Changes and Imbalance

Since Lia was pregnant, Pan had already been invited to dinner with Ben twice. She had given up fucking Odo with a heavy heart. She had been with the healers, the famous Three Sisters, but they weren't really sisters. She had visited them for her sore throat and had gotten some good medicine. Before she left again, one asked when she was expecting her son? Lia was totally perplexed, from where. . .? The healer just smiled and asked her to lie naked on the couch. All three healers fingered her pussy and then very specifically her clit, so that she almost had an orgasm. They fingered and rubbed her clit until she jerked in orgasm and her thighs trembled. All three had a hand on her belly until the orgasm subsided. The three sisters whispered and then one said, the little fellow is fine and so are you, thanks God! But she shouldn't let Odo fuck her anymore, it would hurt her and especially her little son. Lia wanted to ask how they knew that, but one of them said that they had a Hargrim of their own for the three of them to fuck. The Hargrim was good for healthy, sex–hungry women, but he was wild like a bull and that was bad for the baby and dangerous for the mother's health. She had seen many women perish and they knew it, that's why.

Lia let the Tali fuck her, then Ben and Pan. The Tali she let her fuck only once and sent them out. For Ben and him she took her time and gave them both all her passion. Pan drove home thoughtfully, Lia had changed for the best, forgoing the animalistic, brutal fucking of Odo. The loving, passionate one suited her better. He held Fyy on his lap and listened to her report. The latest news about the pirates and the ruling Dominas' discussions about it. He didn't even need to ask how she obtained her information from the Dominas. Fyy was second to none in these matters.

Since Jana wanted a 4th child, he drove by her house every day after he finished his shift, it was on the way home. Her husband walked into the living room with the little triplets, he walked behind Jana into another room. She bent her upper body over the back of the couch, which was the right height, and flipped up her skirt. She stretched her ass all the way back so that he could use both hands to spread her ass cheeks all the way apart and easily penetrate her from behind. She was always bathed clean and smelled very good, her pussy still hot from masturbating.

Mostly she had made herself hot with masturbating just before, then her orgasm came already after a short push and he squirted immediately. When it went so fast, he kept fucking and squirting the second time and waited patiently until she was done masturbating. He was good–natured and fucked her almost every day, because she wanted another child, badly. A son, after three daughters. She and her husband had made the business of their father flourish, after they had taken over, bought this big house and were a very happy family. She masturbated every night intensely and her husband fucked her in her orgasm, but the poor guy couldn't squirt anymore. It was just an insignificant little blemish that didn't put much strain on their relationship. In any case, Jana was very grateful to Pan that he was willing to fuck daily, cum and impregnate. Rarely was he in such a hurry that he left after the first squirt, usually he fucked her a second time. The whole thing lasted a quarter of an hour at most, then he went home.

Binara was doing very well in her courses. She had reminded the general of his promise; she was now almost 14 and wanted to be accepted for training in engineering. He could remember, of course, and immediately called the academy. Binara awaited her father with bright eyes. "Don't you notice anything?" she asked teasingly. He took off his uniform jacket more slowly than usual and muttered to himself whether it had something to do with the call from the academy two hours ago? He turned to her with a wide grin and held out his arms. She flew into his arms, "they accepted me!" She kept kissing him on the mouth, she was so happy and proud. "They looked at my grades and test reports right away and said yes within a minute!" They sat down to dinner, the Gonnies had made fine roast chicken. He poured her a red wine, "you're a big girl already!" It turned out to be a very nice evening.

Fyy woke him up in the middle of the night. Pope Tirpin XVI had passed away peacefully in his 101st year. He growled and muttered sleepily that it was none of his business. Fyy pushed the sleeping Binara aside and lay down with him. She stroked his short–cropped neck hair and prevented him from falling asleep. The dominatrix would hear it from him, for the cardinals had armed their men. Many of the older cardinals disliked the Pope's favorite and they would gladly send Cardinal Pina after Pope Tirpin. He was wide awake. He patted Fyy's girlish ass affectionately and went with her to the library. He woke Lan.

As Fyy had predicted, Cardinal Pina's life was in grave danger. An armed mob was already entering the palace to kill him, but he was no longer there. Lan had had him taken to a safe house in time. The cardinal kept a low profile and gang fights broke out among the cardinals. They lasted over a week and two dozen cardinals, who already considered themselves pope, bled to death under the knives. Lan sent her people to the crime scenes, but did not let them stop the murders in time. If a cardinal was not quite dead, her men would wait for an unguarded moment and finish off the job. The more cardinals ready to fight were killed by the mob, the better for her son's father. She knew exactly which cardinals could still be dangerous to her ex‐lover and had 43 of them imprisoned. Many of the charges had been fabricated by herself and it would be many months before the cardinals could justify themselves in court. She shrugged coldly when Pan asked her about it. It didn't affect innocent people, she said, they had all committed enough crimes with impunity to be locked away for years.

