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The Warden Stones Ch. 01

By: TherianTales



Evelyn thanked all the gods above for the small favor when she saw her father talking with a stranger on the road out front of their family's land. Behind him was a closed wagon, like the kind that traveling salesmen or carnival might use, lacking only in the banners and painted advertisements for miracle cures. It had seen a lot of miles and looked almost as shabby as its driver. She on the other hand, hadn't gotten very far today. Evelyn had come back after only an hour in the wood, with half an armful of firewood to show for her efforts. She had hoped that her father would have gone out by now, when she made the decision to sneak back and warm up, as he would certainly be cross about such an early return. Evelyn hoped that she could sneak in with this load, and warm her hands by the fire before going back out to find more wood that would warm their drafty little house through the night. Winter had come early, and her clothing was just as unprepared and threadbare as the rest of the farm.

All around were the signs that they had fallen on hard times. From the unmended fences and weed ravaged fields out back to the patches in her dress, everything spoke of overuse and neglect, but nothing more than the body of the girl itself. She was as thin as any of the goats outback, and though she was lovely, with her dirty blond hair and well-muscled limbs, she would have been radiant if her family had enough to eat, and her ribs weren't quite so visible. She was a beauty, just like her mom was before the world had beaten her down. All of this was picked up on by the stranger when he spotted her, his eyes quickly sizing her up like an animal at market before returning to match her father's gaze. He was swarthy man with enough stubble to make the beginnings of a beard and a pinched face. She didn't much care for the look of him, even he she envied his thick coat and wind brimmed hat, so she was doubly disappointed when her father noticed his gaze and turned to notice her. 

"Get over here then," he said, waving her over. "If you can't gather wood like I told you than you can come over here an' meet Mr Lee. We'll talk about the other thing later." If he remembered the threat tonight, he would do the talking with his belt, Evelyn thought, flinching at his words. 

She couldn't help but notice that even though he looked angry while talking to her, her father pasted his least insincere smile back on before turning around to face the stranger. She set the wood down by the door in a neat pile, swearing she could feel Mr. Lee's eyes on her ass the whole time. When she stood up straight again, Evelyn hugged her thin shawl tighter around her, arms across her chest. Even over the wind though, she could still hear them talking, and she blanched a little at how ominous it sounded. 

"Didn't I tell you, Mr. Lee? 35 silver regals is a steep price, but she's worth every copper, yes she is," her father said, sounding for all the world like he was trying to get the last common for a broken horse.

"That she is Roddrick..." Mr Lee started out.

"Call me Rod," her father said, interrupting him. He didn't tell anyone that unless he was about to ask the innkeeper to open a tab. Father. Roddrick. Mr. Pevrel. He didn't get much respect in this world, so he tried to make things as formal as possible whenever he got the chance. 

"Rod," Mr. Lee began again, "she is, but there are tests to do before we can agree on a price."

He nodded, "Of course, of course." She hadn't see her father so agreeable in a long time now, and as she tried to put all the pieces together, it struck her: he was going to sell her. 

Evelyn had been saving her virginity for the right man for her whole life. At eighteen she should have been married by now, but for her father's drinking problem stole away the dowry season after season. Not even the poorest local family here would marry one of their sons to her without some kind of dowry to offset the burden. Evenlyn's mother tried to stay positive about the whole thing. Many nights she stroked her daughter's hair, telling her that spring would bring a handsome man to Evelyn, and success to the farm. But then she always tried hard to stay positive, Evelyn thought, though she quickly amended it with 'unless her father was around,' then her mother, like everyone else in the family, was seen and not heard. 

She had worried she would die an old maid, her rose never plucked, but even that would be preferable to this fate. Evelyn's cheeks flushed as she imagined it indignantly: she could hardly imagine a worse fate than to have her innocence sold to a man by the side of the road for enough money to stay comfortably drunk through the winter. 

She almost turned to run. She would have, if she thought she could have escaped her father, but he would run her down and make her regret the decision. In the end Evelyn walked forward, her body quickly growing numb as she closed the gap. This time it wasn't the cold that caused it though.

When Evelyn reached her father, he put his arm around her shoulders pulling her close, and looking at her in that overly friendly way he only did when there were other people around. Often he was kindest to mother in moments like this as he was bidding guests goodbye, just before he beat her. 

"Now darling, go with Mr. Lee." He said, gripping her shoulder tightly. "You do whatever he tells you to girl."

"But father," She started to protest. Normally she wouldn't dare, but she did see how she would ever be able to meet her own gaze in a mirror again if she didn't try to put up some kind of fight to this horrible injustice.

"No buts darling," he interrupted. "Now you go on, I've got to talk some things over with your mother. We'll all sit down at chat more when Mr. Lee has done his tests." 

With that, he turned, and left her to her fate. 

Mr. Lee smiled nervously, tipping his hat and greeting her "Good afternoon Evelyn."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lee" she responded, curtseying automatically, an action she instantly regretted. 

"Call me Garrett," he said nonchalantly over his shoulder as he turned to the wagon. "It's awfully cold out here for a dress so thin. Come inside, so we can get better acquainted"

This time it was the desire to get warm that overpowered her desire to leave this situation. She could always fight him off after she had feeling back in her hands. With only a moments reluctance, she followed him inside the wagon and shut the door behind her. Inside the space was cramped set up so well that it almost seemed bigger on the inside than it did on the outside. Most importantly though, it was warm. A small brazier holding a few glowing coals sat on the table that dominated the center of the room. It looked like it folded up into the left wall, while a bookshelf filled with odds and ends took up the right. Garrett sat on the other side of the table from her, on the edge of a bed which took up the whole front half of the interior space. The subtlety of that message was not lost on her, but the only thing that stood between her and his lust were that table and a small chair, which she supposed that he expected her to sit on.

Mr. Lee sat quietly watching Evelyn, and for a moment or two she met his gaze evenly, before wilting under it. Instead she sat down and looked intently at the glowing coals. "So what now Evelyn asked," looking at her admirer again, and then quickly away again when her blue eyes and gentle soul were no match for the intensity of his green eyes.

"Now we're going to perform some tests," Garett said lightly. She could hear the smile in his voice without having to see it. "to see if everything your father said about you is true." 

"You mean that I'm a virgin," Evelyn countered, proud that she could get the word out without stumbling over it, even if she couldn't meet his gaze. 

"Well yes, and..." Garrett explained, before Evelyn jumped down his throat.

"That's despicable," she countered, real anger in her voice. "How much of that silver is what you pay for my virginity then? What do you offer for girls that have already danced with a man or two? Half?" She had meant to say fucked. She knew the word and what it meant, but when the time came it was too much for her lips. She had blushed though, eyes firmly fixed on the ground, even when using the politer word instead. 

That blush intensified when he started laughing. She didn't look up at first, but when it changed from a chortle into a full-fledged belly laugh, she felt certain that she had missed something. When he finally stopped, he paused for a moment to breathe and shrugged off his jacket. "Miss – I hate to break it to you, but I've never paid more than half a regal for a woman, and Jeiezsa was an elf girl that could this thing with her... well, you get the idea. It was worth five commons, no question. As far as virginity, I've always found it was easier to charm a maid out of her dress than to pay her to take it off. Surely some of the boys around here figured that out too, no?" 

Evelyn swallowed hard. She wasn't sure if she was more embarrassed at her off base accusation or the truth of his words. This past spring Colton had flirted with her each time she had walked past the mill, and his attentions had made her as wet as the river that powered his family's business. If his parents had stayed out a little longer on that fateful market day, she would have ended up with a belly full of his prick instead of the pie that they had offered her upon their return. 

"I suppose so," Evelyn said, trusting on her embarrassment to hide any trace of the arousal rising up in her. "But if they have, they've never tricked me into lying with them." It was only a little white lie. She had never been taken completely, even if Colton did suck on her little titties some nights when they had been able to sneak out. It was those nights she thought about most with she played with herself after the rest of her family was soundly sleeping. 

"Well then, I suppose we will see," Garrett said. He reached up and pulled a pouch off the shelf next to him. 

"How do you test a thing like that?" Evelyn asked. With a finger, was the first thought that jumped to her mind, though she tried to suppress it. If he tested the claim with his fingers right now, he couldn't help but notice just how wet the thoughts of Colton made her. 

"Magic," he said, pulling a series of stones out of a bag and laying them out on the table in front of him. "Tell me, have you ever heard of the order of Magdalene?" 

She broke away from studying the stones to look at him blankly. He had laid out five in a line not far from his edge of the table, and had one more set halfway between them, just to the side of the brazier. 

"The order of the blue lady," Garrett tried again hopefully. This time he was rewarded by a spark of recognition. 

"Oh, The Blue Ladies." Evelyn answered at once. "Around these parts, that's all anyone calls them. They come through sometimes and cure the sick or tell us how long the winter is going to last." She paused, considering her next words, "Its magic of a sort I suppose, but it's not very impressive." 

"Some can do much more than that," he countered without much apparent interest, as he reached down to fiddle with the gem stones. "Much more." Each one was as big as her fist she thought. They were probably worth more than all the money she had seen in her life, combined. "Some of the ladies help the common people, but many more serve as the first line of defense against the gods below." Garett looked up, no doubt trying to gauge her reaction as he looked into her eyes. "That's why they stand forever apart from the world."

"You mean they have to stay a virgin," Evelyn responded, finally starting to understand where this was going. She was being asked to join the sisters. 

"Well, for so long as they stay a part of the sisterhood, yes, but that's only part of it," Garrett said, snapping Evelyn out of her reverie. "They also..."

"I'll do it," she blurted suddenly, her mind made up. "I'll join. It's obvious that my father prefers silver to the presence of his own daughter." In her mind the choice was a simple one: she could live in fear of her father, or go somewhere else.

