Tiana woke up early on the morning of her 16th birthday. She felt tingly and neural, knowing she was going to meet Jaresen today. More than cope with him ; he was going to take her virginity !

This mates had been planned since she was 10, but she 'd known this day was going to happen her whole life, practically. She just had n't known who until her mother and Jerasen 's had made the match at the Mute. She had n't gone ; it was an affair for adults, and not a word was spoken in the three years the get together had gone on for. Mother had returned with a ego satisfied smile on her face and a pamphlet tucked under her arm.

Jerasen was from one of the oldest family unit known to bear produced children who could be Filled with legerdemain and fight in the Dreamland. Tiana was, as well, and since nobody could be Filled alone, matches were arranged to produce the strongest warriors possible. Dreamland was at war, and world was losing to the Moverts. Badly.

A man and a fair sex who Filled each former were the strongest, each doubling the power instead of just realizing one 's inherent power by being Filled by one already in the magic.

Tiana knew all this ; she knew her duty. But she did n't want to give herself to a unknown, just to make a child and to fight to her probable death some night in her sleep. She wanted Sir Thomas More than that ; she wanted dear. She wanted her champion Scott, but she was pretty sure he did n't love her. Not like that, anyway. She was n't his type.

He was always going for the blond with the big titty, and he deserved them, looking like some Greek statue come to life. But his family Tree was unknown beyond 3 generations, and her Mother was n't going to let her take any fortune with her magic. Scott ( most likely ) could n't fill up her, so he was n't even in the run. Only establish stock for her.

"Tiana, breakfast."her mother called up the stairs."Make sure you come down dressed ; we have company."

A clod of insensate iron filled her belly, and she tasted Cu care in her sass. He was here ! ! She sat vertical in her bed, eyes wide as she looked around for an escape.

She quickly jumped out out of bed and pulled on a T shirt and yesterday 's shortstop over her step-in. She pushed her window undecided and looked at the roof of the porch about 5 understructure down."I can do this !"she thought to herself, gritting her teeth against her fear of heights.

"Tiana ? Breakfast !"called her mother again, louder.

"I can do this comfortable than I can do that ! !"She went through the window and dropped down, landing lightly on the balls of her feet. She went along the edge until she came to a tree branch overhanging and used that to climb to the ground.

Robert Falcon Scott 's business firm was right next threshold, so she hopped over the waist high fence and quickly hid around the nook. His room was on the other side of his firm from her 's, so she rounded another quoin and tapped on his land story window.

There was no solution, so she waited another minute, then tried pushing it up. It opened easily, and she moved the curtain aside to see him sleeping soundly, naked on top of the cover charge with one arm thrown over his eyes.

His cock was lying flaccid over one thigh, and she had trouble looking at anything else once she noticed it. He was beautiful ; well defined muscles looking as if they had been sculpted. A gentle picnic wafted through the way from his undefendable window, and she saw his cock twitching in response. He moaned and stirred a little ; shifting his legs so his cock flopped forward and pointed it 's nous down.

"Tiana, are you out here ?"her mother 's voice came faintly across the one thousand. Tiana wasted no time going through the window and closing it softly.

Scott moaned in his sleep again, and Tiana froze, not wanting to wake up him. She slowly turned to front at him again a moment later, right at the foot of his bed.

She saw his hand move to his groin, cupping his balls, then he took the shaft and pumped his fist over it, slowly, once, then twice. He let go and she could see it was almost fully hard and more than than twice as big as it had been earlier.

"Come closer."he mumbled under his breath. Tiana could just barely make it out, and she was wondering if that was what she really had heard. Then he said it again, to a greater extent clearly this prison term. Still, she hesitated, not wanting to wake him.

"Get over here, I said !"he ordered. Tiana nervously moved around to the nearer incline of his bed, kneeling by his head. His arm was still over his eye, so she knew he could n't see her. She wondered what he was dreaming."Why did you hesitate, Melanie ? Do you desire me to spank you ?"

Tiana 's mind raced at what she heard. He was dreaming of Melanie Scolfeld ?

"solution me, slave ! Do you need me to spank you ?"he demanded.

"No !"Tiana spoke aloud, blurting it out.

"answer me properly, slave. 'No, master', that 's the correct response. Fail me again and you will be punished !"he said.

"No, overlord, I do n't desire to be spanked."Tiana said. Her mind was racing with what she had learned about Scott this morning, and to her great surprise, it was n't turning her off. Just the diametrical, in fact. She was wondering if he would consider her as a sex slave, just as he was obviously fantasizing about Melanie.

Melanie was admittedly the prettiest girl in schooling, headwaiter of the Cheer squad and probably would be Homecoming Queen as well. Scott was obviously dreaming. Was n't he ? Him ... and Melanie ... no way. She was his type, though, big titty blonde. And speechless. Just how he liked them ...

"Melanie ... I know you 've never done this before ..."he said."I want you to nurse me off. Take my totally cock in your mouthpiece and swallow everything I have to pay. Obey me, slave ..."

"I 'm not Melanie, sea captain. I 'm Tiana. Do you still desire me ?"she asked, holding her breath.

"Tiana ?"he mumbled."Do you want to be my slave, too, Tiana ?"he asked, mumbling. He sounded confused.

"Yes, sea captain, I want to be your slave."Tiana said."Tell me what to do, Master."

"sucking me off, Tiana. charter my whole putz in your mouth and accept everything. Suck me off, Tiana. Slave."he mumbled."I did n't have it away you wanted to be my slave, but okay ..."

Tiana raised herself up onto her knees beside his bed, then climbed onto it with him, straddling his ramification on her hands and knees.

"waiting, what ?"he said, moving his arm away from his side finally. He was shocked to see a real life Tiana hovering over him, on his bed, in his elbow room."Tiana, what- how did you get here ?"

"Just lay back and relax, Master."she smiled, then bent her head and took his hardness in her mouth.

