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"writing": "Niel untangled himself from Olavo, surprised at how awake he still felt, considering it had been his first time writing the phrase. He knew of the energizing phrase, and how it converted sexual energy into actual energy since it had been used during any of the orgies at the frat.\n\nLimbani was who showed it to him early in the flight. The monkey had been there, at the bottom of the stairs leading to the plane’s door, when he and Olavo arrived. Limbani had unhappily pointed to the capybara in the captain’s uniform standing by the door and made unflattering comments about servants who didn’t know their place.\n\nAquilino turned out to be a cousin, not a servant, as well as a great fuck.\n\nOlavo had tried to convince the monkey to return to the frat, going as far as to insist. All Limbani had done was grin as he turned to leave, and the capybara had grabbed him and dragged him up the stairs. That was all that had been needed as a reminder that an out-of-sight Limbani was just asking to later be told of the troubles he’d gotten into while the head of the house wasn’t looking.\n\nOne such incident that had been recounted to Niel was Olavo returning from a visit to his family and having to explain to the dean exactly how it was that the entire swim team pointed to Limbani as the reason they had to be treated for severe exhaustion. In the end, most of the frat had been involved, but the monkey had been the instigator.\n\nLimbani was definitely a bad influence on everyone around him.\n\nNiel stepped into the large shower, and a hand kept him from closing the door.\n\n“I will help you wash your back,” Aquilino said in that attractive Spanish accent.\n\nNiel smirked. “Really? Washing my back?” He looked at the big, hard cock. “That’s what you’re going with?”\n\nThe capybara returned the smirk. “This will come first; the washing after. But first—” he tapped the closed door. “—you are to practice the phrase Olavo taught you.”\n\nNiel smiled. “I practiced the one Limbani showed me.”\n\n“That is good.” He tapped the door again. “Now Olavo’s. Then I fuck you until you scream.”\n\n“Is that why Olavo taught me the cone of silence phrase?” saying the emphasis felt so odd, compared to thinking it. He stroked the capybara’s cock for the precum, then carefully traced the symbols on the door.\n\nUnlike Limbani, who’d simply shown him how to trace the sigils and connectors that comprised the energy phrase, Olavo had taken the time to explain why the symbols went where they did. Then had come using the tabletop display to practice until the capybara was satisfied with the results.\n\nThe thing Olavo had impressed on him was the need to write all the sigils first. There were five for this phrase, arranged as if they were the points of a pentagram. The position didn’t have to be exact, but the closer he could manage, the less sound would escape. One of the sigils represented air, another conversation, although the way Olavo explained it implied it wasn’t exactly that. The third was about containment; the fourth, walls. The fifth was a position that could take a variety of sigils, with each fine-tuning the insolation in one direction or another. The one Olavo taught him for it was the one representing sound.\n\nThe connectors went between them, both to form a perimeter and along the imaginary pentagram lines.\n\nThis finished product, when done properly, would keep anyone from hearing what happened within the confines. Using precum, instead of one of the other mediums that would work meant the phrase would be powered for a couple of hours before it degraded into nothing. So long as it remained intact.\n\n“That will do,” Aquilino whispered, pressing against Niel, his cock spreading his ass cheeks.\n\nThat part wasn’t needed when using a phrase on inanimate objects. They didn’t have the innate resistance even non-magical people had. It wasn’t much, just enough that a concerted effort was required to get through it.\n\nFor the Society, horniness was the catalyst. The man writing the phrase could send his sexual energy through that resistance to activate it, or bypass that by making the subject horny and powering it themselves.\n\nIt was why the French Kiss and grope, after the ink was applied, was the traditional greeting at the frat’s parties. Kuno had explained the truth behind the mark used to prove someone had been allowed into the party years ago. Not long after his first party. It had marked the start of their friendship.\n\nAt least, it was one of the memories the bat had given him. It was one Niel and Kuno had agreed to accept as real.