Lan kept Cardinal Pina in the safe house for three months, until the cardinals had all calmed down and there was peace again. Cardinal Pina showed up at just the right time, with 14 days left to make important friends. The conclave elected him pope on the first ballot. He was the one and only, the true one, the best. "Habemus Papam!" cheered the clergy as well as the media. Lan called him in a tear–stained voice, her prophecy had come true! Cardinal Pina would call himself Pope Pippin I, for he wanted a name that no pope before him had ever borne. Pan growled, as he lay exhausted next to Lan, the Vein Fool would only care about being called "the I". He laughed loudly and grimly.

The first thing the new Pope Pippin I did was to have the deceased pope buried with great pomp. The embalmed body was buried in a glass coffin in the crypt of St.‐Evita‐Perón‐Cathedral. Afterwards there was a big party, because the new pope wanted to win over the population with wine and fried chicken. He gave interviews in various media, in which his education and quick wit shone. The population was very pleasantly surprised, the man was good for something. Pope Pippin I had the private chambers of the papal palace lavishly renovated and, of course, did not skimp on luxury. Critics complained that the old pope had lived without a mistress, and he had three. This gave Pippin I the opportunity to talk about God's creation, the cocks and pussies and the commandment to fuck. He announced that the papal congregation would deal with the question of obliging the very celibate monastic orders to fuck as well, perhaps together with the chaste nunneries. It is, after all, the divine plan, ultimately.

Pan only listened with half an ear when Lan reported to him what the spies were telling her. He grinned wryly when she told how the monks of one monastery overran the neighboring nunnery with papal blessing, deflowering and fucking all the nuns. The women, who kept chaste all their lives and refused to fuck, were raped by the Fathers. They tore off their robes, deflowered and fucked the naked, frightened, crying nuns. Lan showed him a recording of this orgy and while fucking some couples they both had to laugh. Many could tell they had never fucked before, the monks had even more of an idea of how to do it. The nuns were clearly mentally and physically overwhelmed and cried non–stop while being fucked by a dozen monks. It had quite the appearance that monks and nuns were going to obey the new papal orders. — Inside, Pan knew how brutalized, filthy and sexually depraved disgusting the population had become by now. So did he, he was part of them.

He drilled his men and practiced space combat with them. The telepaths were watching the pirates nonstop and it wasn't time yet. He was convinced the attack wouldn't come for another two or three years. He and a dozen telepaths were assigned as "lookouts" for delegations of the pirates. He also accompanied the pirates to the clergy, because the pirates increasingly wanted to buy Hargrims. The government had strictly forbidden the export of Odos, but the Hargrims were so primitive that they were allowed to be exported.

The pirate women were able to sell the Hargrims at five times the price in the floating cities and paid the priests with gold bars. At first, the overseers were allowed to be available to fuck the pirate women, but after they discovered the Hargrims, they were no longer in demand. The delegations came 5 or 6 times a year and once the delegates saw for themselves the quality of the Hargrims at night, their mental barriers were no longer strong and he could read their minds. He found a lot of information, political and military, which he reviewed and discussed with the officers. The pirates were still arming, but they were not ready, that was his opinion.

He flew to Halfgard as often as he could, he took the fastest gliders and was there after 5 hours. He brought only a few more boxes of books and brought no loot from Halfgard. His general had given him a general power of command and he entered the special mission himself. He remained vigilant, always checking the glider for bugs and always scanning the horizon for drones. He usually stayed 2 nights with Lea, she always took off from noon and they sat either by the pond or some other picturesque spot. She was very smart and was good at focusing on his main interest, the pirates. She, in turn, had an exceptionally smart listener in him, who was very good at getting into the Halfs' way of thinking and living. Her injury had healed well, yet she often surprised him with a sweet gift, a virgin. He gave all these girls a gold coin, which they guarded like their eyeballs.

On the way back he regularly visited Pozzebon's farm, Irenea lived with him almost fixed. He brought them bags of sweets from Halfgard, because this they both liked very much. They always had a barbecue and talked animatedly about things of the day. Pozzebon once murmured in his ear, the bees in her ass had calmed down, she was now 76 and had become much calmer. She tended the herb garden behind the house while he worked in his fields. Pan thought the two of them had found a good way to manage aging. That his missions no longer brought them gold was not a problem; they still had plenty left.

He had been visiting Jana for a good eight years now, for him it was a pleasant way to end the work day. She seemed to be attached to it as well and never thought for a moment about giving up. She had bought a depilatory glove for his sake and he liked her better that way. They hadn't changed their fucking, she was still bent forward over the back of the sofa, flipping up her skirt and spreading her ass cheeks with both hands for him to penetrate her from behind. She had shaved her pussy and he looked with pleasure at the beautiful labia and the perky, pointed clit. Her vagina opened willingly, she desperately wanted a child.

