A Home Like Ours by Fiona Lowe (feel good books .txt) 📕

Leeha gives me a hug as she looks up at me and grins. “Nope, not anymore.”

Bridget shakes her head with a smile and says, “Well, back to the original question. Yes, it’s doable. How did you want to do it? Trigger word?”

“Yeah, that might be best. Does it need to be an English word?” I ask. That might be a good idea. But I need a word that I can utter quickly. Saying Paralyze might be too slow. Maybe shorten it to Para? Or Freeze? Though, Freeze sounds more like a cold spell. What about Stop? Yeah, that works. Stop and Go. It almost sounds like playing that old game I played as a kid, when you would tell the person to stop or go after so many steps, I think with a laugh.

“What?” Leeha asks me, still hugging me.

“Nothing, old memory surfaced up,” I tell her. Turning back to Bridget I ask, “How about we go with the English words Stop and Go?”

“Sounds good. Command me, oh great one,” Bridget says, bouncing in front of me with a grin, causing her large breasts to bounce with her. As any pure-blooded male would, I can’t help but stare and enjoy the view. I am pretty sure Lahana picked that outfit for the cut at the top.

Laughing, I say, “Mind. Make it so that each time I say Stop, it paralyzes the wearer of the collar. When I say Go, they can move again. Those who can command the collar are Leeha, Bridget, and myself,” I add at the end. Though adding Bridget might have been pointless, but better to be safe than sorry.

You have used a Complex Spell command. You have used 10,000 points of power.

Suddenly Bridget is behind Mig, the archer, and she has her hand on the back of his collar. She is in her Mind Elemental form, all purple except for the eyes, which are swirling, and her hair is a lighter purple. Her body is more of a dark purple. Thank God she doesn’t look like some dinosaur that I refuse to ever mention the name of, as I am sure if you think of his name three times, you conjure him up.

“What the fuck!” Mig suddenly screams in pain.

The collar around his neck turns purple, and Bridget’s purple hair flies out from behind her, again as if a wind is blowing from the collar. I can feel the trickle of power leaving me again. Bridget has a look of concentration on her face, and her arms are shaking again. Then it’s done. Her hair falls back down and she is back in her Elf form, standing next to me.

“What the fuck was that?” Mig shouts in anger, staring daggers at me. “That fucking hurt!”

“It’s good?” I ask Bridget, ignoring him.

“Yep, all good,” she says with a grin. Bending down, I kiss her.

“Fuck, do you need to kiss that animal in front of me,” he says, making gagging noises.

“Here is what is going to happen, Mig. I am going to release you from your bonds. But that collar on you? You run away, and it will make your head explode,” I tell him with a grin. “But, it does much more.” Thinking about the vines holding him down, I say, “Earth.”

As we watch, the vines that had been holding him down dissolve and melt back into the ground.

“As if I am going to believe that shit. There is no such thing that can do that,” Mig snorts. Suddenly he is coming at me with a dagger in his hand. The blade is about a foot long, and it looks sharp as fuck.

“Stop,” I say, as I had expected him to do exactly that.

It’s almost comical to watch. Mig suddenly loses all his ability to move, but as he was already moving, that body in motion shit comes into effect, and he ends up hitting the ground and sliding the last couple of feet, until he is lying flat on his side in front of me.

I use my foot to turn him on his back so that he is looking up at me. He has a shocked look on his face, but I have a grin on mine, and the girls are grinning as well. I see that he is breathing and blinking. Good, the paralyze doesn’t affect all of his body.

“As I was saying,” I tell him. “The collar does other things. That is one of them.”

Honestly, having him think it can do much more might be a good idea. He doesn’t need to know that each time I have to put a command into the collar, it takes a shit ton of power, so I don’t want to add any more if I don’t have to.

Mig’s look of shock changes to one of horror. On seeing that, I nod to him. “That’s right. You're mine, and if you don’t do what I say, I, or my two girls here, will paralyze you again. The exploding head option is real, and if I need to, I will make it go off. Piss me off,” and here my voice gets hard, “or say anything about my two Elven partners again like you did earlier, and I will fucking kill you. Blink twice if you understand.”

Mig doesn’t do anything at first, just stares up at me in horror, but finally he swallows and blinks his eyes twice. Reaching down, I grab the dagger in his paralyzed hand and look at it. The blade is pretty good workmanship; double-edged, with an engraving of some kind of bird on it. I was never a bird person, so I have no clue what it is.

“I can take that for now,” Leeha says with her hand out.

I pass it over to her, as I have nowhere to put it. She slides it in her belt, behind her back. I look back down at Mig and say, “Go,” and all his muscles release. He