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

just her overalls, the ones that cover her chest.”

“I will?” The Minotaur blinked in surprise.

“You will. They’re my favorite on you, especially without a shirt. I love it when you’re rocking mega side-boob.”

Milly blushed prettily and smiled, always weak to overt praise.

“And Master will be in his uniform of course, so that’s easy. I wonder if my battle-suit is a good idea?” Erica wondered while thoughtfully tapping her chin.

Her suggestion was greeted with a resounding chorus to the negative.

At her pout though Nameless sidled up to her and stroked her ears.

“I love that outfit baby, but something tells me this isn’t the place for it. For one thing I doubt they’ll let us in with weapons, so all of your knives would have to stay behind.”

“Speak for yourselves.” Nina said as she hefted her hammer; “And one knife at least is coming.”

She gestured meaningfully to Erica’s claw tucked into Nameless’s belt, the Katje’s emerald coloured heartstone shining proudly from the pommel.

“Fair enough.” He looked to Ophelia; “I guess that means we’re going then, sorry baby. You’ll have to make do with your best gown. Go with that lavender number, I like that one.”

“What about me?” Volka said with a faux pout; “Don’t I get a pretty dress?”

“Makeovers!” Erica exclaimed as she clapped her hands together happily; “I’m on hair! Ophelia can pick out dresses for the two of us, since Milly and Nina are being fuddy-duddys about it.”

Though she was teasing them, simply put none of them could picture the six foot six Minotaur in anything other than jean shorts or overalls.

And Nina in a dress?

Yeah, no.

But Volka’s endearing pout faded away and she shook her head with a sigh as she set aside her joking demeanour.

“Actually, I’m afraid you will have to make me over some other day, Erica. I have a prior commitment that simply cannot be put off.”

The jovial atmosphere that had come about at all the talk surrounding clothes faded, and Nameless felt the sting of her duty calling her away again.

“What is it?” He asked low, not wanting the messenger outside to here.

Volka pressed her lips to his forehead in apology before explaining.

“Miranda asked for my help with something, something that once upon a time she should not have had to ask for. There are not enough Valkyrie to see to all of our duties anymore, but this one at least I must attend to.”

Feeling Nameless’s unhappiness, Nina opened her mouth to demand obedience, but the angel’s eyes met hers before she spoke and made it clear that there would be no swaying her.

“Fine.” The Gigas muttered sullenly; “Then I’ll drink enough for the both of us.”

Before anyone else could comment on the Valkyrie skipping the party, there was a polite cough from outside that drew their attention.

“May I inform the councilwoman of your intention of attending her gala?” The messenger called in faintly.

Already annoyed with Volka’s adamance, Nina wheeled on him in response.

“WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO MOVE?!” She roared.

The power of her words overwhelmed the remaining hinge and the door flew off to lodge in the stairwell.

“I haven’t!” The terrified man shrieked; “I swear I haven’t!”

Ophelia set her hand down on Nina’s head to still her.

“Leave him alone dearheart!” She looked up and called towards the door; “Yes, sir, you may inform her that we shall be there, although we may arrive a bit late.”

Silence greeted her words and they all looked out into the stairwell: the messenger needed to walk past the opening again to leave and he hadn’t yet.

Nina cursed under her breath.

“Hey pipsqueak, that was Flutterby-speak for piss off.” She translated, giving the sorely shaken man the permission he so desperately needed to flee.

Erica sidled up to Ophelia as the echoing sounds of his feet pattering down the stairs faded away.

“We shall attend shall we?” She mocked gently; “Quite the lady we have here.”

The messenger’s gentlemanly behaviour had seemingly brought out the Flutterby’s well-mannered upbringing.

She kissed the Katje on the brow and pulled her into a hug.

“Yes, and if you keep teasing me I shall punish you accordingly.”

“Hmmm.” Erica mused, her taunting tone undiminished as she put her mouth next to Ophelia’s ear; “I wonder if you can still call yourself a lady when Master’s cock is stuffed up your bum?”

Their makeovers had to wait a good twenty minutes while Ophelia administered a firm spanking to a purring cat.

Chapter 14:Hearty Parties

The party didn’t start until later in the evening so Nameless, Nina, and Milly were left at loose ends while the others prepared.

Nameless opted to milk the Minotaur, since he wasn’t sure when the party was supposed to end, and having just expressed her appreciation for side-boob, Nina helped.

“It always amazes me how much of this stuff you make. And every day at that.” The Gigas commented as she carefully stored the pail in the icebox; “Doesn’t it ever get old?”

“Not one bit!” Milly said with a blissful smile, her eyes swimming with devotion; “It’s kind of hard to explain, but having you all drink your fill of my milk every day makes me so happy!”

Nameless kissed the upper swell of each of her breasts and pulled the straps of her overalls back in place on her shoulder for her, having just finished cleaning, and indeed suckling on, her pink nipples.

With the surprise party invite, they had decided to forgo their dinner so that Erica and Ophelia would have more time to get ready.

“And I would love nothing more than for us all to get fat off of your cream baby.” He promised her in earnest; “Though it would make the job a wee bit harder.”

“By order of the Aegis! You are bound by law!” Nina joked suddenly; “Now