Assassins and Wolves (Chapter 7) By Vivicawolf

Dana stood looking at the beautiful stained wood mural on the wall with its carved trees, flowers, birds, and hidden beasts. She swirled the glass of rosy wine in her hand, letting the floral smell fill her nostrils before taking a long pull of the mildly sweet and tangy liquid. The mural could be gawked at for days, and you would continue to spy something new at every hour.

Dana reached up her free hand to rub at her left brow, feeling a smooth scar that cut through her pale ashen brow. The scar reminded her every day of the hell she had gotten herself into just five years ago. The night she confronted Colin had changed her world drastically.

Colin forbid her from visiting her family and friends, saying they were trying to turn her against him. Of course, he did enough of that on his own. Dana had nearly lost her spirit then, falling into a hole of deep depression and constant fear. Joe had been the only one left that Colin had allowed her to interact with.

When Joe found Dana after that night, curled up under her blankets, shivering and weeping, bandaged and bruised, it broke his heart. She had told him everything. Joe felt so helpless to comfort his adopted daughter, he could not offer her sanctuary, and he could not say anything to make it better. As he wallowed in guilt at putting the sweetest girl in the worst hell possible, he swore he would find a way to give her some kind of freedom, something to help her keep her strength.

That was when he discovered the tunnel leading to her tower. A secret door led down the tower and into a sewer system that ran under the city. He could give her a chance at escape. However, when he offered Dana her chance to run away, she turned him down.

Dana instead chose to remain, knowing that if she ran, even if her love ones went into hiding with her, Colin would burn the city to the ground trying to find her. Therefore, she would stay. However, she would use the tunnel. She asked Joe to speak with Ed, to find an artist that could be trusted. Ed found a friend willing to help, and the mural was built. A beautiful secret, hiding her only escape.

She would use it whenever possible to meet her friends and family and speak with members of the Left Hand. She would also walk through the tunnels alone, trying to test her powers. The powers that awoke in her in that fateful day were a mystery to her, any she was not sure why they failed her in the end. Therefore, for years she tried to hone her powers. A near impossible task when you are not sure what you are capable of.

With years of pain and anger on her side, she came to a very simple conclusion. Her emotions, especially her rage, fueled her powers. And so, when she felt helpless and raged in the solitary dark, she practiced her hardest. The rage within her would find a physical form from her will, enough where she was able to form shields to push objects away from herself. She was even able to focus the rage so well, she could use small bursts of that same force to hit an object.

Many walls in the sewer tunnels of Wellingstone bared the scorched and gouged markings of her many long hours of practice and self-discovery. Each mark a reminder of her pain, some for every woman Colin would slip into the Manor to share his bed. A mark for every bruise and mark on her pale skin. A mark for every night she cried for her mother. A mark for every night she was taken by force. A mark for every night she wished to die. A mark for every one she loved and missed every day she could not slip away against her husband’s orders. A mark for her still very broken heart.

Dana turned away from the stained wood mural and walked to the bedside table. She downed the last pull of wine, set the crystal glass down gently, begrudgingly placed on her wedding ring, and took the wool shawl from her bed, wrapping it over her shoulders. She ran her fingers over the elegant crochet work of the rich indigo wool.

Softer than any sheep wool, the ahuizotl river dog was a stunning and fierce beast with the silkiest fur along its petite body. Long waterproof locks of curling fur were highly prized in the southern reigns of Awica, where humans would trap or raise the fierce beasts for their exquisite waterproof wool. Dana had seen one of the animals at a shop, raised for its wool like many others, it’s almost human like paws would rifle through its owners belongings in search of small crabs.

The shop owner gave Dana a small treat to feed the river dog. She giggled at the feel of its tiny fingers opening her hands to find its treat, and as it nosily munched away, she ran her hand over its silver and black striped main. The creature’s tail swishing back and forth happily, its hair so long that its tail was twice its own body length.

The owner offered Dana its next batch of wool for whatever her heart desired. Dana, accepting the offer, promised to pay top price so long as she could return and feed the river dog again. With how lovely and charming the creature was, Dana almost could not believe the creature to have a fierce bone in its tiny body, until the owner showed her the scars of past sheering.

Dana smiled at the memory. Today would be a good day as well. While the weather promised rain, she would be out in the city doing what she was meant to do. She often went to the hospital and even poor houses to help anyone she could from bringing in hot meals, to helping heal the minds of the broken. While she would often face tragic and painful situations, she never felt more fulfilled like when she could make a difference in a person’s life, even in the smallest way.

On her trips into the city for her charity work, she was assigned at least two guards as protection, according to Colin and other members of the Arcane Order. However, she was certain it was to insure she stayed away from her friends and family on her outings.

While she would leave the manor with a solemn look, once the car left the gates, she could finally breath, watching the statue of the naked man and woman in their intimate embrace fade from sight.

The young soldier who sat in the back reflected back her smile. The lad had come from Zecroybia less than a year back, sent to Awica for his first tour of duty. A comfortable job that many would appreciate. The boy, who was maybe a year younger than Dana, had been very kind to her, despite the language barrier. The boy, Alabaster, struggled with learning the new language.

Dana flashed an even brighter smile back at the soldier. “Why are you smiling?” She asked with a soft laugh.

The boy pondered her words for a moment. Her accent, being from SvalvÍk, made her somewhat harder to understand. However, Dana was patient with him, and he appreciated it. After a long moment, Alabaster grinned wider, his white teeth bright against his naturally sun kissed skin. “It is good day with Drottning.” He nodded proudly.

Dana nodded politely. “It’s a good day with you, too, Alabaster.”

The boy sat up, his teal green eyes sparkling with pride. “Much honor, Drottning.”

Dana blushed, smiling shyly and gazed out the window to watch for the hospital. It did not take long for the white walls to come into view. Every time she came, she never knew what she was walking into. Some days were harder than others were. A string of plague cases sweeping through the city from time to time. A traumatic reminder for many who had to watch their loved one’s die painfully during the war.

While the doctors worked to fight the plague, it seemed to always be changing, and yet, always the same. This kept doctors from being able to truly stop the mysterious disease. All they could do was comfort the dying and pry they could save some. Dana often saw her mother in the faces of the infected, a pain that would be drawn upon with every death. However difficult, she never stopped coming.

As the car pulled to the hospital visitor doors, Alabaster stepped out quickly, turning to Dana and bowing, his right hand over his back and his left hand held out for her to take. She took his hand delicately and stepped out, pulling her indigo shawl tight against the chill of the day.