"No, Tiana, waiting !"he protested weakly, but he did n't block her with his hands, either, so she kept going. A consequence later, he put his hands on her head and lightly encouraged her to take him deeper."Ohh, yeah, baby, that 's just it !"

She took him deeper and inscrutable, letting his cock-head slip into her throat until her olfactory organ was tickled by some of his curly pubic bone. She sucked hard on it as she went back up, smiling at him with her eyes to let him screw it was okay.

"Tiana, I ... Oh God, I 'm ... Tiana, STOP ! ! !'he groaned, but pulled her head all the way onto him and unleashed torrents of hot sticky cum straight into her throat. She had no alternative but to swallow thickly, various sentence, until he was done and let her go.

She sat up, a thoughtful expression on her face as she considered the taste of him in her mouth. Everything she had been told about it led her to trust that it was one of the most filthy tasting things in the universe, but she did n't mind it so much."A little musky, but with sweet-smelling undercurrent,"she thought to herself."Not so bad as all that."

"Tiana, what are you doing here ?"he asked her, catching his breath."How did you get in ?"

"I came in through your window."she admitted."I had to escape, and this is the only rubber place I have."

"Escape ?"he asked, confused."What were you escaping from ? And why did you do that ?"he indicated his nakedness with one hand.

"You told me to."she said, blushing."A sex striver must obey her Master."

"What the inferno ? That was just a dream ! You 're not my sex striver, Tiana ! You 're my right friend !"he protested.

"You do n't want me ?"she asked meekly."Oh, no, I 've ruined EVERYTHING ! !"she sobbed, burying her face in her hands.

"I did n't say that."he said, panicked at her outburst of emotion."Tiana, what 's going on ? Tell me everything."

"Oh, Winfield Scott, I do n't even know where to start."she said.

"starting at the beginning."he suggested."What made you come over here this morning ? What are you escaping from ?"

"I 'm trying to escape my destiny."she said."I came over here this morning because it 's my 16th birthday, and my mother has arranged for me to be Filled today with a boy I do n't know and give only seen one film of."

"Filled ?"George C. Scott asked."Filled with what ?"

"Magic."she said."If I mate with a man who can Fill me, we will both gain our magic power and fight in the dreamland for all of Humanity."

"Whoa, magic ? Your parents set you up, like an arranged man and wife ? Are n't you a niggling untested for that ?"he chuckled."Or maybe too old to pass for their psychotic belief ? Something like that ?"

"Exactly like that."she answered."My parents signed a contract with his parents and everything."She looked at him steadily."I could n't go through with it. I do n't want my life to be that of a Warrior ; I want to live a normal life and have normal children."

"So do it, then."he said."That does n't explicate why you 're in my elbow room. By the way, you still have a little of my clobber on your chin."

"I do ?"She got a guilty look on her boldness and hurriedly wiped it off with her hand.

"Lick it off your fingers, Tiana."he said, commandingly. She looked at him, startled, but then she obediently put her fingers in her oral cavity and sucked them strip."You did it ..."he said wonderingly."You really did it ..."

"You told me to, Master."she said."Sex slaves have to obey their Masters."

"You really want to be my sex slave ?"he asked her, incredulously.

"Yes, please, I 'll do anything you want. Just demand me and save me from my lot ! I do n't want to be Filled !"she said, pleading."I 'd rather be your sex slave here than fighting for some stunned absolutely Tree in the Dreamland, and even if none of that is admittedly ; if I 'm going to lose my virginity today I 'd rather give it to you than Jerasen. I 've seen his picture, and his grinning does n't await ... kind."

"If you really imply that, undress for me, give me a striptease artist, then come over here and impale yourself on my cock. If you really want this, then I want YOU to fuck ME."he told her. To his majuscule surprise, she smiled broadly, then slipped off the incline of his bed.

She crossed her arms, then pulled her T shirt off in one smooth apparent motion, showing him her perfect breasts. She dropped it behind her, then pushed her short and panties down together and climbed back onto the bed.

"Not much of a striptease, slave."he said quietly."For that, you must be punished."

"What ?"she asked, freezing in place. She was on her workforce and knee joint above him, looking down into his face.

"Yes, punished."he said."You do n't get to screw me just yet. Not if you are really willing to be my slave. Get on your hands and knees."

"Yes Master."she said. She sounded a little foiled as she turned around on the bed."How recollective do I have to waitress ?"

"Not long."he said, getting up so he could see her."I just want to see you first.

"Look at that !"he admired, then bent down and put his whole sass over her sex. His tongue went justly to wreak, licking and probing, dress circle and S bend and stabs and probes. She moaned out loud and he grabbed her hips in both hands to keep her still.

Another few transactions of that had her nearly in fit, so when he pushed her hip slightly forward and began tonguing her whoreson, it was all she could do not to shout out out loud. She bit the bed covers instead.

"Now I 'm ready to fuck you."he said, pushing her over onto her English. He knelt on the bed and finished rolling her over onto her back. He took her knees and pushed them spread out and back, his stopcock laying on her belly.

"I 'm going to be inside you this far."he said, letting her feel his fingers mark the spot on her pot."Is that what you want ?"

"Oh, yes !"she murmured, smiling."Take me, Sir Walter Scott ! I 'm giving it to you willingly, instead of letting my parents sell it !"

"They sold ..."Robert Falcon Scott said, then his heart got a regulate look in them."I 'm making you mine !"he growled, and force his hips forward, pushing through her hymen and sinking all the way inside.

She opened her lip in a dumb scream at the sudden pain, and bit his shoulder as the tip of his cock nudged against her cervix. She tasted blood in her mouthpiece as drop fell to his flat solid from their union.

This was his virginity as well as hers, and the sensation of her velvet interior gripping him as tight as a fist was easily than anything he 'd ever experienced. He began moving inside her, making little circles with his hips without pulling out, mashing her button with his innominate bone.

