The Heartstone Saga by Archibald Bradford (short novels in english .TXT) 📕

boys sprinted from the maze back towards the dormitories, whispering excitedly amongst themselves at their little adventure.

Tiana watched them go with a bemused expression before turning back to the angelic leader.

“They must have been hiding in there since before curfew, waiting on your return. Tomorrow night I will…”

Her words trailed off when she felt the weight of Volka’s power, the angel’s eyes glowing in the night as she watched the children enter the building.

“D-Dominar?”

The Valkyrie shook her head slightly, as if to cast off a distraction, and closed her eyes until she could rein in her might.

“I have seen far too many dead children of late.” She explained simply; “Whatever horrors are coming to this world, they will not strike at this place.”

She spoke with such conviction that Tiana could not help but take her words as a commandment.

“So long as my sisters and I draw breath, Dominar.” She swore fiercely.

Volka’s arm fell away from her shoulders as she moving towards the pavilion.

“It is late, but I would like to greet the new arrivals if they are awake?”

Tiana smiled wide.

“They are. Like the children, they were waiting on your return.”

Volka chuckled and lightly pinched the Amazon’s pert ass through her hide skirt, a hint of her mischievous personality coming to the fore amidst their serious preparations.

“Silly Tiana. I’m eleven hundred years old: you are all children to me.”

Chapter 5: Trappings of Home

Though most of them thought of the little cottage on Paul Fletcher’s property back in Kettering as their home, after getting booted out of the academy dorms to make room for new recruits Nameless and his family had begun renting in a converted apartment block not far from Divinity Square.

They had been too busy helping Miranda chase down all of the leads from Algrade to spend much time there, but once they’d delivered the prisoners and freed monster girls to the Bastion the task-force was officially disbanded and they were sent home.

They arrived at their building to find that Paul Fletcher had sent along many of their belongings from Kettering, along with his well wishes, so the spacious apartment soon felt homey enough once they got everything settled.

Not that any of them had cause for complaint: with the money they earned from selling Milly’s milk and from their wages from the Aegis their new digs were downright luxurious, just about able to fit the cottage inside twice over.

They were on the top floor of the four storey building, with massive slanted windows all along one side that let in a great deal of natural light.

They also had access to the roof so Volka and Ophelia could thumb their nose at their bond-sisters by avoiding the stairs.

The interior of the apartment was painted in shades of happy yellow and white and had an open floor plan, with a high ceiling and metal stairs for access to the second floor loft where their bedroom was.

Back in Kettering Nameless had to adapt to living in a cottage without interior doors, now he had to adapt to an apartment without interior walls.

Again though, he had no cause for complaint: being able to sit in the main room and look up through the railing to see the girls changing or making love was an unexpected perk of their new living arrangements.

When they arrived home late in the morning the first thing Erica did was have Milly help her peel herself out of her clothing, which was most definitely a spectator event.

Despite Grant Semper’s original objections, the Katje frequently wore her skin tight battle suit nowadays. Though as a concession towards modesty she now wore a light overcoat that went to mid thigh and was split up the back to conceal her perfect ass while still allowing her tail its freedom.

Nina had immediately observed that it made her look like a battle-stripper about to perform a show and she had certainly earned a few nicknames to that effect from their comrades in the task-force.

But she accepted the goodhearted ribbing with aplomb, and any time they sought to tease Nameless about his shameless bond-mate he would simply smile and remind them who it was that she was stripping for.

With her outfit put away, the naked Katje strolled down the stairs with Milly and stretched out her tanned body, her little breasts jiggling slightly as she arched her back and rolled her neck.

“I love that getup but it doesn’t breathe!” She complained with a short yawn, her feline tongue curling; “Now I’m for a shower, who wants to wash my back?”

She gestured at the sole interior door in the apartment, the one that led to the washroom.

“I’ll take care of you dearheart. I’m in desperate need of a wash myself. We all smell like hay.”

Ophelia followed her, shedding her clothes as well, her pale skin standing in sharp contrast to Erica’s rich tan.

Sadly one thing their new apartment didn’t have was the lavish bathroom that Paul had installed in the cottage for his one-time Naiad lover, so they had no tub, only a standing shower.

Nameless watched the two of them disappear into the washroom, debating whether or not he wanted to test if the shower could fit three.

But a tap on the shoulder derailed the thought and he turned to see a blushing Milly holding up one of their milking pails.

She had gotten much better at asserting herself when she needed to be milked or otherwise taken care of, something Nameless was dearly grateful for.

He smiled as he took the pail, looking forwards to the task.

“Guess I found something to do.” He said with an affectionate pat to Milly’s ass and a stroke of her black and white patterned tail.

Nina sidled up to them, openly ogling her Minotaur bond-sister as she shed her button-up shirt.

“Good