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“I keep my blaster and all my tech weapons on the hovercraft, this is true. I do keep a personal blaster in our room. But I also keep the ceremonial weapons of a Tusk Warrior.”
“Ooh. Can I see?”
“Yes,” I answer, pleased that she is interested. I open it and flick on the series of spotlights. Each of my swords is in position and all my cleaving axes are placed correctly. The spears are lined on the top and all the assorted small blades are in the middle. Posey listens intently as I explain the history and use of each weapon. She handles each of them with care, seeming to understand the significance.
“Are these museum pieces or in use regularly?”
“They are all in continuous use,” I snarl, trying to tamp down my outrage at such a statement. “How do you think I came upon my title of Most Feared Warrior? This is from recent warfare, not long-ago, ancient battles.”
She fingers a blade. “Can you teach me how to fight with these?”
My shaft instantly thickens in my trousers. We wear battle gear. She also wears soft and simple black shoes in addition to her shorts. My female happens to be dressed appropriately for training. Never, never did I think I’d find a human female who wanted to learn how to fight like a Voltare warrior. “Yes, I have mastery status in three types of ancient claw-to-claw combat. I would enjoy teaching you our battle forms, as well as the use of our weapons.”
Her eyes light up.
I step close and look down at her delicate form. “I’ve wondered if a human female can handle a Voltare warrior long-term.”
She lifts her chin. “I suspect I can handle you.”
I chuckle at her bold statement. I love this female so much, it hurts.
And then we spend hours in practice. She is a quick learner. I test her archery skills and she easily hits the target. Her sword play and blade work are amateur, but she shows promise.
Then we move to hand to claw combat.
I begin with a few simple moves and realize this is where she has the majority of her training. She surprises me with a swift kick and pins me to the mat. I laugh out loud, then I roll on top of her and have her underneath me, both of us panting. The corner of her mouth crooks in a half smile. She bites my lip so hard I bleed.
My shaft is hard and leaking.
“Waylen.” Her fingers fumble at my belt buckle.
In moments I’ve torn off her shorts and underwear, my pants are open and I’m plunging inside of her.
“My female,” I groan.
7
Posey
The next morning I receive a text from the man who killed my father and married my mother.
Like you do.
Where are you? Your mother is asking about you. Your roommate doesn’t know where you are. Respond soon or I will be forced to investigate.
I don’t bother to reply because his trickery, where he pretends to care, won’t work on me. The man murdered my father. I suspect he’s drugging my mother. And he cut me off to make sure I’d come running back to him for money. Asshole.
This reminds me to check in with the private investigator I’ve activated. The mercenaries will soon be in position, waiting for my next orders. My “honeymoon” with my new husband has proven highly distracting. I’ve gotten little work done. I’m behind on my word count and I haven’t even bothered to deploy any of my planned punishments towards my stepfather.
But the million dollars has proven highly effective. It was money I desperately needed. I’ve been in contact with Wendy, knowing she’s taken care of. I also decided that the majority of the money from the auction will go towards helping even more students. I will start a fund to support scholarship students in need of gap funding for living expenses. No one should be housing or food insecure while trying to attend college full time, it is ridiculous.
Also, all of Demon’s meds and special food came in the mail.
I kiss Demon Spawn while she rests on the foot of our bed. She started the morning in my new office, terrorizing the remodeling bots and now she’s followed me to the bedroom. She seems perkier lately. It must be the new pain meds, making her think she can get around better than normal.
Today the blue sky beckons. I need to get out and explore that trail I’ve seen all week and get more real sunshine. The pallor of my skin in the winter is nice, but the hint of gold from the summer isn’t so bad either. Outside exercise is always my favorite because I can use my natural tracking abilities.
I walk into the closet and quickly change my clothes. All my luggage has now been emptied by the cleaning bots and my clothes and shoes placed neatly in the hangers and shelving. I sit on a chair and change my shoes, enjoying the sight of my clothes in the same closet as a Voltare warrior.