Alabaster stood over a foot taller than Dana, but she was used to being the smallest in nearly every situation. Tipping his hat to her slightly, giving her a glimpse of light hazelnut hair under his black hat, she smiled up at him and nodded before walking forward through the hospital doorway, their companion soldier, silent as a specter, only a few feet behind.

Dana walked into the large waiting room, a smell hitting her she knew all too well. Bile and blood filled her nostrils, and she could almost swear she could smell the salt of the sea with it. Dana reached into the pocket of her lilac cross-top dress and she raised a small white cloth to her face.

Alabaster let out a rough cough that made him gag. “Is death. Drottning must go.”

Dana shook her head, taking the cloth from her face. “If it’s the plague than I’ll be fine, it’s you I fear for.”

Alabaster did not seem to hear her as he watched a doctor approach. “My Drottning.” The doctor bowed slightly. “You shouldn’t be here today. There’s an outbreak in the poorhouse, its killing faster than we’ve seen before.”

Dana looked past the doctor to the door leading into the hospital’s emergency area. “How fast is it?”

The doctor looked over his shoulder at the emergency doors, looking distressed with sweat on his brow and dark rings around his eyes. “It’s hard to say how long the infection takes to show symptoms, but most are gone in just a day’s time.”

Dana could feel the fear and terror all around her from everybody in the room. She turned to Alabaster and patted his arm. “Go to the car and wait for me, I’ll be fine.”

Alabaster cocked his head like a confused hound. “I stay with. You go, I go.”

Looking just behind him, Dana could see that the guard with them had already backed out of the hospital doors and stood anxiously at the door.

Dana considered his words, she did not want him to get sick, but he was just as stubborn as she was. Accommodations would be made. She turned to the doctor. “Do you have any protection for my friend?”

The doctor frowned and shook his head. He shoved a hand into the pocket of his white coat and pulled out a simple cloth face cover. “This is the best I can offer, and it’s no guarantee he won’t get sick anyway.” He handed the cloth to the soldier.

Alabaster examined it with a deep frown before looking at Dana. “You go, I go.” He told her again. Dana nodded and followed the doctor into the emergency center with Alabaster at her side, the pale cloth tied loosely over his nose and mouth.

Following at the doctor’s heals, Dana felt overwhelmed by the smells of death and disease, the sounds of pain and loss, and the emotions that hung in the air like foul incense smoke. The doctor spoke, and Dana found it hard to focus on his words.

“…unlike anything…”

“…no normal disease…”

“…unnatural…”

As the doctor marched on, Dana stopped at a bed where a little girl lay, still as stone and just as gray. Her wide eyes focused on the ceiling, unblinking. Dana stood and watched the little girl, wishing she could see her frail chest rise, or a delicate finger twitch. The girl’s dark curly hair spilling over the pillow around her made he thing of her mother. Just as still and just as gray. Dana almost quivered with the anticipation of some movement, but never came. With the world around her gone but for this moment, Dana moved closer, only to be pulled back just as she noticed the dried blood at the corners of the little girls lips and eyes.

Dana turned to see Alabaster looking at the child with a sorrowful look. Silent as the grave yard, he simply led Dana away and steered her back into the path the doctor led. Dana did not fight against his firm, yet gentle grip at her arm. She knew he only wanted to spare her the horror of the plague.

As they moved to catch up with the doctor, Dana heard a loud pop. The sound was loud in the narrow hall, enough to leave her deafened for an agonizing moment . As the noise rang through the hall, she felt as though she had been punched in the shoulder so hard she nearly fell backwards. Stunned, she righted herself and looked at Alabaster. His teal eyes were wide and full of fear. Seconds turned into hours as Alabaster took Dana by the arms and pulled her close, she felt like they might be dancing for a moment as he twirled her around in the hall. Dana began to pull herself away from his embrace, the pain in her shoulder faded as the adrenaline took over.

Dana almost smiled at the observatory of dancing in a hall with Alabaster. Like a splash of ice water to wake her, she watched as the sides of Alabaster’s throat burst, blood spraying as he pulled her down to the ground with him, still trying to shield her as he slumped into her.

The world suddenly seemed to catch up to real time speed as she sat with Alabaster’s torso in her lap. With his head on her stomach, Dana pressed her hands over his bleeding neck as he gasped for air. Around her, people ran in all directions, screaming, but it all sounded so far away. All she could hear was the gasping breath of the young man.

Straining to keep her back off the ground, she held tight to his neck, whispering something inaudible even to her. She saw Alabaster swallow hard, blood leaking out the corners of his lips. His lips quivered and she strained closer to hear him.

Alabaster choked on the blood for a moment. With all his remaining strength he gargled roughly, “Long live Drottning.”

***

Dana stood over the body of the young man who died to protect her. He lay so peaceful in his black with red trim uniform, as though she had only caught him napping on the job. The mourners had cleared the hall, leaving Dana alone in the still of the massive hall, the dragon skull looming above them, watching through hollow sockets.

Dana placed a hand on the young man’s icy cheek and tried to smile, fighting back her tears. “Forgive me, Alabaster.” It hurt. She truly cared for the young man and considered him a friend.

She felt the ache of her shoulder as she leaned her head to the side to examine the wound on his neck. Curious, she let her fingers pull down the collar of his uniform to see the stitching that sealed the bullet holes. Jerking her hand away, Dana sniffed hard several times to keep her nose from running as the tears overwhelmed her.

Alabaster would return home to his family across the Turbul sea to rest in his home town in Zecroybia. She could picture a rolling hill, lush with soft grass and spotted with yellow flowers, freckling the landscape. She imagined a pale stone at the tip of the hill, marking his final resting place, where his spirit could watch the fields come alive in the bright spring morning as the deer grazed and the birds sang his name in the wind.

A fantasy, pleasant as it was. She knew nothing of what would happen to him once his casket boarded to the next ship to cross the Turbul sea. Even so, she had no doubt his family would be grateful to have their son back to rest among his own.

Dana’s eyes blurred more. She squeezed her eyes tight and let the tears fall freely, sniffing hard. The fantasy was blown away like a plume of smoke as the sound of familiar sauntering footfalls filled the hall. Her shoulders tensed -painfully at her wound- as Colin approached, standing just behind her. She dared not turn to look at him. She hated letting him see her cry.

Her breath grew shallow as she felt his lean body press against her, his breath hot against her neck. “Since when do you cry for a soldier of the Order?” He asked, his voice a husky whisper.

Dana lifted her chin, her jaw clenched painfully. She feared and loathed his touch, his very presence making her stomach clench painfully. Her breath shook as she tried to remain composed.