He had become accustomed to her masturbating while fucking, and after squirting he left his cock stuck in her vagina until she had finished masturbating. He was the salvation of her marriage, she said gratefully, because her poor husband had stopped having erections more and more often. Pan was the only one she fucked, she never cheated on her husband. He listened to her, but he kept his mouth shut, he never made a comment. She had become much skinnier than before, which gradually made her face ugly. But she still had big, full breasts, a nice swelling cunt, and her ass was visibly getting bigger. He knew that one day he would have to end this sloppy relationship, but he kept putting it off.

Binara looked very smart in her uniform, the tailor had left the back bare, leaving her mane and back fur exposed. She had been through basic training and went home every night. During basic training, she had slept in the big crew tent like everyone else, avoiding the general fucking. The most importunate were allowed to fuck in her fist and squirt in the moss or on her slit. The most abstruse rumors about the Half–girl's fucking abilities circulated among the boys. She was never tempted to do more than press her fist on her slit and let the lad fuck and squirt in her fist. She always turned her head away because kissing with strangers was something she detested. Pan said, when she reported it, that she must not put up any nonsensical obstacles. But she stubbornly maintained that he remained the only one she wanted to fuck properly. It was her decision, not his, she said.

He told her to look at the example of Conara, who spoiled some good opportunities for herself by not fucking anyone. Binara stuck her tongue out cheekily, Conara was a good example! She had bought the entire floor by now and hired 2 female doctors. Human women. Halfs couldn't study medicine, after all, and this human female doctors were highly specialized. Her practice was equipped with the latest equipment and was a healing practice in name only. In fact, it was a full–fledged hospital, you could do all the operations. She had already bought out a large part of the floor above and had 60 beds along with staff. Conara was already considering hiring more doctors. Binara stuck her tongue out cheekily once again, saying she would take that as a model. Pan smiled gently, for he was secretly really very proud of Conara.

He had made sure that the pirates were under complete surveillance, the telepaths saw everything thanks to the amplifiers and played their tricks on the female pirates. Only a few managed to fuck the commander of a border patrol. Most of the other telepaths took on the crews when they were resting. There it was much easier to fuck the girls and they did it with great zeal. Often the telepaths would fuck an entire crew, leaving out only the few men. This created heated debates among the pirates, since girls and women were obviously unsuitable for war service, weren't they?! Pan praised his men. In the course of a year, they had sensitively disturbed the order and discipline of the border patrols, that was very good.

He was just standing behind Jana and fucking her for the second time, squirting into her vagina in a very loose and detached way, when the call came. Tinan, the successor of Wengin. Queen Lea was dying. He tore his cock from Jana's vagina and ran. He raced across the country at breakneck speed, was in Halfgard after barely 5 hours. He was two hours late. He knelt before her bed, held her cold hand and searched her mind, but she was no longer there. He stood up as the maids washed Leah's body. He walked over to the technicians, Tinan had to explain everything to him.

Once again two groups were at each other and Lea threw herself high on her horse between the parties. She and her warrior women dashed fearlessly into the breach as always. Lea's horse was hit and fell, the advancing hunters ran over them and one stabbed Lea with his knife. The fighting stopped as she lay bleeding on the ground. The warriors brought her back immediately, but she died from her wounds.

The councilors had gathered the people in the great hall. Three female judges sat in judgment. Pan had stopped at the very back, but the women judges waved him forward. The kneeling, bound man admitted to having made the two stabs. He had no regrets; it was a fight. One judge asked if he had fought with Queen Lea? The man bowed his head, lying here went against all decency. No, she had not fought, only he, said the murderer. He had murdered her and there was only the death penalty for that, said a female judge. The female judges whispered for a few minutes, then one waved the commander over and handed him a knife. "She was your mistress, too," she said loudly, "so we find that you should judge him!" He took the knife and walked thoughtfully to the condemned man. The man returned his look proudly, almost haughtily. Pan addressed the judges and the bystanders. "Queen Lea did not fight this man," he said very loudly, "but he will have to fight me, I owe it to my mistress!" Everyone looked dumbfounded as he cut the man's bonds. "Stand up, you murderer of my Queen, and fight like a man! If you kill me, then you can go into the woods!" He handed the knife to the man.

The bystanders backed away as the man stood up. He weighed the knife examiningly in his hand and Pan noticed his shifty look, the man was sure to win. Pan took a step back and drew his combat knife. The man mistook his step backward for weakness, his knife jerked forward, but Pan was no longer there. Quick as a flash, he cut his opponent in the thigh. He cried out in pain and Pan cut his other arm lengthwise. The opponent roared and stabbed here and there. Pan gave him a deep cut on the forehead and inflicted a deep cut on the other thigh. Blood ran down his opponent's eyes, down his face, and he could see almost nothing. He stabbed and hacked wildly, but Pan was already behind him, cutting deep into his neck.

His opponent was already badly hurt, he was bleeding like a pig and stabbed with the knife in the air, but Pan hacked him so hard in the arm that he had to drop the knife. Pan kicked him in the back of the knee so that he was kneeling in front of the judges again, roaring in anger and pain. Pan stood wide–legged behind him, yanked his head back by the mane, and cut his throat. He did not let go of the mane until the killer made no more sound. He wiped his combat knife on the dead man's back fur and sheathed it. Tired and worn out, he nodded to the judges and went to the Queen's chamber.