She gasped and clutched her weapons system tightly around his shoulders, throwing her pelvic girdle upward and trying to get more than of him inside. She had touched herself to climax a few times, but nothing had prepared her for this. When he finally did get down stroking his length in and out of her, she had already cum twice. She could experience her interior rippling, muscles she did n't have it off she had, but she began clenching them in sentence with his rhythm, and soon she saw his boldness begin to redden.

"Not inside me !"she gasped."Please, not inside me ?"

"I 'm making you mine !"he growled again, then he slammed fully inside her and his boldness tightened. She could find him pulsing inside her, then the shiver began.

"What ... no !"she thought to herself."This ca n't be ..."The tingles grew firm, a rushing noise in her ears, and her sight began fading to blacken around the boundary until she was in a burrow with just a point of light in the center of her vision.

Scott pushed himself into Tiana fully for the last driving force, and fired his payload into her as deep as he could get it. As the familiar touch of busting a nut began, another sensation came with it, one totally new to him.

He felt like he was fainting, the earthly concern receding away form him rapidly. His vision was going pitch-black, and his ears were roaring.

The rushing noise faded slowly, and visual modality returned with it. Robert Scott came to, finding himself next to Tiana, both of them laying in the marvelous pasture under a lightning blasted tree a few metrical unit apart from each other.

"Where the the pits am I ?"he said aloud. He looked down at Tiana, still sleeping peacefully."Hey, hey, wake up !"he said, shaking her shoulder. He tried to dismiss the pin-up matter that did to her bosom, and to his embossment, she finally fluttered her optic open after what seemed an eternity of his trying, but the sky was still tinged pinko and purple with sunrise.

"What ... hey, no, I ca n't be here, this was n't supposed to happen ..."She looked over at Scott and started to cry."How can you be here ? You ca n't be here, unless ..."She shuddered and started to cry.

"Where the hell are we, Tiana ?"he demanded."What is this place ?"

"We 're in the Dreamland."she answered."Where are the others ?"

He stood up to take a look around, but Tiana pulled him back down."Do n't stand up !"she hissed."Are you trying to get killed ?"

"There 's nobody else here, Tiana."he said."Ca n't you experience it ? This space is empty."He stood up and walked to the tree, putting his workforce on it. Some strange neural impulse came over him, and he started singing, stroking the tree with his hands, up and down the bark.

As he continued with the strange song, to both their amazement, a smoky mist worked it 's way up out of the gage beside them and materialized into a diminished womanhood, only two base marvelous, but perfectly proportioned. She was unabashedly naked.

"Kingmage. It has been long since you called me forth."she said, in a high, lilting voice."And you, Mistress, it has been long since a woman was waken this early in the day. Where are the others ?"

"There are no others yet."Tiana said."spirit around. It is still early morning."

"Never has the Kingmage and his poof spoken to me before Noon."she said."Perhaps it is a morning for many new things, not just this one new thing."

"What is going on here ?"Dred Scott demanded."Tiana, what is this place ? Where the hell are we ?"

"This is the dreamland, where the Eternal war is happening, between the races of Men and Moverts and Kalastiel for possession of the Omniverse."said the minuscule charwoman."I am Sononia, Queen of the Kalastiel and first mate to my queen, Flindair."

"It 's an purity to fill you, faggot Sononia. I am Scott Blaker, and this is Tiana Bruce."he said.

"May I ask your titles ?"she requested politely.

"I am Lady Tiana Bruce, your Grace."Tiana said."Scott is a Billy Wilder and has no titles."

"A wilder ? The first awake is a wilder ? And so early."Sononia mused."Only the Kingmage can spill the beans me here, and in none of his personification has he done it so early in the day ..."She turned and faced Winfield Scott directly, then knelt before him.

"volition you sing with me ?"she asked, begging. She put her hands together and clasped her fingerbreadth together tightly."testament you sing a new Tree alive with me ? It has been so long ..."She fingered the bark of the drained Tree next to her."human and Kalastiel alike need a new beginning ..."

Scott looked at Tiana, confused.

"Do it, Scott."she urged."I promise you wo n't regret it if you can be strong."She watched him change by reversal back to the pocket-size Queen, and felt a sting."I might regret it."she thought to herself, looking at the dead Tree beside them.
"Our baby might regret it too, but this could be the best affair. If we can get the Council to protect the Tree."

She went to the former side of the tree and sat with her back against it, trying to come together out the sounds of their Song and spent a minute pretending she was n't in make out with Scott, that she had chosen Jerasen and that HE was the one here. No, this was her luck, and there was no escaping it now. She made up her creative thinker to sweep up it fully at that point.

"I can accept my destiny and still reject the Council."she thought to herself as she sat there and blocked out the sound in her head."They are the 1 I really had a problem with, that and my parents kowtowing to their every whim because they are late Wakers and weak. Scott and I are impregnable than any former couple in history, Waking so soon, and they will feature no alternative once they make their identities know to either of us."

* * *

Scott listened to the shortstop adult female sing a long mo, enraptured by the sound of her part. He joined in with a potent barytone and felt a stirring in his groin. His part rose in pitch until they were singing in concord, and he felt himself produce fully hard. She was standing right in nominal head of him, and his erection was right at her brass floor, almost poking her nose. She raised her hired man and took him gently in her fingertips, rubbing the tip of his cock over the skin of her expression, not missing a note as she kept singing.

With the slightest of tugs, she rubbed it on her breasts, then lower as he knelt, both of them still singing the strange song together. There were no give-and-take, not formal single, just speech sound of making love and harmony. He lay back and her vocal changed slightly, becoming husky and more passionate. She straddled him and took him inside.

He sang no words as she rode him up and down, just tonic grunting in sentence with hers, and reached crescendo together with a shout as he spurted cryptical inside her.

In the muteness that followed, she took his hands and pulled him to his feet. Tiana joined them and looked at Scott, smiling.