Colin nuzzled her hair, smelling the sweet notes of peach, vanilla, and musk from her perfume. He placed his lips against her ear. “Handsome young man, wasn’t he? I’ll bet you let him fuck you senseless. Why else would you cry for him?”

Dana’s upper lip twitched as she fought a snarl. “Your foul.”

Colin licked Dana’s earlobe, pressing himself harder against her. Growing hard, he ground himself against her back. He began to pull the black lace dress up her thigh a finger at a time. “And your a little whore, aren’t you?”

Hot tears rolled down her eyes. She wanted to run away, but if she tried, he would only hurt her worse. “Please, stop.” She pleaded.

Colin took her wounded shoulder and gave it a squeeze, making her whimper in pain. She had to buckle her knees to keep from dropping to the marble floor. “How about I bend you over his corpse and show you what a whore you are?”

Before Dana could so much as breath, a familiar voice saved her from his sadistic pleasures. “My Kongur, Dr. Vlach’s war dog has arrived.” She had never been so glad to hear the cocky voice of Martin Altair.

Colin straightened his black slacks and adjusted himself to hide his hunger. “The traitor has finally returned. Splendid.” Colin clapped once before he waved his friend off. He turned back to Dana. “Come, dear, your body guard has arrived.”

Dana turned her head only slightly to see Colin out of the corner of her eye. “Body guard?” She asked skeptically.

Colin smiled. “Oh course, we don’t want another attempt on your life, do we? I had the good doctor bring in his little assassin. Who better to protect you from an assassin than another assassin?” He let out a dry chuckle.

Dana turned her head to look at her husband better with a cold glance. “What do you care? I figured you’d be thrilled at the prospect of my death.”

Colin waved his finger at her and tisked. “Now, now, sweet wife. You’re not entirely so disposable. No, come. Meet your new guard dog.” Colin held out his arm for her to take.

Reluctantly, she placed her arm in his as he lead her from the hall. A heavy wave of exhaustion hit Dana, leaving her with a hallow feeling. She felt to tired and weary to feel her usual disgust at her husband’s touch.

Colin guided his solemn wife from the hall and walked her towards the central tower. All the while he spoke excitedly about something Dana was tuning out. She kept her eyes ahead, and allowed her mind to drift as she was aimlessly led to her husbands work office in the central tower. Typically a place she dreaded, but with the promise of so many people waiting for them, she felt safer than if she was alone with Colin.

Upon entering Colin’s office, Dana scanned the room quickly. She saw Dr. Isadore Vlach talking to Martin and two other soldiers Dana had not seen before, or at least could not recall. Standing at the center of the group of men stood a tall man as still as stone and clad in all black. A heavy black hood hid his eyes from sight. At his face was a hand crafted black leather mask shaped to look like a wolf snarl. More black leather fit tight along the man’s barrel chest and waist. Tight black cloth filled in the gaps around his muscular arms and legs. A sniper rifle rest over the man’s stiff back. Dana took a moment to peak at the mans belt and spotted at least one dagger hilt and a pistol hidden under the black cloak.

As Dana drew closer to the strange man, under the heavy cloak wrapping around his shoulders and neck, she saw something that gave her pause. The man’s left hand looked to be armored in a metal claw glove of black and blue steel. However, as Colin urged her closer, she realized the clawed metal glove was a prosthetic, as she looked closer, she could see the outline under the black fabric over the entirety of the arm and his shoulder, jagged and powerful, clearly heavier than the right arm with the way the man stood, his weight shifted to his right to find balance.

Dana did not hear her husband addressing her she tried to get a closer look at the left hand. She straightened herself and looked to Colin. “I’m sorry?”

“Surely you know the story of Isadore’s war dog?” Colin smiled mischievously, a terrible glimmer in his icy blue eyes.

Dana could sense the malice, and returned a look of confusion and annoyance back to her husband. Like a giddy child, Colin moved up to the dark stranger, staining only inches away from the man. Dana noticed the man stood a few inches taller than Colin, and for some reason, found it amusing.

“Awica’s very own traitor. He joined the Arcane Order and took the ritual, like us.” He grinned at Dana and turned to look at the man. “Killed his own. And together, we won the war by killing the Alliance Transcendents.”

“He’s a Transcendent?” Dana asked, drawing closer to try and see the man’s eyes.

“The only other to survive the ritual.” Spoke Isadore Vlach. “We recovered him from a landslide, probably caused by some blast. His entire arm was crushed, the shoulder was badly damaged at well. We were able to save him, and after the ritual, we were able to replace his lost limb with a metal-dragon scale prosthetic.” The doctor proudly took the stranger’s arm and showed it to Dana closely.

“The blue, that’s dragon scale formed to fit with the metal. The scale is far stronger than any material we could hope to use. And you see, here,” Isadore bent the arm awkwardly, revealing strange marking along the inside of the wrist, hidden under the blue scale. “Our witch was able to create ruins that allow the soldier to cast with the arm. His very touch can generate heat, cold, even electricity! Its incredibly powerful!” Isadore nearly hopped with excitement, his eyes comically wide behind his bottle glassed.

Colin turned to Dana, still grinning wickedly. “Makes for quite the effective assassin. Isadore is the handler for our dog of war, here.” Colin placed a hand on the man’s black clad shoulder and shook him, barely moving the man’s arm.

Dana found it odd when the man made no reaction to the talk around him. Seeing the man make no reaction to touch gave her pause. She cautiously drew close.

Colin watched Dana starring at the man like a curious child, and took hold of the man’s heavy black hood. With a effortless tug, he revealed the man hidden in cloth mystery. A wave of thick brown hair fell forward, a main falling just at the man’s broad shoulders.

While the leather wolf mask hid most of his face, Dana was finally able to look into his hooded eyes, looking into a set of doll like steel blue eyes. Dana drew ever closer and reached out with her mind to touch the strangers. It was like nothing was behind those captivating eyes and thick brows. But that wasn’t possible, no one was a hollow shell. As she tried to prod deeper, suddenly sensing something like a spark in a dark room, she was interrupted.

“…will be yours to command,” Spoke Isadore Vlach with a smile.

Dana looked at the doctor and blinked, confused. “Command?” She asked.

Isadore Vlach excitedly took Dana’s hand, then took the hand of the assassin, placing his at the bottom and Dana’s on top. “Yes, I give you command of him until I must claim him back. Until than, he is yours. He will obey and protect you at any cost, my Drottning.” Isadore released their hands, leaving Dana’s hand awkwardly on top of the assassin’s remaining human hand.

Letting her hand fall away, she looked to Colin to see his reaction. “Fear not, my dear, you are in the best of hands. No one shall harm you.”