He smiled in a way that must have once been charming 20 years ago, before age turned it a shade more sinister than he meant it. "Tisk tisk, not just anyone can just anyone can join. First we must see if you are what we are looking for. Let us switch sides."

Garett got up and began to move around one side of the table, after only a little prompting, Evelyn circled around the other. 

"Even our, how did you put it," Garrett said, pausing to remember the exact quote as he stroked his chin "our least impressive members, all have magic running through their veins. Remember that."

The bed took up this whole side of the room, but at that moment, Evelyn dearly wished that she could crawl into a corner and hide. "Look, I didn't mean..."

"It's fine," Garrett interrupted, pulling a notebook from his breast pocket. "If you come with me on my travels, I promise not to tell your sisters what you think of them." Now let's get started. 

Over the next few minutes, Garett walked Evelyn through a ritual of sorts. She touched each stone when told to do so and did as she was told. Generally, this involved holding certain thoughts in her mind. Sometimes he asked her to think of memories holding great emotion. Sadness. Rage. Lust. Other times he asked her to visualize something a little more specific. A towering storm. A candle flame in the dark. A wolf hunting its prey. Often the stones stayed dark, but sometimes, they would glow with an inner light. Most of them were just a flicker, but at least once, the blue stone shone with enough light to rival the light from the brazier. When they were done, Garett slid the book back he had been scratching away on into his jacket, and slid the pencil behind one ear. 

He regarded her silently, without giving away any hint as to what he was thinking, but Evelyn was buzzing with excitement. Each time there was a glow, she had felt something stir deep inside her, though she had trouble putting it into words. There was a connection there – a power she did not know existed. 

"Well," she prompted him impatiently, "What does that mean. Did I pass?"

Garrett smiled his crooked smile. "You did, you did. The first half at least. You have the gift to be sure."

"What did the different color lights mean?" Evelyn was bursting with excitement. It was hard to believe that ten minutes ago she was terrified.

"There are better people than me to give those answers. I just find the girls, and bring them home," Garett finished. "You'll get the rest of the answers from people wiser than I." Modesty was not his strong suit, but this time it worked for him. "Now we just need to find out if you are a virgin."

Curiosity suddenly warred with modesty as Evelyn's mouth went dry. "Why is that even a requirement," she asked, suddenly daunted. "What does sex have to do with magic?"

"Oh, ho," Garrett laughed, "Does that mean you aren't a virgin after all?"

"It's not that," Evelyn said too quickly, "I just don't understand."

He sighed. "It's like this," he said suddenly serious, "and mind you, this is just the short version. Magic and sex are deeply connected, for most people it is the most magical thing that they are ever likely to experience, but it's more than that. The gods below are always looking for a way into our world, and temptation is how they do it."

Garrett paused a moment and stared thoughtfully into the embers on the table, reliving some inner tragedy. 

"That's why the ladies stay apart from the world. There are a few men too, but they Shepard and protect the women who take the blue so they can do their good works. Do you understand?" 

"I do," she said at last, "but how do you determine such a thing," she said, almost afraid to find out. "Do you need to..." she trailed off, "Check?" It was a lame finish, but asking him if he was going to finger her seemed like a bridge too far. Mr. Lee obviously had a lecherous streak. He might have taken that as an invitation. 

She was relieved when Garett's only answer was to nod to the last stone on the table, the one that had been sitting apart from the rest. Each of them was a different color, and this one was a red so deep that it was all but black except for the edges. Evelyn picked it up, noting that unlike the rest, it was warm to the touch. 

"So what am I supposed to think of this time," she asked, ready to cross this final hurdle. 

"You have to cum," he said flatly, the amusement plain on his face. 

"Excuse me?" Evelyn said. She had to have heard him wrong. "But you said that sex was... The whole point of this is to... I..." 

She quickly became too flustered for words, and Garrett struggled to keep a straight face. 

"I said that purity was important, and that sex was inherently magical" he said as Evelyn scrutinized the gem in her hand, like it might hold the answer she was looking for. "Do you think that the women of the order are made from stone?" 

He laughed. "I could tell you some stories, but not now. Now is time for the final test."

Evelyn sat in silence for a moment, pondering her fate. Good girls didn't play with themselves, certainly not in front of strangers. But the alternative was even less palatable. She had never lived in a world where life without her father was an option before now. It was more exciting than the idea that she might learn to work magic one day. Real magic. 

"Do you think that you could wait outside," she was able to squeak out finally, unable to meet Garrett's gaze.

His only response was to slowly shake his head. 

Evelyn sat frozen for a moment before she could work up her nerve, then eyes screwed shut, she hiked up her skirt to her waist, and lifted her ass to pull down her plain linen underwear to her knees. She reached for her pussy mechanically, and was unsurprised to find that she felt nothing. She had never tried to touch herself without being turned on before, and it was no surprise that cold fingers and a dry sex were not conducive to pleasure. 

For a moment she allowed herself to despair. She couldn't do this. Between the pressure of being put on the spot, and the idea that someone was watching her, it wasn't going to happen. She thought for a moment about trying to fake an orgasm. Girls did that sometimes, she had heard, but the gem squeezed tightly in her left hand would probably betray her. For a brief moment she pulled her right hand from her pussy and admitted defeat, but something inside stopped her. From where she was sitting, she could see a better life, and if this was she had to do to get there, then so be it. 

Earlier in their conversation, Evelyn had started to moisten when Colton had sprung into her mind unbidden. She searched through her mind for those images while lightly teasing her clit with one hand. 

He was a season or two older than her, but with the hard work of loading and unloading carts that his parents had him do every day, he seemed several years her senior. There had been many evenings when her mother had sent her to town to fetch her father from his drinking and bring him back to the table for dinner, when she had seen Colton, shirtless and sweaty, as he loaded 50 pound sacks of milled flower, that weighed half of what she did, into a customer's wagon. She had been caught staring more than once as they rippled and flexed in the fading sunlight. It wasn't until she bumped into him in town one day that his shining eyes or lopsided smile melted her heart though, among other things. 

Just the image of him in her mind caused her pussy to moisten. She slid her finger up and down her slit feeling how wet Colton could make her, before returning to her clit with two fingers. Her hips had not yet started to thrust involuntarily, but they had started to rock from increased enthusiasm of her attentions. Her breathing was starting to quicken, but Evelyn still felt terribly exposed. Even her dream man was failing to elicit the response on her body that he usually did. 


The Warden Stones Ch. 01



After that, she conspired to run into him whenever possible. She couldn't away from the farm that often, but when the county fair had come through he had managed to arrange for her to be separated from her family long enough that had she had gotten her first kiss in the shadow between two brightly colored tents, with crowds milling all around. At the time it was the most amazing experience of her life. His lips had conquered hers in the moonlight, and she had mooned for a week until she could see him again, but she had missed an important detail: she had liked the thrill that anyone might have caught them at. Loved it really. 

She took a quick peak from veiled lids at her observer, and was not surprised to see him watching her. What did surprise her was the electric thrill it sent from her pussy, and up her spine. She let loose the slightest of moans before she could stop it, and her blush deepened as a result. She felt more than a little shame at admitting it to herself, but being watched, now that she was in the throes of passion, made the experience better, not worse as she had thought it would. She wanted her other hand now. Two fingers just weren't enough. After a moment's thought, she stuffed gem she was holding in her left hand in her cleavage so she could put it to better use. 

He breasts were not huge, but when Colton had mauled them behind the mill that day, that had filled his strong hands and left her feeling small and powerless. The gem had no similar effect, but she could feel just as much heat coming off of it as she did off of her lover's sweaty grip. It wasn't glowing, but she could feel a throbbing or a pulsing that resonated with the bursts of pleasure coming from deep inside her, like an echo. 

Setting aside that distraction, Evelyn plunged first one, then two fingers into her pussy, as the hand that teased her clit became a blur. The ache that built inside her whenever she was horny was starting to change into something else. She whimpered, locking eyes with Garrett. The entire point of this exercise was to ensure she was a virgin, but at this moment, she wanted nothing more than to climb on his lap and fuck him in earnest. She bucked hard at her hand at the thought, falling back into the bed. From this angle she couldn't easily see her audience, but she knew that he could see her pussy spread wide. It felt deliciously wicked. 

Evelyn pumped faster. She could feel the wave building inside her, and struggled to stay in front of it. Even as she imagined Colton ravishing her with her eyes closed, she could see light from that gem starting to shine through closed lids. In this fantasy, his parents hadn't come home yet, but they could be home any minute. This only added to the sense of urgency as she unlaced his pants and pulled out his cock. She had never actually seen it of course, they hadn't gotten that far, but in her mind Colton was huge and hard and dripping with pleasure for her. When he spun her around, nipples pressed against the stone walls she could almost feel the cold against them as they hardened involuntarily against the idea of that rough stone wall. She arched her back hard and cried out as he started to push inside her. Her fingers didn't stretch her poor pussy out nearly as much as his dick, but they would have to do for now. 

She was moaning in time with her movements now, as she got closer and closer to release. Evelyn wanted more than anything for her lover to bask in this pleasure with her, but when he finally bottomed out, burying his manhood in her womb she could hold back the flood no longer, and she came hard. This wasn't the first time she had fantasized to Colton. Normally she didn't cum until he did, and was professing his love and filling her with his child. This time though, whether it was her audience, or the glowing gem that illuminated the carriage in pink light, it was hard to say. She came like a spring storm, pleasure flashed like a barrage of lightning, arcing across her body, striking and restriking some places until the nerves were raw and white hot. That same pleasure lingered like the roll of thunder. It was more than a minute before she had any awareness of where or who she was. 

