Chapter 23

Sarah was stunned to see the marvelous view after she had fought her way through to the end of the garden. The lush vegetation was beautiful, but it had mostly overgrown the paths and grass.

The pompous house was completely neglected and due to the poor quality of the construction it had collapsed in several places. She reckoned it was a complete write-off and unfortunately the house was unsalvageable.

She saw Duvainthel’s sad face, because she knew the girl was upset about the Cavendish family’s disrespect of Bishojan heritage. It was a beautiful house that was now lost forever.

As she walked up to the girl, Sarah had the urge to comfort her.

“I know; it’s such a waste,” Sarah said as she hugged Duvainthel. She gently rubbed a tear away with her thumb. “It won’t bring back the house but the Cavendish’ have lost almost three million credits on this one.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” she sniffed, “Why bother buying a house if you don’t even use it?”

Sarah sighed as she rubbed the girl’s back. “It might be their strategy to be able to tear the house down without too many complaints. After all, the house is a ruin.”

The silver haired girl harrumphed. “I never liked them but now I totally agree with my mother; they need to leave Bishojo for good.”

Sarah’s heart thumped in her throat as she suddenly realized Duvainthel was one of the Queen’s daughters. Still, she was taken aback by the woman’s sense of responsibility and the way she interacted with her. She liked her sense of humor as well as her patriotic feelings for her planet.

I loved to slide my fingers over the silky skin of Cirin’s back while we enjoyed the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking. Her slender fingers found the hair on my chest again as she cooed, “This is so wonderful.”

“Hmm,” I grumbled softly. “It’s a perfect place. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Paul?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

She moved up onto an elbow to be able to look me in the eyes. “Do you mind if I get pregnant?”

I raised my eyebrow. “You can control conception as well?”

It took her a moment before she answered, “All Bishojan women above level six can. But you didn’t answer my question.”

That little piece of information was intriguing, but I decided to ask her about it later. I smiled as I traced the top of my fingers over her lower abdomen. The idea of Cirin carrying my future daughter was very exciting. She stared at my affectionate caressing for a few moments before she looked at me with an adoring smile. I kissed her tenderly. “I’m looking forward to seeing your belly grow.”

“Oh Paul,” she said happily as she hugged me fiercely. “It will be amazing! It means we can enjoy each other for so much longer.”

The thought of having sex with her while she was pregnant was such a turn on that it caused my cock to thicken.

Cirin giggled as she pressed her slim stomach against my growing member. “It makes you horny, doesn’t it?”

I growled as I used my strength to turn her on her back and I wasn’t surprised when she spread her legs to accommodate my fiery desire. “Be gentle,” she whispered in my ear as she pulled me against her chest, “I’m going to be sore for the rest of the week.”

Her hand guided my throbbing girth into her slick entrance, and she moaned softly when my pubic bone pressed against her mons of Venus. There was no need to be in a hurry and we both enjoyed the feeling of the sensual, ever so slow, rhythm we started. Her breathy voice was so hot. “Oh yes, my sexy stud. This is divine, please, don’t stop.”

It was as if her wanton desire, which radiated from her amazing eyes, had direct control over me. I didn’t last long, and I roared loudly as my climax coursed through my body.

Sarah smiled hearing Duvainthel’s enthusiastic chatter about the next property they were about to inspect.

“Honestly,” the silver haired beauty enthused, “I promise; you’re going to like this one!”

The road changed into a long drive that looked like it was cleaned recently. With an appraising eye, Sarah saw the maintained garden. She knew it was a small house and the satellite photos she had studied told her the property should be in reasonable condition. She was quite taken aback when she saw the small cottage’s pristine state.

She raised her eyebrows when she saw the Queen’s daughter fish a key out of a hidden place. With a naughty smile the woman opened the door and then as she bowed slightly, she said, jokingly, “Ladies first.”

Sarah was pleasantly surprised by the delectable fresh smell, indicating the place was recently cleaned. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of Duvainthel’s enticing curves as the woman glided towards the folding doors. With a regal flamboyance she swung them open, extending the snug living quarters out onto the meticulously maintained terrace.