\n\nNiel tried to move, but Aquilo held him in place, the cock slicking the valley with precum.\n\n“If you shove me against the door and I smear the phrase, they’re going to hear me all the way to however far below us people are.”\n\n“We should test that.” The capybara reached for the door, but Niel grabbed his hand.\n\n“Do you really want to wake-up Limbani?”\n\nAquilino chuckled. “He will forgive me.” He moved beside the door, and Niel had to follow. “But now, you are the one I make scream.” The cock shifted, and when the capybara pushed, it went in.\n\nNiel groaned at being stretched like that, then at how deep the cock went. He wasn’t Chima thick or long—who was—but fuck, this was good.\n\nWithin half a dozen slow thrusts, Niel panted and his cock leaked profusely, jumping each time his prostate was pressed.\n\n“You enjoy this, do you not?” Aquilino whispered. \n\nNiel moaned as he pulled out slowly. If he kept at this, Niel was going to cum just from being fucked. That took skill.\n\n“Have I fucked English out of you? Maybe I will fuck my language into you?” He pushed in. “Spanish is the language of lovers, after all.”\n\n“Fuckers,” Niel managed between breaths. He desperately wanted to say something German, but high school hadn’t prepared him for bedroom trash talk.\n\n“What are lovers, but fuckers who know each other so very well?” The capybara picked up the pace, and Niel went from moaning to groaning. Fuck, his cock was getting harder. If he wasn’t certain he’d come from the cock in his ass, any moment now, he’d be pumping his, because he had to cum.\n\n“I can feel it coming in the way your ass is tightening.” Aquilino nuzzled his ear. “Are you ready to scream?”\n\nNiel wanted to laugh; like he had any choice. Aquilino’s power was to intensify sensations. It went beyond that of the five senses and dipped into emotions, too. He could ramp up what someone felt and—\n\nThe world exploded with his orgasm.\n\nThe scream barely registered because of the intensity of the pleasure that defined him. He was coating the wall with it, all the walls, the entire jet, the entire world. That was how much pleasure there was; he might outshine the sun.\n\nThen he was panting, Aquilino holding him up. “That is beauty.”\n\nFuck. Niel had thought that what the capybara had caused him to feel while sandwiched between Olavo and Limbani had been strong, but it had been a delightful summer rain compared to this hurricane.\n\n“Someone could get addicted to that.” Niel’s voice was raw.\n\n“Some have,” Aquilino replied sadly. “It is why I am careful of whom I share it with.”\n\nTalk about making a guy feel special.\n\nThe capybara pulled out, and the loss felt enormous.\n\n“I have fucked you.” He picked up the raccoon. “Now I will wash you.”\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe landing was uneventful in that Limbani had to remain seated with his seatbelt. Olavo had then seated himself and Niel out of reach of the monkey. Limbani pouted and waggled his cock invitingly. Then they dressed and exited the jet.\n\nAny hope Niel had that Olavo could explain what he should expect went out the door the moment they closed on the limousine. The monkey was on him, hands in the back to undo the tail strap. Then pants were off, legs were in the air, and a cock was in his ass.\n\nAll Niel got in return for the pleading look he gave Olavo was a chuckle, then a cock in his muzzle.\n\n* * * * *\n\nOlavo pulled Niel out of the limousine before he could put his pants on. Limbani was right behind them, but the driver exited and cleared his throat, getting the monkey and Niel’s attention. He was a mouse with a body that stretched his suit and a package that threatened to rip the zipper open. He opened the door to the back of the limousine and smiled.\n\nLimbani was back in, followed by the mouse. Niel would have joined them, but Olavo kept dragging him to the house. Seeing two men once inside, Niel hurried to put his pants on, much to their amusement. One, Olavo’s father, Niel recognized from the pictures on the capybara’s desk and side table. His name was Ezequiel, and if the jibes within the frat were to be believed, he was taking over the country, or would be soon.\n\n“I believe that is called a wardrobe malfunction in the United States,” the other man said.\n\n“No.” Niel snapped the tail strap in place. “We call it an Adesida intervention.” Niel raised his hand to offer it, reconsidered, and nodded his greeting. “Sirs.”\n\n“There is an Adesida here?” Ezequiel asked, sounding concerned.