When she sat up, there were no bright lights. Just the dull glow of the embers illuminating the wagon is a soft orange glow. Garrett was counting coins, presumably to trade for her. She had passed the final test. 

Sitting up partway, her skirt hiked up around her waist and pussy exposed, Evelyn propped herself up on an elbow to look at Garrett. "How do you know I passed?" She asked, "How can you tell?"

He didn't look up from his counting. "The color of the light." He sounded vaguely disinterested – like his work was done. 

"Yeah, but what would have happened if I had failed," Evelyn asked. In the afterglow she was bold and wanton, but in a few minutes she would probably wonder why she hadn't covered up just as soon as she had the chance. 

"Well," Garrett said setting down the coins and looking up, he did a double take as his eyes wandered the length of his body before meeting her gaze. "Picture this then," he said, swallowing deeply, "A spectrum with white light on this end representing purity, and the darkest red you can think of on the other representing complete debauchery. If you are the light side, you pass, and if you are on the dark side," he shrugged, "you don't." 

With some reluctance he tore his eyes away from her body and finished putting all the silver into a coin purse. 

"What does pink mean then," Evelyn tried again to get a straight answer. 

"It means you are a very naughty girl," Garrett said over his shoulder as he turned. "One who needs to put her clothes back on." With that he opened the door and stepped outside. The burst of arctic air was always chilling, but on her wet and naked sex, it was like a bucket of cold water on her libido, quickly bringing her to her senses. Slowly she sat up and wondered what she was doing? She had just dared this lascivious old gypsy to take her and complete the fantasy. She shook her head in disbelief and started to pick up the pieces of self-respect, starting with her underwear off the wooden floor. 

After she dressed and made herself presentable, she sat there a moment. Shame and lust warred inside her. She was of two minds as to what had just happened, though not the reason for it. Evelyn's walk to her family's home was brisk. There she briefly exchanged goodbyes with her father, her mother, and younger sister. Only her father looked happy to see her go. She took only a few personal items. Garrett assured her, and the rest of her family that she could leave all her clothing at home, and that she would want for nothing. Her father latched on that as more proof to her mother that this was for the best, but her puffy eyes undermined the brave face that she tried to put on Evelyn's departure. 

In a few minutes they were on the road heading west, and then north. Garrett had a few more towns to stop by before he dropped her off at the abbey he thought she was best suited for.



The Warden Stones Ch. 02



When the sun was low in the sky they finally stopped for the night, pulling off the road miles from where they had started and Garrett dug through trunks on top of the wagon until he found what he was looking for: the blue grey robe of an initiate in the sisterhood. It was more of a shapeless sack than a dress, but it was wool, and looked warmer than what she was wearing, so Evelyn took it gratefully.

"Now you go try that on while I get a fire started," Garett said, waving her away while he unlimbered the horses. 

Evelyn stepped alone into the dim interior of the wagon. It looked no different than her last visit, but this time she felt infinitely more confidant. She laid her new outfit down on the bed and took a long slow look around the room. Other that the bed, the brazier, and the mirror, there really wasn't much to see. There were a few drawers, but looking through Mr. Lee's private possessions would be wrong. Her tour complete, Evelyn shrugged gracelessly out of her dress shivering only a little in the relative warmth of the wagon's interior. She picked up the initiate's habit to put it on, and stopped mid motion with the feeling that she was being watched. A quick inspection of the room reviled that nothing had changed except her nudity, which she caught in the mirror. 

Maybe Garrett was watching, she thought as she regarded herself. On another day, the urge to cover herself at the very thought would have been overpowering, but today she was felt like a new woman. Instead she turned from side to side, enjoying the view the play of her musculature and the sway of her breasts. Her long blond hair tumbled down, almost to her waist, and just as it could not hide the shapely curve of her spine, neither could her underwear entirely conceal her shapely ass. She wasn't the prettiest girl in her village, but she had nothing to be ashamed of either. Evelyn slid her hands down her ribs to her thighs, admiring her pale and flawless skin. The worst part about all of this is that no man would ever get the chance to admire this in person. She shrugged, and then started to put of the robe. Garrett implied that the sisters were no saints, maybe one of them would like to take a closer look. Maybe she would let them, Evelyn thought wickedly. 

Evelyn regarded her reflection in the mirror once more after donning the robe, and was less than impressed. All of her curves, even the flare of her womanly hips were hidden in this outfit. No one would like to get to know her better like this, but what could she do? Wearing an unflattering robe was the least of the sacrifices she had already made. Who knew what they expect of her when she reached their destination. 

Feeling curious, and not yet willing to brave the cold once more, even with the warmer outfit, Evelyn cast an eye toward the bookshelf. It wasn't exactly private, and her curiosity was piqued. She couldn't read, but perhaps there might be some pictures that would give her some clues about her future. Evelyn traced her finger along the spines of the top most bookshelf, and then selected one at random. Other than a few inscrutable geometric designs however, she was disappointed. Frowning slightly, Evelyn placed it back on the shelf, and drew out another at random. It wasn't until the third try that she found a volume with abundant pictures, and her eyes went wide at what they depicted. 

Between the red leather covers of that volume were pictures and writing about the denizens and creatures that served the gods below, there could be no doubt. It wasn't just the evil that was exuded by the drawings, it was the raw sexuality that some of them had. Demons with breasts larger than her head or cocks larger than her arm, or both! Page after page of dark monstrosity dominated the right hand pages, while words and symbols decorated the left. Evelyn continued to flip through the book blindly until a single image arrested her, causing her to gawk, mouth open. The large illustration covered both pages and showed several women bound, suspended, and penetrated by a mass of writhing tentacles. She was so revolted that she could taste the bile building in the back of her mouth, but at the same time, she was turned on enough that she could feel her clit starting to tingle. It was that second reaction, not the first that caused her to slam the book and put it back on the shelf. 

Garrett hadn't stressed much at this point, but the one thing he had was the importance of purity. Before seeing those images she could scarcely have imagined such horrors, now Evelyn would have trouble forgetting them. As she exited the wagon, she wondered why Garrett would even have such a thing. The blue ladies were a real organization. Every school child new that, just like the Paladins of the Verge or The Black Templars. The ladies cared for all of humanity as their children since they had none of their own. 

She looked around for the gypsy and found him some distance away feeding a newly started fire small branches. When he saw her, he waved, and she waved back and started slowly toward him. Was it possible that Garrett worked for someone else? It was hard to say. Evelyn resolved to wheedle it out of him, before the end of the trip. It was possible that her worries were entirely misplaced, after all she had thought that he was spying on her while she dressed, but that would be a difficult trick since he was two dozen feet from the wagon. 

When she reached the edge of the fires glow, Garrett looked up. "It looks nice," he said, feigning surprise. "That's a good look for you."

"No it doesn't, and you know it." Evelyn said, crossing her arms across her chest.

"No, it doesn't," he agreed, nodding, as he turned his attention back the kettle he was setting to boil. "But then, that's the point."

Evelyn couldn't disagree with him there, as she sat down to join him by the fire. He took half a loaf out of the bag that sat beside him, tore it in half and handed part to her. He didn't attempt to carry the conversation any further, and contented himself with building the fire. Evelyn, by contrast, ate greedily and quickly. When she had finished, she sat in companionable silence for a few moments until it wore on her. After that she there thinking about the right question, which was not quick in coming.  

"How did you find me," she decided on finally. 

"Find you,?" Garrett's queried, not even looking up.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you it was bad manners to answer a question with a question," Evelyn retorted. She was usually so bad on thinking quickly on her feet, but this was a line that had often been used against her by her mother's friends, so it was ready on the tip of her tongue. 

"Didn't yours," Garrett said, looking up with a wide grin on his lips. 

It took Evelyn a moment to see figure out what he meant, causing her to blush furiously. In the end she was less embarrassed by the misstep then by the amount of time it had taken her to figure it out. 

"You'll forgive my poor manners," he said finally, "it's a sensitive subject."

"I didn't know..." Evelyn started.

"Of course you didn't, how could you have?" Garrett rubbed his hands together over the fire, letting that question hang in the air. "It's a geas, a curse, that lead me to you, and all those like you. For over a hundred cycles of the moon I have been compelled to wander the roads of the north, seeking out magic. If it is someone useful to one of the orders, then I am to bring it to them, and if it of the gods below then I am supposed to kill it, or die in the attempt." 

"But how do you know," Evelyn followed up. His question had only raised more questions. "You said there is another girl, in the next town over. What does that feel like?"

"It's hard to say," Garrett said pausing to contemplate the feeling and attempt to put it into words "It's just there in my mind - an unerring compass. I usually know if it's a man or a woman, and since there are so few demons or darklings this far north, it is usually farming folk with the gift." 

Darklings was a new word that Evelyn had not heard before, and one that she would file away. She resolved to ask him about it later, but she didn't want to lose this thread of the conversation. She sat in silence a while longer, trying to puzzle out the best way to keep the conversation on this topic going without making Garrett shut down completely. It was evident from his tone and posture that the topic made him very uncomfortable. He certainly didn't seem to mind the silence, as he watched his water start to come to a boil.

"Ten years is a long time," she started again hesitantly. "Did you kill someone?" It seemed the most logical crime to go to such extreme lengths for. 

"No one worth such a fate," he said, laughing. "If you were to tally up the men I have slain over the years, you would find that I was due rich rewards, not a lengthy sentence in service to the orders." 

"Then what did you do," Evelyn asked, perhaps too eagerly.

She was met with only an icy look, as Garrett stared into her eyes across the fire before turning away again to steep hi tea in a large ceramic mug. Once that was done, he held it in both hands and turned to face her once more.

"I seduced the wrong woman," he said solemnly, "and helped her to break her oath."