With bated breath Sarah saw Duvainthel coquettishly leaning against the metal railing fencing the round terrace. Her voice sounded huskily as she deliberately pushed her chest forward. “Do you like the view, Sarah?”

Sarah felt torn between her professional assignment and her guide’s youthful beauty. She suddenly realized Duvainthel knew about her being gay and pouted playfully as she conceded, “It’s hard to give an objective appraisal, being blinded by such a beautiful woman.”

Duvainthel giggled nervously but then said softly, “I’m sorry.”

Sarah moved closer, deliberately entering her personal space as she asked, “Are you really, Duvainthel?”

She loved staring into Duvainthel’s cerulean blue eyes while she waited for an answer. She gasped as the feisty girl gently pulled her closer. “I adore the way you tried to keep your feelings at bay, Sarah.”

Sarah sighed deeply, because she knew exactly how she had failed badly. “You’re just too beautiful.”

Duvainthel nuzzled her. “Thank you.”

“Look,” Sarah said softly, “we need to get those appraisals finished. Do you mind if we have fun afterwards?”

Duvainthel purred. “I’d love to.”

Sarah briefly kissed the girl full on the lips. “Thank you. Now tell me; how long have you been using this cottage?”

“Is it that obvious?”

Sarah chuckled as she slowly shook her head. “I assume you found the key by accident?”

The girl looked down to the terrace as she confessed, “I’ve been lucky.”

“How many know about it, Duvainthel?”

“Just my sisters,” she replied meekly.

Sarah smiled because she knew it wouldn’t really matter as long as the final contract was signed by the Cavendish family. “You must tell your sisters to stop visiting the cottage until everything has been settled.”

Duvainthel nodded. “I understand.”

The hover car purred softly as Cirin steered it on the main road to the mountain village. It was strange how I longed to see the girls again. Silvy’s smiling face popped up regularly in my mind which told me her claim was still affecting me. But the thought that Esgal was ready for the Change was even more exhilarating. I closed my eyes to recall her pretty face to concentrate on what I could do to make her a stunning woman. She would be the fourth Bishojan female I changed.

They say practice makes perfect and I had to agree I was far more confident than when I triggered Silvy’s Change.

Cirin’s voice sounded a little stressed as she asked, “Did I wear you out?”

I opened my eyes again and while I rubbed her bare thigh, I said reassuringly, “I’m okay, sweetheart. I was just thinking about Esgal’s Change.”

She nodded while she kept her eyes on the road. “I’m absolutely sure she is going to be a beautiful woman. I’ve seen the miraculous job you’ve did on Bainthaurneth.”

“Thanks for having faith in me,” I joked.

Cirin jabbed me in the ribs as she grumbled, “We are talking about my sister, I expect nothing less than perfection from you.”

I laughed because I knew she was teasing me. Although, I noticed a hint of concern in her voice which told me she really cared about Esgal. I gently patted her thigh as I said, “Don’t worry, she is going to be breathtaking.”

She squeezed her legs together, trapping my hand. “I know.”

“On what level is she?”

Cirin was silent for a while. I looked at her, realizing my question had triggered quite some strong emotions. “She is a level five.”

“Oh okay,” I said demurely. It was clear Esgal had no other choice than getting pregnant.

“Please Paul,” she said, sighing deeply, “You’re not supposed to know.”

It was intriguing how the Bishojan society had a real hierarchy. It somehow reminded me of the old caste system of India that was complete nonsense, of course. I squeezed the soft flesh of her leg. “Your secret is safe. I don’t really see the importance of knowing on what level someone is.”

“So, you don’t want to know on what level I am?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I know you’re above level six, meaning you have control over your conception but I don’t see any reason why I should know your exact level.”

She kept her eyes on the road as the hover car followed the gentle curves of the road. She nodded slowly as she agreed, “You’re right. It is better you don’t know.”

I was pretty sure there was a hidden interplay between all the women, which might not be that pleasant. Even though I hadn’t seen any catfights between them so far.