunging the room into darkness. He returned with a simple chair a little worn down and nothing like we had upstairs, he probably wasn’t allowed to sit anything so fine. “What’s your name?” I asked in the Darkness of the room looking at the buck who was sitting on the other side of the bedside table. “Belvin, sir.”

“Very Adestrian.”

“I was adopted by an Adestrian female, she gave me the name.”

“Belvin.”

“Sir.” The buck simply stated.

“You could have used my chair, I don’t mind.”

“I’m fine sir thank you though for offering me such a privilege.”

“Belvin.”

“Sir.”

“I told you, you can call me Isen. I don’t like formalities.”

“Sorry Isen I won’t try and do it again.”

“Thank you.” I sighed. Relaxing into the surface of the bed. “You Know, you smell pretty good, though you could use a small bath.”

“Thank you Isen.” Belvin said in the darkness.

“Belvin are you trying to sleep too.”

“No Isen, I’m here to watch you and make sure you are taken care of, I’ll be awake.”

“Well if you feel tired I won’t get mad if you rest.” “Master Raven will, so I’ll do as I’m told.” The buck simply countered, and I nodded and set my laptop bag underneath the bed before I rolled towards the wall and touched the wall and started to fiddle with the spells in the room. If Master Raven came in and was affected by the spells he’d defiantly state his mind, and after everything that had come about today, I didn’t want to start another argument with him. So once the spells were finished I shifted around in the blankets in order to get comfortable, and it was reasonably easy to sleep with my clothes on with how exhausted my body was, so it didn’t take long to fall asleep. I don’t know how long I was sleeping for, but a gentle prodding and I slowly woke up to see Master Raven standing over me with a tray in his hands. I could smell the warm food oddly enough since I hadn’t seen a proper cooking space yet. But I could tell he wasn’t pleased. “Isen we need to talk.” Those words always were bad news, and I sat up as he set down the tray down on the bedside table, before he pulled Belvin’s empty chair beside the bed. I leaned against the wall and looked at him as he picked up a bowl of some kind of thick red paste like substance, he stirred it around in the bowl. I then watched as he pulled saliva from his throat and spat into the bowl, the thick loogie was stirred into the dish. It was revolting to watch, and he looked up at me with a simple glare. He then took a spoon full of the tainted red paste and held it to my muzzle. “I’m not eating that, you spit in it.” I protested simply and He put the spoon in the bowl roughly and slammed the bowl down on the tray, then holding out his finger he started to scold me loudly. “You spat in my face I should only return the favor.” He growled, and I was about to talk but he cut me off. “Shut you damned muzzle until I’m done Little Shit! Do you know the meaning of my families name Isen Dale?! No you wouldn’t I’m sure you wouldn’t, it wasn’t in the file! My eighth Great Grandfather was the slaver trainer for the Royal Court of Matra, he was part of the Old Queen Tarva’s royal court. Ever since then we Raven’s continue that role, we train slaves for nobles to use and abuse as they damn well please. Don’t you ever fucking undermine my training again under my roof! Don’t dare tell my slaves what they can and can’t do, you do not own them! They do as their told, if you ever tell any of my slaves that they can sleep, or sit down where they aren’t allowed, I’ll tan your fucking hide! The moment you give them leniency they start to relax! This isn’t some job for them Isen, this is punishment! So don’t you ever fucking dare tell my slaves they can refer to you as anything other than master or sir! You are nobility now dammit, having you around is perfect for them to practice their training on. So I’m adding another rule Isen, You will never undermine my slave training again. Do you understand?” Master Raven scolded yelling most of the time and poking me in the chest with a firm finger as he spoke, he thumped my muzzle with his finger when I tried to complain, the thump created a sore spot while also creating the strange hollow thud. With that simple strike and the anger in his glare I gave in to his words. “Yes Sir…. Sorry Master Raven.” With those words he picked up the red paste pulled a spoonful out and brought it to my lips. “Now eat, because this is your punishment, and if you don’t want to eat this now I don’t care how hungry you get. This will be your next meal. You’ll eat this one way or another, even if I have to force it down your throat. Do I make myself clear?” He explained bitterly and I looked at the meal knowing what was inside of it and it made me sick to my stomach, and I looked at him sadly, but he wasn’t going to budge and so I opened my muzzle and took in the spoon full. Master Raven shifted the spoon against my sand paper tongue, cleaning the red oatmeal like paste off the spoon. I didn’t want to swallow I was already growing sick to the idea of what was on my tongue. Master Raven then put a firm hand over my muzzle and tilted my head straight back and covered my nose with his thumb. “Swallow it little shit, because I could have your muzzle spread wide and just funnel it down your throat if you prefer.” Master Raven growled in anger his snout curling up to express his anger, and after running short of breath and the fact that the paste was already running down to the back of my throat I swallowed and gagged, coughing, wanting to throw up when the paste hit my stomach. The red paste didn’t even have a flavor it was just a bland mix, of some kind of red wheat. Master Raven let my muzzle go and he gave me another spoon full and he repeated the rough handling of my muzzle until I was done. I didn’t fight him just so I didn’t make it worse, because I knew him, and he could make this ten times worse. I finished the bowl eventually and my stomach just felt heavy and unpleasant, Master Raven then picked up a cup of water and spat into the small cup of water and then put in front of my face. “Chug it Little Shit and your punishment is done.” He stated with a low rumbling growl. I let out a small whine seeing the particles in the water, but I forced myself to take it like medicine. I felt the loogie slid across my tongue as I forcefully swallowed the water down. I gagged wanting to just unload my guts on the floor, and I let out small whines as I shifted back down onto the bed. I just felt queasy, but I never had the urge to truly vomit. “Good Job Isen.” Master Raven stated as he felt the top of my head, I then felt his muzzle come down to my neck and he left a simple kiss on it, and I looked at him in surprise, at the pleasant and warm gesture. “I’m only as evil as you make me Isen, obey me and I will treat you well, challenge me and I will break you. Take this as a warning next time you challenge me, because next time it might not be something as simple as eating my spit. Do you understand Isen?” I just looked away from him groaning, and just held on my pillow.

“Yes Sir.”

“Isen?” Master Raven asked rolling me over so I could look at him, he still had that simple scowl on his muzzle but that was how he normally looked, so at least he was no longer as angry.

“Yes Master Raven.”

“How are you feeling? Feeling any better?” I tried to roll away from him but he kept a firm hand on my shoulder and I looked at him, and sighed. I could tell he wasn’t going to leave until I told him what he wanted. “I feel sick to my stomach, but I feel better.” Master Raven accepted this answer, with a simple quiet nod before he got up from the chair. “Do you need help getting to the bathroom?” I just sat up and shifted out of the bed got to my feet, and started to walk away, but my footing faltered. I may have felt rested but my entire body was sore. Master Raven came closer to me and grabbed my arm and held me up in his firm leather grip. “You’re still sore aren’t you?” I nodded and he smacked the back of my head. “I told you to tell me how you feel and that meant everything. I’m supposed to help you, and that means helping you heal, and how am I supposed to help you if you don’t tell me everything. I don’t even care what it is, even if it’s your ass that hurts or you’re just horny. I need to know everything, do you understand me, don’t hide anything from me again. I don’t want anything other than my own punishments to be the reason your hurt. Do you understand Kitten?” Master Raven explained treating me like a child and an over protective parent all at the same time. “Yes Master Raven.” I sighed and he smacked my rear, making me stand straight with a simple yip of pain. “You were slouching.” Master Raven stated as he picked me up and laid me over his shoulder. Whenever he picked me up like this I always felt like a child, and in a way it felt rather nice. His hand coming up and around my side to keep me in place on his shoulder. His other hand coming across my knees to keep my legs from moving. It left me utterly exposed, and feeling small, but regardless of how I felt Master Raven took me to the bathroom and allowed me to do my business. When I was situated on the toilet he just stood a few feet away staring down at me, arms crossed just waiting for me to go. It’s not like I had been watched by males and females while I used the bathroom, I had to do it hundreds of times to help Mincridarins understand how to use human toilets; but under his gaze I was tense and I knew he was judging me silently. I felt like a cub using the toilet for the first time when I started to use the bathroom in front of him. I was going to tell him to leave but what was the point of wasting time? So I pissed down the wooden chute of a toilet, unable to look at Master Raven in the eye and in general. After dropping a few firm logs, he came over to me with a bucket of water and a firm bristle brush. I knew what it was used for, Mincridarins used these brushes when toilet paper wasn’t going to cut it. It was like a toilet brush for the ass. “Do you know how to use it?” He simply asked picking up the dripping wet brush from the pail of water. “Yes Master Raven.” I simply agreed and I took the brush from him but he raised eyebrow and stood in front of me with absolutely no regard for personal space, his crotch was just a whisker away from my nose, if I wanted to I could have kissed his bulge. I could smell his thick musk between his thighs and it excited me. He smelled of sex and pure masculine musk. He had probably mounted on of his slaves before brining me dinner. The brush was firm and it strung the sensitive skin around my hole, but it had to be that way, if the brush was going to be of any actual use. I was still very much new to using it personally, and when apparently I wasn’t doing it correctly Master Raven simply pulled me over his shallowly bent left knee, took the brush and then cleaned my ass for me which made me cry out in pain at first; but with his expertise he dunked the brush in the water bucket nearby soon enough, and pulled off the toilet. “How much of a kitten are you really? You can’t even brush your own ass clean, do I need to do this for you every time you use the bathroom?” His words were harsh and simple, and they truly made me feel like a kitten, and in a sense I was. I had only been using this form for the past three months. He removed my pants but pulled up my underwear and tied it back in place. Without warning he tackled me softly, forcing me over his shoulder, and then up. “Before you leave for work tomorrow you will present your ass to me, pants and underwear down to your knees, and if I say it’s clean you can go, but if it’s not you will sit on the damn toilet and brush it properly. Do I make myself clear kitten?” “Yes Master Raven.” I agreed knowing I couldn’t truly debate him, he was my Master, my trainer for understanding how to live a life in Matra. Gods he could make me feel small and pathetic with every mistake I made, it was both a turn on and kind of depressing, because I knew for certain he’d never agree to any of my fetishes if I asked him to partake in them with me. Which I was truly debating on telling him, because gods I swear he’d be a good lay if he wasn’t going to abuse me; but that was uncertain, because I knew enough about him now, to know his first instinct is to abuse people in some form. Master Raven took me back to my room and laid me on the bed and covered me with a thin blanket. “Do you need anything else kitten, before you go to bed?” He asked looking down at me with that cold firm gaze and his arms crossed. His face said I better not, so I just remained silent and rolled over in my bed. “Good night Master Raven.”