"Shouldn't they punish her for that then," Evelyn asked, confused. 

"She received a far more severe punishment than I," Garrett said sadly as he added a jigger or two from his flak to his mug. 

"Ten years seems pretty harsh to me," she said, poking the fire halfheartedly.

"Oh, it was, I mean is." He said, pausing to take another long draught. "But truthfully, I don't expect that they expected me to survive even a year when put to such a task. In the ruins where The Arbiter judged me there where more than enough impossible tasks that I should have been killed in the attempt, but I found a loophole and fled north, to more civilized areas." Garrett smiled, "I guess he didn't know how clever the folk of the roads can be."

"What happened to her, to the woman you seduced?" Evelyn knew instantly when she asked the question that she had gone too far. 

Garrett finished his drink, and got to his feet. "Come on then, we'll be getting an early start tomorrow. He walked toward the wagon without waiting for her to follow suit. We she caught up, he was already climbing into bed. When she balked, his only response was that she could sleep outside if she preferred. Given how low the temperatures were falling at night, that wasn't an option, but at the same time, part of her screamed that sharing a bed with a man wasn't either. Evelyn quickly squashed this part of her mind as she climbed into the bed on the other side and pulled the musty blanket up to her chin. 

She had shared a bed with her younger sister for most of her life. This was no different she argued with herself, but she did not relax completely until she heard the sounds of Garrett snoring softly next to her. After all, this was the bed she had cum on earlier that day, how could she not doubt his intentions? Only when she had quieted those last doubts did she finally stop worrying and fall asleep herself. 

When she woke again in the middle of the night, it was that same part of her mind that let her know that it had told her so. As the darkness outside had gotten colder, their unconscious bodies had pulled inexorably together for warmth. It was only natural, it had happened with her sister several times a week, but her sister didn't grope her breasts as Garret was right now. At some point in the evening they had begun to spoon and he had reached around in his sleep to pull her closer. As a result, she could feel her hardening nipple pressing into his firm grip, and worse, his stiff cock pressing into her ass from behind. They were both still fully clothed, so nothing could happen, but even the threat of ravishment was making her moist. 

For the second time today, she almost gave in to lust. It seemed so natural and right in the moment, but step by step she walked herself back from that mental abyss, and delicately removed his had so she could roll away and avoid any awkward questions. The explanations were flimsy things: he wouldn't want to fuck her, the geas wouldn't let him fuck her, she shouldn't give herself to a man she had just met, and so on. The explanations continued inch by inch, back toward sanity until she got to the most important one of all - she wanted to join the sisterhood to learn magic, and chastity was the price of entry. She found it difficult to return to sleep after that argument. As Evelyn lay there in the dark, she knew that sleep would find her much faster if she could cum once or twice, but she couldn't take the risk of waking Garrett. She would die of embarrassment. Reluctantly she waited out her urges and returned to untroubled sleep.

In the morning they set off again, and Evelyn joined Garrett once more on the boxseat. Garrett said nothing, and she doubted that he had any recollection of the events of last night. They rode mostly in silence, and made good time to Eachum. It was the nearest town to the small village of Briar where she had grown up, and was important to her for two reasons. The first was the farthest she had ever been, when her parents had brought her to the county fair last season, and the second were the memories of Colton. They warmed her more than the robe she was wearing, and when they passed by the village square where they shared their first kiss, Evelyn squeezed her thighs together involuntarily. Leaving her dream lover behind was undoubtedly the worst part of this choice, but it's not like she ever would have been able to marry him anyway. His parents never would have allowed it. 

She brooded on choices made and roads not traveled until they pulled to a stop at a farm on the north side of town. It was so similar to the home that she had left behind, that if it had been a little more run down, she would not be able to tell the difference. Garrett asked her to wait where he was while he went to talk to the parents. Evelyn was struck with deja vu repeatedly as she watched the proceedings. A father interested in hearing his pitch. A mother in tears. A confused 19 year old girl escorted into the back of a wagon. It was like she was watching yesterday repeat itself. Evelyn wished she could watch the rest, and see how similarly it played out, but she did not think Garrett would invite her in. Instead she sat their twiddling her thumbs and humming to herself as she wondered just how many times Garrett had gone through this same exercise.

Evelyn sighed in resignation, wondering if she should just take a nap to pass the time when she first heard the muffled voices whispering nearby. A quick look around confirmed that she was still alone, so she put her ear the wagon's wall. That did nothing to improve the clarity, but it definitely sounded like a man and a woman. Evelyn sat there, puzzled at where it could it be coming from? After another minute or two of listening, she decided that the noise was coming from underneath her. Evelyn rose, and warily opened the bench. The last thing she wanted was to get caught snooping after all, but as soon as the bench's lid was open, the sound got louder. She was definitely on the right track.

"...results were positive..." she heard Garret say, as she did more digging. At first she thought that perhaps a crack in the wall was letting noise through, but when she found that the sound was coming from a leather case, that was soon proven incorrect. 

"So that's a good thing, right?" she heard the farm girl say hopefully, when Evelyn opened the case. Inside was a just a mirror. Not only was it the source of the voices she had been hearing, but it was also a window to the events going on inside the wagon. Evelyn's first instinct was to look at the back of the mirror, but it was just a silver frame. She had no idea how it was working, but as she looked again, she could see that it seemed to show her everything that the mirror inside the wagon could see. Garret sat on one side of the table, and it was strewn with gemstones just as it was in her test. His latest candidate on the other hand, was practically naked, and her hair looked frightful; she had gotten into the second test even more than Evelyn did. 

Evelyn smiled wickedly and gripped the frame a little tighter. Somehow that made her feel better about how much she had enjoyed it. "Well," Garett said as Evelyn looked on with interest, "you want the first half of the test to be positive. You show real promise, the second half though..." he trailed off purposefully.

"I told you I was a virgin though," his prospective candidate said crossing her arms defensively over her naked tits. Evelyn couldn't see the face of the girl, but even see didn't believe that the speaker was telling the truth.

"Amandra," Garett said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, "we both know that isn't the whole truth, now don't we."

"But it was only the once with Thom," Amandra started before blanching under Garett's gaze, "Well, maybe two or three times, but he never finished inside me, I swear. He pulled out and sprayed his seed all over my tits." She hefted them slightly, "Can you blame him?" 

Trying to seduce your way out of this already, Evelyn thought to herself that almost certainly meant that Thom wasn't the only one she had had a chance to practice her charms on. Until last night, she would have guessed that such an act might work on Garrett, but with the geas in place, there was no chance... 

"I hate to tell you miss," Garett said, sounding almost like he meant it, "but there is no way you can join the order. The rules are very clear."

"What," Amandra blurted out. She sounded like she wasn't told no very often. 

"Purity of mind and body are required to join..." Garett started, spreading his hands as if there was nothing he could do...

"But what will I tell my parents," Amandra said, the panic starting to show. "They don't know. They think I'm a good girl." 

"Well, there's no rules about purity concerning me," Garett offered up helpfully, leaning a little closer, "I could always give them another reason. There's no need for me to tell them the whole truth..." The way he let those last words hang, so that she could tell him that he would do anything for him to make this right made Evelyn wonder. The tone of his voice and the lust in his eyes certainly made it seem like he was about to have his way with her. But he couldn't could he?

Amandra seemed to get the message too, as she lowered as she made her body language more inviting by lowering her hands to the bed, and spreading he legs slightly. "Just don't cum inside me, she said in a bargaining tone. It's not a good time of the month for me."

Garett didn't need to hear anything else. He got up, walked toward her, and kissed Amandra deeply. For her part, she melted into him without hesitation. Evelyn was envious. She had felt that same urge yesterday, only it had gone unrequited. For a moment they held tightly, both locked in the power of that kiss, and then, as the moment passed, both of their hands got to work. Amandra set to work blindly on the lacing of his pants with the practice that, more than anything that spoke to the number of partners she had been with up to now. Garrett likewise made short work of her dress and was soon pushing a naked woman back onto his bed with practiced skill. 

Evelyn started to squirm as she watched. The moans that Amandra was making now that Garrett had switched from kissing her to sucking on the dark haired girl's pillowy breasts were resonating deep inside of her. He was between her thighs, but only so that he could position himself. This was about him and his dick, not about her. 

"Remember, you have to pull out before... ohhh god" Amandra began to caution before Garrett pushed inside her in a single slow thrust. 




The Warden Stones Ch. 02



"Fuck," she hissed, you are sooo thick. So much bigger than the boys I've been with so far."

Garrett's only response was to grunt, as he pulled out slowly, and began to fuck her in earnest. Evelyn was ready to climb the walls, and the show had only just started. She was giving real thought to diddling herself under the initiates robe, and was checking to make sure that the coast was clear when she spotted Amadra's mother headed this way. Cursing her luck, Evelyn set down the mirror and started walking over to meet her, but she cringed whenever a particularly loud moan escaped the mirror.

Amandra was babbling now, delirious with desire. "Gods yes, suck my tits. Gods, don't stop," at a volume that seemed to echo across the farm yard.

"Yes," can I help you, Evelyn asked the woman, praying that she was hard of hearing. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Yes, YESSS, oh gods, I'm cumming," was the immediate reply as Amadra's voice echoed out from the wagon. 

Her mother seemed not to notice, but Evelyn didn't think it was possible to miss. 

"I was just wondering how much longer the tests will take," she asked, looking worried, "It's just that I'll be starting dinner soon and I..."

"I'm sure they will be done any minute," Evelyn said too quickly. She wanted to get back and watch the show finish before it was all over. 

"Well, okay then," The woman said uncertainly. "I'll just wait a few more minutes then. Thank you sister."

