Chapter 28

“What was that last bit about?” Micky asked Ricky as they stepped down from the dais.

“Greed, it is a nasty aspect of man. Don’t worry, Wilber will be fine. I put a protection charm in his pocket and spells on the wagon. I can’t say how the rest will fare, but it won’t be Wilber doing the killing or stealing,” Ricky told them.

The girls were appalled but didn’t believe that Ricky was wrong about the natures of the other men. Several of them had creeped both Micky and Ronan out. They didn’t have a very high level of trust of the females, either.

The next lot of people to transport were the mercenaries, Kerr and Miles. Micky had given her mount to Jen, so the nine of them were all mounted. Rick had his girls stand back to back with him, and they each held one of the reins from three of the pellys.

Ricky blinked them to an area that was near an Inn that was just outside the limits of River City. Micky, Miles and Kerr had previously had a brief discussion as to what Micky expected of them, and the men knew her wishes. Hence, they didn’t hang around but trotted off to do her bidding.

Kirin and his people didn’t stick around long either. Kirin had told Ricky that he intended to pursue why the guns had been brought to the island. Ricky told him to send word to his townhouse in Spirit City if he did learn more.

Ricky now had to his least favourite task to do; talk to his grandmother. He gathered up the energy and hugging his girls, he blinked them.

A few moments later, a huge scream and the clattering of crockery onto hard tiled floors bashed their ears. Ricky spun and looked at Hetty, his housekeeper. “Sorry, old girl,” he grinned at the small, slim woman who barely looked twenty-five.

Hetty’s silver hair was wound up in a neat bun onto of her head and showed off her pretty Pix ears that supported dangly earrings. She was quite handsome and held herself with poise. She was dressed more like a young businesswoman than a housekeeper.

Hetty went to roast him but stopped as her tea tray righted itself and her favourite tea set reformed and placed itself back on the tray. She wasn’t so pleased when the spilt tea and milk lifted from the floor and poured back into the teapot.

“Master, you know I won’t drink that now!” she scolded him, hmphed and turned around and marched back to the kitchen with her heels clicking on the tiles. Ricky’s chuckles chased her all the way.

He knew his appearance would put Hetty into a tizz and letting her make fresh tea would give her time to calm down. He led the girls upstairs and showed then the master suite.

He was a little surprised when they started stripping him. Then he felt their need and soon helped get them both out of their clothes too. He might not need to use sex to get his fix anymore, but that didn’t mean the girls didn’t.

Mind you, he had never really needed an excuse to have sex. Seeing his girls naked had him hard and wanting. Ronan crawled into the middle of the bed and beckoned him between her lovely, smooth thighs.

Ricky didn’t need to be asked twice. He has no sooner seated himself deeply into Ronan, and he felt Micky behind him. It wasn’t hard to guess that Micky had changed gender with what she was rubbing between his arse cheeks.

They had done this a couple of times now, and Ricky quivered with desire and wanting as he knew what he was coming. Ricky held himself still as Micky effortlessly entered him. He sighed in delight as she did.

He loved being sandwiched between Micky and Ronan. The sweet torture of Ronan clamping on his cock as Micky pulsed her cock in his arse had him humping forward and backwards between them.

He might not need sex to pull magic anymore but doing it when he came was still a massive turn on. Ricky doubted that he would ever say no to experiencing these erotic effects with the right people.

He had a feeling his days of screwing mundanes were at an end, though. For some time, he had needed his partners to have some magical ability to even remotely, enjoy the sex. It was a shame, but it was also inevitable with his change in status.

He decided that for now, he was a lucky man having these two marvellous lovers.

Ricky didn’t let the girls linger.

After a quick wash in his amazing bathroom, both girls had eyed the large square tub that he said squirted jets of water, they re-dressed and headed back downstairs to meet the housekeeper.

Ricky sat in his favourite chair and Hetty was soon serving afternoon tea with freshly baked bickies and small, toasted, ham, cheese and tomato sandwiches. The girls were a little surprised that Hetty, after making her own cuppa, sat in an elegant high-back chair next to Ricky’s wider recliner chair with footstool.

After brief introductions, Ricky said, “Report.”

Hetty flicked her eyes at the girls and realised by their glow alone that they were safe to hear the tales if Ricky had said so. So, she then started filling Ricky in on local news and even events from the other cities, as if she was his social secretary as she looked.

The girls sat and listened in amazement. If it was going on in her city, Hetty knew about it. After hearing her preliminary reports, Ricky noticed the girls’ expressions. “Hetty runs the best spy network on the island. She has run it for a hundred years now.”

Hetty hmphed, “He has run it. I’m just the collector and analyser.”

“Now Hetty, you know that isn’t true. You have an amazing ability to scrutinise information from the most unlikely sources and glean the truths from it. You are a true Psychic Mage and just to prove it I have something for you.”

The girls were intrigued when Ricky pulled a box out of his pack when it had appeared on his chest. They were not aware that he was even wearing it. He handed Hetty the metal box with a huge grin. It wasn’t as big as theirs, so they knew she wasn’t one of the missing people for their sextet.

Hetty was shocked, and as soon as she touched the box, she gasped, “Master, what have you done?”

“Open it, my dear, Hetty. It is time you upgraded from that two-gem medallion I gave you,” Ricky said softly and with deep affection in his voice.

The girls were surprised that it was a four gemmed, High Mage set. It had larger gems than a normal mages item set did, and it was complete. It had Psychic, Physics, Lore and Earth as its disciplines.

“That is an interesting combination,” Ronan commented. Then she smiled. “Actually, for a Spy Master, they aren’t a bad combination. Many a secret has been carried on the winds.”

Hetty chuckled and the thought of how it was that things were whispered to her, was so true. It tickled her fancy. She accepted the items as Ricky placed them on her. He then grinned at her and pulled another item from his pack and gave it to her.

It looked like a plain, handheld mirror that was about as round as a spread palm. Ricky then gave Hetty a lapel stick-pin with a small black rose on it. “It’s a communication mirror. This one is special as people can leave you messages even if you aren’t around to see them. The pin is your communicator when you don’t have the mirror with you.”

He then placed a small thick sack in her hand. Hetty opened the sack and pulled out more lapel stick-pins that had small, painted metal shapes that she realised looked like animals or flowers and shapes like hearts and diamonds. They were of a similar style to the black rose pin that he had handed her.

Micky looked at them and said, “Oh, they are all different, you could use them like call sighs. Do they go invisible when the wearer wishes?” she asked Ricky.

“Do you think that would be a good idea, Hetty?” Ricky asked her.

“Yes. Can I talk directly to the wearer or can they only leave me a message in the mirror?”

“Both. Double-tap a message in the mirror or the pin, and you will talk directly into their mind. One tap to end the call. You just need to train them to talk back the same way. Once you learn some of the spells in that new magic book that you have, you can work out your own system.”

“You can even make mirrors for your most trusted allies or people who control smaller networks, so not everyone is reporting directly to you. It would keep you safer. I suggest you do this and make sure your networks have more limited access to you.”

“I just thought this system was simple to implement in the short term. You will see that I also have a dragon icon on my pin so that you can use to contact me whenever you need to.”

“Since I’ve become a Regent Wizard, I guess I have to spend more time keeping up to date with what is going on, on the islands. Once I’ve found all of the High Wizards and established them in their provinces your network can also report to the girls.”

“Girls? That’s a bit sexist, isn’t it? Why can’t some of your wizards be boys?” Hetty inquired with a raised eyebrow.