“Good night cub, may the gods be with you while you sleep.”

“You as well.” I simply added, and with that Master Raven walked to the door, but he didn’t leave just yet, I felt his eyes on me before he spoke. “Thank you Isen for keeping your muzzle shut about what we talked about.” With those words, I knew Master Raven meant the apology, I didn’t say anything and I just simply heard him leave my room, and close the door behind his tail. With the door closed though, it left me surrounded by total darkness…. But fuck, there was no way I was sleeping; not after how wide awake I felt after sleeping so much.

#Master Raven/Isen #Part 41

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Matra, Master and Minions Part 6

Matra, Master and Minions part 6

“Wait…” I simply protested seeing the reserved rage and agitation of Master Raven, he wasn’t glaring at me or being mean to me, he seemed angry at himself and agitated with something. He may have raped me but to see a sudden change in emotion was never a good sign. I just wanted to know what was going on. “What’s wrong?” I asked weakly, partially because part of me was holding back my words to spite him, and his very existence. He looked back at me from the door with one eye, his hand still on the door handle. “If I don’t get you to forgive me, or come back to me… I’ll be charged with treason, I’ll lose everything I own, my name and my life.” He stated quietly the anger and his tension melting away and his body slumping. “My actions have interrupted the political structure of Matra, my actions have tensed our relations with Adestria, and the Council of Mages. When they find out there is bound to be backlash, my death will be used to ease tensions and settle scores.” Master Raven explained and his words were pained and quiet, but perfectly heard because his deep voice carried them around the room. “My actions have brought only shame to my family’s name, but your right, my actions are not something that can be forgiven, and your right I abused you… I raped you, I should pay the price for my actions.” He simply finished, and my heart sank, I hated him with everything I was, but I didn’t want to be the reason any one was killed. I didn’t want my name to ever be used as a justification for death, the very idea made me sick to my stomach, or maybe that was just magical exhaustion. “Master Raven please come here and sit on the floor, I wish to ask you something. I may be able to forgive you, but you have to prove it to me that you’re capable of being forgiven.” Master Raven looked at me surprised, honest surprise but he came closer and sat on his knees beside the bed. “Master Raven are you willing to do anything to make up for what you did?” I asked looking down at the large male who looked up at me, and he seemed to debate this mentally because he was silent, but he sat straight for a moment and looked at me with his stern eyes. “I’ll do anything.” “Are you willing to eat shit?” I asked simply, cool and collected, and he tensed up in anger his form growing slightly from holding his anger back, and his snout curled up slightly but he was doing everything he could to keep it restrained, even letting a low growl barely escape his muzzle. “If that is what you want me to do I’ll eat shit.” He agreed and I nodded. “Then Master Raven I want you to become my permeant personal slave, if you agree to this I will forgive you for everything you have done, or you can walk through that door and never come back alive.” Master Raven glared up at me darkly but he was silent and still holding all of his anger back, I could tell he wanted to lash out at me. “Would you make me eat shit?” He asked through gritted and a low rumbling growl. “Simply choose Master Raven, become my slave or have your head on a chopping block.” He looked at me in the eyes as he sat on the ground still bristling with anger and I was rather admiring his ability of self-control, but he was truly struggling to keep it underneath the skin. Even his tail couldn’t hide it and it was lashing about behind him, his ears splayed back ready to attack. I could see him reading my expression, so I did everything I could to remain neutral, even under his abusive gaze. “Master Raven, you told me you’ve shamed your family name, do you really think dying would improve it? To simply accept death and not try and fix anything? If you’re truly willing to restore honor to your name you are going to need to work, and pay for your actions, you have to be willing to change. So will you eat shit or will you die?” I could see his blood trickling down from his hands his claws cutting into his own hands, but he turned away from me and let out a low rumbling growl. “I will eat shit, if it means restoring my family’s tarnished name.” “Master Raven, I wish this to be official, I want it in writing, I want a proper slave contract, bring me one and I want to watch you sign it.” With my simple command Master Raven left the room, and when he did he let out a growl of anger, and I think he broke the kitchen table, with that loud thud and loud splintering wood hitting the floor. Master Raven return with a small box in his hands and set it on the bed side table and took out a fair sized paper, and dark red ink, and finally a metal quill pen. I watched as he signed the paper with his full signature which I had seen before, I knew he wasn’t skimping out with a false name. He then slammed the quill down, cracking the wooden box. I took the box from the bed side table, and read the entire paper, making sure it was the true thing. Lynn had shown me what slave contract looked like for my own safety, so I knew what to look for when I read through the details. For date of release I wrote permeant, but before I finished the contract I wrote along the bottom of the main writing, “I personally allow my master to use of magic on my body, to punish, control me, or for any reason he sees fit.” I signed my name soon afterwards. When done I put the pen down, and I looked up at Master Raven, who was just angered, but he seemed better, because the deal was done. “The contract will need to be reviewed by the royal court due to the fact that you wish to own me permanently.” He simply growled through his teeth, and I nodded and from my bag I pulled out my phone and took a close up picture of the contract to copy it. “Pull up a chair Master Raven, you’re going to read the entire contract out loud, and I’m going to record you as proof that you’ve signed this of your own free will.” I simply added as I held up the contract to him, he ripped this from my hand and grabbed a chair and slammed it down next to the bed; his anger restored. I leaned back on the wall facing him and held up my camera, but seeing him still very tense I put down the camera. “Master Raven, take a breath.” He glared at me and I could see the desire to rip up the contract in his eyes, and in his trembling hands. I shifted closer to him and pulled down his tense hands, I touched the side of his head tracing his jaw line as I sent a shiver of magic into his form, water magic, to cool the raging flames inside of him. “Master Raven just take a breath.” His body did seem to relax and become a bit softer, his snout relaxed uncurling from his lack of anger, and eventually he did as he was told. The breath was ragged and uneven but it seemed to work, as he did calm down considerably after that. I leaned back against the wall and lifted up my phone and kept it steady. “Master Raven please read the contract.” He looked at phone annoyed but he lifted the paper and looked down at it and started to read it word for word, which sound disjointed and improper in some ways, but he read from the contract all the same. He finally finished with agreeing to become my permeant slave. I then had him simply finish with “That he had done this of his own free will, without being under the influence of magic, drugs or anything that can disrupt his way of thinking.” When I finished the video I looked at him and he handed me the contract which he had fold between two fingers. “Why are you doing that thing with your strange tech?” As Master Raven asked as I took the contract from him and stored it in the front pocket of my bag before closing it up with a zipper. I then turned around my phone and showed him the video, which surprised him so much that I doubt he had ever looked so amazed, he stared at the phone with wide eyes, as he listened to himself personally recite the contract. “With this video, no matter where I go I can always prove that you personally agreed to this contract, so if it’s misplaced or ripped I can use my phone to prove to the courts that you agreed to this with own free will. I can even show a proper view of the contract to judges.” I said swiping to the right to show the paper contract and zoomed in so he could read the font, and his own signature. “With that picture I could create endless versions of the contract, so I will always have the ability to replace it.” I simply explained as I pulled my phone back and tucked it into my bag with the contract before locking zipping it up again. But when I was done speaking he leaned back in the chair and spread his legs, crossing his arms. “So it’s done, you control me… You are my… Master.” Master Raven said struggling with calling me master, he reacted to the word as if he had tasted something bitter, and shook his head as he gaged quietly. “My legs still feel weak, can you carry me to the guards?” I asked holding out my arms, and he looked down at me but he picked me up regardless, and I grabbed my bag as he laid me over his shoulder. I wasn’t going to complain but then I realized how naked I was I quickly changed my plans. “Wait first take me to my room so I can get some clothes on.” Master Raven gave a low growl of annoyance and looked back at me. “You need to learn how to properly give orders, having to correct yourself makes you look pathetic and weak.” “Why do you care so much?” “Because you are my master and I don’t want to take orders from an idiot who doesn’t know anything about how to control slaves.” “You don’t have that much of a choice anymore.” “The contract is null until the royal judge deems it worthy.” Master Raven stated as he came to my room which I kicked open breaking the seal; to door slammed into the wall. “You can enter.” I simply stated giving permission, because Master Raven was smart enough not to enter while holding me. When I gave my permission he entered and sat me down on the bed. “So why are you obeying me then?” I asked as Master Raven went to the closet and pulled out some fresh clothing and brought it my bed. “This was my duty in the first place, which that I neglected, you were never my slave, and I had forgotten that. My job is to teach and take care of you. That is why I’m doing as you say, but you can’t tell me right now to do anything I don’t want to do.” Master Raven said pulling up tall white cloth stocking on my leg, in ordered to keep my fur from being all mismatched and unkempt under the clothing the stocking was made to be very lose. So when Master Raven pulled It over it didn’t snag on my fur, When it was high enough he tied the stocking around my thigh with a small bow. “That’s fair, it’s not like I want to control you. I don’t want a slave.” He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow as he pulled up another white stocking and tied it into place. “Then why did you make me sign the contract?” “Because it’s a punishment, it’s the one thing you hate more than anything in the world. You never want to be the person to bow or submit to another, you’re a true and proper master. It’s your shit; the one thing that you never want to do unless you have no other choice. When I asked “are you willing to eat shit”, I wasn’t talking about having you actually eat shit, but doing the one thing you hate the most all or would never do” I explained as Master Raven bucked a small garter belt to my hip and hooked my stockings in place, before bending the hooks closed so they didn’t fall off when I moved. “I’ve heard the stories about your time in the sanctuary, I wouldn’t put it past you to command me to eat shit.” “I’ve read your file, you have told others to eat shit. You train you slaves for all forms of sexual fetishes, even eating shit.” I countered as I watched him pull some simple brown baggy shorts over my legs and bound them in place, before pulling a leather belt through the loops and buckling it in place. “You’ve read my file?” Master Raven asked not looking up at me as he worked on dressing me, it was kind of hot to have such a thick muscled male between my legs and my cock bounced happily with his breath warming up my pants. His hands were soft and gentle when they wanted to be, and could really tease my senses. Then also his scent was strong, gods it was stronger than Lynn’s, rougher on the nose and defiantly masculine. “Of course I have, I’ve read everything about you, that’s why I picked you; out of the two choices I was left with you were my finale choice. Out of all the masters I could have been with you were the most sexually diverse, you owned a brothel one of the few things I knew so little about. You were a true slave master, I had never met one before, your job, even thinking about it made me sick to the stomach. But I wanted to learn about your culture, and that meant learning what I also hated about it. I had to let go of what I thought was right, and just do my best to accept the standards your race lives by. Out of the five Master I could have chosen from Matra you’d always be my first. That’s why I tried to fix our problems. That’s why I agreed to submit to you. I never wanted to hate you or fight you, I truly wanted to learn about the world through your eyes. Gods you smell fucking amazing, Did you bathe today?” I asked closing my eyes as I enjoyed Master Raven’s true masculine scent. Then after a moment Master Raven let out a large laugh, and I looked down at him as he sat on the floor, his booming voice echoing around the room, and he looked at me with a bright smile. “Cub I seriously thought you hated my guts, and tried to do everything you could to piss me off.” Master Raven said with a short bursts of laughter, before quickly pulling himself together so he could up at me. I looked at him rather amazed, because Master Raven didn’t seem like the person who would laugh, he always seemed like a hard ass. But he got back to his feet and finished dressing me, his muzzle showing a faint smile though after he was finished buttoning my dragon scale green styled vest, he calmed himself and lost that smile, and regained that emotionless face. “Master Raven, you know I may not like your job but I do respect you, I never didn’t. I hated you but I never looked down at your status as a noble, and it was because of your status that I wanted to learn from you. You are regarded as the best Slave trainer in all of Matra, you are respected among slaver trainers in Leggala, and Cadara. Out of all the other slave trainers, you have broken in more than enough of your slaves without ever killing one. You were ranked highest amongst your class in the Royal Academy of Magical studies, and among that schools top five fighters. You have even completed your first national championship at eighteen and earned a bronze medal. Are you fucking kidding me, to earn a bronze is unbelievable for your first try. I know enough about Mincridarins to know that is a Blessing from the God of War. I wish I could have seen your fights Master Raven.” I complemented and he looked at me in surprise as I praised him so highly, but he turned away from me clenching his fist. “Something wrong Master Raven?” I asked seeing his agitation. “When we first met and you challenged me in front of my slave, I thought you were trying to mock me, to make me look weak, if I had swallowed my pride I could have known what you truly felt and this wouldn’t have ever been a problem.” “It’s not your fault Master Raven that’s on me, when you had insulted me and my friends I need you to know that wasn’t going to be ok. When you mocked those I cared about, I wasn’t going to sit by and listen to you belittle them… This would have happened eventually.” I explained and he looked at me and stood up, eased by my words because his self-loathing fell away, or at least to the point it wasn’t skin deep. His hands had eased their hold and body relaxed. “Maybe when this is over, hopefully we can properly redo our first meeting.” “I’d be fine with that Master Raven, but first.” I said taking out the contract he had signed and held it in front of him. “What are you doing?” “I asked if you’d do the one thing you hated most in the world and you did as I asked. I never wanted to keep you as a Slave like I said. I told you I hate slavery. Go ahead rip it up, I’ll never talk about it, I promise. I forgive you.” “What about those other things on your human creation?” Master Raven asked not taking the contract just yet but his hand was holding it. “I’ll keep them for safe keeping, though I’ll never use them as long as you never abuse me like that again.” I explained letting go of the contract and Master Raven nodded and in his hands he tore up the contract and burned the remains to ash, which he just sprinkled on the floor. “I can agree to that deal.” Master Raven stated and he held out his leather hand to me. I took this and he shook my hand. “I remember this is a Human custom?” Master Raven stated firmly but I could tell he was uncertain, with his response. “It is.” I simply confirmed and he dropped my hand, and he pulled me over his shoulder, and I grabbed my bag before we left the room. “You know I still agree to the house rules, I’ll never challenge you in front your slaves again.” I got a small swat to my rear after saying this, making me yip in simple surprise. “Good, because I don’t want to hurt you again.” Master Raven said with a relaxed behavior, this probably how he was when he was happy, or enjoying himself. He carried me downstairs and into the brothel, and in front of his slaves who had gathered from all over, the brothel and the city, they were worried about what was going to happen to their master. The Ambassador was sitting at the Bar when we arrived with five royal guards, she was not amused in any regard and her snout curled up when she saw us.