Evelyn swelled with pride for a moment at the unearned title, before it was spoiled by the sounds of rutting. Walking back to the wagon should couldn't help but notice that it was rocking very slightly in time with the moaning and grunting. 

"Mmm, you like that, don't you," Amandra said playfully, "You like how deep you can go inside my tight little cunt." Evelyn's pussy melted in the face of such dirty talk and she quickened her pace. When she returned to the mirror, she could see the shift. Garrett had flipped her over and was fucking her from behind. Her breasts bounced with each savage thrust as Garrett kept a tight grip on her hips. 

"Is this how gypsies fuck then," Amandra asked, between gasps, "Like animals? It feels so naughty."

"Only when we are trying to breed a woman like a mare," Garrett responded, a hard edge in his voice.

Amandra's moans stopped for a moment, but the thrusts continued. "What," she asked, thinking, wanting to have misheard him. "You said you'd pull out."

There was panic on her face now, but she was not yet physically struggling. Evelyn watched, enraptured. Her nipples were hard and her panties, soaked. Maybe he was just kidding they both thought. Maybe he was just trying to get Amandra worked up she thought, before Garrett dispelled all doubt. 

"You said to pull out, little girl." Garett said, his pace quickening, "but you also said that you were a virgin. It's about time someone taught you a lesson in honesty."

Amandra was struggling in earnest now, but in this position, she had no leverage. She didn't want to take the chance of swelling with a child, but the jolts of pleasure that were continuing to wrack her face made it apparent that her body didn't mind the idea. 

"No, please," she said, trying desperately to pull away, even as she moaned between words "my parents will kill me."

Garrett's only response to her plea was a final thrust that slammed him to the hilt inside her, and then he went very still as he filled her with his seed. His partner went limp beneath him, shaking with the aftershocks of an orgasm. Her face was contorted with ecstasy, though it warred with anger and despair. She wasn't alone in quaking. Despite keeping her hands on a white knuckled grip of the mirror's frame in an effort to keep from frigging her clit, Evelyn felt a small series of orgasms race through her when she saw Garrett breed Amandra. 

When he pulled himself off of her, Evelyn gawked at how large his softening cock was, and felt yet another twinge of jealousy. She couldn't even imagine how good it would feel to fuck something of that size, and it was with only a little regret that she realized that she would never find out. 

"You should get dressed," Garrett said, tightening his belt. "So we can go lie to your parents."

That got Amandra up in a hurry, as she whirled around, cum just starting to trickle down her leg. "Maybe we'll tell them the truth, Huh? Maybe we can tell them that you ravished their innocent daughter and had your way with her." Amandra looked very pleased with herself and figuring out this response so quickly, but from the lack of surprise on Garrett's face, it looked like that wouldn't last long. 

"We can do that if you want," Garret said matter-of-factly, "And I can tell him about Thom and what a shame your wasted potential is. If he believes me then I won't even have to kill him in self-defense.

Garrett ended his cutting remarks looking rather self-satisfied, "Though you might wish I had."

Amandra sagged under the weight of those comments and knew that her gambit would almost certainly fail. Reluctantly she bent down to pick up her dress. 

"That's a good girl," Garrett said, as she stared daggers. "Now what you should do is sneak out tonight and meet up with one of your lovers. Someone dark haired and handsome. That way if you do bear my bastard you should be able to convince them easily enough that it is theirs."

As he headed to open the door, Evelyn hurried to put away the mirror and stow it under the seat, even though she desperately wanted to know what Amandra's response would be to such a caddish remark. It had stung Evelyn, and she had never done any of those terrible things. 

When Garret came around the corner a moment later. Evelyn tried very hard to look innocent and bored. "We'll be getting back on the road in a few minutes," he said gruffly, "and she won't be joining us."

Evelyn shrugged, as he escorted his charge back to the house, and while he was gone she tried very hard to think about anything but sex in a vain effort to calm her racing pulse. When Garrett walked back a few minutes later he mounted the cart and picked up the reins, setting them back on the road silently with a flick of his wrist. His quiet bothered her, but Evelyn worried that anything she said would sound incriminating. 

Almost a mile down the road, Garrett finally broke the silence with a question. "How did you know that I wasn't going to bring her with us?"

"Why do you asked that," Evelyn asked, feigning surprise.

"You're a terrible liar," Garrett responded without taking his eyes from the road. "When I tell you something surprising, you should act surprised."

Evelyn was silent for a moment as she considered what her least worst option would be in this case. In the end she opted for honesty. "I watched you, in the wagon."

Garrett reigned the horses to a stop, and spun to face her. "Watched? How did you watch us exactly."

Evelyn had the sinking feeling that honesty was the wrong choice this time. 

"You know," she started, wilting under Garrett's gaze, "with the mirror you keep under the seat. It showed me things. That's why you have a magic mirror, isn't it?"

He studied her for a long moment. So long, that she worried that he might hurt her, and then he slowly started to relax. 

"The mirror isn't magic," he said, snapping the reins and starting the horse moving again.

"Well of course it is," Evelyn started, "it showed me you and her and..."

"The mirror isn't magic," he repeated again, "you are."

Evelyn pondered this. She wanted to deny it again, but he doubted there was a point. "But isn't that why you have it, to do the same thing," she asked, plaintively.

"It is," Garrett said flatly, his mind elsewhere, "but I've had training and years of practice, and you haven't. You shouldn't be able to do such a thing."

"But I did," she said, trying to elicit more answers. 

"But you did," Garrett agreed without elaboration. 

"What does that mean," Evelyn said after a moment, tired of waiting.

Garrett didn't answer, and only stared straight ahead. This reaction worried Evelyn as much as any answer he could have given, and she hugged the robe tighter as she watched the sun set to their left for a few minutes. 

When the last of its gleaming rays fell dim, and the clouds began to fade from bright red to dull purple, that Garrett stopped the wagon and Evelyn finally hazarded another attempt at conversation. 

"Why did you do it," she asked quietly, "Why did try to knock her up?

"I didn't" Garrett said, "looking at her with real sympathy as he got off the boxseat.

"But you..." Evelyn started.

"I didn't try," Garrett said. For once it was his turn to look to the ground in something close to shame. "I did."

"How can you possibly know that," Evelyn asked, genuinely shocked.

"It's another part of the geas," he said defensively, "it is a duty, not a choice."

"Why would someone want you to go around knocking up farmer's daughters," Evelyn asked, he shock bordering on outrage.

"It's not that simple," Garrett said, walking toward the horses to unharness and tether them. "Take you for instance."

"I'd rather you didn't," Evelyn responded reflexively, but Garrett only grinned darkly. The look was somewhere between amusement and predation. 

"You're a young woman about to enter the fullness of her power," he said, trying another tack, "untrained you might hurt someone, or become possessed by the dark powers. Those with the gift must learn to harness it, or they are dangerous to those around them."

"But what does that have to do with Amandra," Evelyn asked skeptically. 

"I told you earlier," Garret said, tying the horses to a nearby tree, "that sex was magic. What is that magic for, if not to bring life into this world? It is summoning at its most innate level. If someone is too corrupted or tainted to join one of the orders than the easiest way to reduce the risk of future problems is to bleed off that potential with a child or two."

He stopped what he was doing and looked Evelyn dead in the eyes, "It's for the good of everyone." 

After that there was nothing left to say, and Garrett turned on his heel and went to bed. Evelyn joined him eventually, when it was too cold to stay outside any longer. She had some much to think about after the events of today that even after she fell asleep the confusion of the day followed her into a troubled sleep.



The Warden Stones Ch. 03



For four more days they traveled up the northern road in near silence. The gloomy weather and monotonous scenery didn't help to lighten the mood. Though there were some evergreens in the groves of maple and beech around their farm, they were now surrounded with them on the trail. Since they left the main road, this road had dwindled to a weedy track marked only by two ruts to differentiate it in places from any other patch of bare ground. Evelyn had spent much of this time lost in her own thoughts. She wasn't exactly angry at Garret after she understood what had happened. Afraid might have been a better word. Amandra had been tested and she had been found wanting. Now her world would never be the same, and if Garrett was right, she thought, then perhaps that was for the best. If her gifts had grown unchecked without guidance than perhaps she would have done damage to everyone in her life, or worse, one of the witch hunters or paladin might have had to someday put Amandra down. 

Evelyn swallowed hard at the thought. 

Just like The Blue Ladies, those warriors featured prominently in many of the fairy tales, and were implacable in their efforts to hunt down and punish evildoers. Witches who had learned to hate just as much as work magic were the terror of children everywhere. Evelyn shuddered involuntarily. Just thinking about Kvendric and her thousand children or the revenge of Rachellete would probably give her nightmares, even years after she had first heard the tales.

The worst part is that it could have been her in any of these scenarios. She could have been knocked up by one of the village boys at any point in the last couple years, and lost the gift a gift she didn't even know she had, she could have fucked Colton without anyone knowing only for Garrett to take advantage of that fact and plant a baby in her belly when his wagon arrived, or worse yet, she could have avoided all of these lesser fates only from shadow to creep in from the woods in the dark of night and steal her very soul. The idea was terrifying. She had been walking a tightrope her whole life and no one had bothered to tell her. 

No one had even known to tell her. That was the thought that had echoed through her mind in these long days of silence. Magic was only a myth in the lives of everyday people, even if it might actually be a fact out in the wider world. The town's priest had intoned dry old stories about morality and damnation in Briar's drafty wooden chapel every week. Even though she and the other girls of the village had attended those services, they had all rolled her eyes and mouthed the right words right along with her. No one believed those stories more than any other stories told around the hearth. Their belief certainly wasn't strengthened any by their priest's behavior. Evelyn smirked. Rumor was that the child widow Damet conceived 2 years after her husband's death was his, and with the way he eyes had roamed 

Evelyn's body as she was growing up, she could believe it. Still, she reflected, if only she had known how important it was she would have been more faithful and reverent. 