\n\n“I arranged for Silvino to be our driver,” Olavo said. “You shouldn’t have to be worried about him running around and being a bad influence on any of the household.”\n\nNiel did not voice his opinion on that.\n\n“Mister Leslie, I am Ezequiel Medeiros. I welcome you to my home. This is Hilario Cuevet. He is the one who asked to see you.” He motioned toward the back of the house. “If you will accompany us, we will talk. Olavo, you will not be needed.”\n\n“Father. Niel is my friend, and I am the one who brought him into the fold. He is my responsibility until this is settled.”\n\nHilario spoke in Spanish, and this led to the three of them conversing. Once they were done, Olavo walked with them to a study as different from Olavo’s at the frat as it could be. Where one had a sense of utility to it, this one was all about luxury.\n\nThe desk was dark wood, polished to a shine, with a lamp that looked handmade out of porcelain and spun glass. The shelves were ornate and filled with thick books with the kind of detailed binding Niel saw on the oldest books in the library. The few places where the walls were visible, the exposed wallpaper seemed to be made of textured velvet.\n\nThe one missing thing, Niel was pleased to notice, was a bed. Sex would happen; he had no doubt of that. But he wanted to know what was going on first.\n\nHilario took one of the large seats on one side of the low hand-carved table, and Olavo guided Niel to sit opposite the… was he also an elder?\n\nNiel knew the nomenclature within the Society, but if the Survivors didn’t consider themselves part of them, did they use different titles?\n\nEzequiel returned from the liquor cabinet and handed a crystal glass to Olavo, then Niel, who accepted it reflexively. When he realized it contained alcohol, he opened his mouth to protest, but Olavo shook his head.\n\n“Is there a problem?” Ezequiel asked after handing Hilario a glass and taking a seat facing his son.\n\n“I’m too young to drink.”\n\nThe capybara smiled. “Ah, yes. Americans and their rules.” He sipped his glass and sighed in pleasure. “You should get used to remembering that you are no longer one of them.”\n\n“It is early to make that claim,” the other capybara said, studying Niel. “We only have his claim that he is one of us.”\n\n“What is this about?” Olavo asked, cutting off Niel as he was about to say he wasn’t claiming anything. “Have I been away too long? Is my word no longer enough?”\n\n“I mean no disrespect, young Medeiros,” Hilario said in grave tone. “But to be one of us is not as simple a thing as to be one of you.”\n\nNiel looked from one capybara to the other, trying to understand what was going on. He’d expected some friendly conversation, answers, then social sex. This felt more serious. He sipped his glass, then choked on the burn.\n\nHow did anyone drink this stuff?\n\n“With all due respect, Patriarch Cuevet,” Olavo replied brusquely, once Niel stopped coughing. “Niel nearly died of starvation because he went two days without sex. The instant he had some, he was better.”\n\n“And what evidence do you have of this?”\n\n“He can write and power phrases. That proves his connection to Him.”\n\n“Then he is one of you. The claim is that he is of mine. This meeting is to determine that.”\n\n“I’m not starving myself,” Niel said. “But I guess I can go without food for a while, if that’s going to convince you.”\n\n“I don’t believe you can afford to be away from your studies for the weeks it will take for Hilario to be satisfied.” The small smile on Ezequiel’s muzzle as he sipped his glass made Niel wonder if he was sitting in the middle of more than his situation.\n\n“Look,” Olavo said as Hilario started to address his father. “By now, the Richards have Niel’s medical records. I can have them sent to my phone. Niel said the initial tests showed his body wasn’t absorbing any nutrients.”\n\nHilario waved the comment aside. “Documents mean nothing. Just electricity on the wind. I will not—”\n\n“Okay, can we have a time out here?” Niel asked. “I don’t know what the problem is. If you don’t want me to be part of whatever you are, that’s fine with me. I have my life in Minneapolis. Now that I know what my condition is, I can manage it.” He smirked. “Easily. I’m here because Olavo asked me to. The only thing I need from you, if you even have that, is the location of my father.”\n\nThe older capybaras exchanged a look. “I am sorry,” Ezequiel said. “Wouldn’t he be in Minneapolis?”