He watched the maids who had already washed Lea and were now carefully shaving her pubic. Two maids did Lea's mane and her back fur, then they made up the Queen. He went to the door and asked what would happen next. Lea would be laid out in the small hall in an hour for the people to say goodbye; tomorrow night is the cremation at the stake. Pan went to the engineers for an hour and discussed technical things with them. At the end he asked Tinan who would be queen now. The chief engineer did not know, no one knew. Queen Lea had treated one of the judges as her favorite, but the population was deeply divided and several groups wanted to determine the queen of their choice. He, Tinan, had no influence on that and was glad of it. Which one it became didn't really matter to him, he in any case would stay in his place.

He walked over to the bedroom and sat down on the bed. It was the second Queen he was seeing off. He asked a maid to bring him dinner, just a snack. He was hungry and ate heartily, the trifle was quite large and substantial. Contrary to his habits, he smoked on the bank of the pond. He watched the smoke rising to the sky. He was tired. The old maid beckoned him, she had to wash him. He followed her to the washbasins.

She washed him conscientiously and asked if she should send him a girl. He shook his head, no thanks. That would be unhealthy, the old woman muttered. He didn't say a word as the old maid washed his cock more and more intensely, almost making it squirt. Nor did he say a word when the old maid asked if she could mount him. Nimbly she dropped her loincloth and sat on his hard–on. He stared blankly at her old wrinkled cunt, which rode him painstakingly. He didn't care if she made him squirt. She babbled that she hadn't fucked in 10 years and how good his cock did her. She worked very hard, breathlessly.

She shooed away a maid who had approached curiously. He automatically registered that the young maid stopped behind the curtain. The old woman rode him moaning and groaning without making him squirt and gave up, "the old joints, the old joints!" She climbed out of the sink and almost instantly the young maid sat on his cock. He didn't seem to notice, staring blankly at the young, beautiful cunt. She rode him very limberly and made him squirt several times. She stopped only when he could not squirt any more and his cock began to soften. The young maid shook him by the shoulder and told him to go to sleep. He got up and let her lead him to the bed. The young maid lay naked with him and gently stroked his cock until he was deeply asleep.

The next day he roamed through alleys of Halfgard, peering into houses and chatting with men, this and that. Of course, it did not escape his notice that some women pushed aside their loincloths and stroked their fingers over the slit. They would have liked to fuck the big warrior, but he was not in the mood. The men patted him on the back, he had given a fair and good knife fight yesterday. He asked all the men who would be the new queen. Many didn't care, some named names.

An older hunter with a glassy, clever look asked him why he hadn't cut the killer's throat right away and taken the risk of a knife fight? He looked the man straight in the eye. In his culture, it was considered fair to fight. And it was not a risk, he had assessed the man in the first moment and knew for sure that he was not a good fighter. The wise man returned his gaze. The convict was the leader of the group he had fought. And he was generally considered a good knife fighter with many victories. The man lowered his gaze only briefly; he, at least, was grateful that the senseless fighting was over and that the Queen's murderer had been justly punished. "I know that you and the queen were a happy couple, and I am sorry for you!" Pan thanked the man and asked who could be the next Queen? The answer came immediately, "Daraca, the judge who handed you the knife. She was also the Queen's favorite!" The man nodded several times, that was her. There would surely be a prolonged tussle, but he and many of the friendly clans were united behind Dara.

Pan sat down in the bar for dinner. He wanted to eat alone, everyone understood. He stayed sitting in the bar, sweets, Lea's liquor and no Lea. He was a little drunk when he went with the people to the funeral pyre. Lea's body had been beautifully decorated, flowers lined her face and hair, breasts and pubic. An alderman made a speech, then grabbed a torch and lit the pyre. The flames flickered around Lea's body for a long time until they collapsed over her, greedily eating the body.

He was quite sober when the fire only smoldered. No, he didn't want to sleep here, he said to Tinan, who should come forward when a new Queen was chosen. He put on his night vision goggles and flew back through the night. He had to admit, he saw more with the goggles than with the glider's electronic night vision. He flew leisurely, thinking of the many beautiful moments he had experienced with Lea. Here, unobserved in the glider, he could let his tears run. He handed over the glider and took a public one for the trip home. He did not want to visit Irenea and Pozzebon, nor Lan or Jana; he needed to be alone with his grief. He stood in the cleaning booth for fifteen minutes, being refreshed with warm tropical rain. Fyy had been upset when he had told her of Lea's death and understood his grief. He was momentarily grateful to Master Guo that Fyy could feel human. She sat down on his lap and let him tell her everything. She did not possess tear ducts, but she cried along with him. She knew how close he and Lea were.