"Take us somewhere that can be protected."she said."We have only a few hours before she wo n't be able to walk. This Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree is dead. This is not a good place."She looked at him."We need to start anew, in a post we can defend."She pointed towards the mountain in the length."Somewhere that way."

"Where ?"Scott asked. He began climbing the suddenly Tree to get a better lay of the dry land. There were rolling hills in all charge, except Rebecca West, where tall peck rose out of the landscape.

"That 's where the Moverts come from, down out of those mountains and across these plains."Tiana told him, seeing where he was looking.

"Then we go that way."he said to Tiana, climbing down."I see no rationality to give them half of these plains at their rachis when they come. I say, preserve them in the Mountains."

He lifted the little cleaning lady up and carried her on one hip like a tike."We have to run, okay ? We can go much faster like this.

She scrambled around and clung to his rachis."seed on, Tiana, run ! It 's only a little way !"He took off running due west, towards the mountains, Tiana hot on his heels. They were both in heavy shape, and ate up the miles rather quickly. The ground also seemed to travel rapidly under them dissipated than they were running as well, and after only a few minute they were more than halfway there.

Scott noticed, but accepted it in this new place. It all seemed surreal anyway.

"Here."Walter Scott said, veering off to an rock outcrop of rock right field at the foot of one cliff of the mountain, and another cliff to the side of meat, running perpendicular to the mountain. There was a grassy spot, about half an acre, surrounded on three side of meat by monumental boulder that towered over 40 feet high each. The spread out side faced the mount behind them.

To get along off the raft and onto the plain stitch, the Moverts had two course around the cliff above the boulders. One led over the top of the pass through the incline, because long in the past, a landslide had kicked a careen out from the passel about ten feet, but the top had rolled back and closed the gap, creating a tunnel several hundred yard long. The early was a longer but more gradual slope following a flow that had cut the cliff protecting one side of the stone outcropping. The same quake had broken a trilateral objet d'art out of the mountain, which had broken into the three boulders protecting the minuscule meadow.

"This is perfect."Sononia sighed, slipping down from Scott 's dorsum."My people will add up to this place. You have chosen well, Kingmage."

Sononia grimaced and clutched her belly. Scott started to go to her, but Tiana stopped him with one hand on his upper berth arm.

"It 's o.k., Walter Scott, let her do this alone. It 's best we not interfere."

Sononia groaned loudly and fell to the land, writhing back and Forth on the locoweed. She spread her legs wide, and was obviously pushing, straining to get something out.

"She 's dying, Tiana ! Something 's awry !"he cried out, but just then, a shiny nut popped out of Sononia and landed on the undercoat behind her. Scott saw it sprout and dig a stem into the solid ground as Sononia 's body began to flex back into the mist it had come from.

"She died, Tiana, I just stood here and watched her die without trying to help."he said, crying."Why did you block off me ?"

"What could you have done ?"she asked in reply."What you can do now is protect her Tree. You can Sing her out again, I promise."

"Tree ?"Robert Scott asked, so Tiana gestured to the nut that was growing rapidly into a smooth, straight sapling."holy asshole !"He sat down on his ass abruptly and stared in wonder.

"This tree is my ... and Sononia 's ... she gave birth to a Tree ?"

"No, she has become the Tree."she said."This Tree is our new Home-ground."Tiana told him."This is where the others will woolgather themselves awake later. There are some things I need to excuse before that happens."

"No shit."he said dryly."I 'm the Kingmage, huh ? Let me guess. This sapling is the same kind of tree as the suddenly one we woke up future to. Except now I 've kinda started things over and everyone is gon na inflame up here instead of there. I 'm guessing it 's been a while since anyone has gotten to sing one of these Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, neh ?"

"It was Almadreda, the last Tree we fought for. She looks dead, but there was as much life in it as there was in all of us that awoke there. Now, this new Tree will have as lots life in it as we have love and light in us. Us, and all the others who come."

"William Tell me of these others."Sir Walter Scott commanded."What kind of masses are they ?"

"I do n't recognize ; I 've never met them."she answered."They are all rich, back in our world, I can recite you that. Every one of them was bred to be here. Like me."

"That figures."he muttered."What was it you called me ? A 'wilder'?"

"Yes."she admitted."It does n't sound very flattering, the way you say it, though."

"It did n't sound very flattering when you said it, either."he told her flatly.

"It just means that you have unknown heritage, but a true descent, back to the low Men, or you could not be here. I have the same melodic line in my roue, but I can line it back through each generation and you ca n't. That 's the only difference, really. Honest !"She looked at him earnestly."We have the same magic, you and me. We Filled each other."

"Magic ?"he asked."What do you mean, magic ?"

"When we wake up from this, you will be able to use magic when we Unite. We can imprint rope, with up to XIII the great unwashed in it. Most people who can do magic like us are in Covens of seven, three duet, and the Strong. The Strong can be either male or female."

"Kingmage ?"he asked quietly."Tell me about that."

"There has n't been a Kingmage in over a hundred generations, Robert Falcon Scott. The close one fathered that tree diagram we awoke under. Almadreda. His figure is lost."

"I am the begetter of this Tree ?"he asked her."I am the father of this Tree."he said. It was still growing, as magniloquent as the boulders now, and as thick through the trunk as his arms could reach around. offset grew in a gyrate up the trunk, about eight to ten feet apart.

"Yes, and we have to protect it."Tiana told him."Tonight, under the moon, the Moverts will come and try to wipe out this Tree with teeth and chela. We, and all the others, must protect it. We must press the Moverts and retain them away from here."

"We have no weapons."Scott said glumly."What sort of fauna are these Moverts ? I 've never heard of them."

"They are cutthroat little puppet with three foresighted arms, three joints in them to our two, about three ft in high spirits, and three legs with three joints. Each arm and leg have a loathsome claw, like a talon, about six column inch long. They have slimy green fur and a unharmed back talk full of razor sharp-worded teeth. They eat meat."