Dana wanted to ask, “No one?” She dared not provoke her husband’s wrath. Instead, she dipped her head and lightly curtsied. “Thank you, my Kongur.”

Colin gave her one of his charming smiled, the smiles that used to fill her stomach with fluttering wings. Now, they made her feel sick at the very pit of her being, stirring hate and fear within. “Of course, my love. Now, if you will, you may retreat for the evening with your new dog. I believe my wife has had a long day.”

Dana excused herself polity, and as she moved to the door, so did the strange man, without so much as a summons. The man remained at her side in deafening silence as they walked from the central tower and back to hers.

As soon as they were safely alone in the sanctuary of her room, Dana paused. She studied the man as he stood still as stone making no move to even examine the room around him. Everything about him was unnatural and inhuman, but Dana couldn’t believe that was all there was to the stranger.

She stood facing the tall masked man. His hair hanging in his face like a brown vial. His hooded steel blue eyes held her captive as she tried to search them. No person could be so without emotion like this. She knew as everyone did that the man was trained as an assassin, but there should still be something to feel. He did not back away as she inched ever closer, trying to find something she was certain she glimpsed before. Something was hidden away inside the man, and she felt a pull to it.

As her hands rose, she stopped. “Could I… may I take off the mask?” She asked in a whisper.

The man stared at her for a long time, no sound or movement made. Slowly, she moved her hands to his face as she stood on her tiptoes, waiting for him to stop her. Very carefully, she pushed back the strands of his dark brown hair and delicately let her fingers search for the release for the leather mask. Watching his eyes, he held perfectly still for her. When her fingertips found purchase on a small clasp, she carefully worked at it until she felt a release.

The leather wolf muzzle mask slacked and she carefully took hold of the black mask and pulled it away from the man’s face. Not looking away, she delicately set it onto the table at her side. Under the mask was the clean shaved face of a man who looked to be in his mid to late thirties. His face was a square shape, with a slight dimple on his chin. His jaw seemed to relax slightly at the freedom, his lips a soft pink. His nose was straight and more narrow towards the tip, his cheekbones high and narrow, giving him hollow cheeks.

Dana gasped softly. She was surprised by how handsome the man was. She had expected to discover some rough, scar covered soldier under the mask, but the man before her was quite comely to look at. She waited to see if he would react, but he still made no movement. She could not shake the feeling that something called to her from behind the cold stare. Like a song that she could only hear if she could silence her own heartbeat.

Carefully she reached up one hand, and again, he did not move to stop her. It was as if part of him wanted her to touch him. She reached up to his face again, this time letting her long fingers slip into his brown mane and touch his temple. There she felt it, a part of him lost in his own mind.

No.

Not lost.

Imprisoned.

He had likely been a prisoner of his own mind for many years, isolated and helpless with only a small window of the eyes to watch the outside world move on without him. She could feel hopelessness and longing from the imprisoned mind.

Dana had never come across a mind that caged its own consciousness like a bird in a cage. It was a terrifying possibility. She couldn’t imagine how something so horrible could happen to someone. What could have happened to be imprisoned in his own mind?

She reached out, unlocking the cage in his mind and taking hold of the man within and gently led him forward. As she pulled him forward she could hear the laughter of children calling out to the boy lost in his own mind. She could feel the joy and the connection he felt to the voices that called to him. Much like a lullaby sung from afar. Dana pulled the man out of his cage and freed his mind.

The man let out a sudden gasp and stumbled backward, falling to the floor with a heavy clatter as his weapons hit the wall. The man let out heavy breaths, panting hard. Startled by the reaction, Dana had to keep herself composed as to not frighten the man further. As Dana knelt down, she saw heavy tears run down the man’s terrified face.

Slowly setting herself to her knees, Dana held out a hand to the man. “Shhh… you’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you.” She kept her voice low and calm.

The man looked at her, blinking away the tears. “You… How? What did you do to me?” The man spoke in an Awican accent, which again, startled Dana. While he was Awican born she still didn’t expect it.

Dana sat up onto her black heals, a strange position in the knee length black dress and heels. “I pulled you forward into your mind. I knew you weren’t just some mindless soldier.” Proud of herself, she smiled. Realizing the inappropriateness of the smile and her pride, she let it slip away as she watched his face.

He shook slightly. “I remember everything… I remember you.” He let out a shaking sigh.

Dana nodded, trying to hide her excitement. “That’s good, that means part of you was still able to observe what you were made to do.”

The man looked her in the eyes. “What they did to me… What I did… I…” He trailed off.

Nodding, Dana looked at the man with sympathetic eyes. She concluded that the man had been warped and likely brainwashed into this roll. “You’re safe. I know what they did to you, and I won’t let them hurt you anymore.” She maneuvered herself to sit more comfortably on the cold marble floor, tucking her legs to the side. “What’s your name?”

The man looked around the room for a moment. “It’s, uh, Redford… Broderick Redford.” He looked down at himself and examined the heavy metal and dragon scale arm more closely. The iridescent colors shifted in the low light.

Dana watched him closely, realizing how overwhelmed he must be. “I’m sorry this is a shock, and it will be hard to fully grasp for a while, but if you let me, I’ll help you.”

He looked up at her. He mulled the notion over for a moment. He knew there was no one he could put his trust in anymore. He could not even be sure if he could trust this woman; however, he knew he was out of options. He nodded once, showing that, for the time, he would accept her offer. “Ok… What do you need me to do?”

Dana gave him a kind smile. She could sense the unease, and honestly could not blame him. She would simply have to prove herself trustworthy. “Right now, I want you to try and relax. We can figure this out one day at a time. Ok? Is it ok if I call you Brody?” She asked, reaching for a small peace offering.

He swallowed hard and nodded. No one had called him Brody sense before the war, it was strange and yet comforting to hear form this stranger. “Yeah.”

She gave him a genuine smile, feeling a small wisp of hope. “Can I get you into some regular cloths for the night?” She motioned to the leather and armor suit, guns and knives harnessed all over his belt and back.

Broderick blinked at her, giving her a confused look. “We’re staying here?” He glanced about her quarters, her room alone was the size of a large apartment, it even came with its own bath and shower room, a small library and reading nook, and balcony. A large couch was at one end of the room while the large bed stood at the other end.

“It’s safe,” Dana explained. “I keep the door locked. No one will come in without my say, and I have a way to sneak out if I needed to.” She whispered, flashing a knowing smile and winked, sharing her secret in confidence without fear.

Broderick watched her stand, taken aback by her strange and seemingly trusting manor. “Why would you help me?”