#Master Raven/Isen #Part 40

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Gates

When I woke up once again my head was spinning and I groaned, and felt my head, healing the hangover, and it wasn’t long before I could stumble out of my bed and look down at myself. “No, you got to be kidding me.” I simply whined looking down at my wet clothing and then at my bed and saw the large wet spot on the sheets still dark and fresh. “I knew this would happen, why did I drink that damn stuff?” I asked aloud kicking myself, I just need a bath I can deal with my bedding and clothes later. I walked out of my room and found Lynn and Master Raven sitting on the couch, leaning back and talking happily, it was good to see they weren’t at each other’s throats, but Master Raven sniffed me out and he looked down at me. “Smells like the kitten is awake; do you know you pissed on my floor?” “I’m sorry sir, I’ll clean it up personally.” I simply countered apologizing for what I had done because I shouldn’t have touched alcohol. “I’m just going to take a bath and I’ll clean up my mess Master Raven.” “See that you do, kitten because when you’re done we need to talk to you.” Master Raven simply commanded and he pointed out Lynn, who was just looking at me blankly but I could tell he was mainly looking down between my legs. He loved it when I pissed myself by accident, and I covered my crotch with my hands shyly, though it plainly didn’t help. “Yes Master Raven.” I agreed and with that agreement Master Raven waved me off, and I went to the bathroom cleaned myself up in the warm waters, and did everything I had been asked to do. I cleaned all of my sheets and clothes by pulling the piss out of them with magic, and though I pulled the wet piss out, the dried piss was something I couldn’t touch, at least with any magic I knew. So my clothing still smelled of my own wet mistake, including my bed, and my strong scent was still very fresh filling my nose and room with its musky scent. Just for ease I put on Pajamas, baggy dark blue plaid pants, and black shirt with a Studio Ghibli character design on the front, Totoro, which was a size too large for me, both human make. I came out to the living room and I was embarrassed to sit close to the males, so I sat across from them on a chair and brushed my fur with my brush. “Isen ever since we met I’ve been lying to you.” Lynn said as he took a silver gray glowing necklace from his neck shaped like a small glass vial, he laid this on the table and pushed it towards me. I picked it up since he seemed to want me too, and suddenly I felt some kind of warm connection fill me entirely, it was soft and smooth, like clean sheets just out of the drier. I looked at Lynn wondering what he was talking about and asked just as much. “What are you talking about?” I asked and my words reached Lynn and he leaned over on his knees and felt his face pushing back his ears; he was obviously disturbed by what he was going to say and because of that reaction so was I. “You are the Gate of Gray, I cut out a piece of your soul which contained your connection to your gate to protect you, and I cut out your gift Isen. After the first month you came to me, Reapers woke me up and asked me to do that, they demanded that I did it. They are the emissary’s of the Gray God so I had to obey them Isen. All that stuff about you being a mystic born and only that was a lie to protect you. I blackmailed you because I was trying to keep you close to make sure your soul was protected from demons or anything that might want to steal it and use your soul’s unique power… I’m sorry Isen.” Lynn cried softly and Lynn never cried, not in front of me or anyone, so to see him cry it was hard to think he was lying, this secret must have weighed down him so much. “Lynn, but I can’t be a gate I’m human? If I was gifted I would have some kind reaction early on in life wouldn’t I? Like you did.” I asked and Lynn seemed incapable of answering me at the moment, so Master Raven answered for him. “Isen, Gifts are rare, there hasn’t been any true proper study on them because they are so rare. Gifts can come out when you’re young or they can come out when you’re older, sometimes they just form when you come under a massive amount of stress. Nothing about when Gifts reveal themselves is certain, but Isen was there a time in your life where something just didn’t make sense; something just happened?” Master Raven asked and I fell silent my hands growing tense as I felt the vial in my hands. “There was wasn’t there Isen?” Master Raven asked seeing how I reacted, and Lynn got himself under enough control to look up at me, their gazes just asked for an answer and I had to give it to them. “I was rapped five times by three different people? All of them were close friends, all after my nineteenth birthday. They just touched me, and they just wouldn’t let me go, on more then one occasion, I was scared for my life because one of my friends had told me he would kill me so that no one else would ever have me. He had drugged me and tossed me into the back of his car…. I was able to get away from him, and not long after he was hit by a truck trying to chase me across the road. He died on impact.” I explained remembering everything so vividly, I remember the rope he used to bind me wrists the jockstrap gag he ducked tapped in my mouth… I remember the chain saw right next to me in the trunk, and the shovel not too away behind me. I remember his dark grin and the feeling of the car as it drove away from the gas station. “Why didn’t you tell the police Isen?” Lynn asked me his face covered in sheer shock. “Because I couldn’t, one of them was a police officer Lynn, he was my next door neighbor. He threatened to kill my parents if I told anyone, or tried to tell the police. He made sure I knew he was serious by hitting my dog with his fucking truck Lynn! I had no fucking choice! I had to leave!” I simply yelled out in anger just wanting to forget it all, “I’m not gifted I’m cursed…That’s why I submit to you Lynn. I was scared you’d kill me like they told me they would if I did anything they didn’t want. I was scared that if you told anyone about my fetishes those people would find me, and come and try to kill me. So when I heard that the police officer had died in a drug based shooting, I nearly wanted to go home. But you still wouldn’t let me leave, I was scared you’d do what they couldn’t and actually kill me Lynn. So I obeyed, but when you never did, I thought maybe you weren’t like them and you were just an asshole.” I explained crying softly, and Lynn fell silent even Master Raven was shocked my explanation, he didn’t say anything but I could see it in his eyes. “If my gift is from the goddess of love why, would it make people want to rape me to kill me so that no one could have me?” “Love can make a person do crazy things.” Master Raven said after a moment, after taking a breath to calm his demeanor. “Isen your gift is sealed inside the vial, your key to opening up the gate.” Hearing this I looked down at the vial and just threw it away from me, and back towards Lynn. “No! Fuck that, I’m not going to be a fucking gate if it means accepting that gift. There is no fucking upside to that gift, it’s a fucking curse!” I countered bitterly. “Because imagine if I opened it now and it caused the same damn reaction? I’d have fucking Mincridarins after my both of my heads, and that means mages like you Lynn! Imagine if someone like you came after me, and wanted me and only me. The lengths you’d go to make sure you’d get what you want, and the abuse you’d dish out if I disobeyed you. I’d have fucking monsters after me!” I countered, “I’m never becoming a gate!” I continued aggressively and walked away before the conversation could go any further.