Binara came home for dinner and was relieved that he was back. She had only been informed by Fyy that he had to leave head over heels and stay away for 2 days. She had spent the 2 nights with Fyy and the big sister had been able to reassure her that he was not in danger. They ate fine fish that he had bought and the gonnies had finely prepared. He told Binara that his dearest friend had been murdered and he had cut the murderer's throat with his own hands. He owed her that. Binara accepted that he was not allowed to tell anything beyond that and put her hand on his arm. She would be very sorry that she had been murdered and that he was grieving for her. She could sleep in the library if he wanted to be alone. But then he said no, she would have to sleep with him as always. A soldier had to deal with death, however painful it was. Binara hugged and cuddled him even more than usual as she fucked him.

He had taken the day off and went to see Jana as early as noon. She was very surprised and wanted to bathe first, but he wanted to take her as she was. She was clean enough for him, her pussy stretched out to him full of desire under her thick ass cheeks and he fucked her wildly. His cock remained stiff and he fucked her twice more and squirted juicily into her vagina. He was only doing that because the last time he had run off while she was still jerking off. She beamed over the whole face, wow, three times injected! But that's not the new norm, he said laughing as he left after an hour. He would be back at the end of his shift, as usual. She would receive him bathed and fragrant, she said with shining eyes.

He sat in the library, Fyy on his lap, and she told him about everything important and less important in the government, the clergy and the city. Lia would give birth in the next few days, that was good news. In the late afternoon he flew back to Jana, she had freshly depilated, bathed and smelled wonderful. He inspected her beautiful pussy, the little clit was stiff to bursting. He had gotten so used to her cunt and the uncomplicated fucking. She masturbated immediately and he fucked her with pleasure. He fucked the second time after a short pause and squirted with pleasure. He waited patiently until she had finished masturbating and pulled out his soft cock. She hugged him lovingly and gratefully, squirted 5 times today! He caressed her big full breasts, tomorrow is another day! He drove home very satisfied.

A few days later Ben left the base and raced to Conara's hospital. He later called him and Isegrim, Ben junior had been born, healthy and Lia was doing according to the circumstances. The birth had been natural and relatively easy, Lia had not suffered much. She wanted to avoid a C–section as long as possible. Pan ordered Ben to take 10 days off at least. He shifted his duties and services to other officers, no problem!

The Domina had a lot on her mind, the investigations and inquiries around the clergy were important and urgent. She had two more cardinals thrown into the dungeon, who were not well–disposed towards the pope and secretly armed their people. She had to make sure once and for all that the clergy's teeth and claws were pulled out. She called him to her. He came to her for dinner, as every time they fucked before dinner and she shooed the girls out, turned on the blockade. They were talking very animatedly about their efforts when suddenly loud yelling and gunshots were heard in the anteroom. He pushed Lan behind the dresser, telling her to stay there under cover. He stood, naked as he was, to the side of the door. The door burst open and he fired with lightning speed with his bracelet, taking down 12 men. Two were still in the anteroom and he shot one. The last one was totally confused, threw away his gun and surrendered.

Lan came forward. He nodded, "all but this one are dead, you can question him." The girls had already called the police and he and Lan threw on capes. Lan waited no longer. He had tied the guy's hands and feet together with rags and sat down in the background. Lan punched the man in the face a few times and yelled at him to start over. The frightened man said Cardinal Ruggeri had paid them, 14 men, to kill the police minister. Lan looked stunned at Pan, Ruggeri was in the dungeon after all! He shrugged his shoulders, money can buy anything. The captured guy feared for his life and pointed with his chin at one of the dead. He was the leader and he had communicated with Ruggeri very often, so the police would find confirmation. The police arrived, collected the dead and Pan got dressed, he was going home. Lan looked at him perplexed, so he said she was on her way to the Ministry after all, to search for the fugitive Ruggeri. She stared at him, stunned, from where. . . ? He shrugged his shoulders. If Ruggeri wasn't already long gone, he would eat his uniform jacket. And that Ruggeri was stupid, he did not believe for a second.

Lan stared at the floor and brooded for seconds. Then she dropped the covers, unconcerned about the cops' gawking, and dressed furiously. She disappeared with a police escort. He dictated his statement to the police officer and flew home in a summoned glider.

Lan was smart enough to call him only on the secure line. But she wasn't smart enough not to call him every half hour. She had been trying to figure out why he didn't take that bracelet off even in the cleaning booth. Now she knew. Pan wasn't surprised that Ruggeri had actually taken off. His accounts were frozen and he couldn't move around easily; without the accounts, he couldn't shop anywhere, order anything, or, of course, use public gliders. And he certainly hadn't just been hiding behind the bushes. Lan sicced the best criminalists on the guards in the prison. They found all 4 in no time. But the three men and the woman said nothing, not a single word. Pan nodded, that was to be expected. He wanted to know how much money they had with them? Three had 4 gold coins, one had 9 gold coins. Aha, said Pan, and were their vehicles complete? No, one glider was missing. The one that belonged to the one with 9 gold coins? he said. It wasn't really meant as a question, but she answered: Yes, right! Well, then, look for the glider! Pan said and grinned. They will find the glider in the east of the city, won't they? he said to Fyy and she nodded, a hundred pro! It took Fyy only seconds to find the glider.