Going forward she vowed to do a better job of it. 

Garrett by contrast was as relaxed as ever. He rarely spoke unless he was spoken to anyway, so he was content to keep his own company for the better part of the ride. There were flurries on the second day, but all he did to combat the changing weather was wrap a muffler around his dour face. The only time you could tell he was alive was he flicked the reigns to steer the horses around erosion or rocks. The rest of the time, even around corners, the horses steered themselves. By the third day though, the snow was falling in earnest, and you could no longer see the trail in places under the snow, forcing him to become more involved. At around noon, the sun should have been high in the sky, but it was lost to the gloom. The drifts seemed to be getting ever higher, Evelyn finally broached the subject.

"Do you think we're going to get stuck out here," she asked, more worried about the delay then any danger from exposure or temperature.

"This will all behind us soon enough, Garrett said, not taking his eyes from the road. "This should be the worst of it."

Evelyn was skeptical, but true to his words the snow stopped falling soon enough, and when they stopped for the night, miles up the road, there was almost no snow left on the ground. 

"How did you know," Evelyn queried when they turned in for the night.

"Magic," Garrett responded, in a wholly inadequate way that was probably calculated to irritate her.

"That's not an answer Garrett Lee," she said, peevish enough to use his full name. "How did you really know?"

In as final a response as any, Garrett rolled over in bed, and was soon breathing softly. 

Evelyn lay there in the dark listening to her companion's soft breathing. Had he always been so simple and straightforward about the facts of his life, or had the geas turned him into this man? She supposed that the compulsion to do anything for a decade would make one single minded. Evelyn had always hated to spin yarn and thread, but if she had been cursed to focus her life on that task, then she supposed that she would have time for little else. The only time his personality showed through, she reasoned, was when he was making a sale to a perspective sister or closing the deal on a woman that had failed his test, but that veneer of charm was thin and brittle, cracking easily after days of exposure. Less than a week ago this strange gypsy that had inflamed her lust, but now he affected only pity. She wanted to start her new life as soon as possible, but as she drifted off to sleep, Evelyn admitted to herself that she also wanted to be rid of this one as soon as she got the chance. 

The last day of their trip, it was as if spring had come early. Flowers blossomed, and the temperatures soared for reasons she couldn't comprehend. It made no sense; winter had come early and it was only going to get darker and colder for the next few months, but this place stood in defiance to winter and logic. She had asked Garrett again, more than once about this strange turn of events. At first, his only answer had been to smile and shrug. Later in the day he had removed his jacket and scarf, stripping down to his stained linen shirt that had once been white. He did keep his wide brimmed hat, though if the weather got any stranger he would need that to protect him from the sun rather than the cold wind. Finally, her irritation climbing as she began to sweat in her wool robe. Last week the warmth of the garment had made it her prized possession, but now it was the worst possible choice. 

The scratchy cloth clung to her all over. She had already re-cinched and hiked it several times, loosening it a little more, and cover a little less each time, taking her from immodesty to the point of wantonness. Garrett had glanced at her a couple times in askance, but said nothing. She could probably strip down to her panties, and he would do nothing to stop her. He could look, but the curse he labored under would never allow him to touch her. Wouldn't that be a site she thought, for a merchant to come around the corner and see a gypsy caravan with a wild woman of the road wearing only her panties. 

Evelyn giggled, drawing more disapproval from her chaperone. Let him wonder, she though flippantly.

"You might want to get yourself a little more put together than that," Garret spoke up, not bothering to lift his eyes up from the road.

"Oh yeah, afraid someone will see me?" Evelyn sounded confident as she turned to face Garrett, but that was only to conceal her surprise. He hadn't said that many words in days. Not even when she was trying to start a conversation.

"No, but you might," He said, pointing to the horizon, and just east of their current path "If you had the sense that the gods gave a horse." Evelyn followed his finger down the path, up the foliage, and across the tree line until she saw what he was pointing out. Initially she thought that it might be a distant mountain peak, but a bit more study soon resolved it into a building.

"Is that where we're going," Evelyn asked excitedly, looking from Garrett to the tower and back again. 

"Aye," Garrett nodded slowly, "and they are a lot stricter than me about how to handle things, so I would practice being the prim and proper young lady I first met, and not the little wanton she has become." At first Evelyn was scandalized by his sharp words, but when she looked over she could see that he was smiling in jest. He was good at that particular trick. 

Nonetheless she put her robe back on properly, and rec-cinched it at the waist properly in a manner more befitting of one of the sisters, but she never took her eyes off the grey peak of her destination. 

Occasionally it would disappear behind a tree that stood out higher than the rest, but each time it would return ever so slightly larger than before. Before long she could see its base, or perhaps that of some other building a couple miles down the road. Concerns about the heat were long gone as her imagination began to run away with itself. She imagined banners still too small to see waving from the battlements, a complex of buildings for the self-sufficient sisterhood to call home larger even than Holstein manor south of town, and all surrounding a beautiful church to pray in. The church in her mind was not a small temple like the one in Briar. It was one of the huge cathedrals that Brother Ricardo sometimes sketched, with tall pillars, soaring buttresses, and dazzling stained glass. Deep down Evelyn knew that there was probably no place in the world as lovely as the one she imagined in her mind, but that wasn't important. For those last few miles she allowed herself to get lost in her day dreams about how much more she would have to eat, and of all the wonderful friends she would make.

When the wagon finally pulled to a stop in front of the open gates, Evelyn was more than a little disappointed. This was not at all what she imagined. Beyond the gate and gate house were a small cluster of buildings surrounding a barrel tower that rose five stories into the air, tapering only at the very top. Some of those small buildings had fallen over, and others looked like they were long abandoned and about to share the same fate. The tower looked solid at least. It was a plain and ancient building, and it looked like it would make a more appropriate home for a band of warriors, than an order of priestesses. 

More than anything though, it looked abandoned. There were no banners, and no stained glass to be seen. Not even people made themselves immediately apparent.

After overcoming her initial disappointment, Evelyn turned to Garret. "Why aren't you coming in," she said, waving her hand at the open gate. 

"Because Malchedemus likes things done a certain way," Garrett said, hopping down from the wagon to a large knocker on one of the gate posts. Garrett griped the ancient looking brass ring that was large around than her head, and beat it three times against the stone.

"Wouldn't a bell make more sense," Evelyn asked helpfully.

"None of that now, girl," Garrett said, waving her forward over his shoulder, "Now you just get down here and do what you're told."

Evelyn considered several retorts as she climbed down from the wagon, but decided against all of them. She stood silently by Garrett's elbow for several minutes. Eventually though, the waiting chaffed at her. 

"Who's Malchedemus," she asked quietly. 

Garrett didn't answer, but a door opened in the gate house and the slow and purposeful stride of booted feet and plated mail descended slowly toward them. Evelyn had no idea what to expect in a guardsman of this place. Templars? Warrior women? Eunuchs? Anything was possible at this point. When a grey bearded man in a knight's regalia rounded the corner that seemed as good an answer as any. He was in decent shape, and only a little thick around the middle, with sinew and muscle still showing in his neck. His face was lined with age, and his red nose provided the only contrast to his tight jaw and well-trimmed iron beard. 

The rest of him was covered in armor and though Evelyn didn't know about such things, it was much like him, old and in good repair. 

As soon as he caught Garrett, Malchedemus scowled. "You again," he called out, as he continued tromping down the stairs. Weren't you here just last season, you old thief? Trying to pass a farm girl off as a material for the order?"

"Last year, lord commander," Garrett said turning to face the new arrival, and addressing him as respectfully as he had ever heard him address anyone, "and I imagine that she is settling in nicely."

Malchedemus broke into a smile as he reached the courtyard. Three strides later he was in front of Garrett, hand extended in friendship. "Too right she is. Avanelle has a green thumb taller than this tower. If she keeps up at this rate she'll be heading out to the wastes to make them bloom again in no time." Garrett took the proffered hand, and Malchedemus pulled him, apparently unexpectedly into a bear hug that held for two or three awkward moments too long. "It's been too long my friend, too long. Tell me," he said, finally turning to face Evelyn. 

Malchedemus reached up to grab her chin, causing her to flinch, though not quickly enough. He turned her head to both sides slowly, scrutinizing her as Garrett chimed in.

"I found Evelyn on the outskirts of Briar," Garrett started, "not far from another girl who didn't pass the tests in Eachum." 

At the mention of the girl that didn't pass, Malchedemus smirked, "Ah - local girls then. How is it a blood hound like you missed them before?"

"You know what the ruins do to my talent's lord commander," Garrett said, answering his question "Evelyn has a broad gift and..."

"...and it looks like she will fit in around here just fine," Malechedemus said, releasing her. "Welcome to Blackwatch Abbey, Evelyn. Sally, will escort you to see to see the Abbot and give you a quick tour of grounds." At the mention of her name, a young woman came out of the gate house, and sprinted to her master's side. That eagerness to please the larger man told her all that she needed to know about the larger man's temperament. 

"Sally, escort Evelyn to see the Abbott if you would be so kind," The lord commander said before turning to face Garrett, "and as for you, let us go upstairs and ... settle up."

Evelyn smiled politely, but it was hard to miss the subtle slur in the paladin's voice, and impossible to miss the smell of alcohol wafting off of him. Sally quickly walked one direction, and Malechedemus and Garrett went in another. As Evelyn watched them walk slowly up the stairs to the gate house, she wondered whether or not he got paid any more than her father had idly as they crossed the courtyard. Sally walked on in front of her at a quick pace. She didn't say anything, and only looked back once or twice to make sure that she was being followed. She was a pretty girl in a summer dress, and not the habit of the sisterhood, which was odd, but perhaps they dressed more casually at the Abbey then they did when traveling through the rest of the world. That was a pleasant thought. The wool she was wearing had gone from hot to sweltering. 

