Chapter 5

Recap: Khurick Atorn figured he was almost 300 hundred years old now. I had been on Chaos long enough to have started several families. Later, I was with Raey on Bachío for several months; I helped her make the flying ships. Bachío had been more about minor technological changes.

I had been King for almost 50 years on Alpthanis. I’d been there long enough for my own son to grow up fully and take over as the next King.

Now, Loditte has shifted me again.

The reason I had no idea of my true age was that each world had a different path around its sun. They had different tilts to their axis. They all had different distances from their suns. I could not reconcile them with Rukacian time and calendars. I didn’t have the equipment along with me to make accurate measurements. Yet, I knew I was well getting close to 300 years old.

I immediately knew I was back on Rukac when I found I’d arrived home. I had stepped into my own living room. I found myself home in my own tower! How strange it felt after all these years to be in my own place again.

Dhoogel, my tall Majordomo, was standing there, looking at me. It was good to see him for many reasons.

“Master, you’re back, thank heaven.”

I asked, “Dhoogel, how long was I away this time?”

Dhoogel said, “Two years this time. Sadly, your two new women abandoned you just weeks after you left. Those bitches had itches in their britches,” Dhoogel chuckled; he had been saving that one for me.

Dhoogel continued after a pause, “One of the women even left you a present. Kharilla had a daughter.”

“Master, your new daughter Khirlia is 15 months old now. I took the initiative to hire a wet nurse and a nanny for the baby. She started walking at only six and a half months. She is well-spoken and a bright lass already. She’s a real heartbreaker, sir.”

Dhoogel had smiled.

Someone could melt that old codger’s heart?

Only two years had passed here? My mind was having trouble with that. All these years, I had worried I would return to a completely different Rukac. Moreover, I wouldn’t know anybody here.

I said, “So, Kharilla spit my daughter out and then immediately abandoned her?”

He said, “Almost. She took a few weeks here to heal up, but yes. She did not nurse her or hold her even one time. Abandonment is the correct term.”

I reasoned, ‘That explains everything. I have been gone for around many years. I have been sent back in time here to raise my own Rukacian daughter.”

I said, “Where is Khirlia now?”

Dhoogel replied, “Khirlia’s taking a nap right now. She had a big breakfast with Khicell, the wet nurse.

I said, “Are any of the other servants still here?”

He said, “Yes, sir. They are all here. They kept getting paychecks, however the two live-in hussies did not. To be honest, they left because they needed to have sex. Young witches get horny and need sex a lot.”

I said, “Yes, they do. Contact the agency. Have them send a selection of girls and young women over for me to interview.”

He said, “Yes, sir. Are you hungry, or do you want a drink?

I said, “Yes, I would. Bring me a caffe with a touch of cherry liquor. For a long time now, I have only had bland teas or chicory. I need a change of pace; it is good to be back home.”

“Yes, master, I am glad you have returned.”

A little bit later, I met my daughter. She looked to be three years old already. No chubby little legs or drooling. None of what you would expect from a mere 15-month-old. She crawled right onto my lap and embraced me. She knew who I was! I felt her in my heart and soul.

She said, “Welcome home, Father, I am very glad to meet you.”

She giggled like a little girl. I opened my eyes wide to behold someone I had not expected. She’s barely over one year old and going on eight mentally. I felt her mind plunge into mine. She’s already an advanced telepathist.

She’d slid right into my mind. She had been playing everybody for fools. She got everything she wanted, the little imp. Normals didn’t sense her intrusions.

We had a good, long talk. Some of our talk even used words. I had strong telepathy, but few others did. I can get most surface thoughts from normals. With Khirlia, we could instantly communicate mind to mind.

Her nanny came to rescue me when the girls from the agency started to arrive. I ended up picking four girls. Khirlia helped me pick them. She read their minds from another room and looked at them through my eyes. Yes, my daughter is precocious and talented already.

The four I’d picked were shown to my pool outside. I have a completely enclosed 20-foot wall surrounding my castle. The four we picked took turns massaging me.

After being spoiled daily as King, I had grown used to this kind of treatment. The four had signed the typical contracts. After a good rubdown and a bit more, they left to retrieve their own belongings. They had their own 4 bedroom suite on the third floor.

I popped up to my floor and tinkered around. I was getting reacquainted with the things I have in my lab and office.

I ordered a lot of things. I needed to replace the paraphernalia I had used from null. These were things I had run out of or run low on after so much time away.

I also ordered many more items that I wished I’d had for those sixty years, like caffe. I liked my blue chicory, but I needed the change. I picked up more camping gear too.