Lan reported back. The glider had been found in the east of the city on a public glider stand. And you're already looking at the surveillance tapes, of course, aren't you? Lan nodded in annoyance, Yes, of course! You'll find him when he changes vehicles, but the false name under which the escape vehicle was registered is not important. More important was to find out the signature of the glider and search for it. They found the glider in the backyard of a large residential complex among many other vehicles, and there were no cameras there. Now ask the arrestees if Ruggeri had a bag of gold coins with him? he ordered Lan, even though he already knew the answer. She called back, exasperated. Yes, one of them had seen the bag of gold coins, there must have been more than 100 gold coins still inside. He said Ruggeri had prepared Plan B from long ago, because this is where the trail ends. There is no point in questioning the residents of the apartment complex. Here the trail ends, Ruggeri's escape had succeeded. It would be necessary to wait until he reappeared.

Lan did not want to believe it, did not want to accept that a cardinal should have succeeded in running away. Pan almost didn't feel like listening to her chatter, because the cardinal was up to no good, a clever, criminal fellow. He told Lan that his palace had probably been emptied and the staff had gone into hiding. She said, Yes, that would have been discovered by now. Okay, said Pan, there is only one chance left, vanishingly small and long. The cardinal has, first, acquired a new name, a new identity, and second, moved a real lot of money from his previous accounts, now frozen, to an account with the new name. Both of these things cost a lot of money. So you have to go through all the account activity for the last 10 years and get lucky. Lan said she would arrange that in a moment.

He was sure Lan would definitely not call again today, and he was to be proved right. She didn't get back to him for another week, very meekly. Two dozen detectives went through the bank records, with no breakthrough. She had ordered a seafood menu for the evening, knowing how much he loved it. Pan smiled mockingly, so tonight for dinner "and so on"? Yes, she said, I hope so. Done, so see you in the evening!

He called Jana, he would come an hour early and finish the service. He fucked the overjoyed Jana twice, she was already hot when he arrived and he palpated her beautiful cunt and her little perky clit with pleasure much longer than usual. She was the right starter and very grateful that he squirted juicy into her twice. She masturbated for an unusually long time this time, until her ass cheeks began to quiver and she expelled the pent–up air through her nose. He kissed her on one ass cheek and pulled her skirt up. He called a glider and drove to the dominatrix.

Look, the dominatrix had a surprise for him! She was lying naked as usual on the big playground bed and licking a young girl! He only stepped to the bed when the girl had come to orgasm. She looked like she already knew the licking and orgasming well. He immediately noticed Lan's magic crystal around her neck and smelled the mulberry brandy. Lan said Norinchen was already 16, knew only masturbation and lesbian love and wanted to be made a woman now.

She had heard, Lan stretched, that he had a penchant for deflowering. Nori is here for that, isn't she, Nori? The girl nodded in agreement, nodding and nodding and looking at him with big, bullet–round eyes. So, he asked, you like lesbian lovemaking? Can you fuck clit to clit too? Nori looked at him with bright eyes. That's what she likes best, the girl said with a smile. He shook his head, No, she didn't need to do it now, he said, whether she was the active one or the passive one in it? and Lan explained the foreign words with hearty, folksy expressions. She was always the active one, Nori said, she was always fucking the other girl as a man when they played man and wife.

He smiled, but now you want to be made a woman, can you act like a woman? Nori smiled, yes! Nori he didn't have to fire up, she was already on fire. He laid her across Lan's breasts and spread the girl's legs. "You're the woman now and I'm the man, okay? Relax!" Nori nodded eagerly and he leaned over her. He kissed Lan and she returned his French kiss. Kissing, he thrust quickly, Nori's hymen tore ever so slightly and he fucked her for a very long time before he cum inside her tight vagina. He kissed Lan again and dropped down on his back next to the girls. His cock had gone all soft, Jana had already gotten most of it and he was now drained and exhausted. Lan kissed Nori and said she was a woman now. The two cuddled and tasted and let him rest as they gradually wedged themselves into each other.

Cardinal Ruggeri remained missing for months. Fyy had begun following the trail after weeks, and after a few hours she knew his new identity and whereabouts. Pan nodded appreciatively, but he gave nothing to his dominatrix. Fyy's anonymity was more important than Lan's progress. He asked Fyy to follow the fellow's every move, nothing more. He visited the dominatrix once a week and listened to her carefully. Fyy had proven that the trail could be followed, so he did not interfere.

Lan kept bringing up the subject of the bracelet, but he was strictly against arming civilians. He made no secret of the fact that their police officers were also just civilians to him. Armed, but only poorly trained and some of dubious reputation. The armbands were administered by the general, who would have to decide. He had reminded the general, of course, not to arm civilians, and certainly not the police minister. The general had raised an eyebrow and muttered that this was his mistress, but Pan did not bat an eyelash. That did not affect his opinion at all. So then, No!