"So how long have you been with the sisterhood," Evelyn asked, trying to make pleasant conversation. Sally glanced at her over one shoulder, and rolled her eyes but didn't stop walking. 

"That's the first question you girls always ask." Sally said over her shoulder. "You see a woman and you assume she's one of you lot. Well, I ain't. I'm just here to serve the brothers for a year or two. After that I'll be on my way."

"That makes sense," Evelyn said after mulling over her words for the length of a few strides. "I thought that would have been the job of the sisters, but I guess we'll be too busy with our studies..."

Sally stopped at the door, laughing. 

"You silly little tart," Sally retorted, one hand on the knob of the door. "You'll find time to serve them their tea and supper. You'll even do their laundry," Sally said turning toward Evelyn. She bit her lip suggestively, looking at the newest initiate through veiled eyelids. Sally was clearly very pretty. "But there are some services you ladies just aren't allowed to provide."

With that revelation ringing like a thunderbolt, Sally opened the door and led them both inside. As she closed it again, the sound of it scrapping and settling into place echoed down the hallway.

"You're a prostitute?" Evelyn whispered that forbidden idea as quietly as she could and still be heard over the ruckus. 

Sally pushed Evelyn back against one of the walls, the move was so unexpected that she offered no resistance, and then she leaned in until her short auburn hair tickled Evelyn's nose. "Before this job I fucked any man with a few commons around the docks of Amaranth, and that made me a whore." Where Evelyn's whisper was only barely muted surprise, Sally's was the steel of a barely concealed threat. "Here I fuck two or three after I clear the dishes or clean the floors because the men of this tower have had to spend yet another day around high strung little sex fiends like you and your sisters. 

Evelyn squirmed in Sally's grip, having only the smallest advantage in size over the woman, but her intensity was magnetic as the two locked eyes while she spoke. "So the next time you hear me cry out while Brother Gerard is fucking me in his bedroom," Sally said slowly, pausing for effect "or I'm walking funny after spending a night with Malchedemus, remember: if you give me any shit about it I'll find a way to shirk my duties and see how long it takes for them to go looking for another source of comfort and release." 

Sally practically spat venom as she pronounced those last three words, and then suddenly the encounter was over as quickly as it had begun, with Sally sashaying down the hall purposefully and Evelyn still leaning against the wall. When Sally got to the end of the hall she stopped only for a moment, "Come on then, we mustn't keep the Abbott waiting," Sally called out before continuing on without a hint of admonishment or rancor in her voice. 

Evelyn hurried to catch up.

The tour that followed as they made their way slowly up the tower was a whirlwind at best and totally inadequate for the size of the place. Decorations and landmarks were minimal and each hallway seemed to look like all the others. As Evelyn struggled to keep up, she had no idea how she would keep from getting lost. The first floor was devoted to kitchens, store rooms, armories, and the main dining hall; though they weren't going down there at the moment, Sally pointed out that the well and bathing facilities were in the first sub-basement just below. The second and third floors were devoted to the cells of the sisters. In the hierarchy junior sisters slept on the lower floor, and senior sisters slept on the higher one, even though there was enough room for either group to stay together on a single floor. Walking through those levels, Sally had briefly introduced her to Liliana and Belle as they walked by, distracted by their own business. Neither had time for Evelyn, sparing her not much more than a glance before they were gone again around another corner. 

On the fourth floor were libraries and rooms devoted to training. Here Evelyn walked around a corner running into a blond girl a head shorter than her. As Evelyn stopped to help her get to her feet, she was struck by just how beautiful the strawberry blond girl was.

Evenlyn looked around, and saw that Sally had continued on at her manic pace without stopping to wait for her. "I'm so sorry," she said, fumbling for the right words in the face of such beauty. "I was just..."




The Warden Stones Ch. 03



"First day here, right," Tandy asked, unperturbed. "Don't worry about it. I'm Tandesra," she paused, smiling, "but you can call me Tandy. Everyone else does." Her smile was infectious, lighting up the dreary hallway, and even though it might just be because Tandy was the first person her that seemed genuinely kind, Evelyn felt an almost instantaneous connection. 

Before Evelyn could figure out what to say next though, Sally came back. "Oh, come on Evelyn," she said, beckoning impatiently with one hand, "You're not the one that the Lord Commander will skin if this takes all day." 

"Sorry again," Evelyn said apologetically, "I have to go see the Abbott."

Tandy's smile lost just a little bit of its warmth, even though she tried to hide it. "Good luck then," she said somewhat cryptically. "I hope to see you later."

Evelyn rushed to catch up with Sally, but spent the rest of the tour parsing over those words and that delay. What exactly did it mean? She supposed that she would know soon enough. The Abbott, along with 

Brother Gerard and Malchedemus lived on the fifth floor, with a commanding look of the whole area. Evelyn paused at an open set of windows to take it all in. She looked out to the road that Garrett had taken to get her here, and beyond she could practically see the line where snow started in the distance before Sally urged her along again. 

And after a dizzying tour, they were here at last: the door to the Abbott's office. Sally knocked three times, and waited for the Abbotts thin voice to grant them entry. Evelyn had half expected grandeur, but his room was as plain as the rest, of the building. The scrollwork on the desk and shelves were the only evidence of any finery but the place smelled of dust and old books like so much of the areas they had toured.

"Welcome, both of you," the Abbott said, not rising from his chair. Sally paused in the center of the room, and curtsied, and Evelyn was quick to follow suit. 

"Your holiness," Sally said, "allow me to present the latest initiate, Evelyn. Garrett brought her by this morning."

"Ah, Garrett," the Abbott said, smiling, "I trust he is well?"

"He is, your, umm holiness sir." Evelyn stammered, nervously. 

"Child," the Abbott said, beckoning, "Come here so that I can see you. These old eyes aren't what they used to be." As Evelyn stepped forward she looked to Sally for guidance, but the chambermaid only gestured with her head, trying to hide her annoyance.

The Abbott took Evelyn's free hand in both of his when reached him and squeezed it warmly with his thin skinned fingers. He would have been her grandfather's age, if she had one. It would be rude to guess, but he had to be pushing 50 or 60. He still had most of his hair, even if it had turned white, and his eyes still glittered when he spoke. His body might be failing, but his mind certainly wasn't.

"Please, please - take a seat," he said, gesturing for Evelyn to take a seat across from him at the table. "Sally, be a dear and grab the red box for me, and then leave the two of us alone for a while." Sally made quick work of her task, and soon Evelyn was alone with the old man. She sat uncomfortably in the silence while he studied her, looking at her feet after trying and failing to maintain eye contact. 

"Evelyn," he said at last, "I'm delighted that you have decided to join our order. You must have so many questions." 

Evelyn looked up furtively, before nodding.

"Well then, why don't you tell me about yourself, and then I can tell you about the order, and then if you have any other questions, I will try to answer them after?" The Abbott said, steepleing his fingers on the desk in front of him. "How does that sound?" 

"Okay," Evelyn said, not much louder than a whisper. "My name is Evelyn. Evelyn Pevrel. And I grew up in Briar." As she went, she gained confidence and volume both. She might not know much about where she was, but who she was a familiar enough topic. "My family was small, but we had enough to eat most nights," she said with some small pride, "but when Garrett came in to town last week to test me, I knew I just had to take a chance at becoming something more." It seemed strange to be telling a wizened old man that she had masturbated in front of complete stranger to be sitting in this chair now, but then, she supposed the rest of the girls here had too, except for Sally, she quickly amended. "And now, here I am..." Evelyn trailed off not sure what else to say. 

The Abbott only smiled and nodded slowly. "A local girl then. Good, very good. Did Garret or anyone else explain to you what the order is, or why this abbey was built here? 

"I've heard of the blue ladies before," Evelyn shook her head, "but as to the rest..."

"I understand. There will be plenty of time for all of that later. We have whole books on the subject." He paused. "Do you know how to read by any chance." 

Evelyn shook her head again. 

"Well, then that will be your first undertaking. You'll never learn to master the full potential inside you if you can't read the accumulated wisdom stored here," the Abbott said, gesturing to one of the bookshelves expansively. 

"The reason for the order is as you expect I imagine: we find, train, and harness the talents of young women such as yourself, and then send them out into the world to wherever they can do the most good. The BlackWatch Abbey is here for an entirely different purpose." The Abbott paused to take a short sip from his glass. "Go look out that window, and tell me what you see."

Reluctantly Evelyn got up and walked to the window. The view here was even better than the one she was denied a few minutes ago. 

"I see snow, in the distance, but none here," Evelyn said, looking back at the Abbott expectantly, "Is that what you wanted me to see? I wondered about that on the way here." 

"Keep looking child, and you will soon answer your own question."

Evelyn turned back and looked again, her eyes ranging closer to the building, eventually her gaze set upon what the Abbott sought to direct her attention to, a black chasm almost half way between the base of the tower and the horizon. It stood in stark contrast to the rocky meadow that surrounded it, and looked anything but natural.

"That is one of the last known rifts that connects our world to the lower realms," the Abbott interjected, seeming to know exactly what she was thinking. "It is the reason these lands are warm in winter, and the reason this tower stands here at all. After the sundering it was more than a mile wide, and it took several armies just to patrol it."

"How do you close something that big," Evelyn asked, not taking her eyes off of the rift. 

"Very slowly, with wards and patience and the dedication of women like you. We will teach you all you need to know. Tell me - do you know much about demons?"