“Isen you have to, the gods choose you for a reason.” Lynn said and I looked back at Lynn in fear as he was holding the vial in his hands, seeing what he was about to do I ran towards him and tried to take the vial away. “Isen, I have to do this. I’m sorry.” Lynn simply stated holding me back with his legs, I wasn’t trying to use magic, and maybe I should have, but it was the last thing on my mind. I just watched him uncap the vial in horror. I watched the gray light seep out and my body froze in place and I was forced to take in the curse. I cried in fear, and from the pain that ravaged my body, which soon sent me to the floor in out of sheer pain. I couldn’t move and it was if my body was being hit with a Taser multiple times. My body felt like it was going to burst. I screamed in pain and then I blacked out not long after, I don’t remember anything else after that. -Veneer- I woke up and looked up into a pure white and bright sky, and it was strange because dark gray columns rose from the floor to the sky. I sat up and felt a hand on my shoulder keeping me down on some kind of stone surface. The white canine skull reaper looked down at me. “Be still, if you wander around in the Veneer, your soul will be lost for eternity.” “Veneer? Where am? I what happened?” I asked and the reaper just walked away saying nothing else. “Isen Dale.” A voice echoed in my head I turned around because I felt something staring down at me. When I turned around I saw a titanic figure sitting on a giant square pedestal. The body was a gray as stone, its legs crossed. It wore no clothes and its arms were crossed under the well sculpted body of a male like figure, or possibly a flat chest female. Its face was human and its eyes looked down at me with no emotion showing on the large face. Upon it’s back where angle like gray wings, and below those were titanic demonic bat like wings. Upon the figures form was a halo protected two giant curved horns. Based upon the stories Lynn had told me, this was the Gray God, the God of Neutrality and balance between light and darkness. The giant mark on his chest only proved such thoughts. I had to lay back to even look at the God’s face, the God was as tall as three sky scrapers pushed together, and that wasn’t including his wings which were open and seemed to curl around the entire building. “Am I dead?” I asked the large figure, its lips don’t move as it spoke. “No, you’re very much alive, but I had my Reapers bring you here to speak with you about your “Curse”.” The word Curse brought to the fore front based on the way he spoke the word in my mind. “Why in all that exists would you ever give me something like that?” I asked somewhat annoyed because there was nothing good about this gift that I was given. My gift turned perfectly peaceful people into rapists and murders. “It wasn’t my decision, gifts given to my children are picked at random through lottery.” “So it’s just a game?” I asked somewhat annoyed by that prospect, I could understand gods playing with mortal life but to just throw things out as if they mean nothing. “Child be silent!” The voice echoed in my head like a jet engine, and the god looked down at me annoyed. Seeing that expression I remember I was speaking to a god, and so I fell silent. “That is not what I meant.” The God added, as the features of his face softened and the voice cooled once again. “When the Gates are born gifts are personally picked by the gods of each element, whatever fits at the time, but the child born to be my gate has to have a gift chosen at random. This time the Goddess of Love’s blessing was picked, and so I bestowed the gift to you. It is our duty to watch over our gates and chose the time when their gifts awaken.” “So I was your fault I was nearly killed! That my dog died! My friends rapped me, and my best friend died because he was hit by a truck? Screw you!” I called out in anger and the god simply looked down at me, silence filled my mind and the god didn’t speak to me and it was because of that silence my anger was only forced to dissipate. “Are you done?” The god asked like a patronizing mother. I wanted to protest but just rolled over on my side. “Whatever, I doubt you care about them anyways.” “Child when I activated your gift I didn’t see how out of hand it would get, you think us gods are all knowing and can see the future, but we give mortal life choice. No matter what we might perceive it’s entirely possible that future will change. Life is sacred to me above all, I do not wish to see those I protect perish. I didn’t wish to see you as wounded as you were. So I gave you Lynn, and had your gift sealed away. Thankfully your mate trained you in magic, without that training the gift would have continued to create problems beyond your control.” “Lynn isn’t my mate.” I protested simply, and the god said nothing, and for a moment there was silence. But when the silence lasted to long I looked up at the god. “You’re not going to say anything?” “Not as long as you continue to interrupt me child.” “Sorry sir.” I simply sighed and rolled back over not capable of looking up at the god, because under his giant form and gaze I truly felt like a child. I felt powerless and pointless in scope. “Do you know why your gift had altered those three so dramatically?” “No sir.” I answered just to continue the conversation because in a way I wanted answers, and the God of Gray was personally answering them. “Without any control over your magic, your gift had no limitations, it simply exposed them to the greatest pleasure their minds could create without killing them. Without the training Lynn provided to help you control your magic, you would have wandered the world running from those you touched. But his training has taught you how to retain your magic, and likewise you’re gift, even though it was sealed away. Your gift is only as powerful as you make it child.” I looked up at the God and rolled over to face it properly. “So I won’t create monsters…” “That is what you wanted me to explain.” “Sorry…” “I know child. When you called us out, we weren’t pleased but your words were fair, nothing you had experienced from your gift had never been good. But your gift is part of you now, learn to bear it child or let it control you, the choice is your child. But War is coming and you must lead the Gates, to either bring peace or to protect all you hold dear. The Gray Gate keeps balance among the gates, without you they will not know what to do. They will clash and unleash chaos. When the Catalyst for war makes its self-known, that is when you must act.” “You’re not going to tell me what that is are you?” “I don’t even know what it is child, mortal life is fickle and full of choice I’m never certain what path mortals will take. But when the Catalyst makes its self-known, you must use that time to either bring peace or start the war. The choice is yours child, so choose carefully, I will not guide you. Just do as you see fit. I will not judge you if you bring peace or war, I’ll judge you on how you do it.” The god explained before he raised a hand and snapped its fingers. The loud echo shot me out of my bed and onto the floor with a loud thud. “Seriously.” I said slumped half way off the bed, my muzzle pressed to the floor and my feet hanging lightly over my head making my body look like a C. The loud thud however summoned Lynn and Master Raven who must have been nearby because it wasn’t long until they were inside my room. Though when they both saw me they looked me and then at each other, a small smile coming to both of their faces. “He kind of looks good like that.” Master Raven said looking down at me folding his arms around his chest tilting his head slightly to look at me better, before he looked to Lynn again, and the stallion nodded mimicking the simple tilt of the head to look down at me. “Screw the both of you.” I protested rolling to the side, and soon enough picking myself up off the ground. I dusted myself off and looked at the two of them. “What happened to you?” Lynn asked coming closer and I looked at him, as he held my shoulder to stabilize me, of course he didn’t get delirious. “Screw you Lynn. Opening that vial should have been my choice.” “I know Isen, but I had to do it, the Reapers said you might never open it, and if you wouldn’t do it someone else had to do it. You had to become whole.” “This gift has only ever caused me pain and you opened it regardless Lynn, you didn’t care about me at all, it’s always listen to the spirits and do as they say with you. But even they know what’s best! I just talked to the fucking God of the Gray, and he isn’t even certain about the fucking future. Even he told me personally when he activated my fucking gift it, he didn’t think it would get so out of hand. The gods don’t know everything, they can’t predict the future. Yet you opened up that fucking vial and gave it back to me, because they told you it was the best plan of action. What if I lose control again, and I just create a monster? What is the gift even good for? I hate it!” I countered angrily before sitting back on my bed feeling my head. “It can help persuade people; it can bring people together.” Lynn added softly “Lynn, this gift is for someone who wants to manipulate people, to use them and abuse them. I don’t want this gift. I don’t want to use people, I don’t want to give them something and then just walk away. Why do all those super hero movies always start with the character getting the perfect super powers to solve everything they need to, but I get the one thing I never want to use.” I countered sadly, I know I could control this gift, but I hated the very idea of what it was. Everything about it was false, I could never use it to create true love, and as soon as I used it, I’d just make everything forced. I would force someone to tear down their walls, and look at me as if I was appealing when I wasn’t. “Isen, it’s a gift from the gods. Just because you have it doesn’t mean you have to use it. Do you use every Christmas present your parents send you? Do you read every book ever given to you? It’s a gift you can use or disregard. If you never want to use it you don’t have too. You just have to become better than it, that way you never have to rely on it.” Lynn simply countered looking down at me, and I hated his words because for once I wanted to hate Lynn, this was all his fault, but he made a valid argument, and I hated that because it was normally the other way around. I felt his hand on my head and I quickly swatted it away. “Don’t touch me Lynn, whenever those people touched me they’d turn on me.” “Isen it’s alright, I warded Master Raven and I from spells that can shift our minds or brain wash us, like your gift. I did every kind of ward just to be safe, please just trust me Isen.” Lynn said holding out his hand to me, and I looked up at him and his reassuring gaze. “But what if it fails, and if it does work and you snap like they did?” “Master Raven will kill me, he knows a simple phrase that will stop my heart.” Lynn explained looking back at Master Raven the cheetah gave a soft nod of agreement. “Lynn no; I’m not going to take that chance. I don’t want you to die.” “That makes two of us Isen, but please just trust me. Just take my hand and express your magic.” Lynn pressed as he sat down next to me and I looked at the hand he offered me sadly, I disliked Lynn for everything he had done to me over the years, but I never hated him, I never wanted him to die. “Isen, please, just this once just trust me.” He said softly as he reached for my hand and scared of what might happen to him, I flinched as if I had gotten smacked. “Isen now just express your magic.” Lynn press as he wrapped my hand with his larger fingers and held it tightly in his grip. He wasn’t going to let go, I just looked at him sadly. My heart ached because I didn’t want this, I didn’t want me to be the reason he died. I didn’t want to do this, but he wasn’t giving me much of a choice. I hated it, because I did love Lynn. Lynn pulled me into his chest and rubbed my back gently. “Please Isen just let go.” He simply pressed and I cried into his body as I finally let go. It was like flood gates once they opened I couldn’t close them, my magic just kept coming through. Lynn held me close as the air vibrated with energy and power as my body radiated with large wisps of gray magic billowing out from around my body. I had never felt so magic in all of my life, it was overwhelming, I just felt my body give what felt like a hiccup, there was a lapse, and then the power just exploded out of me. But when it was done I panted, tired from all that magic that suddenly had escaped my body. I looked up a Lynn terrified at what might have happened to him but he looked down at me with a smile. “I told you, you could trust me. I felt nothing, well nothing I haven’t felt before. See feel my pants, not even a hard on, remember you could make me cum just from doing it.” Lynn said with a happy smile, as he moved my hand down to his groin and I only felt a flaccid cock underneath, that bounced up at my touch. “But what about you Master Raven?” I asked looking up at the male and he came closer and simply forced my head into his crotch. “Do I feel hard to you Kitten?” Master Raven asked as if I should have known better, his words mocking my thoughts as he let me go. “Sorry, but what about anyone else beyond my room what about them?” “I sealed your room off the outside world, none of your magic escaped and will tamper with anyone’s will, though it’ll take time to dissipate but I applied a filter to siphon off your soul from the magic so even if people walk inside they should be affected by it. I thought this might happen, all that pent up magic would have been like wearing chastity for a year, then finally cumming. The magic locked away inside of you would simply just explode out with you unable to control it. A magical discharge, do you feel tired?” I nodded and Lynn smiled looking down at me and laid me back. “You just get some rest, the Discharge released a large portion of your Magic all at once. You’ll be back to normal and be able to control your magic once you get some rest. I’m going to go and do some magical things, and when you wake up we’ll talk about where to go from here. Ok?” Lynn said as he kissed the side of my muzzle, his words were very parental, and I watched him get up from the bed. “Yeah… Sure.” I simply agreed before rolling over in my bed pulling the blankets over my form, the two large males then left my room, and closed the door. -Master Raven/Lynn- “So what now?” Master Raven asked looking down at Lynn. “I can’t stay, once it came out I was truly a proper Member of the Master Council, I was called to the Mage city, I’m going to be busy and I don’t know when I’ll be back. Please if anything happens to Isen contact me with this. You’ll be able to call me from anywhere in the world...” Lynn said handing over a silver ring to Master Raven. “Do you know how to use it?” “I’ve seen these before, I know how it works. But what about Isen? What should I tell him?” “Tell him the truth, no use in lying to him. He’ll understand, he might be upset but he isn’t going to get mad I’m sure. But I’m going to go and get some things. I’m going to prepare some clothes for Isen that will suppress his gift, make it easier for him to handle his gift.” “You’re not scared about leaving him with me?” Master Raven asked looking at the stallion knowing from all the stories Lynn spoke of he was protective of Isen, willing to do anything to protect him. “You are the Gate of Kenlon, I’m not an idiot. I saw those runes on your body to suppress your magic. You might fool everyone else, but I know rune binding when I see it. I’m not going to tell Isen, I’m sure there is a reason you kept it secret. Just do your part as one of the seven gates and protect him.” “Aren’t you one of the Gates?” Master Raven asked just curious with Lynn’s knowledge, and why the stallion knew so much about the gates, and their duties. “OF course not, I’m just a very powerful soul sword user.” Lynn stated as he walked away, before simply falling backwards and into his shadow, with a simple dark ripple Lynn and his shadow were gone.

