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Kansas shook his head, moaning as he lowered his elbows to the table while she dug into a particularly stubborn knot.
“She and a few others like her helped to create this world. She was a friend to all creatures great and small. She even fought her own kind when they tried to enslave the population.”
“She fought slavery, then created pleasure droids? That sounds…complex.”
Pan laughed. “She didn’t create us. She aided the king’s great grandfather, the first and wisest of the Crow Warriors, in defeating a powerful enemy. In return for his aid, the GW gifted him with new life. She used her spindle and spun his flesh and those of his people into gold and infused them with a bit of her magic as well. It gave them strength, longevity and mastery over this world.”
Kansas frowned. Spun flesh into gold?
“One day she simply disappeared, no one’s quite sure why, and that was when they realized she’d given them one last gift—her book of knowledge. In it was a crude template that they eventually used to make us.”
Kansas whipped around, his clanking chains reminding him of his current situation. “Wait, I’m still on that first part. She spun them into gold? What were they before?”
When Pan pointed to an oil painting near the fireplace, Kansas blanched. No. No fucking way. “What the hell kind of twisted fairytale have I fallen into?”
Z stepped out from the shadows. “You recognize him. How?”
Kansas instinctively dove for the wizard. Unfortunately the chains didn’t reach that far.
“You bastard. ‘Say no’, you said. ‘The only way to get home’?” He sneered at them both, chains rattling when he crossed his arms defiantly.
“I’ve been slipped some kind of drug, haven’t I? You’re playing with my mind. How can he be real?” Kansas pointed to the painting. “He’s a character from a children’s story for crying out loud. The next thing you’ll tell me is the lion and the tin ma—” He looked at Pan, and swallowed hard. “How can any of this be true?”
The king and all of his men were… He couldn’t even think it. It was like admitting he had a hard on for a bale of friggin’ hay.
Okay, that’s beneath you.
Z waved his hand and a cloth cover appeared to drape over the painting. “Calm down, Kansas, please. You’ll hurt yourself.”
He stepped closer, his expression thoughtful. “Humans from Earth have been in stories our parents told us as children, as you heard the king mention. I suppose it makes sense that you would have stories of us as well.”
Kansas shook his head wryly. “We don’t have stories about you. Him? Sure. But I’ve never read anything about horny cats, hot wizards or sex bots.”
“Our stories didn’t mention anything about beautiful, blue-eyed men from Iowa.”
Kansas scoffed. “Don’t try to get on my good side, Z. I’m on to your game. There’s no need to worry. I have no plans to get between you and your king.”
Z’s smile was dark and sinful. “But that’s exactly what I want.” He glanced over Kansas’s shoulder. “Pan. Have you been in contact long enough to show him your special talent?”
“Yes. And you were correct about his preferences as usual.” Pan walked around Kansas until he could see her clearly. She smiled. And then her body began to morph.
“Holy shi— What is she doing?”
“Pan was made to give you whatever you want. To be whomever you want.”
Kansas didn’t like the sound of that. And as Pan’s silver hair disappeared from her head, her breasts turning into a broad, muscular chest, he realized where this was going. Within moments Pan had, apart from “her” distinctive color, taken on all the physical attributes of the king.
And the king was naked.
“Did you tell her to do this?” Did Fenna or Lenard tell Z about what the water had done?
“He doesn’t understand, Pan.”
Pan smiled the king’s smile at Kansas. “The wizard added a few special tweaks to our original template. One of them is the ability to sense your inner desires, who and what you most want, and then become it.”
“Neat trick.” He was having a hard time concentrating. Seeing that body so close was affecting him. He knew it wasn’t really the king. But parts of him didn’t seem to care. And there was no hiding his reaction from the others. “Now change back.”
Z stripped off his shirt, tossing it in a heap behind him. “Not quite yet, Kansas Frayne. Not until Pan gives you the release you’ll need to resist the real king.”