\n\n“That’s my…” Niel grappled with a term. He wasn’t so angry at the moment to refer to him as he sometimes did in his head. And Steward was too impersonal. “Dad.” He settled on. “He’s infertile. My biological father is his grandfather, Jarod Irvine. My… Dad’s tried to reach him but—”\n\nThe angry Spanish from Hilario as he jumped to his feet stunned Niel. His great-grandfather’s name was the only word he understood. When he looked at Olavo for an explanation, the capybara was looking at him in dismay. Ezequiel tried to calm the patriarch, but it didn’t seem to work.\n\nHe nodded to the door, and Olavo pulled Niel outside.\n\n“What’s going on?”\n\n“You didn’t tell me Jarod Irvine was your father.”\n\n“Stewart dropped his name half a dozen times in front of you.”\n\n“Yes, but Jarod’s your patriarch. It made sense he would be the one explaining things to your father.”\n\n“Dad. My father’s Jarod. Who is the only person Stewart knew that’s one of you. What is the big deal here?”\n\n“You just claimed to be Jarod’s son.”\n\nNiel waited. He motioned for Olavo to continue.\n\nThe capybara inhaled sharply. “Okay. Like I said, I never bothered with those details because they’re in the past, but I do know that until you made your claim, Jarod Irvine only ever sired daughters.”\n\n“Okay, so I’m the first coin flip to turn up tails instead of heads since he made his contract with the god a century ago. Why is that such a big deal?”\n\nOlavo rubbed his eyes. “Niel, you just said it. Jarod is of the men who made the compact with Him that started the Survivors. He’s the only one on them still alive.”\n\n“Okay, so I guess being the one guy to end up immortal would make him a big deal to some, but that doesn’t explain this.” He motioned to the closed door through which he could faintly make out screaming. “Speaking of which. Any idea how I go about figuring out my power? Last thing I want to happen is lasers out of my eyes in the middle of practice or something.”\n\nOlavo stared at Niel with a look the raccoon found undecipherable. “We’ll burn those bridges if they ever come up.” He looked at the door, then motioned to an approaching panther. “I have to get back in there, if only to find out what Hilario knows about your father. Conrado will take you to a room. He doesn’t speak English, but he’s part of the household. If you want sex, he’ll be willing. I have no idea how long that’s going to last, so just enjoy yourself until I find you again, okay?”\n\nThe capybara had the door open, letting out the true volume of the argument, and closed again, before Niel could say anything. The panther paused next to Niel, said something in a gentle tone he didn’t understand, then took his arm and guided him to a bedroom out of a five-star hotel with a very attentive, and skilled, staff.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Niel untangled himself from Olavo, surprised at how awake he still felt, considering it had been his first time writing the phrase. He knew of the energizing phrase, and how it converted sexual energy into actual energy since it had been used during any of the orgies at the frat.
Limbani was who showed it to him early in the flight. The monkey had been there, at the bottom of the stairs leading to the plane’s door, when he and Olavo arrived. Limbani had unhappily pointed to the capybara in the captain’s uniform standing by the door and made unflattering comments about servants who didn’t know their place.
Aquilino turned out to be a cousin, not a servant, as well as a great fuck.
Olavo had tried to convince the monkey to return to the frat, going as far as to insist. All Limbani had done was grin as he turned to leave, and the capybara had grabbed him and dragged him up the stairs. That was all that had been needed as a reminder that an out-of-sight Limbani was just asking to later be told of the troubles he’d gotten into while the head of the house wasn’t looking.
One such incident that had been recounted to Niel was Olavo returning from a visit to his family and having to explain to the dean exactly how it was that the entire swim team pointed to Limbani as the reason they had to be treated for severe exhaustion. In the end, most of the frat had been involved, but the monkey had been the instigator.
Limbani was definitely a bad influence on everyone around him.
Niel stepped into the large shower, and a hand kept him from closing the door.
“I will help you wash your back,” Aquilino said in that attractive Spanish accent.
Niel smirked. “Really? Washing my back?” He looked at the big, hard cock. “That’s what you’re going with?”
The capybara returned the smirk. “This will come first; the washing after. But first—” he tapped the closed door. “—you are to practice the phrase Olavo taught you.”
Niel smiled. “I practiced the one Limbani showed me.”