#Master Raven/Lynn/Isen #Part 44

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Lessons Part 2

I woke up on my own some time later, the guards had gone but the Qire Mage, or water as the word would be translated in English, was still sitting at a desk. He was reading a book as he leaned on the desk with his right arm, his left arm was propped up on the desk and on the tip of his finger he spun a ring of crystal clear water. “How are you feeling Isen?” The Reptile asked not looking back at me. “I’m feeling much better sir, thank you for your help. I’m sorry I was such trouble. I’m normally able to care for myself… Just been trying to get situated.” I sighed, I felt fine but inside I felt pathetic. On earth I could easily walk around the city, and nothing could bother me, I knew how everything worked, I knew how to act, and how to help others. I’d be happy to do favors for others, but now in this world I just felt like I was relying too much on everyone else. I hated it, I didn’t want people to think I’m incompetent and couldn’t do anything on my own. “Your new to Matra, you’ve never been around so many spirits. I can understand how you might have a problem with the illusions Dragon Sprites can create.” The Reptile stated as he swallowed the water ring, and got up from his chair, coming closer to me. He was tall and sleek when he stood beside me, he took a trained military stance with arms behind his back. “I was there during your combat lecture on the Black Queen Snake, it was fairly impressive. To think you took one down all on your own without an amplifier; your soul must be massive in order to contain that much magic. What number did you get on the Soul Gauge?” The reptile asked kindly as he offered a hand and I took it and helped me from the bed. Lynn’s simple lessons going through my head. Amplifiers were magical tools that focused the power of a mage, it was normally staves and wands, but amplifiers could truly be anything including swords, shields and simple earrings. The soul gauge is simple test that tells a person how much magic can be stored in their soul without the soul exploding or organ failure. A rank of fifty was the lowest possible score, and it meant you were the lowest class of mage and had hardly any potential beyond combat arts, which were just simple spells that ranked one-one hundred, ninety-one to one hundred were normally forbidden to only masters of magic. A sixty-six was the lowest scores for familiars, their jobs was to help mages cast spells and had a special quality. A mage could bind his soul to a familiar and that familiar could help the mage cast far more intense spells, but it also connected their thoughts and feelings, you could never lie to a familiar when bound to them and the connection was permanent. No matter where a person was in the world as long as both parties were alive they could read each-others thoughts. Lynn wanted me to become his familiar when we first started training, I of course refused because it sounded more like a marriage then anything. Seventy-eight was the lowest possible score for a person to become a mage, and seventy-eight to eighty-five was where most new mages started. Ninety was the rarest of circumstance, and most would refer to you as a mystic born, or gifted, because those that scored a ninety were seen to have the souls of master mages at birth. Mystic born was a term used for a person who was either born from two mages, a magical pureblood in a sense, but even then being mystic born was not normal, it could also mean a child born of just powerful magical presence. Normally strange things happen around a mother when she is pregnant with a mystic born, flames will flicker wildly in windless nights, or go out all-together, water were swirl when no one is around, flowers would bloom in winter, and spirits evil and good natured will come around the mother. Gifted was a term given to a child later in his life when strange things happened to him or her, these gifted children had as most would say it, blessings from the gods. Lynn was a Gifted and a Mystic Born, it said that when he was born the world just became black until he started to cry. He also inherited the family gift of seeing the dead and spirits who hid their presence from mortal eyes. It was the perfect gift for a Grave Keeper. Some gifts were precognition, unnatural strength even among Mincridarins, mind-control and other strange supernatural powers. “Ninety five.” I stated looking up at the mage and he became stunned by my simple words. “That explains plenty… to think a Master of Magic was in my midst, I never even knew. Your ability to suppress your magic is amazing, I would have never thought you could even use magic, that’s why I thought your words were lies during the meeting.” “Thank you, would you like me to prove it?” I asked and the reptile shook his head wildly in agreement as he took hold of my hands. With a simple breath I expressed my magical presence, and the reptile moaned in pleasure, and leaned into my chest, his entire body becoming shaky with pleasure, I could see knees grow weak. “Your power is truly amazing, it’s so smooth like water, it flows so naturally; it was warm like a fire or laying out in the sun, but cool like a breeze on the wind. It felt dense like stone, unwavering in its strength.” The Mage said speaking of the texture of my magic, magic was different for everyone and it’s reaction to others shifted too. Whenever I had expressed my magic like this to others, mainly lynn, they could feel the power of my soul. Strangely enough, every time they were always overcome with a sense of pleasure. I had made Lynn cum twice just from expressing my magic to him, and made him rigid a few times, he never got over how my magic felt to him. But then the mage pulled away and looked at me with wide eyes. “Your gifted, I know what you are. Come with me quickly I was reading a book in the Magical library about ancient magical blessings over the centuries. The ones that have at least been recorded, and one mage, I read had something similar to your gift.” He explained quickly getting excited as he ran to a book shelf near his desk, tossing the books back and across the room when he picked up the wrong book. “I’m not gifted, I’m sure I would have found out by now if I was.” “No your gift isn’t as defined as others, it exists in the background like an echo, it’s always there. Here it is, oh by the gods you don’t realize how special your gift is.” The Reptile stated happily as he slammed a large book on his desk and started to rifle through pages until he came to a large set of text. “Your gift is a blessing from the dark goddess of love, you soul radiates an aura that draws people to you, giving them feelings of lust. Your soul makes others feel attracted to you when you express it to them personally. When you touched me and showed me your magic, I had never felt such a powerful desire like that before. I’m joined with my lover and I had only felt something similar to the day I had joined with her, and mated with her for the first time. Please tell me have you done this with anyone else other than me?” “No this is insane, I’m not a gifted I’ll accept mystic born, but I’m not blessed by the gods I can’t be.” I countered firmly; what the reptile was simply saying was that I was some kind of succubus or incubus without the life draining part. “Isen there has been a blessing of love in two hundred years, it’s such a rare gift very few gifts exist in the back ground of a mages soul. DO you realize how similar your soul is to that of a Gate’s?” “I’m absolutely not a gate!” I countered, because being called a Gate was someone born with a soul over a hundred in rank, and also that they were bound to the very core of a type of magic, granting them nearly unlimited magical potential and powerful gifts. Lynn had only ever told me that there are three known gates. The Gate of the Venfas, or wind, was controlled by a rabbit mage who could condense the wind down so much it created glowing pink petals, that when ruptured sent out a blast that could level forests and summon storms. The Gate of Qire, was found in a water mage who could cast such powerful illusions they could warp reality, even Lynn was said to be the Gate of Gaie, the Gate of Darkness, because of the fact that demons thought he might, because they had stated the gate of Gaie had been opened. The Gate of Dimen, earth, was opened at birth by a mage in Leggala who with a snap of his fingers could turn buildings into nothing but dust. “No I’m not saying you are but Isen, a Gate’s soul radiates magical presence, they almost are literally magic. Your soul radiates love, and desire, people are attracted to you, even if it’s subtly, they don’t even know it’s happening, not even you do. Isen the last person who had this gift was a gray mage herself, a Mystic born. Please Isen just think about your gift try it out, but I’m certain you are Gifted with the Goddess of Love’s blessing.” The reptile simply protested and I just shook my head, because that idea was insane. This reptile must have been reading to many books. I wasn’t gifted, because if I was did anyone ever actually truly love me, or care about me, or were they just drawn to me because of some stupid gift? I just grabbed my things and left the room. “Isen please, think about it.” The reptile quickly called out to me as I felt my head, I hating the idea, of course something else I had to deal with had to fall on my plate. Learn to live like a Matra citizen, learn to be a noble, teach Matra people about earth, and now this. I might be gifted crap, I was a fucking human, no human was gifted, how could I be blessed by the goddess of Love, when I wasn’t even born into the world under their damn gods? I was fine with being powerful in magic, bearing a soul sword but gifted? This wasn’t some stupid comic book, where I become some kind of choice picked hero because the gods were like, hey let’s throw him into this mess and see what happens. But most of all I hated it because it made sense, no matter where I went I always drew a crowd, even in the sanctuary. I had so many asking me to be my mate or if they could mate with me, some females asked if they have my children. “Isen what’s wrong?” Master Raven asked, and being in my mentally dazed state I had of course run into his chest, he grabbed my shoulders, remembering what the stupid gift meant I smacked his hands away. “Don’t touch me!” I cried out in anger before running away from the stunned Cheetah. IF I was so gifted, why did children when I grew up want to hurt me? Why was I left alone and hated if I was supposed to be gifted with some kind of love aura? Then I remember that moment in the store, and my thoughts fell silent as I relived the memory. Then after I realized where I was now living, I wanted to cry from laughter. Of course I end up picking the one master who owns a damn brothel, where loves is supposed to be fake and it’s all about the sex and mating. If this was really the gods handiwork they really knew how to throw a fucking curve ball. Why couldn’t I just find a home and settle down. Why did something always have to happen to me? “Because we are opening the gates.” A voice called out from nearby, and I turned to the side as I left the Embassy, and looked upon the form of a Reaper. The Ram Mincridarn had no skin just bones, his skull was pure white and his eyes a pitch black holes. He wore a human formal black suit as if preparing for a funeral. Lynn had told me about Reapers, I wasn’t afraid of it, they were not evil and they were governed by the Gray gods. They simply collected the souls of the dead so they could be judged by the gray god, so there after life could be picked, based upon their actions in their mortal life. But what I walked away from was the idea that I could see a fucking Reaper. Reapers never showed themselves to mortals, Lynn could only see them because he had the gift of sight. “No, this is not happening.” I protested aloud walking in the other direction, the ram followed me with out walking just appearing in my line of sight. “We need the Gate of Gray to Open, war is coming and the gods wish to protect those who hold them dear.” “This isn’t some fantasy novel?” I protested coming over to the Reaper and took hold of his formal black coat. “Who is to say it isn’t, there a countless realities, who is to say their isn’t one where a person is simply writing this very sentence. This very moment?” The Reaper simply informed, and Isen just cracked from listening to such an idea, and it took him a moment to process the information. “Then what the fuck is wrong with whoever it is?! What did I do to deserve this? I can even live a normal life!” Isen called out angrily, holding the Reaper over the edge of the railing, though the Reaper was unafraid. “Because the Gates are opening, and you are the Gate of Gray, the finale gate. Without you there can be no future or balance on Ecorein. All those you see around you will perish if you do not accept what you are.” The Reaper finished and in the blink of an eye he was gone. “Fuck you and you’re fucking riddles you, bastard!” Isen called out before falling to his knees leaning against the bottom half of the railing, utterly lost in his own thoughts. “Isen, what did he want with you?” I flinched hearing the familiar voice and looked back at Lynn who was kneeling behind me wearing his familiar gray robes. “Lynn? Why are you here?” The stallion said nothing and he had a pained look on his face and shifted me to my feet. “I told you I’d move to Matra, now please just calm down and let’s go someplace and talk… I think for once you need a drink.” “Yeah… I can agree to that.” I agreed, thinking the alcohol might clear my head or knock me flat on my ass, either option sounded fine right now, as long as it got these stupid thoughts out of my head. “Let go of him, right now!” Master Raven commanded aggressively, moving in closer before pushing Lynn away from me, before holding me close to his chest defensively, spawning his bull whip. “Who in the gods’ name are you?” Lynn countered angrily as he watched Master Raven shift me behind his back, though of course I could tell Lynn wasn’t going to back down. The overprotective stallion was always like that. But Master Raven’s duty was to protect me and so he did. “I’m Isen’s Master, now answer my question, who are you and what do you want with Isen?” A dark glare crossed Lynn’s eyes. “You are the bastard that raped him?” Lynn called out in anger and a dark green glow flashed in his eyes, I knew more than anything, in this state Lynn was expressing his demonic nature. He was truly intending to kill. So I jumped between the two males holding them back with magic. “Lynn stop, it’s already done and we worked through the problems, it fine.” “This bastard rapped you?” “And what did you do while I was bed some nights? Not like your much different Lynn.” I protested and the stallion quickly snapped out of his gaze looking down at me sadly. “Isen that isn’t fair.” “You blackmailed me and forced me mate with you Lynn, it’s pretty damn equal, and at least Master Raven apologized for it.” Lynn stammered words before falling silent and still. “I’m sorry Isen.” “Do I need to put the collar on you?” I asked looking up at Lynn who fell silent and nodded, with a soft sigh he pulled the collar from his robes, and handed it to me. The collar was a thick metal circle with runes that would suppress Lynn’s strength and Magic, when he was getting to aggressive, I put this on him and he’d have to calm down or he’d just get hurt. I formed a black chain to the collar and he said nothing as I looked at Master Raven. “Can we talk about this later… I just want to go and lay down.” Master Raven settled down but he looked at Lynn carefully and then at me. “So this is the stallion I heard so much about? I do want to talk to him personally. But we should get going, you caused a large enough scene earlier and people are watching.” When Master Raven said this I saw the faces of those around us and took note of their confused and worried looks, it would be best to leave I probably had looked insane yelling at nothing. So Master Raven led the way as I dragged Lynn behind me. He was still very much quiet and displeased, but the collar made him dead quiet, he couldn’t even speak if he wanted to. It was perfect some nights when he lost himself in anger and wouldn’t listen to me. But when we went to Master Raven’s home above the brothel, we settled down at the table in master Raven’s personal dining room, he had fixed the table and the lights personally. So the room was well lit with soft yellow light. Master Raven sat at the head of the table, Lynn to his right and I too his left. A slave was upstairs serving us all drinks, but after leaving three mugs for each of us he was ordered to leave. “Isen mind telling us what happened earlier.” Master Raven asked watching me as I chugged the bitter brew, when half of it was empty I was already feeling its effects in my gut. It was my first time drinking in years, I was pretty much a light weight. But regardless I told them everything downing more of my first mug as I talked to them. Though by the end of the story I was slumped on the table my mind was slightly foggy and I let out quiet burp from all the air in my gut, which I barely suppressed with my hand. At this point Master Raven took my last two mugs saying that one was enough. I tried to debate him but I ended up slurring my words and just passing out on the table. Which at this point left the two alpha males alone.