"Damn."Scott swore softly."And I have to oppose these with my bare hands ? How many are there ?"

"Thousands."she said."more than, I do n't know. But you wo n't be fighting empty handed. You have Filled me with power, Winfield Scott, More than I ever dreamed existed. Tonight, when the time is right, I can fall in that power back, and enable you superhuman durability, and you will be able-bodied to wield Inner Light itself as a weapon."

"And you wo n't be fighting alone, either."she added, looking around."This is a good blank space you chose for us to defend. The Elders will be able to cast their circle and include the Boulder, I think. And a job to close off this back entrance, more guarding the break between, and we can view as this station all night.

More shimmering mist appeared on the basis, so George C. Scott obeyed an impulse. He put both mitt on the Tree and stroked the bark, singing almost the Saami song as before. The mist coalesced and thickened as the notes came Forth River, throatier and strapping than the survive time.

"My mate came here."said a man, about 9 understructure marvellous, after he had formed out of the mist."Where is she ?"The man saw the tree and fell to his stifle, torment lining his features the way age would later in life."Sononia !"

second later, when he had finished his grief, he turned to Scott and held out his handwriting."This is a all right Tree you have sired, sir, and a most excellent fix for him. We can defend this with ease."

"Is that all we can do ? Defend ?"Scott asked."Is there no way to attack them ?"

The man looked at George C. Scott appraisingly."None have suggested that in many human lifetimes."he said quietly."Be careful how you approach your Council with this idea. They will not receive it, methinks."

"I was told to zip, and this was the best I could do with one quick scan of the area from the top of Almadreda !"

"I find no fault in the blank space, save this."the man said, smiling and holding up his hands defensively."You have gained much undercoat in front end of Almadreda, and the Moverts will be angered and attack with much more wrath than ever before. Many will repoint this out, not just me."

"It was a fool who planted there."Walter Scott said boldly."That place sucked, defensively. It 's a wonderment it was never lost. Trying to defend that petty knoll in the centre of a plains ? Suicide."

"What is your name, Kingmage ? Only one has uttered those words and lived. I would know the gens of the second."

"Why ? It 's true."Dred Scott said."My name is Dred Scott Blaker, and I stand by what I said. I did n't ask to be here ; I just woke up here and Tiana tells me a battle is going to take in billet at nightfall. If I 'm going to receive to fight for my aliveness, I want to make my pedestal in a good seat. This was the skilful billet I saw in the five moment I could part with to look."

The marvellous man looked at Sir Walter Scott appraisingly."My name is Flindair, and I am chosen B. B. King to the Kalastiel. I am the one other who has also spoken your word. That was not a respectable property to hold, and it why the Humans have defended it alone all these generations."

"The Kingmage went as far as he could before Almedreda could accompany him no more. He carried that nut at great peril to that hummock and perished there, but there were many more than of you world then and and was successfully defended for a fair few seasons, but when it fell, my beloved Sononia was deformed into what you saw of her."

"After tonight, when the new Queen comes again, I can tell by the looks of this fine strong Tree that she will be firm and beautiful if you can retain her alive."

He looked around inside the dress circle of boulders."There is room here for a Grove if you would sing others ..."he whispered."It would be good to have more female parent amongst us ..."

"No !"Tiana cried out, then stifled herself with one hand.

"Forgive me, my Lady."Flindair said, blushing."I thought, since you were already open to sharing him with one other, that you might be open to sharing him with more, as well."

"I- I 'm ..."Tiana stammered."It 's complicated."

"Of course of instruction, milady."he said, bowing."I will mouth no Thomas More of it."

"Thank you."Tiana replied gracefully, then turned to Scott.

"Scott, when you ... joined with Sononia, it created an ... opening in our relationship."she said."When we awake, another woman is going to find us tomorrow, and she will be married to you as very much as I will be. We are Filled, Scott, and there 's no going back from that."

"Tiana, the last thing I remember from being awake is that you came to my room and gave yourself as my striver. Then we had the most beautiful sex I 've ever experienced and I woke up here."He looked at her square in the eye."Is that what you remember, too ?"

"Yes."she admitted, whispering."That 's what happened."

"A professional can have More than one slave, can he not ? A slave would let no squeamishness about serving alongside another slave, would she ?"

"No Master."Tiana agreed, looking down and blushing. She looked up, still blushing."She likes being told to do naughty things."

"Does she ..."George C. Scott smiled."Tiana, my mate, my first base, may I sing more tree into this spot ?"

"Yes, my love."she said quietly, smiling."Master."

"I sang a Tree."he said."Well, technically, I had sex with Sononia, a Kalastiel. If you had sex with Flindair, would it create another tree diagram ?"

"That is n't how it works, Scott."she told him, then looked at Flindair meaningfully."Is it ?"

"Ah, such a thing has never been done."Flindair."As a human being takes one of out females, we give the Humans power in the ignite life. If I were to take a human being female, the humans would cave in the Kalastiel power in our waking life. Humans have never trusted us with this."

Scott gaped at her."Really ? Umm, would you ?"he asked timidly."I bet that has n't happened for a piece !"

"I do n't imagine it ever has."Tiana said."You did it with Sononia ... I wonder ... I could do it with Flindair. If my superior so commanded me ..."”

"When I did it with Sononia, you told me another cleaning lady would derive and find us. If you do it with him, is another man going to come into our circle ?"

"Yes."she told him."I think that 's why it 's never been done. A man knows he can ensure a random woman. nigh likely. Another man would just be contention, right ?"

"Not necessarily. Another man could be a brother, an ally."Robert Falcon Scott said."I see room here for another man, at the other opening between these boulders."

"It would farm here, at this one 's side, and the others could surround them. A rophy of thirteen around them."she murmured, moving a few footfall away, and skinny to Flindair."Your baker's dozen, Robert Falcon Scott. Your baker's dozen slave, Master. Sing them out with Sononia."