“That is good.” He tapped the door again. “Now Olavo’s. Then I fuck you until you scream.”
“Is that why Olavo taught me the cone of silence phrase?” saying the emphasis felt so odd, compared to thinking it. He stroked the capybara’s cock for the precum, then carefully traced the symbols on the door.
Unlike Limbani, who’d simply shown him how to trace the sigils and connectors that comprised the energy phrase, Olavo had taken the time to explain why the symbols went where they did. Then had come using the tabletop display to practice until the capybara was satisfied with the results.
The thing Olavo had impressed on him was the need to write all the sigils first. There were five for this phrase, arranged as if they were the points of a pentagram. The position didn’t have to be exact, but the closer he could manage, the less sound would escape. One of the sigils represented air, another conversation, although the way Olavo explained it implied it wasn’t exactly that. The third was about containment; the fourth, walls. The fifth was a position that could take a variety of sigils, with each fine-tuning the insolation in one direction or another. The one Olavo taught him for it was the one representing sound.
The connectors went between them, both to form a perimeter and along the imaginary pentagram lines.
This finished product, when done properly, would keep anyone from hearing what happened within the confines. Using precum, instead of one of the other mediums that would work meant the phrase would be powered for a couple of hours before it degraded into nothing. So long as it remained intact.
“That will do,” Aquilino whispered, pressing against Niel, his cock spreading his ass cheeks.
That part wasn’t needed when using a phrase on inanimate objects. They didn’t have the innate resistance even non-magical people had. It wasn’t much, just enough that a concerted effort was required to get through it.
For the Society, horniness was the catalyst. The man writing the phrase could send his sexual energy through that resistance to activate it, or bypass that by making the subject horny and powering it themselves.
It was why the French Kiss and grope, after the ink was applied, was the traditional greeting at the frat’s parties. Kuno had explained the truth behind the mark used to prove someone had been allowed into the party years ago. Not long after his first party. It had marked the start of their friendship.
At least, it was one of the memories the bat had given him. It was one Niel and Kuno had agreed to accept as real.
Niel tried to move, but Aquilo held him in place, the cock slicking the valley with precum.
“If you shove me against the door and I smear the phrase, they’re going to hear me all the way to however far below us people are.”
“We should test that.” The capybara reached for the door, but Niel grabbed his hand.
“Do you really want to wake-up Limbani?”
Aquilino chuckled. “He will forgive me.” He moved beside the door, and Niel had to follow. “But now, you are the one I make scream.” The cock shifted, and when the capybara pushed, it went in.
Niel groaned at being stretched like that, then at how deep the cock went. He wasn’t Chima thick or long—who was—but fuck, this was good.
Within half a dozen slow thrusts, Niel panted and his cock leaked profusely, jumping each time his prostate was pressed.
“You enjoy this, do you not?” Aquilino whispered.
Niel moaned as he pulled out slowly. If he kept at this, Niel was going to cum just from being fucked. That took skill.
“Have I fucked English out of you? Maybe I will fuck my language into you?” He pushed in. “Spanish is the language of lovers, after all.”
“Fuckers,” Niel managed between breaths. He desperately wanted to say something German, but high school hadn’t prepared him for bedroom trash talk.
“What are lovers, but fuckers who know each other so very well?” The capybara picked up the pace, and Niel went from moaning to groaning. Fuck, his cock was getting harder. If he wasn’t certain he’d come from the cock in his ass, any moment now, he’d be pumping his, because he had to cum.
“I can feel it coming in the way your ass is tightening.” Aquilino nuzzled his ear. “Are you ready to scream?”
Niel wanted to laugh; like he had any choice. Aquilino’s power was to intensify sensations. It went beyond that of the five senses and dipped into emotions, too. He could ramp up what someone felt and—
The world exploded with his orgasm.
The scream barely registered because of the intensity of the pleasure that defined him. He was coating the wall with it, all the walls, the entire jet, the entire world. That was how much pleasure there was; he might outshine the sun.
Then he was panting, Aquilino holding him up. “That is beauty.”
Fuck. Niel had thought that what the capybara had caused him to feel while sandwiched between Olavo and Limbani had been strong, but it had been a delightful summer rain compared to this hurricane.