-Master Raven/Lynn-

When they watched Isen pass out from only one mug of alcohol, they looked at each other and laughed, apparently they both had never seen someone pass out after one mug before. Though Lynn’s laugh was silent, but he personally removed the collar afterwards, and looked at Master Raven, tapping the edge of his first mug not drinking. “Thanks for looking after Isen, I know he can be a handful, but he’s more capable then he looks.” “I know, that’s why I’m so hard on him, if I don’t push him he’s just going to slack off.” Master Raven stated looking down at me with his arms crossed. “But do you really believe he is a gate?” “I thought he might be… I lied to him about his test, he scored a hundred and twenty three times. I wasn’t sure if it was right, but that’s why I watched him so closely and tried training him in magic. I knew if anything found out about his powerful soul, he’d be hunted down. He’s a pure rarity, but this gift of his. I knew about it when we first met and he touched me. His gift does everything he says it does, but only to those that can sense his magical presence, so as long as it’s suppressed no one will be under its affects. I also cut out the portion of his soul that might contain it. I must have left some of it still behind, and that’s why he still has some of the effects.” Lynn explained as he pulled a small silver necklace that glowed in a soft gray light from around his neck. “You knew about all of it? Why didn’t you tell him?” “I’m a Grave keeper and I was asked to do it by the reapers. They were the ones that helped me separate his gift from his soul, though it looks like I didn’t take enough. I was trying to protect him, a gift like his could easily get out of hand, plus I couldn’t train him with out getting in trouble.” Lynn explained tucking the necklace away under his clothing… “I blackmailed him to keep him close, to protect him but after living with him for so long I truly did fall in love with him.” “So he is a gate?” “And the reapers want me to return his gift, but you saw how he reacted when he learned the truth. He’d lose is mind if he found out it was true. “That is because you first told him otherwise, he doesn’t know what to believe, just tell him the truth Lynn.” Mater Raven stated firmly before looking down at Isen and groaned in annoyance smelling something off in air. “The damn cub wet himself on my floor! Now my room is going to smell like fucking piss; Dammit!” Master Raven protested feeling his head. “Ever try putting him in diapers, he loves those.” “I will not be changing diapers like a damn father!” Master Raven countered loudly as he got up from the chair and picked up Isen by the collar of his shirt, revealing the dark wet spot between his legs “If he wants to piss himself he can do it in his own bed.” Lynn said nothing as he watched Master Raven carry Isen away, and soon came back with a towel that he threw on the piss stained floor. “When he wakes up I’m going to tan his hide.” “Just let it go it was his first time.” Lynn simply countered and Master Raven sat down on the chair and looked at the stallion, not pleased with the idea of letting such childish behavior go. “What would you do if he made a mess like that?” “If he did it one purpose, stick his nose in it like a dog and make him lick it off the floor. If it was by accident I’d have him scrub down the floor.” Master Raven grumble but nodded hearing this finding the stallions punishments fair. “What would you do if Isen cowered in fear over seeing a spider?” Lynn looked at the male as he was about to drink from his mug, and put it down. “What happened to Isen?” With that simple question Master Raven told the stallion what had happened earlier in the day and of the story, in the end Lynn’s tense hid grip on the mug nearly broken it. “Isen never mentions his past to me. I don’t think he had a bad life, but I knew there was a reason to why he left his home town. OF course it’s not because of the spiders, but I’m sure it was something else, he came to me just wanting to get away from something. When I talked to his parents they didn’t know what the problem was either, but they just asked that I look after him all the same. When I first met Isen, for nearly a month he never left his room. He was just on his computer writing. It was around the third week when the reapers came to me and asked me to take a portion of his soul away, in order for doing this they would read me a part of his life. I didn’t want to be invasive to his past because he seemed to want to hide it, so I asked them to show me something I could use to control him. They showed me what he was scared to tell anyone and scare of people knowing. I used his fetishes and black mailed him forcing him to do as I wanted. That was kind of our life together. I controlled him and he’d submit, but after years of living with him. I fell in love with him but he never loved me because of everything I did to him. He might never love me but I’ll still be happy as long as he just accepts me. I just don’t want to lose him.” Master Raven watched as Lynn looked down into his mug sadly. “I’m sure he cares about you, he remembers everything you’ve taught him. It was because your damn spells I had rapped him, your darn magical teachings. He challenged me in front of my slaves and mocked me, but he was still…” Master Raven trailed off but Lynn wasn’t going to kill the Master though he wanted to when Master Raven said he had rapped him. Though he truly wanted to, Isen had already shown his disproval to the idea, and Lynn wasn’t going to go against Isen, not when it could only make things worse. “Isen was still the better male, he gave me permission to abuse him in the end, he didn’t want to fight me and he wanted to make up for what he had done. I was the one who went too far… It’s hard to beat a slave when they have done nothing wrong, even though they just annoy you.” “I know what you mean, I had points like that when I was still in control of Isen. He’d piss me off but in the end, he’d always come back around and try and make things right. I hated it when he did that, because I wanted to be mad at him, but he was almost always right.” Lynn added and the Master raised his mug. “I accept your hatred, I ask you forgive me for abusing your friend.” Lynn knocked mugs with Master Raven with a smile. “I will forgive you, as long as you don’t repeat it.” “That’s fair.” Master Raven finished as he tilted back the mug, and Lynn did the same breaking his own rule. After that though the two quickly calmed down telling stories of their sexual affairs.