Dana’s face fell as she stopped and looked over her shoulder at the man on the floor. The tone of her voice changed, stressing the seriousness. “Because I can’t sit by and watch the Order destroy more lives.”

Broderick raised a dark brow at her remark. “Then why not leave?”

Dana folded her arms over her chest and hunched over slightly, as though suddenly cold. “It’s… Complicated.” She let out a heavy sigh and walked to the wall only feet from the bathroom entrance. On the wall was a woodcarving of a forest scenery with birds and flowers on the branches, animals sneaking through the trees, in all different shades and colors of stained wood polished beautifully.

Dana pressed one finger into the center of one of the purple stained flowers and a door opened from the wall. She turned her head and smiled at Broderick. “I’ll bring some cloths for you, just relax and don’t leave.” She slipped onto the space and disappeared.

Broderick remained seated on the floor and stared at the door, transfixed. He waited for less than ten minutes before Dana came back with a dark skinned fragile looking man walking behind her. Both were walking in with handfuls of clothing side by side. They walked to the couch and set everything down. Dana walked the elderly man back to the door, her arm holding his intimately and whispered something to him that Broderick could not make out before slipping through the door and out of sight again. Dana closed the secret door and walked over to Broderick.

She knelt down in front of him and gave him an assuring smile. “Don’t worry, he’s a friend.” Dana held out a delicate hand to Broderick.

Broderick looked at her hand for a moment. Her long fingers looked elegant with the long rounded, unpainted nails. three out of five fingers were adorned with narrow banded silver and rose gold rings with precious stones of blue sapphire and amethyst on her fingers. He reached out and placed his large, rough right hand in hers, but did not use her to help himself up.

Dana noticed but gave no reaction. “You can change out of all this,” She waved to his armor. “Feel free to use the bathroom to try some clothes on. I’ll wait.”

Broderick walked to the couch and glanced at the cloths. Very casual style, such as plain shirts and dark pants. Everything seemed like it might fit fairly well. He picked up a gray shirt and some black slacks and began to walk to the bathroom. He turned to see Dana sitting on her bed, watching him closely.

Broderick clenched his jaw, mulling over his mistrust. He did not like how she seemed to observe him like many of the scientists and such who would observe his every move. “What do you intend to do with me?” He asked dryly.

Dana looked genuinely taken aback by the question. She smiled and scoffed. “I don’t intend to do anything with you. I wanted to free you. However, I think you should stay with me until we can right the wrongs we’ve done here.”

Broderick looked at her curiously. What wrongs could a small and delicate lady like her commit? “What do you mean?” He asked slowly.

Dana looked at her hands. “If we want to stop all this, we have to do it from the inside. I need you to play the role of my bodyguard. You’ll be safe here with me, and we can figure out how to save others. Because if we were out there,” She pointed out the window to the city lights outside. “We would be powerless and on the run. We have a chance to fix things here.” Dana paused and looked at Broderick. “Think on it, and if you want to go, I won’t stop you.”

Broderick furrowed his brow and looked at her for a moment before walking into the bathroom to change. It took him a while to take everything off and put on very different cloths. The shirt was tight over his arms and chest, and the slacks were slightly loose, but that was better than being to tight over his muscular thighs. When he looked in the mirror, he smiled, pleased with the result. He looked almost like he used to when he was young, before the war, before the nightmare his life had become.

He gathered his armor and weapons, keeping everything together to make it faster to put on if needed. He had been thinking about what Dana had been saying, and really, she was not wrong. He also wanted to right the wrongs he committed over the years as the assassin they made him to be.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Dana in a white full-length nightgown, he hesitated as he saw that the fabric was somewhat translucent. He could see the outline of her hourglass shaped body and the shape of her large breasts and the soft blush of her nipples.

He cleared his throat and looked away to the window. “I, uh, I want to join you. In your plan that is.” He felt his face grow warm.

Dana noticed his reaction and walked to her cedar wood armoire and picked out a thick robe of soft purple velvet, and wrapped herself tight. “I’m glad to hear it. I could use a friend here, I’m afraid my welcome is wearing thin.”

Broderick looked over at her curiously. “What do you mean?”

“They assigned you to me because someone tried to kill me, and while they claim it’s the rebels of the Left Hand that tried to kill me, I know that’s not true.” She walked to the now cleared couch and sat at the end. She patted the spot at her side.

Broderick set his armor beside the couch and sat down at the far edge of the couch, looking at her cautiously. “How do you know it wasn’t a rebel attack?”

Dana inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, her breath shaky. “Because, I work with them.”

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Innocence Lost By Vivicawolf

Dana awoke in a haze. As she began to stir, she could feel her body aching. Her head felt heavy and her eyes felt like they might burst. As she tried to open her eyes, the world around her was a blur. A light hit her eyes, feeling like a hot iron jabbed in her iris. She let out a soft whimper and shut her eyes as tight as she could. Her ears suddenly began to ring, a soft mumble creating a strange rhythm to the sharp ringing. She ground her teeth and tried to cover her ears, but the effort of moving her arms was both difficult in itself and painful.

She let out another soft whimper as tears began to roll down her cheeks. Through the ringing in her ears, she could just make out familiar voices around her.

“…Almost killed her!” Joe shouted surprising Dana greatly. Joe rarely rose his voice to anyone.

“Mr. Epps, please. I know you’re concerned,” Spoke Dr. Isidore Vlach before Joe cut him off.

“No! You don’t know! You don’t have a damn clue! My daughter almost died ’cause of you.” Joe’s voice shook with anger.

“But she didn’t die,” Spoke Colin calmly. “She’s strong. She’ll recover quickly.”

Dana heard Joe take a deep breath to calm himself. “You should postpone the weddin’,”

“That won’t be necessary.” Colin interrupted. “She will recover enough by tomorrow.”

“You can’t seriously expect,” Joe tried to get a word in.

“I can and I do. Now please excuse me, I must get everything ready.” Dana could hear Colin’s boots as he turned and left the room.

“He’s right Mr. Epps, she will recover very quickly, you have nothing to fear.” Dr. Isidore Vlach tried to reassure Joe in his thick accent. After a moment, she heard Vlach walk out of the room, leaving Joe alone with Dana.

Joe stood stunned for a long moment at the coldness of his adopted daughter’s near demise. Joe had felt the mansion shake when the explosion occurred. No one had been able to fully explain to him what happened. However, when everything around him shook like in an earthquake, he knew something terrible had happened. Joe had ran to the lower levels faster than he had in years. Unfortunately, he arrived only to find himself barred from entering the room where they took Dana.