“Someone could get addicted to that.” Niel’s voice was raw.
“Some have,” Aquilino replied sadly. “It is why I am careful of whom I share it with.”
Talk about making a guy feel special.
The capybara pulled out, and the loss felt enormous.
“I have fucked you.” He picked up the raccoon. “Now I will wash you.”
* * * * *
The landing was uneventful in that Limbani had to remain seated with his seatbelt. Olavo had then seated himself and Niel out of reach of the monkey. Limbani pouted and waggled his cock invitingly. Then they dressed and exited the jet.
Any hope Niel had that Olavo could explain what he should expect went out the door the moment they closed on the limousine. The monkey was on him, hands in the back to undo the tail strap. Then pants were off, legs were in the air, and a cock was in his ass.
All Niel got in return for the pleading look he gave Olavo was a chuckle, then a cock in his muzzle.
* * * * *
Olavo pulled Niel out of the limousine before he could put his pants on. Limbani was right behind them, but the driver exited and cleared his throat, getting the monkey and Niel’s attention. He was a mouse with a body that stretched his suit and a package that threatened to rip the zipper open. He opened the door to the back of the limousine and smiled.
Limbani was back in, followed by the mouse. Niel would have joined them, but Olavo kept dragging him to the house. Seeing two men once inside, Niel hurried to put his pants on, much to their amusement. One, Olavo’s father, Niel recognized from the pictures on the capybara’s desk and side table. His name was Ezequiel, and if the jibes within the frat were to be believed, he was taking over the country, or would be soon.
“I believe that is called a wardrobe malfunction in the United States,” the other man said.
“No.” Niel snapped the tail strap in place. “We call it an Adesida intervention.” Niel raised his hand to offer it, reconsidered, and nodded his greeting. “Sirs.”
“There is an Adesida here?” Ezequiel asked, sounding concerned.
“I arranged for Silvino to be our driver,” Olavo said. “You shouldn’t have to be worried about him running around and being a bad influence on any of the household.”
Niel did not voice his opinion on that.
“Mister Leslie, I am Ezequiel Medeiros. I welcome you to my home. This is Hilario Cuevet. He is the one who asked to see you.” He motioned toward the back of the house. “If you will accompany us, we will talk. Olavo, you will not be needed.”
“Father. Niel is my friend, and I am the one who brought him into the fold. He is my responsibility until this is settled.”
Hilario spoke in Spanish, and this led to the three of them conversing. Once they were done, Olavo walked with them to a study as different from Olavo’s at the frat as it could be. Where one had a sense of utility to it, this one was all about luxury.
The desk was dark wood, polished to a shine, with a lamp that looked handmade out of porcelain and spun glass. The shelves were ornate and filled with thick books with the kind of detailed binding Niel saw on the oldest books in the library. The few places where the walls were visible, the exposed wallpaper seemed to be made of textured velvet.
The one missing thing, Niel was pleased to notice, was a bed. Sex would happen; he had no doubt of that. But he wanted to know what was going on first.
Hilario took one of the large seats on one side of the low hand-carved table, and Olavo guided Niel to sit opposite the… was he also an elder?
Niel knew the nomenclature within the Society, but if the Survivors didn’t consider themselves part of them, did they use different titles?
Ezequiel returned from the liquor cabinet and handed a crystal glass to Olavo, then Niel, who accepted it reflexively. When he realized it contained alcohol, he opened his mouth to protest, but Olavo shook his head.
“Is there a problem?” Ezequiel asked after handing Hilario a glass and taking a seat facing his son.
“I’m too young to drink.”
The capybara smiled. “Ah, yes. Americans and their rules.” He sipped his glass and sighed in pleasure. “You should get used to remembering that you are no longer one of them.”
“It is early to make that claim,” the other capybara said, studying Niel. “We only have his claim that he is one of us.”
“What is this about?” Olavo asked, cutting off Niel as he was about to say he wasn’t claiming anything. “Have I been away too long? Is my word no longer enough?”
“I mean no disrespect, young Medeiros,” Hilario said in grave tone. “But to be one of us is not as simple a thing as to be one of you.”