#Master Raven/Lynn/Isen #Part 43

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Gifts And Goodbyes

Gifts and Goodbyes

I met Lynn and Mrs. Ring later in the morning and they had just as equally cleaned up, they smelled fresh, but their clothing had a hint of musk to them, the same guard from yesterday was more than happy to follow along beside us after what happened yesterday. Apparently Gavin the Adestrian guard, carried me back to the embassy over his shoulder, and thankfully dressed me before doing so. This scared me though because I didn’t like doing being a mess in public, sexual things were fine with me, but I didn’t like the idea of others seeing me with fur matted with cum and smelling of male and female sex. To ease my mood Davin, the guard told me there was hardly anyone on the road when he carried me to the embassy. Davin also explained that he was a long term resident of Cadara, he knew some fun locations to visit and even gave us the grand tour of the Noble Quarter of the city, showing us historical monuments, like the Orphanage of Wolfric Von Clarence one of the older Kings of Mincara, apparently King Wolfric’s mate the old queen of Mincara, couldn’t bear children so he adopted three children at random. It was said that one of those he adopted was human. Which caused a huge three day riot because that meant the human could be a king of Cadara. Though at the mention of humans, I had to ask about humans on Ecorein, because Lynn had never told me there where humans once on Cadara. Lynn told me about the massive war that was caused because of some kind of misunderstanding. Apparently the human king was killed by a Mincridarn assassin. The king obviously countered this but the confusion and anger drove the humans of Ecorein to hate Mincridarins, so humans would abuse the Mincridarins and treat them like feral animals. War was the only option in the end, and the Mincridarins won that war, but in the end it turned into a slaughter. The humans lost their country, and there homes, and humans spread to the wind and slowly died out. There hasn’t been a living human seen in a hundred years. Lynn explained that this is why Mincridarins had such a hard time trusting the humans from Earth, and why there were so many that didn’t want the royal government involved with them. After that war all the mistreatment and abuse brought about by humans, Mincridarins expected Earth humans to be no different so everyone expected another war to bloom, and with how advanced these modern humans were, Mincridarins were scared that a war would lead the Mincridarins to extinction. This history was never stated because Mincridarins feared that if humans found out their past, that they wouldn’t even talk to the Mincridarins. After this simple brief history I understood why Mincridarins had to be so heavily regulated when it came to who could live on earth. They had to prove that they weren’t monsters, and try to provide a stable peaceful relationship. After that history lesson, the three of them kept telling me more about the history they couldn’t share on earth, talking about magical dangers, problems with demons and beings of shadows, and monsters in general. Most of the world beyond the city gates was populated with strong and dangerous beasts, Giants the size of castles, spiders the side of houses, chimeras, and wild feral dragons. Ecorein was a dangerous world, and it wasn’t meant for humans on earth, because it had taken years to coordinate some mutual understanding with the beasts, or at least the ones that had enough intelligence to speak properly. Though Davin cut in making a simple comment. “And that’s not even talking about the ones in the sea.” Which wasn’t a very reassuring thought. “Then what about Matra, what are the monsters like there?” I asked looking up at Lynn who seemed to understand more about these monsters than anyone. “Matra has giant insects, there are bees and wasps the size of your for arm. Crow fiends, which are giant black birds that make nests in some of the trees in Matra. They have thick Bone armor and three eyes on their head. Though as long as you don’t cross into their territory you’ll be fine. Then there are fruit spiders, that make nests in the branches of the Iron Bark trees and that live on the juices of the Gogen fruit, which is a giant water melon shaped seed that hangs from tendrils in the Iron Bark Trees. The fruit spiders are about the size of an average dinning chair, but their normally docile unless you provoke them. They kind of act like pigeons and you can scare them away if you want, and the fruit spider’s webs make great threads for fabric when treated properly, but their venom isn’t toxic but it’ll defiantly hurt for month.” Lynn explained and I was kind of dreading Matra because of my bad relationship with insects. “Then there are Dragon sprites that live off of the vast amount of magic in the region, they aren’t evil but they do like to play pranks, and tease Mincridarn tree dwellers by stealing things and casting simple illusions. But on the forest floor there are beasts too dangerous to naturally fight.” “Like the Ancient wolves?” Davin added and Lynn just looked at the dragon who fell silent under Lynn’s firm gaze. “Yes like the Ancient wolves, which are ten times the size of the wolves on earth, they can grow to the size of large trucks. Then there are Black Queen Snakes, which can sometimes climb the Iron Bark Trees if there large enough, you can think of them as basilisks just without the ability to turn people into stone. Then there are also Chimera’s, and that’s only a few of the tangible beasts. That’s not even talking about the elementals and spirits that are born from the pools of magic around Matra. Spirits are normally not a problem and they just tend to be playful but it’s the corrupted spirits you have to watch out for, those ones will not hesitate to try and cause you physical harm. The Elementals as well, they’re normally calm unless provoked or corrupted. A lot of new beginner mages live in Matra to train in their fields of magic, so these mystical problems aren’t normally a problem.” Lynn explained and that was reassuring, but now it made sense why the people Matra found shelter near the top of trees. Davin led us around the town till the early afternoon, where we made our way to the beach, it may have been a cold day but there were a few Mincridarins relaxing and laying on the beach enjoying the sea’s cool air. The sea was a shimmering blue, nothing like the ocean on earth. We walked across the protected beach, enjoying the wet sand underneath our hooves, paws and scales. “Isen I’m going to transfer to Matra?” Lynn said looking at me, and I looked at him and Lynn pulled me close and capped my muzzle closed with his hand. “Isen so help me, if you try and say anything against it I will hurt you.” I pulled his hand off my mouth and looked at him. “The New York Sanctuary needs a mage, and you’re perfect Lynn.” “Isen I’m warning you say anything against me again and I’ll beat your ass again… and not in the sexual way.” Lynn had to add because of the excitement the guard showed. He then capped my muzzle again and looked down at me. “Isen I nearly lost you, please stop fighting me, because I’m not going to listen to you. I will keep my promise, I won’t try and kill anyone if you die, but at least let me stay close to you. I love you even if you don’t love me. I want to protect you.” Lynn looked off towards the sea when he spoke and then back down to me. His words were simply and I felt bad for abusing him and leading him on, allowing them to think I had died when I hadn’t. “Will you not counter me again if I find a mage to take my place?” I gave into Lynn’s words, he was a bull when he wanted to be and nothing I was going to do was going to stop him. So I nodded in agreement, because it’s not like I had the right to refuse him, I had hurt him enough and he was trying to be with me. Lynn smiled happily and held me a bit tighter, allowing his tone and tEnder arm to surround me in his warm and soft touch. I could smell that familiar Irish soap that still clung to his fur even though it was a bit muskier than it was yesterday, as we continued to walk along the beach until Mrs. Ring spoke up. “I’m thinking about coming back to Ecorein as well.” Mrs. Ring stated and Lynn and I looked at her, the hyena seemed nervous and she didn’t seem to want to talk about, but it seemed like she needed to get this off her chest. “I don’t want to stay on Earth.” Mrs. Ring finally stated as if she finally got a weight off her chest. “I hate it, Earth, it’s all too much. The technology, the weapons, I can’t even get a fair job beyond the sanctuary. Even military contractors won’t let Mincridarins join them, because of the view of the American government and other governments. They don’t want too much of their military information leaked to us. But the schooling system, it’s so good and I know Andrew loves it there. I want to give him a better life, he deserves it, I can’t take that away from him…. I don’t know what to do!” Mrs. Ring called out in anger looking at me, and her form slumped, ever since he had gotten more personal with me she had become more emotional and expressive. “A mother’s duty is to her child Mrs. Ring you know that.” “I know dammit.” Mrs. Ring groaned pushing back her ears as she looked at me sadly. “I’ll ask Sir Baal about it, there have been a few talented individuals that came through the portal maybe one was a teacher, but I doubt it, and if there is, they probably went to North Arc. But Mrs. Ring you should stay on Earth for Andrew, that little cub deserves a better education…” “I know but I’m not sure what to do anymore, things have just been happening to him ever since you’ve been gone Isen. He’s just tired all the time, he doesn’t want to go to school, and he doesn’t even want to spar with the other cubs in his class. He kind of just sits in the corner. The teacher is worried about him because his grades are falling and he doesn’t play with anyone in his class anymore. I don’t know what to do, the doctors say he’s fine, but that’s it. I can’t figure out what’s wrong with him because he hardly talks to me anymore.” Mrs. Ring explained frantically, she was truly frightened and I could see why, but I think I also knew why Andrew was acting the way he was. “Mrs. Ring he’s probably depressed?” I simply stated and Mrs. Ring looked at me confused. “Depressed?” “He’s sad, he’s lost two male figures in his life. You’re moron of Mate, and Me. You’ve told me before he thinks of me as a father. To him I’m dead.” I explained and I looked at her and she seemed lost in a few emotions, angry, sad and confused. “Isen, would you please talk to him?” Mrs. Ring asked and my heart felt weak, because if I was right then Andrew’s depression was my fault, but I couldn’t talk to him the contracts I had signed prevented that, and I couldn’t go back to earth, not anymore it would create chaos, and now knowing Mincridarn history I understood why. “I can’t Mrs. Ring you know that, I’d be breaking the contract I signed, and you can’t either. You know Andrew couldn’t keep something like this a secret.” “Then what do I do?” Mrs. Ring protested rather annoyed with me, her muzzle curled up in anger, and I fell silent, and turned away from her harsh gaze. “Mrs. Ring move to Matra with me, Andrew just needs to know Isen is alive, and Isen won’t have the balls to tell you to do that, even though he knows that’s what you need to do.” Lynn countered flicking my snout creating a hollow thump that made me flinch. I looked at Mrs. Ring sadly, because Lynn was right, it was either Andrew came to live in Matra or he moved on an forgot about me. “Lynn’s right, but Andrew should stay on Earth and learn from humans, it would give him a better life. He could do so much if given the chance.” I countered and Mrs. Ring took hold of my arm and pulled me close and wrapped her own arm around my shoulders. “First I think it’s important to think about Andrew’s opinion, and I’m sure he’d give up leg just to see you alive again.” Mrs. Ring countered roughly, still relatively annoyed with me about beating around the bush, but she shifted the conversation, just as quickly as she shifted her gaze to Lynn who was very unamused with Mrs. Ring stealing me away from him. “Hey he’s mine too.” She simply countered, and I didn’t counter her, because I didn’t want an my rear smacked raw again, so I just let the two glare at each other as we walked. After a few hours on the beach we walked to Lynn’s and Mrs. Ring’s shared room in the Inn, where we had some farewell sex, and we of course made sure to include the dragon. This time however I was conscious when I walked back to the Embassy during the early night. “I’m so jealous, I wish I could find a female like you Isen.” The dragon simply stated scratching his loins, where his cock was still somewhat exposed in his pants, and hard from our shared sexual escapade. “Well why are you looking for a female? I’m a male.” I simply countered and the Dragon laughed at this and knocked me in the shoulder, which hurt even with my new Mincridarn form. The Davin took me back to my room and wished me a good night’s rest. The female slave was tidying up my room when I entered, and when she saw the state I was in, she came to me and simply told me to wait while she started a bath. The next day, I met Lynn and Mrs. Ring on not so good terms, I was going to leave for Matra today, we already preplanned for a week of fun, but I had to move on and they understood this. They didn’t debate it and they simply asked that I wait for them to return; they wanted to give me something. I wasn’t sure what they had planned, and I was half expecting them to return with a chest full of dildos, not that’d mind a chest full of dildos, but still wasn’t expecting them return with what they had. I was waiting in my room while the female slave was brushing my fur down, when Davin opened the door and let them inside. IN their hands were gift wrapped boxes, a small and a medium sized one. The slave took her leave and the two sat down with me on the bed. Apparently they come up with the idea and split the cost of the gifts. I tore open the largest first, and was rather stunned by what was in my hands, an entirely new laptop, a full on gaming laptop specially made for massive amounts of storage. In total Lynn told me the laptop had one and half terabytes of usable storage space. The laptop had this wonderful dark blue and black color pattern. He even told me he enchanted it to be nigh unbreakable, and weather resistant. He proved this by slamming the laptop on the ground and jumping on it. I wanted to scream because it was an amazing gift, and I was scared he had truly broken it. But in the end Lynn’s enchantments held and the laptop was perfectly safe. Though the box wasn’t empty, inside there was a tall and thick blue plastic zipper case of CD’s, containing human shows and movies of all kinds, organized by genre. They told me they had ransacked a DVD store, but they made sure that most of them were new because they didn’t want the CD’s ruined, they wanted them to make sure they lasted as long as possible and Lynn aided once again with his enchantments and rune writing abilities, by making the CD’s resistant to damage. They tied it all together with large laptop bag and small wireless mouse. Lynn opened up the mouse and reveal a small glowing vial containing a yellow crystal, it was a crystal fragment that could contain magical energy, and then turn that magical energy into electrical energy, so the crystal powered the wireless mouse. This was all so much I wanted to counter them, all of this, must have taken a few thousand dollars. They told me not to care about the price, it was set of celebratory gifts wrapped up into one, A full recovery gift, with welcome to our world, welcome to your new home, and finally a happy birthday gift because they knew they’d miss my birthday this year, which was in just a few weeks. The last gift was creation of Lynn’s, it was a magical energy converter much like the battery in the mouse, but this one was larger and could store and handle much more than the small crystal. It was made to recharge the laptop, so I could properly use said laptop. The gifts were amazing and I couldn’t have asked for anything better. I hugged them both happily and kissed them just as much. Lynn told me about special charms on all the items which protected from all kinds of damages, and theft. The bag was enchanted to only be used by me so no one could open it or pry anything open. It was also enchanted to lighten the load of items it contained. So the shoulder bag was near weightless, but only to me. It was enchanted like Thor’s Hammer, only I could lift and use it. I owed them big time for everything they had given me, and the accepted this happily and planned to hold this over me, but in the end Davin came to collect me. We all had to say our goodbyes, and I kissed them both goodbye, and they deserved nothing less.