He could hear the panic behind the door. The chaos was potent, making even the men guarding the doors anxious. When the door finally opened to him, he watched as Dana was being brought out of the dark room on a stretcher. The room itself was destroyed. Men were struggling to put out a fire; the lights from the ceiling were hanging by the cords, sparks falling like scorching snow.

As Dana was carried out of the room, Joe saw how pale she was, so void of color her skin was ashen and gray. He was certain she had died in that awful place. He wasn’t even allowed to follow at first, the guards held him in place while the doctor, Colin, and an older woman with a bad cut on her brow was walking with Dana’s body at a frantic pace. When they were out of sight, the guards finally let Joe go.

He followed as fast as he could, the adrenaline keeping him going when he would normally be exhausted by this much movement in one burst. He followed them all the way to her room where they had placed her in her bed. Joe was relieved to see color return to her face, her breath shallow, but steady as she lay still.

Joe had never lost his temper like he did at that moment, not even when Abigail died. He was so angry but also terrified at the thought of losing his child. The helplessness was the worst of it. He wanted to help her, to protect her. He also wanted to punch the smug smile off the bastard, Colin, who acted as if nothing had gone wrong. He wanted to take Dana home and keep her safe from these monsters.

However, there was nothing he could do.

Joe turned and saw Dana struggling to move in her bed. He ran to her side and grabbed her hand. “Sweet child, don’t move. You need to rest.”

Dana squeezed his hand as hard as she could but was still so weak. “Papa, what happened?” She croaked.

Joe kissed Dana’s hand and wiped the tears from his eyes on his arm. He told her everything he knew after the explosion, but he could not tell her where the explosion came from.

Dana forced her eyes open, still blurry and bloodshot. “It…came from me.” She spoke slowly, trying to swallow. “They did something… Something inside me… Made me stronger… Something dark,” Dana coughed and let out a groan.

Joe stroked her hair -which looked ashier gray now- and kissed her forehead. “Shh, sweet child. You need to rest. That monster expects you to attend the wedding tomorrow without incident. I think we made a mistake bringing you here.”

Dana squeezed Joe’s hand with a little more strength in her grip. “I know.” She let out a long sigh. “We can’t turn back now.”

Joe looked at their hands and nodded, feeling defeated. “I know. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was my choice.” Dana forced a smile.

Joe nodded again and stood. “We need to rest. We just have to get through another day. The hard part should be over.”

***

Dana had mostly recovered by the morning. While she was able to move like normal, she still felt like her head was spinning off-kilter. From time to time she would have to sit down and rest, waiting for the waves of dizziness to pass.

As strangers entered her room to dress her, doing her makeup and hair, she grew weary of the attention bestowed upon her. Her now ash blonde hair was placed in a loose bun at the back of her neck with ringlet curls around her face to frame her oval face shape. Her face was dabbed with a pale powder followed by rouge at her cheeks. A bright red lipstick drew the eye to her soft lips, and a black flare was drawn on the top lid of her eye to make her lashes seem thicker.

She was given pearl earrings and a matching necklace, her veil dotted with smaller pearls to match. A perfect set. The dress was sheer white, with a V-neck line just reaching her cleavage. The tight sleeves reached her hand, where she slipped her middle finger into a small knot at the end, the trim of the sleeve over her hand dotted with tiny pearls.

Dana examined herself in the full-length mirror brought in for her. The shining white of the dress made her look like she was glowing. Her large breasts and wider hips were flattered with the narrow waist pulled taut by a corset. The corset also helped to keep her bosom in place. A stunning accentuation to her already hourglass figure. As she ran her delicate hands over the smooth fabric of the dress, she could not help but smile.

From the reflection of the mirror, Dana smiled at Joe who smiled back, eyes watery and red-rimmed. Dana twirled around like a dancer and grinned. “How do I look, Papa?”

Joe’s gentle voice cracked. “Beautiful, sweet child.”

Dana could feel the warmth, love, and fear coming off Joe like steam. With tears in her eyes, she gracefully moved to Joe’s side and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. Joe wrapped his arms around Dana and squeezed tight.

“I know you’re scared. So am I.” Dana whispered.

“I just wish I could save you from this. You deserve love and kindness.” Joe let the tears roll down his face.

“Maybe there will be, someday. No one can be truly all bad, right?” Dana smiled, trying to reassure Joe, and in a way, herself.

They were only able to offer each other comfort for a short time before a strange woman poked her head into Dana’s room to tell them it was time to head to the grand hall. The walk to the hall seemed to take hours as they walked in silence before coming to a set of rosewood double doors that stood open to a massive hall.

The enormous room had two floors. The first floor was for the guests who consisted of Dana and Joe’s small family filling the first few pews at the head of the huge gathering of people. Largely, the mass of people attending consisted of politicians and the richest men and women of the world. This was a grand and historic event, and no one was willing to miss the spectacle. The first floor was filled with pews and not a seat was empty.

Statues and taxidermy beasts watched on from the walls of the first floor. Sculptures of high-ranking men from the days of the Great War of the Mystics, generals, scientists, war heroes, and even one of Colin in his stone-carved dragon scale armor and massive spiked mace at his side.

Between each statue stood a beautifully preserved creature, looking so lifelike, even in their infinite stillness. A black-feathered griffin lashed out at the air in a frozen rage, its long talons shining like obsidian daggers. A naga warrior posed upright with a long spear in her very human-looking hand, the spear’s head made of simple stone. Her oxidized copper armor covered her upper body and arms. Her scales were a shimmering orange and black in the faint light. Her serpent face was still and serene, forever vigil.

Smaller beasts like wyverns and owlcats were perched on carved wooden stands, snarling at the crowd. A white warg stood beside a black wolf, showing the true size difference in the animals. If not for the size, one would easily mistake one for the other, until you saw the paws on the warg. Its toes looked like long human fingers with long black claws. Even its tail was shorter than the wolf at its side. Dana felt a strange chill at the back of her neck as she noticed how humanlike the purple glass eyes of the warg looked compared to the golden eyes of the wolf.

At the furthest end of the hall was the display of a massive dragon skull placed high on the wall like an idol of worship. The light and hollow bone was polished to a brilliant ivory white; its horns the only color remaining of a rough textured dirty clay red that curled like ram horns. The stained glass windows at either side were shaped like the dragon’s mighty wings, the webbing in colors of red, rose gold, and creamy white. Dana could not help but wonder at the brilliance of the poor creature in its living body. She could almost feel its hot breath in the air and smell the smoke swirling from its nostrils.