"No your holiness," Evelyn answered honestly. Even if her mind jumped immediately to the illustrations she had seen in Garrett's wagon, saying she knew something about what she saw would be an overstatement. 

"Please, there is no need for such formality when we are alone," the Abbott chided, "In situations like this you may call me Brother, or Brother Issrick - we are all of one family now, or soon will be at any rate."

"Soon?" Evelyn asked, turning to face the Abbott, a look of confusion on her face.

For his part, the Abbott waved off the question. "Demons are the servants of the dark gods below. I'm sure you've heard about some of them in fairy stories, but those stories don't do them justice. They are terrible beyond knowing, and it takes a certain kind of person to stand up to that sort of darkness."

"Close that window and come here child," The Abbott said, waving Evelyn to sit once more. When she had done what he asked, he finally opened the red wooden box that had been sitting on his desk. 

"You are here because you have walked through the world for your first two decades pure and uncorrupted by the world around you," the Abbott started, sounding hesitant for the first time in this conversation. 

"And if you were going to an another abbey with less risk, this test would not be required of you," he said cryptically. Inside the box were four small vials. Three were full of ink, and one was half empty.

Evelyn fidgeted, growing increasingly uneasy at wherever this was leading. 

"Four decades ago was the last confirmed sighting of a true lesser demon in this part of the world. It corrupted two paladins, four sisters, and the former Abbott before it was brought low." The Abbott, paused a moment in reverence to his fallen comrades. "The moral of that sad tale is that their kind should never, ever be underestimated." 

"Your holy... Brother Issrick," Evelyn asked, trying to politely reign in his ramblings, "What does this have to do with a final test? I thought I had already passed those requirements before." 

"Ah yes," the Abbott said, refocusing, "the test." His hands trembling only slightly he reached for the half empty vial, opened it, poured a drop onto the wick of the burning candle, before re-stoppering the vial, re-stowing it in its case, and secreting the case away in one of his drawers. The smoke that curled away from the candle flame smelled of cinnamon and blood. 

"The demons I was referring to before" the Abbott began again after a moment of silent prayer, "Every part of them is dangerous, which you will see shortly. No doubt you are already beginning to feel its effects." 

"What do you mean, brother," Evelyn asked plaintively, "I'm not sure what you are talking about." But she could feel what he was talking about. Her pulse had started to beat harder, and her thighs had started to squirm under to habit as her pussy began to feel that familiar itch.

"Even if a demon is dead and chopped to pieces, it's blood can still be dangerous," the Abbott said slowly and deliberately, pushing himself slowly back from the desk. "What you are feeling now is a fraction of a drop - one-part blood to ten parts water, burned into a small puff of smoke."

"What is it you want me to do exactly," Evelyn asked, squirming in earnest now. Her mouth was dry, and her skin was starting to flush even more than the robe she was wearing could account for. 

"All you need to do is leave the room with your virginity intact and you will be welcomed into the sisterhood." Towards the end the Abbott slowed his words, clearly fighting his self-control. He was obviously feeling the same effects that Evelyn was. 

Limbs shaking with need, she slowly rose to her feet and started walking toward the door she had come in. If that was all it took, then she would show him will power. She was more than a little disappointed to realize that the door was barred from the outside when she reached it though. 

"Very good, Evelyn," the Abbott said, offering what encouragement he could. "Escaping temptation should always be your first instinct. 

She slumped against it despairing the hope that it would ever be so easy. She was on fire now. Her nipples were so hard they ached and that ache was connected directly to her dripping pussy. She pounded on the door with her fists in frustration, but even the pain of the blows as her knuckles connected with the wood seemed to echo sympathetically in her clit. 

"What is it you want from me," Evelyn cried out in frustration as she turned to face her tormentor. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Endure, child," the Abbott said through tight lips, "Endure." He had moved his chair so that where he sat was now in plain view, and his lap was no longer hidden by the desk he sat behind. 

Evelyn's mouth had gone dry the moment the test had started, but once she saw the Abbott's grey cassock being pushed up by a raging erection, her mouth started to water just like her pussy. It was all too much for her. Days of frustration punctuated by sorcery that made her soul burn with lust was too unfair. With only the smallest hesitation, Evelyn peeled off her wool garment displaying her nudity proudly. The cold shiver that rolled through her body when it finally made contact with fresh air was almost as pleasurable as watching the Abbott's Adam's apple bob up and down as he slowly swallowed, he eyes locked on her tits. 

Evelyn slowly walked towards her target, intentionally exaggerating the natural sway of her hips as she made her way across the room. She dripped sex appeal, literally, as her sodden panties could control her lust no longer. Evelyn's eyes were dilated, her heart was pounding, and her skin was flushed. Her whole world had drawn down to a single point: an aged and wrinkled cock that she wasn't supposed to have. She would have preferred anyone else. In her mind's eye images of Colton pinned her to the wall and took her roughly, but that only stoked the fires inside her. Hastily she pushed him from her mind and soon found Garrett's fat cock taking his place, which didn't help to curb her lust at all. She tried to think of other men, men that she had never been attracted to, including her drunk of a father in an effort to cool her ardor and slow her advance, but each time the man in her mind ravished her and she found she liked it. She went further, searching in vain for anything that might take her time off of sex. Nothing worked. Simple household chores or children's stories morphed into orgies: Evelyn simply could not control her own mind. She had come so far and was about to lose all of that to a geriatric prick in spite of her best efforts. 

She was only a few feet from her target when she tried to bargain with her lust. "You said I had to keep my virginity," Evelyn said sensuously, her voice low and husky, "but there's no rule against looking, or touching, right your Holiness?" The emphasis on that last word was particularly twisted as she closed the last few feet, eyes locked soulfully with the Abbott's. 

"I've told you the rules child," he said through gritted teeth, "and can offer no further guidance."

"Fair enough," Evelyn said, arching her back sinuously. She dropped the robe she was wearing down at his feet and hefted her breasts with both hands. Kneading the sensitive flesh between her fingers and reveling in the feelings her grip cascaded across her sensitive skin. If she didn't stop she could probably cum from this sensation alone, Evelyn thought from behind the pink haze of lust she was wrapped in. Wouldn't that be a sight, she mused, but then that wasn't what she really wanted to see... "I suppose that if you get to see all this, then it's only fair that I see what I'm missing out on too."

With those words, Evelyn sunk to her knees and spread the Abbotts cassock aside revealing underclothes straining to contain a raging hard on. She gasped, and reached for it with her right hand. On Evelyn's face was expression more suited to religious reverence than sexual desire, nothing in the world or below it could stop her left hand as she slowly reached down caress her poor little pussy. It had been screaming for attention for what felt like hours, and now with a fat cock almost in hand it was so hard to keep resisting. 

Evelyn lacked the experience to say whether or not her partner was well endowed, but it looked big on his small frame and even bigger in her small hand. This was the first prick she had ever touched, and the way pre-cum was boiling out of the tip was dangerously erotic. It took all she had to fight the urge to stand back up and sit down on his prick instead, and even so she might have given into that urge too, except that the moment Evelyn touched her straining clit her knees buckled spontaneously in a series of small orgasms. Instead she did what came naturally an extended her tongue. 

It was rumored that Bethany used to take care of some of the boys with her mouth. When Evelyn heard that rumor in her younger years, her face had screwed up at the very idea. Who would want to put something like that in their mouth? But now, inches from the crotch of a holy man, reveling in the smell of his musk, she struggled to find a reason not to. The taste of his pre-cum on her tongue was hard to describe. It was a little bit sweet, a little bit salty, and very erotic. After only another moment of delay, she inhaled the whole thing without preamble and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath - it was the first crack in his self-control, and hopefully not the last, Evelyn thought, revealing in her power.

What she lacked for in technique she made up for with enthusiasm. As Evelyn bobbed up and down on the Abbott's cocks she was soon rewarded with the first spurts of cum. He was on as much of a hair trigger as she was. Her pussy started to spasm around her fingers once more as she tasted her reward, but as good as it felt, it didn't satisfy. Like the drunk who's thirst became more insatiable with every drink, she was losing her fight with lust. Regardless, she tried even harder to pull another orgasm from the cock of her partner. Evelyn didn't know exactly what to do, but anything that made him squirm even slightly was repeated. 

Before long she was swirling her tongue expertly around his dick and using her hand to increase the stimulation even more. It was a good thing, Evelyn considered, that in the urgency, no the need, to inhale his cock prevented her from speaking. If she could say what was on her mind right now then she certainly would have lost all of her remaining dignity. 

By his second orgasm, she felt drunk on the Abbott's cum which spurted with the volume and force of a man half his age. By the third his hands were threaded through her long blonde hair and he was repeating a prayer in a barely audible whisper. She had never felt more powerful in her whole life than that moment. His powerless attempt to resist her even though he knew that he couldn't by supplicating himself to the gods made her redouble her efforts to break him, even though it was taking longer and longer to get him hard after each attempt. By the fourth orgasm his cum was dripping down her chin and in between her breasts. After that, no matter how much attention she lavished on his drooping member, she could not make it rise again. She looked up at him with wide eyes, expecting chastisement, but there was no judgement there, just understanding and the slow smolder of lust. 

"Very good child, very good." The Abbott said slowly, obviously in more control of himself than he had been the last twenty minutes. "Your first reaction should always be to remove yourself from temptation, your second should be to control yourself, and your third should be to eliminate the temptation if possible. That, in essance, is what you did. When you look back on this event remember that, and remember that there was no way a novice like you could ever resist such things." He stroked her hair, trying to calm Evelyn down, but her fingers were still in her sex and there was still wildness in her eyes. "We'll get you cleaned up, and put to bed, and tomorrow we will start your life anew."