I sat and thought about my new daughter. I sensed she was much more than a mage. I had the distinct impression she might be my intended replacement. So be it. One can’t live forever. Hmm, Could it be that Loditte intended to send me elsewhere forever? Who can say?

Early that afternoon, I was asked if a neighbor’s boy could visit with Khirlia. Dhoogel told me the two children play together several times a week.

Dhoogel introduced me to Eestris, the little boy’s mother, and to her son Roytee. I only saw him for a few moments. As soon as Khirlia entered the room, the boy slid from his mother’s arms. He was gone and running away to see my precocious daughter. The boy ran like he knew right where Khirlia was.

I looked at the mother standing in front of me. What a heartbreaker she is. She was less than a meter and a half tall and weighed around 40 kilos. (4’ 8” at 90 pounds) The girl is elfin-like. Her hair is white and wispy looking. She has blue, almost white irises. The eyes are almost spooky-looking.

She is slender, and her demeanor is introverted and quiet. She has made no moves toward engaging me. She is reticent to a fault, almost being rude.

I came to her with my hand out to take hers, and her head tilted up, and her eyes got big. She was thrown off balance by my height. I dipped into her mind to get some background on her.

She lived two doors down on my left. She’s a healer witch in an unhappy arranged marriage. She never grew to love or even respect her husband, Bizer. He tells her he travels a lot. She has seen him at his favorite restaurant with a big-titted raven haired woman when he’s supposed to be traveling. Bizer doesn’t even pretend he’s interested in Eestris or hide that he has a kept mistress he is serious about.

She’s seen them there several times now. Since she told Bizer she was pregnant, he has not touched her even once. He doesn’t even look at her when she’s naked. He leaves the room acting disgusted when she nurses their son Roytee.

Bizer’s father and brothers are all total assholes. Her husband’s dull-witted, and worse, he’s completely indifferent to her. She’s very lonely to the point she’s at her wit’s end. She’s so sad. She sobs often and is quite sad and withdrawn. If not for the baby, there’s no telling what she would have done. Staying with her husband, she felt trapped.

I sent her a feeling of calm. I slid my hand from hers up her arm, and I embraced her gently. I slid my hand inside her semi-open top and around her naked back. She resisted for a few moments before sagging into my arms. Touching her in a kindly manner has eased her pain somewhat.

I decided Eestris was -mine- right then. She was no longer his. She is flustered and embarrassed by her own behavior. She wants me. She needs me. I scooped her up and carried her into the grotto.

The grotto is a low-sitting room and has plush leather furniture. It is dark and spelled for my use alone. It’s my private domain when I want to get away. Nobody could come unless I sent for them.

I sat on my favorite leather chair, which would hold three of Eestris. I leaned back and just held her as she sobbed and cried all over my chest. I felt her soft breasts through her sexy designer top. My hand was still around her as I caressed her soft, feminine back. She needed the affirmation that she was a desirable and still very attractive woman.

Her high-low blouse is a large piece of fabric that is draped over the shoulders. It has but one button right below her breasts. The blouse tails trail down in front. If a girl leans forward at all, the left breast is easily exposed to view. I loved being home; the fashions here are visually stimulating, to say the least.

This blouse is very convenient for breastfeeding and is also popular with younger girls and women. The young girls naturally attract male eyes using their assets. Visual teasing is a big part of Rukac culture.

She is also wearing a pleated skirt. In true Rukacian fashion, it stops at mid-thigh. On her, it is stunning. Her legs are lovely and perfect.

One hand had unconsciously run up her leg on the outside when I had sat down with her. It was on her ass, and I’d left it there, gently caressing her sweet bum. She feels so warm and soft, and her skin is slightly moist feeling. Her natural scent makes my head spin.

Most women feel slightly moist to me. Her skin made me really want to fondle her everywhere.

I’d just enjoyed a five-way massage with my new bath attendants. Here I was, drooling over a complete stranger. It made me wonder ... did Loditte have something to do with this?

I checked to be sure she was not ovulating. She was not. Considering her luck with her husband, I temporarily switched off her ovaries.

Khurick did not tune up her nipples because she’s probably still nursing her baby. Nursing could be almost excruciating if I tuned them up.

From her memory, I saw she’d had very small breasts before the baby had come. They were slightly bigger and full of milk now. I purposely let down her milk.

She felt it and exclaimed, “OH NO!?”

I picked her up, took her to my oversized couch, and set her down at one end. By the time I lay with my head in her lap, her button had come undone. I latched onto her left nipple and pulled a gentle draw on it. Her milk flowed freely into my mouth.