Dana glanced up at the balcony of the second floor. The area was reserved for the media, mostly local radio and newspapers were allowed to cover the wedding. Dana carefully searched the crowd above until she spotted Amelia standing in a tight black pinstripe dress, her dark hair curled beautifully, falling over her shoulders like a silky scarf. While she watched the crowd, her expression grim, she held a pen and pad in her hands, writing franticly as she scanned the crowd below.

At Amelia’s side was a man in a plain gray suit, he wore a simple cap of matching gray wool, his eyes hidden by a heavy metal handheld camera with three glittering lenses. Very few people on the upper level had a film camera, so in a way, it made him stand out more. When Dana noticed the red hair of the man’s short-cut beard, she realized Amelia had managed to sneak Ed Dillard in with her without alerting the Arcane Order’s guards.

Dana smiled nervously, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of her friends risking their potential freedom or even their lives just to be at the wedding. She knew they only meant to be there for her, but she was still very afraid for their safety.

A sudden strumming melody pulled Dana’s attention back to the task at hand. She looked over at Joe again who forced a smile as he held out his arm to Dana. “It’s time.” He said softly.

Dana nodded. As the melody rolled on, the two entered the hall and walked slowly with the rhythm. While most might find the slow melody calming and beautiful, it instead gave off a foreboding sound to Dana as she moved forward.

At the end of the hall stood Colin, dressed in his war armor. The armor was made of brilliant red dragon scale and steel. The steel shined white with trimmed gold to give his impressive armor airs of higher standing. The dragon scale glistened in the light, each piece chosen specially to fit his form.

Dragon scale was one of the hardest and lightest materials used. That was what made it so prized and lead to the inevitable extinction of the grand beasts. The scales were also hard to mold, so in most cases, a forger would seek scales that could be used to fit over steel armor without having to struggle to cut it to the right shape. To shape dragon scale, you needed a Völva’s magic. The witch would have to carve ruins into the scale and use their ancient knowledge to shape it, and if the legend was to be trusted, make it even stronger.

As Dana drew closer, she made note that she could see no such ruins carved into the red scale. She would have to examine it closer when she was able.

Standing beside Colin was a large man with heavy jowls, his head held high as he looked down on Dana and Joe as they approached. The man was donned in a gown of black with red trim. The strange symbol embroidered in red at his chest looked like a gothic line-drawn tower reaching up to a broken star. The Mystic Tower of Lakoya.

Dana had never followed any religion. In fact, most people she knew did not follow The Mystic Tower of Lakoya, either. The Lakoyans were the head church aligned with the Arcane Order. Their god taking the form of a broken star, representing a god of two natures. Man and woman, good and evil, life and death. Their two faced god was said to be the creator of magic and used magic to mark the pure being of the world, like the Transcendents. However, the Völva were said to be thieves of the god’s magic, making them impure and corrupt. They were the witches of the Wayfarer people.

Thanks to the followers of Lakoya, the Wayfarer people were pushed from their ancient homelands and forced to wander the world. In addition, because the Arcane Order followed the Lakoyan teachings, the Wayfarer people were targeted greatly during the war. Scapegoated for the problems of the world and the end of magic. Dana knew she would not see Sonia Havel in the hall with a Lakoyan priest in the same vicinity.

Reaching the stage, Dana and Joe knelt to one knee before Colin and the Priest. In a gruff tone and an Awican accent, the priest rose his voice for all to hear, silencing any lingering murmurs. “Joe Epps of Wellingstone, father of the presented bride, Dana Massie, you may rise.”

Slowly, Joe got to his feet again. Joe stood as tall as he could muster, holding his hands in front of him, holding his head high. His face looked far too grim for a wedding.

The Priest addressed Joe again, his gruff voice booming in the massive hall. “Joe Epps, do you offer your daughter’s hand willingly to this man?” The Priest waved to Colin, who smiled, looking like a truly happy groom.

Inhaling deeply, Joe nodded. “I do.” Dana could feel the anxiety and instant regret from her loving father.

The Priest waved for Joe to take his seat. He slowly made his way to the first pew where Joseph and the rest of the family sat glumly. After Joe took his seat, the Priest turned his attention to Dana. “Rise, child, and face the one you intend to marry.”

Dana stood and faced Colin who smiled like a schoolboy seeing his first love. She could feel the genuine excitement and joy coming from Colin, and she smiled in return. Perhaps real love between them was not so farfetched. Dana felt a warmth spread in her heart.

The Priest looked to the crowd before speaking again. “We bring these two together as Lakoya once was. A pure unity of man and woman in holy matrimony. Lakoya bless their unity in the eyes of man.”

As the Priest rambled on, Dana would sneak glances at the people in the room. Dana had suddenly noticed a man at the far end of the first pew on Colin’s side wearing a dark military uniform with red trim. He wore several metals and stripes on his chest. A war hero, Dana assumed. The man noticed Dana looking at him and smiled. He winked at her with his hazel eyes, tipping his head and revealing the thinning dark hair on his head. Dana gave the man the slightest of nods to be polite before turning her eyes back to Colin.

“Colin Devlin, Kongur, Hero of the Arcane Order, step forward to your intended bride and take her hands in yours.” The Priest instructed.

Colin stepped forward and stood inches from Dana. He tenderly took Dana’s hands to his, holding them close to his heart, and smiled down at her. Dana could feel her heart race and her breathing shake, as she could smell the man’s cologne, a masculine smell that made her stomach flutter.

“Do you take this woman as part of yourself, to fulfill and make yourself whole as Lakoya sees fit?”

Colin grinned even wider. “I do.”

“Do you also promise to cherish and love her? Keep her safe from all others, in sickness, and in health, till death do you part this realm?”

Nodding, Colin responded with a quick, “I do.”

Satisfied, the Priest turned to Dana. “Dana Massie, do you take this man as part of yourself, to fulfill and make yourself whole as Lakoya sees fit?”

Dana took in a sharp inhale before speaking softly, smiling. “I do.”

“Do you also promise to cherish and love him? Keep him safe from all others, in sickness, and in health, till death do you part this realm?”

“I do.”

The priest held up his arms in triumph. “By the power of God, and by the rule of man, I here buy decree you Husband and Wife. All hail Kongur Colin and Drottning Dana Devlin!”

As the crowd cheered, Colin slipped a ring onto Dana’s left ring finger. Dana looked down seeing a ring of rose gold, the metal shaped like a vine with three rose gold leaves on each side and small diamonds under each. At the center was a large amethyst stone held in place with rose gold flower petals. Dana gasped at the beauty of it. When she looked up, she was met with the softest kiss and gentle hands tenderly holding her face.