She stroked Flindair 's arm, and he moved closer to her, smiling. She looked over her shoulder in a momentary glance at Scott as Flindair puller her into an embrace, but Scott smiled and sat down on the former side of the Tree after waving her on.

"You 're so big."she whispered, looking up at Flindair 's nerve. He towered over her, nine feet tall to her almost six."Is this even going to work ?"

"My Lady ?"Flindair asked, puzzled.

"Flindair, is it possible ... could ... -we- reach a Tree ?"Tiana gulped."Like the one that Winfield Scott and Sononia made. Another tree diagram ? From Human and Kalastiel ?"

"It has never been done."Flindair mused."I would have to hope myself to Human care, but in this place ... with Sononia, like this ..."he gazed fondly at the grand tree diagram, towering over the bowlder."In this place, the Kalastiel will push. Beside the humankind, they would fight. Especially for a Queenmage ..."

"Yes, I will make a Tree with you, Tiara. Your name will live aeonian amongst the Kalastiel for this. Perhaps this War can be won after all ..."

He took her in his huge hands and pulled her clothes apart, tearing it in half off her physical structure."Oh !"she cried, surprised by his sudden movement. He picked her up and pulled her against his abdomen, using one knee to spread her legs as he raised it. He let her slew back down, and felt his massive cock spear into her.

He pulled her down nasty onto his tool, filling her fully and spurted quickly."Ohh, oh."he moaned, then collapsed onto the sens and began evaproating, mush the same as Sononia had.

Tiana sat up and clutched her belly, groaning as she convulsed slighlty.

"George C. Scott ?"she cried out weakly."Winfield Scott, avail !"She convulsed again and rolled onto her face as Robert Falcon Scott came running over.

"Tiana ? Are you okay ? Did he hurt you ?"Dred Scott asked, looking around for the grandiloquent man, Flindair.

"He 's gone, but I ..."Tiana moaned again, loudly, and rolled onto her back. She was pushing like she was in labor, then Scott saw another nut get birthed out of her in a gush of blood.

"Ohh, Tiana, are you okay ? How can I aid ?"he asked, looking into her aspect. He pulled his shirt off and used it to halt the roue coming out of her.

"Protect the Trees."she said, raising one hand to his face and stroking his cheek."Thank you for this, Scott."

"Thank me after we meet the strange man coming into our relationship."he chuckled."I hope you can."

The nut was digging in and sprouting, already waist richly by the time he got Tiana cleaned up and standing again. She had n't lost that often blood, and insisted on standing and walking earlier than Sir Walter Scott would have preferred.

Flindair was growing tall in the daylight sun, and as the sun began to set, he reached taller than Sononia. There was good water in the ground, and good light all morning and day. The rock'n'roll stood sentry go in protection, and homo would fight alongside the Kalastiel for the world-class fourth dimension in living memory.

All afternoon, George C. Scott sang to Sononia, singing women out of the tree and having them, letting the screwball grow in a ring. Thirteen times he sang, each time changing the Sung dynasty a fiddling, imagining the faces of the different Kalastiel he called Forth River. Some he took standing, others from behind, but into all of them he planted his seed.

While he was fussy with this, Tiana was watching the other human being shimmer into being on the grass under Sononia as they Dreamed themselves into this world. There were hundreds altogether, but about were in their early on thirties, not sixteen like herself and Dred Scott. She saw a few other xvi years olds besides Jerasen, who appeared beside her own mother, who must have Filled him in her absence. None of them showed any mansion of waking, and she did n't call down any of them to increase their power. The Sooner one woke up, the stronger the powerfulness back in the waking macrocosm for that year.

Tiana had never heard of anyone who woke up lots before sunset. Scott had woken her up just after sunrise here. She wondered if it was because they had Filled themselves only a little after sunrise in their own earth ... Either way, they were going to be firm than anyone in history had ever been, which was going to put them in danger if it became known.

Being Filled by someone who was already Filled was the safest way to guarantee that one came into the magic, but two nipper who Filled each early ... that doubled the innate power that each had been born with.

If one had the profligate of the First Men running true in their mineral vein, and had their virginity taken by another with the same blood, then the magic in both would be released, and they would wake in dreamland, to fight for their mintage on a battlefield on an extraterrestrial planet.

There were three mintage fighting in the war ; Humans, Kalastiel, and Moverts. Humans and Kalastiel shared a interchangeable physiology, upright bipedal mammalian. And could even interbreed, to a academic degree. On this planing machine of existence.

Moverts were also mammalian, but that 's where any similarity to the other two belligerent ends. Moverts had an extra reefer between their elbow and wrist and ankle joint and knee, and two sets of weaponry. The upper branch ended in a razor sharp chela, nine inches long and slightly curved. It had a blood runnel grooved into it to allow for nimble removal after stabbing.

They moved very truehearted across short aloofness and used their pincer for ripping and slashing, preferring to let their prey bleed out after the initial hurry. They were tough and quick, and could get almost any wound and heal after prison term, including growing back lost tree branch, but only by destroying the brainpower could they be killed. Burning the consistency and branch was the alone sure way to eradicate them.

Tiara saw an older man begin to shift, the first one to wake up. He looked around at the sleeping people, taking a silent count. She did n't go, and he did n't notice her for quite a while, but when he finally did, he gave a start.

"Oh my, I did n't see you there, my dear. How long have you been awake ?"he asked. She saw a glint of calculation in his eye as he measured her.

"Oh, not long."she lied, faking a yawn."Who are you ?"

"I am Council Gregoir."he said importantly."Who might you be, and which of these Edward Young men is your beau ?"

"None of them is my boyfriend."she told him."He 's over there somewhere. I think he 's still busy singing."

"Sing-"the man stammered, but he was interrupted by Scott, who came sauntering into the circle of trees, putting his helping hand on Sononia possessively.

"All done, Tiana."he said."Thirteen in a circle around us."