Niel looked from one capybara to the other, trying to understand what was going on. He’d expected some friendly conversation, answers, then social sex. This felt more serious. He sipped his glass, then choked on the burn.
How did anyone drink this stuff?
“With all due respect, Patriarch Cuevet,” Olavo replied brusquely, once Niel stopped coughing. “Niel nearly died of starvation because he went two days without sex. The instant he had some, he was better.”
“And what evidence do you have of this?”
“He can write and power phrases. That proves his connection to Him.”
“Then he is one of you. The claim is that he is of mine. This meeting is to determine that.”
“I’m not starving myself,” Niel said. “But I guess I can go without food for a while, if that’s going to convince you.”
“I don’t believe you can afford to be away from your studies for the weeks it will take for Hilario to be satisfied.” The small smile on Ezequiel’s muzzle as he sipped his glass made Niel wonder if he was sitting in the middle of more than his situation.
“Look,” Olavo said as Hilario started to address his father. “By now, the Richards have Niel’s medical records. I can have them sent to my phone. Niel said the initial tests showed his body wasn’t absorbing any nutrients.”
Hilario waved the comment aside. “Documents mean nothing. Just electricity on the wind. I will not—”
“Okay, can we have a time out here?” Niel asked. “I don’t know what the problem is. If you don’t want me to be part of whatever you are, that’s fine with me. I have my life in Minneapolis. Now that I know what my condition is, I can manage it.” He smirked. “Easily. I’m here because Olavo asked me to. The only thing I need from you, if you even have that, is the location of my father.”
The older capybaras exchanged a look. “I am sorry,” Ezequiel said. “Wouldn’t he be in Minneapolis?”
“That’s my…” Niel grappled with a term. He wasn’t so angry at the moment to refer to him as he sometimes did in his head. And Steward was too impersonal. “Dad.” He settled on. “He’s infertile. My biological father is his grandfather, Jarod Irvine. My… Dad’s tried to reach him but—”
The angry Spanish from Hilario as he jumped to his feet stunned Niel. His great-grandfather’s name was the only word he understood. When he looked at Olavo for an explanation, the capybara was looking at him in dismay. Ezequiel tried to calm the patriarch, but it didn’t seem to work.
He nodded to the door, and Olavo pulled Niel outside.
“What’s going on?”
“You didn’t tell me Jarod Irvine was your father.”
“Stewart dropped his name half a dozen times in front of you.”
“Yes, but Jarod’s your patriarch. It made sense he would be the one explaining things to your father.”
“Dad. My father’s Jarod. Who is the only person Stewart knew that’s one of you. What is the big deal here?”
“You just claimed to be Jarod’s son.”
Niel waited. He motioned for Olavo to continue.
The capybara inhaled sharply. “Okay. Like I said, I never bothered with those details because they’re in the past, but I do know that until you made your claim, Jarod Irvine only ever sired daughters.”
“Okay, so I’m the first coin flip to turn up tails instead of heads since he made his contract with the god a century ago. Why is that such a big deal?”
Olavo rubbed his eyes. “Niel, you just said it. Jarod is of the men who made the compact with Him that started the Survivors. He’s the only one on them still alive.”
“Okay, so I guess being the one guy to end up immortal would make him a big deal to some, but that doesn’t explain this.” He motioned to the closed door through which he could faintly make out screaming. “Speaking of which. Any idea how I go about figuring out my power? Last thing I want to happen is lasers out of my eyes in the middle of practice or something.”
Olavo stared at Niel with a look the raccoon found undecipherable. “We’ll burn those bridges if they ever come up.” He looked at the door, then motioned to an approaching panther. “I have to get back in there, if only to find out what Hilario knows about your father. Conrado will take you to a room. He doesn’t speak English, but he’s part of the household. If you want sex, he’ll be willing. I have no idea how long that’s going to last, so just enjoy yourself until I find you again, okay?”
The capybara had the door open, letting out the true volume of the argument, and closed again, before Niel could say anything. The panther paused next to Niel, said something in a gentle tone he didn’t understand, then took his arm and guided him to a bedroom out of a five-star hotel with a very attentive, and skilled, staff.",
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