***

Dana had left the wedding in a daze with her arm in Colin’s as he led her from the alter. She had not even paid mind to the people she had spoken with as they slowly parted the hall. Even the faces of her family blurred by her as she drifted through the hall.

As the wedding guests and reporters left to continue the festivities, Colin led his blushing bride to the tower he resided. Dana’s mind was still spinning when she entered the room and walked wordlessly to the balcony. She stood quietly as the wind blew cool on her hot face, pulling her back into the moment.

After taking several calming breaths, she turned back to the room to see Colin carefully taking off his armor and placing it into a large wood chest at the end of the massive king-sized bed. As he did this, Dana slowly looked the room over.

Colin had his own shelf lined with books and trinkets. At the wall beside the bookcase was a beautiful depiction of a golden dragon bowing its head to a maiden in a flowing white gown, the woman reaching out a hand to touch the beast.

At the other end of the wall was a large stone fireplace, a low fire burning within. Above was a taxidermy head of a chimera. The creature had the head of a great lion, black horns curling upward to deadly sharp points. Its roaring mouth opened to reveal massive fangs that would have once held a paralyzing poison. Dana could make out dull copper scales at the nape of its neck just under the golden mane.

“I killed it when I was traveling in Askea, that’s where your father’s people are from.” Colin did not even look up from his task.

“I… didn’t know that.” Dana admitted.

Dana continued to walk around the room, examining the relics, art, and oddities collected over his years in the war. Even some of the furniture was foreign to her. “It’s all so beautiful.” She said with a mystified smile.

Colin set the last piece of armor into the chest and shut the lid. “None as beautiful as you.” He looked at her closely as she turned to him, blushing beautifully. Colin lifted his hand out to her. “Come.” He said in a husky voice.

Shyly, Dana turned and walked to him, placing her hand in his hesitantly. He gently held her hand and eased her closer to him until they were barely brushing against each other. Dana blushed; even her pale freckled shoulders had turned pink. As Colin examined her face, he leaned in and kissed her cheeks near the corners of her eyes. Once. Twice. Thrice.

Dana giggled. “What are you doing?”

Colin smiled and ran his fingers over her cheeks. “You have the lightest freckles, I just noticed them. I want to see where else you have them.” He let his fingers trace her exposed skin, finding new freckles and leaning in to kiss them.

Dana shook, gaping with every touch. Colin smiled at her reaction like a sly fox. “You’ve never had a man touch you like this?”

Dana turned her head away, embarrassed. “No.”

Colin let out a rough chuckle. “So I get to be the first man to taste you.”

His hands moved to the edges of the dress at her shoulders and began to slide it free. The dress slid off with ease off her shoulders. Colin’s lips found her shoulders as his hands reached to her back to untie the corset. His hands were skilled and sure, easily loosening it enough to let it slip over her hips. With her breasts free under the gown, he slid the gown over her torso.

In a panic, Dana rose her hands to cover her chest, nearly shrinking away in embarrassment. Colin took her hands in his and eased them away, exposing her large breasts and pink nipples to him. With a wicked grin, he leaned down and placed his soft mouth over her nipple, teasing her with his tongue.

Dana gasped, her body shaking with pleasure as she leaned herself into him. She felt the heat of her face and a greater heat between her legs. Colin moved his hands to slip off the rest of the dress over her hips, leaving her near-naked, save her soft cream underwear and the dress pooled at her feet.

Colin straightened and looked Dana over, smiling, satisfied. “You are a stunning woman.”

Dana forced herself to not cover her nakedness while Colin stood in a loose white shirt and white boxer shorts. Noticing her looking him over as well, Colin grinned and stripped himself of his shirt. His body was lean and defined beautifully with his rich tan skin. He had very little hair on his chest, save a soft patch at the center of his chest and a small ring of gold hair around his dark nipples. Dana watched as his chest rose and fell heavily.

Dana bit her lips and shifted her weight nervously. Colin laughed softly. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll show you what to do.” He slipped his thumbs under the bands of his boxers and slid them down, exposing himself fully to her.

Dana swallowed hard as she let her eyes travel his body slowly. His stomach was flat and lean, a soft trail of dark gold hair leading to his groin. Dana felt some terror at the sight of his penis, erect and larger than she would have imagined. She had the sudden fear that whatever he was going to do with it might hurt her.

Colin noticed her fear and took her hand. “Come lay on the bed. Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

Dana followed his lead and crawled into the bed, covers pulled down to the end of the bed, she lay on her back stiffly. Colin laughed. “You can relax, I’ll lead you.” He moved onto the bed at her side and put a hand on her thigh, gripping it gently.

He moved her leg to one side and moved it so he could crawl between her legs on the soft mattress. As he maneuvered between her legs, he took her ankles and lifted them to his shoulders, kissing her legs tenderly. He leaned forward and took hold of her underwear and, with a tug, pulled them from her hips and up her legs. He tossed them to the floor as he let her legs fall from his shoulder, spread out before him.

Leaning over her naked body, he ran a hand up her thigh as he kissed her stomach, making her stomach shiver with the sensation. Creeping up to her soft mound, he eased two fingers into her, finding she was already wet and eager. Dana gasped at the sensation and let out a soft moan as he slowly moved his fingers inside of her.

Colin let out a soft growl. “See? Your body already knows what to do.” He slipped out his fingers and moved his hips to hers, taking his hand and guiding himself inside of her.

Dana gasped and squirmed under Colin. As he began to slowly thrust himself inside her, she felt a pinch of pain creep through her abdomen. The pain quickly faded as she felt herself moving her hips with his, riding the wave of pain into pleasure. Colin pressed his hand onto her abdomen, holding her as still as he could as he moved faster.

Dana moaned and arched her back, the sensation like nothing she ever imagined. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held him tightly as he moved faster, panting with the effort.

A trembling wave of throbbing pleasure filled Dana, moving like a wave from her groin, up her stomach, into her chest, and finally clouding her mind in bliss as she cried out uncontrollably. Colin thrust himself faster inside of her, reaching his own climax with a deep grunt as he held himself inside of her, filling her with his seed.

After a moment of both just smiling at each other and panting, Colin leaned in and passionately kissed Dana. He pulled back after the long and lingering kiss and looked into Dana’s dark blue eyes. “I love you.” He whispered.

Dana blinked, shocked at his words. Did he really find himself in love with her so quickly? Was this warmth and bliss she felt love? She was not sure. She had never loved like this before. She did not even know if the same sensations she felt from him was what love felt like, but she let the words slip free without fear. “I love you, too.”

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