#Mrs. Ring/Lynn/Isen #Part 34

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Some Much Needed Explanation Part 2

Some Much Needed Explanations Part 2

Once the emotions had settled and I was able to calm Lynn enough to talk to him, I asked my first question. “Who is Master Gageth, what is the brand there talking about?” My words were simple but Lynn hesitated, and Mrs. Ring took a seat on the bed near my feet, her hands ran over my shins in order to comfort me. I was fine, hurt but fine. “I’ve told your stories of my Master, the dead spirit who trained me in Magic while I still lived in Ende. Well that Master of Magic was Master Gageth. He is… Was, one of the first creators of the Mage City, where Mages live and get trained. Master Gageth was a Master of Rune Magic and said to be the third most powerful Mage among the Council of Ten Masters. Gageth’s Brand is a mark that acts as Key. Some magic even for most master mages is still forbidden. But The Brands we bear give us access to those forbidden spells. The Ten Masters can have one student who bears the Brand at a time, when this Brand is placed the only way to remove it is the student… Dies.” Lynn explained his muzzle hardly able to properly say anything about the Grave. He kept glancing at me from the side but he could never look at me directly. “Why can’t I see the Brand? where is it?” I asked feeling my back but Mrs. Ring gave simple sounds of disapproval and took my hand and put it in my lap. “Isen don’t scratch your back, you don’t want to fiddle with the bandages.” Mrs. Ring simply explained and when she said don’t scratch a simple itch started to form underneath the bandages. Darn seed psychology. “The Brand is hidden on your back, it can only be seen in the reflection of a mirror and or Refraction. It can’t be normally seen, but it can be seen through alternate means. So when you were under the water the illusion I used to hide the brand was nullified; because the water refracted the image.” Lynn explained leaning on his arms truly bothered, and he wasn’t able to sit still, his fingers played simple games while his hands were clasped together, he leaned on his knees and covered his face. “The illusion was supposed to protect you, I knew humans couldn’t use magic but when you were attacked a month after coming here by a demon out for blood during the festival of Spirits I had to do something. That’s why I started training you in magic, and breaking the law…. The Brand it was birthday gift. Training you was against the law, and if anyone found out that would mean you would be executed, so it was the only way I could protect you. I had to get Permission from Gageth to take on his Brand, and then pass his brand on to you. The Brands are special marks because they allow you to bypass some government laws, because when someone bears the brand regardless of who they are, they can be trained in magic regardless of what any government says. The Brands have some other special perks but that’s the only one I cared about. This is all my fault, I shouldn’t have trained you in magic I shouldn’t have given you a soul sword.” “Oh Gods Lynn, you gave Isen a soul sword? Why would you do that?” Mrs. Ring protested looking down at Lynn and then at me, and something seemed to click in her mind. “Wait is that why you cut your hand last week?” Mrs. Rings Attention on me and I just simply nodded, and her face fell and she looked at me. “You can’t tell anyone about that Isen, no one. Soul swords are rare weapons nearly outlawed across our world, only a few souls swords publicly exist. They are dangerous and powerful, and if anyone knew you had one, the HPD won’t be the only one who’ll come for your head. Mincridarins will too.” “I know… I’m only supposed to use it for emergencies.” Mrs. Ring still looked worried and she took hold of my hands. “Why do you have to have so many targets on your back?” Mrs. Ring asked me rhetorically, her words sincere and soft, and her words created a silence in the room, that made it hard for anyone to speak afterwards. “When are you going to do the experiment?” Lynn asked breaking the silence that was just created after nearly a minute of nothing. Though the silence turned into a sullen mood, because after what I heard I knew Lynn was scared of losing me, and this time instead of fighting to protect me he had to let the fate’s decided that. That alone left him terrified, and I could see this fear over his entire face. “They’ll pick me up tomorrow, I won’t be leaving. Some doctors will stop by and start with the preparations and then I’ll be shipped off to the lab. If it’s successful I should be out of the hospital in three months, after going through Physical therapy.” I explained and Lynn nodded, and he got up from the chair, and went to the door, but before he left he glanced back at me. “I…… I’ll go pack up your things.” He simply stated painfully, the stallion didn’t say goodbye before he left, closing the door behind his tail. Mrs. Ring looked at me sadly, but she leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Please Isen call me when you’re safe.” “I will… Thank you Mrs. Ring, and take good care of Andrew, and try not to be so harsh on your students while I’m gone.” I said simply leaning back into the pillow on the bed with the help of Mrs. Ring. The female Hyena just smiled, and clutched my hand not wanting to let go. “Isen I love you.” I smiled and I held her hand. “I know, I’ll miss you Mrs. Ring.” I simply finished and Mrs. Ring nodded, and softly crying she let go of my hand and walked away saying a simple goodbye under her breath.

#Mrs. Ring/Lynn/Isen #Part 27

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