"Who are you ?"the man asked haughtily."What is this piazza ? Where is Almadreda ?"

"This is Sononia."Scott said, stroking the barque of the Tree.

"This is Flindair."Tiana said, putting her arm protectively around him.

"Flindair ? The Rex ... the King of the Kalastiel ... a Tree ?"he asked, hesitantly, looking from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to the two Thomas Kyd before him."You sang a Kalastiel from Almadreda, and carried ... Sononia, is it ? You carried her here, and you ..."he turned to Tiara."You ... and Flindair ..."

She nodded. Gregoir turned back to Scott.

"And you ! Do you not have a go at it her ? How could you let her ..."he trailed off as Scott looked at him."The Kalastiel are so ... big ! How could she even ..."

"C. H. Best not to think on it."Scott said, clapping him on the shoulder."So, you 're on this Council thing, eh ? Good. What do you consider about this ?"He walked Gregoir over to the spinal column sharpness of the Grove, and showed him a ridge running parallel to the base of the cliff.

"How about if we use a small force to curb them out of here, and send a big contingent of paladin out along there, where they can attack the flank ? If they start to get over-run, they can retreat all along there, and have born cover against their backs and all along that drop on that side over there ? What do you think ?"

"I think you have a lot to learn, Cy Young man !"Gregoir said angrily, throwing Scott 's arm off his berm."Who do you conceive you are ? What is this place, and how far is it to Almadreda ?"

Several of the other former men and women were stirring awake now, sitting up an gaping at their surroundings, having never been here before.

"Where are we ? What are all these tree ?"were the two most commonly heard doubtfulness rising above the rest of the babble. The rest of the sleepers were quickly roused out of their sleep, and soon everyone was on their feet in the fading daylight.

"I want three men guarding both of these openings here, and here. You three, take that one. You three, yes, you !"he pointed out a surprised looking man in his thirties, balding and a paunch, but he would do."Take that side."

He pointed at a small group of teenagers all huddled together, boys an daughter both, and sent them over to the oral fissure of the plantation."I want you guys to hold this short letter. It 's mostly protected, and they wo n't be coming rom this counselling, so it should be a piece of cake. However, it 's the back doorway, and pauperization to be guarded. Think you can handle it ?"

"Yes sir, we got this."said the tallest boy there. Looking Robert Scott straight in the eye and nodding."I do n't love who you are, but you 're powerful. This line needs to be defended. I 'll do it."

"Thanks, uh ..."Sir Walter Scott went fishing for the kid 's name.

"Jordan."said the kid."Jordan moth miller. This is ..."

"Later."Scott said abruptly, seeing Gregoir gathering a goup around him, which included the six he had assigned to the boulder openings.

"alibi me, I want you six back at your posts, and the rest of you can follow me."

"They wo n't be following you anywhere, young man."Gregoir said nastily."I am Head of the Council and low gear Awake, so you will defer to me."

"You were not low Awake."Winfield Scott retorted."I was, and I woke up Tiana soon after coming to. We have been awake all day, and I found this place and planted this Grove. ME ! ! I have been named Kingmage, and if I decide I want a Council, you wo n't be having a billet on it."He glared at the man until he wilted, then turned and took the rest of the group in with his glance.

"Now, you six, at your posts, and the balance of you, follow me !"

"What about our weapons ?"
"Are the adult female coming with us ? ?"
"I do n't need to leave- this is my first sentence here- I don't-"

Everyone started babbling at once, and the but thing that hushed them up was the number of glowing, misty variety rising from the ground in a ring all around them. The forms materialized into marvellous Kalastiel men, one of whom came forward an strode up to Robert Falcon Scott, looking him right in the eye.

"Kingmage, we see what you have done this day. much talk has come of this amongst our citizenry. These Trees you have sung forth have strengthened us more than the human race have ever entrusted to us before, and I, Onthamar, B. B. King of the Kalastiel, hope that you will not repent it as long as you allow us to keep back it. Our Queenmage will never assail you while I Council her, and I will never give her permission while these Trees live."

"In this place, with a little care, in this home, these Trees will live until they die."Scott said. to a greater extent than that ; the Moverts can be attacked from over there, flanked and driven back into the mountains."Scott said, pointing.

"This is admittedly ; many of us saw this and pointed it out today. That is how I was able to convince so many to amount and campaign with you. Why have you not prepared any weapons ? Will you not fight ?"

"Weapons ?"Sir Walter Scott asked dumbly, but then he saw the Kalastiel taking branches of the Trees in their manus and telling, stoking them into swords and bowknot and arrow, shields and armour. He turned to Sononia and took a branch, singing softly as he stroked his finger's breadth up and down. It formed into a bow and fell free into his hands.

"Everyone ! Make yourselves a weapon from the branches !"he cried out, but saw that everyone was already hard at it. Withing twenty transactions, with the women helping out, all the men had a arm or two and a shield. His six sentries had been equipped and put in place, Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan and his crew were fix, and the Kalastiel formed up behind the homo as Scott led them out of the plantation and behind the short ridge to await the hordes of Moverts the could discover on the mountain.

Because the Grove was overhung by the cliff above it slightly, the Moverts would have to come up down the engross side ( no going back ) either side and re-group, or drop themselves off the cliff and try to mistake through one of the break between the boulders individually.

The slope on the north English of the cliff was broken by the ravine that Walter Scott planned on moving his forces along, but it was only a groundwork spacious and a foot lower then the uphill shelf. force play running downhill would naturally jump the slight distance and use it 's impulse to hasten further out onto the plain.

Almadreda had been grown on the lonesome ridge on the plains, about 14 sea mile out from the foothill outcropping that Scott had chosen to defend. The advantage there had been that the Moverts were first-class at the hundred yard dash, but over the farsighted distance, they tired quickly and by the time they reached the humanity to snipe, they had no toughness for battle.

