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Chapter Nine
Moving Forward

I intended to give Mersidda more of a ride than she could handle. Her young body however stayed with me. She was as sweaty as I, and panting as heavily, but managed to stay with me until I could not handle the sensations any longer.

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Chapter Eight
Problems with the Past

It was the butler that opened the doors to the castle. Aden however stood in the foyer. She did not smile, but I felt was holding back tears. I looked to the butler, but he faded back, so I found myself having to make a decision.

In a forced manner, Aden said, “My lord, I need you.”

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Chapter Seven
Battle Won with the War Raging

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Chapter Six
I Cannot Worry

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Chapter Five
Down Where there is Death

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Chapter Four
The Fight is Joined

I actually heard people telling me not to attack. Like Hell! No damn tentacle-faced monster was going to have his way with somebody under my concern. The blade of my sword expertly came down on the appendages from the creature’s head, then a dagger went through some type of covering robes into whatever body existed. People gasped as they saw the lady fall away from the monster before running to escape while I started my attack.

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Chapter Three
Becoming a Citizen of Nemurk

My wives let me see that my uniform was clean and properly folded in a trunk. They however stressed that I needed to do my best not to appear to be a stranger. Part of the reason I had been given wives was to help me blend in with the locals. Placed on top of uniform were a number of garments with my wives choosing the one that I would wear.

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Chapter Two
Accepting My New Life

Whores always welcomed you into their presence. They however are rather strict about what you can do with them for the money you spent. They were not always as pleasant once you got what you purchased.

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Chapter One
Waking a Married Man

The wet rag on my face felt nice, although the feeling also told me that I was suffering from a high temperature. I was not one that usually got sick, but I remembered clearly those occasions where I could not force my body to act in the manner that I desired. The problem was that a few doses of something really disgusting usually had the fever break when I woke back up. The wet rag did feel good, but it was not the cure that I felt I needed.

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Of Men and Love in General
Chapter Twenty-Six – Complete
Jelnaya: Decisions

The crowd in the street eventually broke up into separate groups. Some went into drinking places to continue their topics while others went home. The predators that had been doing their job of maintaining security and order told me that I could go back to what I was doing as they felt the movement of people had returned to something they were used to handling.