Pan went to Jana's after duty ended and enjoyed the quiet in his library. Fyy was an excellent conversationalist and Binara had grown up very quickly. She had a thousand questions about military matters, but she paid more and more attention to the day's news and political issues as they came up. He didn't mourn her childhood, he was much more happy to see her grow up like an adult. Conara now employed 8 male and female doctors, managed the clinic superbly, and practiced the healing art of Halfs herself, she did not give that up. She had a large gonnie community and fucked only young gonnie boys. Unfortunately, she rarely came to stay with him anymore.

He checked with Chief Engineer Tinan on a case–by–case basis, but it took almost two months for Daraca to be named Queen. It took another few weeks for the Queen to invite him. He bought a beautiful necklace of heavy gold in Jana's jewelry store to give to the Queen. He postponed his trip twice because pirate watching tied him up longer than expected. The first time, he dropped off a handwritten letter for her so as not to upset her. When he was able to take a few days off, he flew out at sunrise and was in Halfgard in time for lunch.

Queen Daraca received him very kindly, she was pleased with the golden necklace and offered him the place of honor next to her at lunch. She had lions hunted and he ate the magnificent steaks with great appetite. She was no telepath, he noticed immediately. He drank only fruit juice; it seemed important to him to listen well to the new Queen. She was calm, wise and educated. She had studied law under Budicca and had been a respected judge. She was used to the saddle; even the most remote settlements needed judges. She was unbound and to fuck she had her escort, she said with disarming frankness. She would rule like the Queens before her and continue the good customs.

After lunch, she sat down with him on the bench by the pond, where no one disturbed them. They wanted to get to know each other. She listened to him very attentively as he told her about Budicca and Lea as prompted. He was not used to talking about feelings, but he did. She watched him from the side. He let her tell him her life story and looked at her. She was as small as all the Halfs, 26 years old, and had only been involved in law school and lawyering. She was sexually unattached and her body as of now belonged to the people, the men and boys who wanted to lie with her. He nodded, Budicca and Lea had held the same.

Dara's face was very prominent and deep wrinkles stretched from her nostrils to the corners of her mouth. Her lips were narrow and it all indicated a very energetic personality. Snow–white strands ran conspicuously through her black mane and black back fur. She was slender, but a bit rounder than Lea. Like most Half–women, she wore an open leather jacket, a bolero, that did not completely hide her breasts, and an unusually small and short leather loincloth that rarely hid her cleft. He noted that Dara was very fond of showing off her body and simply enjoyed the looks, whether greedy, horny or admiring. A woman who was completely aware of her beautiful body.

The afternoon passed in a flash, they talked so animatedly that a maid had to fetch them for dinner. They sat down in the bar after dinner, sweets, liquor and Dara. She drank much more than Lea and he drank very carefully. Councilors and others sat with them, but Dara did not allow the rubbing of the cocks on her body. This custom seemed undignified to her and could not sway her opinion. She had told everyone from the beginning and sent everyone packing who took out his cock. But she listened to everyone else, gave hints or advice, or promised to discuss the problem in council, let them write it down in bullet points. Pan was amazed, for she was as sure of these things as if she had been Queen for decades. Lea had prepared her well and had also rightly favored her, he was sure.

She stood up swaying and he handed her his arm. She had to reach up, because Pan, at six–foot–five, towered over every Half. She joked if he preferred to sleep in the glider or dared to sit next to her in the sink? He smiled mildly and she didn't expect an answer, of course. They sat down in the washbasin and were washed. The old maid looked at him only briefly and refrained from any comment. They entered the bedroom.

Dara's body immediately pleased him. She was a tiny bit plumper than Lea, she had a much bigger chest than other Half maids, wider hips and a nice shaved cunt. Her nakedness emphasized the black‐white coloring of her mane and back fur. He ran his fingers through her mane and through her back fur, he liked that a lot, he let her know. She laughed for the first time that day. She heard that very often, she said, she had been sold to a brothel for exactly that reason when she was 12, at one and a half times the price. It was a pity that only 6 months later she left and made her way to Halfgard with the help of the Half–network. She laughed happily. Whenever she imagined the face of the grumpy brothel owner who had lost a lot of money, that was a reason to be happy!

He had to lie on his back, human style, she never wanted to be fucked again since the brothel. He said they didn't have to do it if she was reluctant. She leaned on his chest and looked at him seriously. She had admired Lea for how deeply she loved the Commander. Lea once said to her, there is a love you only experience once in a lifetime. She participated in this love of Lea's, even though she had never met the Commander. For her, it was a very natural progression of a thread that the Norns spun for her. Yes, she wanted to lie with him of her own accord, and not because it was expected of the Queen. He had the same freedom to refuse her, no one would hold it against him. They were both silent and looked at each other. He gently caressed her large breasts, the stiff teats. She had much larger breasts than most Half–women and Half–girls, they lay full and heavy in his hand. He looked at the teats and thought to himself that perhaps biting her teats excited her. Of course he asked and she confirmed that she really liked that. He stroked her nicely curved hips and ass cheeks and she closed her eyes because she obviously loved to be stroked and touched.