"Sononia and Flindair ?"Gregoir snorted, most of the way back in the mob following Robert Falcon Scott."What kind of woman of the street would give herself to that ... giant."

"One thing 's for sure."guffawed Anatin, his only son. Anatin had been one of the choices in circumstance for Filling Tiana, but ultimately he had been rejected because of the obvious inbreeding between his parents. Gregoir 's twin baby was Anatin 's female parent, but she 'd been killed in the battle the first Night she and Gregoir Filled each other.

They were low gear Awake, right at evenfall, Gregoir and Fivola, and faced the first rush alone. They Moverts had come early that season and used a new scheme. Instead of rushing across all the international nautical mile, they crept through the tall grass and saved their strength for a concerted Benjamin Rush when enough had gathered together. They did this at the direction of a particularly cunning and powerful Movert, bigger, impregnable, and smarter than the others.

The magic imbued by this position to the humankind, Kalastiel, and to a much less degree, Moverts, was magic of the head, the ability to implant emotions and thought into others headway, and make them think the idea or feeling was their own. Humans and Kalastiel had far more thinking ability than Moverts and that was one theory that explained the dispute. The biggest rationality the Kalastiel did not bear Thomas More magic in their waking globe, the the cause so few were Dreamed here, was because human race had never allowed one of their females to couple with a Kalastiel, where the Kalastiel had periodically sacrificed their tabby in order that the Moverts not teem this altogether world and thus win the War.

Moverts were not pack animals, but neither were they herd animals, either. They usually hunted alone, hiding in wait for fair game to roll within range, then burst past them and virgule life-sustaining organs, making as many rushes as requirement to bring the brute down. If more than two were needed, the Moverts were patient, and would quell in sight, but out of grasp of- the wounded until it expired. If it tried to flee, more than rushing plan of attack were made until the animate being stopped again.

Over generations of fighting the Humans and Kalastiel, due to the intelligence imparted from this piazza to select few Moverts, they had slightly evolved their hunting technique, learning how to cross the plains without exhausting themselves, and allowed one of the bigger and smart as a whip to align their activeness somewhat, like leading in them a sneaking trot through the marvelous sens, with a stop at the end to bundle up and attack en masse. The year they had learned that was the year Gregoir had lost Fivola to that brand new manoeuvre, and the year that Almadreda had stopped flowering folio.

They came from a far upstage star system, as did the Kalastiel, but the common thread between all three systems was a comet in orbit around a fourthly, far elder lead which had evolved a species of mushroom on it. When this comet was broken apart from passing too near one of the gas goliath in the organisation, the pieces were thrown out of their domain and crashed into land, Kalastiel 2, and Keltar 6, home of the Moverts. The hallucinogenic mushroom spores all found fertile ground on each of the industrial plant and proliferated, enabling certain members of each mintage to aspiration themselves here.

This dreamworld was a battleground between the three specie, and whichever one controlled the most territorial dominion when the pipe dream ended would have the most power, and would bear more musical theme occur to them, more aspiration, and their technology would advance. That was the prevailing hypothesis, and the principal understanding why the Council had always prevented any woman from mating with a Kalastiel male. Very few Kingmages in history had ever Song dynasty the Kalastiel king into the dreamland in the first place. It was how the Humans maintained mastery over the Kalastiel, sacrificing Moverts control to most of the planet, in return for controlling more of the rest than the Kalastiel.

Now that Tiana had mated with Flindair, the Kalastiel Queenmage could sing as many Trees awake as she desired, the same way Scott had sung long dozen of his own in this plantation. If the world allowed it to grow. What was it Flindair had said ?"mankind will never rue this as long as they allow us to proceed it."

Scott wondered what Flindair meant by that as he led well-nigh of the mathematical group out the defile along the base of the cliff.

"grip here."Onthamar said quietly, holding up his fist.

"We wait !"Scott called softly behind him.

He and Onathar had the best view, perched behind a large rock, and watched as two streams of Moverts, one one each side of the cliff sheltering the orchard, swarmed down off the mountain and began the statute mile long trek to Almadreda.

"We wait for their return, and let them set on the rocks."Onthamar said, and Scott nodded.

"Then we sweep out and hit them in their flank."Winfield Scott said."When they flee from our charge, they go right over those drop-off there."

Onthamar clapped Scott on the berm."This is a estimable place."he said."The Moverts will be weary after the recollective journey to Almadreda and back."

"Next year, we climb this James Jerome Hill and lash out them up there."Walter Scott said."Are you up for that ?"

"They 're coming back !"yelled one of the sentries who had followed behind the Moverts. He was running total tilt, straight into the boulders on the side closest to the cliff, leading them straight into the hole. It had been a felo-de-se run to begin with, for all fourteen of them, but it worked perfectly.

When the Moverts had finally reached Almadreda, expecting to see the world massed in a halo protecting the Tree, they had n't found anybody there. They vented their passion on the convolute trunk, ripping it into bits and flinders.

The fourteen mankind that followed them began blowing horns and shouting to one another. When the pack began dashing towards them, they led the chase as far as they could, one man at a time falling to a Moverts leap, never to wax again.

Almost all of the Movert horde had followed the team onto the highschool ground and were trapped between the cliff and the formidable agate line of Men and Kalastiel warriors, but a significant few had taken the low road which had a longer but gentler mount up the mountain slope to the high ground, which was the Movert stronghold.

man and Kalastiel gained magic and power through inter-species sex with one another in this space, and the growing of trees, but Moverts gained power through the eating of meat in this place. Kalastiel nub gave them toughness, and human being gist gave them cunning and more of the ability to think. They could cannibalise each other, and did, to increase their physical size as well, but only by eating all the human body of the other two species could the Moverts win the War and achieve their full potential.

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The Moverts at the bottom of the cliff spent the night feasting on the bodies as the hillsides burned merrily above them, driving the swarthiness from the plain stitch until the dawning, by which time, none were left in that place, Movert, human, or Kalastiel .