Lost Empire 87 - Sex Stories

Lost Empire 87

... feel them, thank you Johnathon," came Bee's voice. "I promise you sister of my Lord sir, I will not allow him to do this again. The bond will help me to prevent it."

A relieved Lucie nodded, "then you really are like you are married!"

Bee went through what she knew from Hartwell's thoughts, "perhaps. Though we are closer than just marriage. We are linked to keep are lifeforces stronger. Many of our thoughts are linked also."

Lucie giggled a moment at the look of bewilderment on her brother's face. "I'm seeing the strangest things," Hartwell said.

"Unfortunately, you are seeing my life, such as it was before I met you," Bee said.

"Damn," Hartwell said as he laid back. "This is going to take getting used to." Then a growl issued from his throat, "I hope that you repay those bastards for what they have done," he said. "I am about ready to go to full-fledged war against the male population of the Tendraxians. What I am seeing is nothing short of physical and mental slavery," Hartwell nearly shouted.

Derrick smiled, if he could get Hartwell to control his rage, the plan he had would work. "Believe me, we have a plan that should deal more than justice. Admiral, remember that not all males were like the majority. It wouldn't do to destroy those that were in fact trying to help, true?"

Hartwell thought a moment then felt his rage start to dissolve. "That is true, though, how to separate them from the others."

Derrick looked back at Mary, who was nodding her ...

... head. "Oh, I think we have a way to do that."

Hartwell sighed then nodded, "Okay, if you say so sir."

Kimon stopped a moment before the door of the Rilcon order building. "So, they sent the weak hoping to weaken us," Kimon shook his head. "Disgraceful, to sacrifice half your clan against superior opponents. Especially when it is only to determine strength." Looking at Onai and Greeson, he continued, "perhaps it is time. Time to rid existence of their evil."

Onai and Greeson could see the look of displeasure on Kimon's face. "Mate," Onai started. "As has been passed down through the clans, this was not what the art was created for. It is the place and duty of all of Jitaku to preserve the art as it should be."

Kimon drew a deep breath. He knew all that she said was true. This was the only reason he was still moving forward, still killing like this? Had never sat well with him.

"I can feel that there are almost as many as you have met within the building," Kimon said. He turned toward Greeson, "you have expanded more energy than you should have. Stay on the edge, your energy replacement is also slower than it should be." Kimon had a frown on his face, then vanished, there was a fluttering around Greeson from head to toe.

Kimon appeared a moment later with several small darts. Greeson bowed, I thought I had gotten all of them, apologies master," Greeson said.

"Hmmm, only twenty, plus you are still maintaining most of your energy. Better my Gakusei, as I have ...