Dara stroked his cock and her eyes glistened in anticipation. She parted her labia with one hand and pressed his cock into her vagina. With one hand she supported herself on his chest, with the other she slowly masturbated her clit. She rode him concentrated and without haste. They had the whole night ahead of them, after all. He held her breasts in his hands almost all the time and his fingers pressed and twirled her teats. When she came to an orgasm, she bent low to him and he took her teat between his teeth and bit very lightly. When the orgasm shook her, he bit hard into one teat and the other. He always held back the squirting a bit, not wanting to shoot all the powder too soon. When he felt it rising, he curled his fingers into her back fur and pressed her ass firmly onto his cock. She fucked him until well past midnight, and he got everything from Dara as she did from him.

When they went to breakfast in the morning, he could read in the faces of the maids what had spread like wildfire: he belonged to the mistress, not a single one would give herself to him. In the morning Dara was in the council and he roamed the alleys. Not a single woman pushed aside her loincloth or stroked her cleft; he belonged to the Queen. He chatted with the men about this and that, but he really wanted to find out what the groups had been fighting about when Lea had been murdered. The clearest information came from the hunter who had spoken to him before Daraca was elected. His name was Fin and he led a group of antelope hunters. Fin offered him a cup of wine. Several groups of lion hunters on two sides had been arguing for as long as anyone could remember about the frequency of assignments and about hunting grounds. The problem was not solved, there was only truce. He, Fin, had lived with this conflict all his life and would probably not live to see the end of it. Although the lion hunters were very belligerent and sneaky, Fin did not think they were angry with him for the knife fight. It was a fair fight, it was a good fight, and the more skillful one had justly avenged the murder of the Queen, who was popular with everyone. Fin believed that the lion hunters also saw it that way. They were ashamed because the murder meant shame for them too.

After lunch, Dara and he sat down again on the bench by the pond, and he smoked and listened to her carefully. She was apparently as good a judge as Lea, and that was now serving her well on the council. She was teaching law to three young girls and preparing them to be judges. She no longer rode out to hold court; work in the council filled her day. Only rarely did the Queen sit in judgment. She let him tell her what it was like as commander, what the pirate threat was like. He could answer almost anything without giving away secrets.

Of course, she wanted to know everything about his personal life. That he was a minister's favorite impressed her. That he almost daily fucked his former foster daughter because she wanted to have a 4th child, he had to tell far out, but she finally did not understand Jana. She knew that he had raised 7 half–children and that his sons did good work in the plantations and led respectable lives. She was quite surprised that he was fucking both daughters and he had to go far there too. She understood the daughters quite well, Conara had had a great start in life. She was very impressed that 8 human male and female doctors were working for her. She sighed, if the humans would treat the Halfs like that, they wouldn't have to hide in Halfgard. He agreed with her, it would be better for everyone.

Binara's development also pleased her when he told that truthfully and completely as well. Dara wanted to know if many Halfs served in the military, and he had to admit, almost none. He knew some male Halfs in military engineering, but no females. She must be a very brave girl, Dara said, and he nodded, she is. He had never thought about it that way before, but he wanted to prove to himself that his children could achieve anything they wanted for themselves. He was silent, for he had never thought about that before.

Understandably, Dara said she knew of his penchant for deflowering virgins. His daughters, the foster daughter, the Gonnie girls and many more. She, along with Lea, had chosen the virgins Lea gave him, so that's how she knew. How about that? He scratched his head. He had fucked only Lea for a long time and before the fucking led to boredom, Lea had made her decision. She was badly hurt at the time and didn't want to stop him from fucking. He lowered his eyes. "Lea was a very special woman, not like the others." His tears were real, coming from his heart. Dara had listened silently and did not look at him; for humans, crying was something very intimate. She said that the question of virgins was not relevant now.

After dinner they sat in the bar, sweets, liquor and Dara. Every now and then someone sat down with them to seek Dara's advice and help. Again he noticed that she drank quite a bit. There were some in his circle who drank. He himself had resolved to drink very little and to avoid drunkenness altogether. She had one down pretty quickly, but by the end she seemed to be slowly sobering up. They walked together to the sinks and into the bedroom.

It struck him more today than yesterday that Dara's cunt had blossomed like a flower and was a feast for the eyes. He stared fascinated at her beautiful cunt while she fucked him beautifully like yesterday. She masturbated during the fucking without haste, she offered her teats for him to bite into before her orgasm, she seemed to like that very much. She stopped masturbating when his fingers grabbed her back fur and he squirted. This night she fucked him much longer, almost until dawn.

After breakfast, Pan talked with Chief Engineer Tinan for a long time, catching up on ongoing developments. This time, too, he took a few boxes of shooting bracelets and night vision goggles. He again flew directly to King‐Leonidas‐base and presented bracelets and night vision goggles to the general. He would give the check for 5,000 to Conara, that was for sure. Before he left, he called Jana.