Enchantress - Book 1 of 8
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Chapter 14
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14 - A Loving Homage to the king of humor, Sir Terry Pratchett. Imagine yourself on a disc shaped world that rests on the back of four elephants. Now imagine the four elephants are standing on an enormous sea turtle as it swims through space. Now imagine, except for your father, that you are the world's most powerful librarian. And your father is an orangutan. And this is just the start of the story.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction High Fantasy Magic First
The screams of pain from Nick’s room were unbearable to Octavia. The stick promised she would keep his pain to a minimum as they rebroke and reset his shattered foot and ankle, but it didn’t sound like she was accomplishing anything. “Stay here with me Gula,” she said to the horrified looking gargoyle.
“Urt iik!” she complained.
“I know it hurts Nick, but it has to be done, or he’ll never walk again.”
“Whimper, whimper,” said Gaspode from her lap, which drew some gentle scratching behind his ear.
Finally, Doctor Flexrite and Bruce Bockschecker came out of the room and Bruce said, “You can go see him now, and ... someone is going to have to tell him about his eye, he’s trying to pull the bandage off.”
“Don’t. I’ll tell him,” she said softly. Shuddering in terror, she slowly walked into Nick’s room and sat Gula on the side table where she immediately fell to her favorite position, hanging on an exposed beam in the ceiling where she could watch everything that went on in the room from above.
Nick was pale and covered in sweat. The pain from having his foot and ankle re-broken and reset was clear, and she wasn’t sure if he was conscious. She took his hand and found that he was trembling violently, but he gripped her hand weakly.
“Octavia,” he said quietly, “I need you to press on without me. You have a mission to fulfill and I’m holding you back.”
“No I need you to...”
“I lost an eye!” Suddenly the room was silent, and it stayed that way for a long moment, then Nick continued. “A sheep stomped on it, I thought I saw lightning, but that was the eyeball popping like a grape ... It’s been itching and I asked the stick to find out what that means. It’s phantom pain, it means my eye is gone.” For some reason, that hurt him worse than the thought of possibly losing his leg or several of his ribs. Both are eventualities which may still happen according to Dr. Flexrite.
“Nick, please ... these things will heal...”
“Sweetheart, don’t. I know enough to know that I’m just an anchor now. There’s no way I can make it back to the library. I can’t walk, I can’t see ... I’m no use to you.”
“Whimper, whimper, whine.”
“You can take my dog too if you want.”
“Gaspode, do you want to come with me?” asked Octavia.
Gaspode huffed and lay his muzzle down on his forepaws. “Not without my pet. It’s only fair, you get a pet; I get a pet.”
“And what is your pet?” said Octavia as she scritched Gaspode behind the ears. “A dozen or so fleas?”
“I call him, Pommeraie de la Montesquieu.”
Nick started shuddering, and it took Octavia a moment to realize that he was laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“My dog has me for a pet.”
“Well, you’re my pet too,” she insisted, “and you’re coming with. Don’t worry how! You’re coming with, and that’s final.”