The first meeting of all the masters with the king went well, very well in fact. He knew exactly about everyone and, moreover, about their respective businesses. One who wanted to be a good manager rather than a pompous bogeyman. He emphasized how much he depended on their advice and that his door was open to them day and night. Rather less so at night, because of the Danish princess, he added with a laugh, and the old gentlemen nodded and smiled knowingly. He outlined what he wanted. A parliament that really worked for the citizens and a profound parliament reform. Further streamlining of the civil service. No coddling of the patricians, the wealthy. Continue and strengthen King Charles' initiatives to end poverty. Strengthen the fight against cybercrime. Foreign policy neutrality, where possible, but always a clear edge. Domestically, strengthen the middle class, continue to monitor monopolies and giants. Counter climate change by greening the country. Advance education, research and development.
Candor essentially agreed with everything, but he knew that a lot could go wrong in implementation. But everyone knew that, including the king.
The Master had not seen Elaine for weeks. He often focused on her, usually while showering, trying to conjure up her spirit, but nothing. He feared she would not come again, and he would no longer predict disasters. He certainly didn't need it for ego‐pushing, but it was always a high to save people's lives. And – it was nice with her. She was the young, in‐love version of herself, not the old, bitter Helene. He had also gotten used to showering together. One morning she was back.
From the first moment he sensed that something was wrong. She looked the same as always, but she immediately forced herself into his shower. She wasn't as reserved as usual, wordlessly she got right down to business and then disappeared instantly. It irritated him greatly that they had not exchanged a single word before or after sex. He stood in the lukewarm stream for a long time, trying to sort out his feelings and thoughts. Later in the afternoon, when Roxane came home, he immediately ushered her into the bedroom, this topic he could only discuss with her when they were peacefully lying next to each other smoking after the copulatory embraces. Roxane said between two long puffs on her cigarette that it was about Elaine, something about Elaine, right? He was again amazed at her keen sense. He apologized that his sexual impetuosity was not directed at her as a person, but to bring about the right conversational situation. Now he told how today's shower had gone, what exactly he had noticed and was concerned about. They talked for more than an hour until Marco came home.
The king had invited him for an hour‐long one‐on‐one meeting. Above all, he wanted to know exactly what was up with the various whispers regarding his special relationship with King Charles. Candor was on his guard and felt he had to elaborate a bit. He began by sticking closely to the script that lay on the desk in front of the king. The accident about six years ago. The great treatment at the clinic. He gave himself a jolt as he deviated slightly from the script. Experimental drugs. Gene modifications. Special Rehabilitation. The unexpected side effects, a kind of advance–feeling with interlocutors.
He interrupted briefly. "My king, you are considering whether or not you picked out that lascivious underwear for the princess? And who else might it be?" King Erich looked up from the papers and stared at him in bewilderment. Candor explained that it didn't always work, and when it did, it was mostly images and snippets of thoughts that he could see. He would rather the king not think about the princess, he could see it. See it exactly. He looked the king completely serious in the eyes.
King Erich pulled himself together and asked what King Karl would have gained from it? Surely it could not have served him only for amusement? Not a second, Candor replied, the king very often asked him to be present at difficult conversations and to signal to him whether true or untrue, yes or no, accepted or not. They had agreed that in the negative he would grab his beard, otherwise he would nod or not react. Above all, he always had to be present when the king was dealing with professional politicians, this false brood of vipers he rarely saw through. It usually worked as well when King Charles spoke via videocom with politicians or heads of state in faraway countries. He could usually murmur the statement into the king's ear before the translator began. Images and thought processes are language‐free, Candor smiled.
Almost immediately, King Erich said he wanted to keep this the same as his father. Candor added that it was for this very reason that he was entrusted by the king only with other tasks that did not require a fixed presence from him. He was close to the king during the day in order to be available within minutes. That is why he was entrusted with the supervision of the greening of the city, because he could hold all the necessary meetings in the castle and he did not have to be on site at all. King Erich thought for a moment, then said they wanted to keep it that way if it was all right with him.
He told the king that he rarely had visions of coming disasters as well, and that he had direct access to the Interior– and Foreign Ministries at all times with the approval of the king, the late King Charles. Both Ministries had explicit orders from the King to listen carefully to him. King Erich thought and had some examples given to him. What was the success rate? he asked. Candor said that in some disasters he had no vision at all. But when he sounded the alarm, the rate was 100 percent. That only two‐thirds of the warnings from the kingdom were taken seriously abroad, however, was unfortunately true, he said. Most politically motivated attacks and assassinations could have been prevented if people had listened to him.
The king steered the conversation to Candor's private life. He wanted to know all about Roxane and Marco, if he planned to marry Roxane? He replied that he had not asked her yet and that he preferred to wait with it at the moment. The king smiled and said that he himself wanted to have a family as soon as possible. He already had the princess and would make her queen. He also wanted children, of course, and the strongest and smartest would be his heir to the throne. Candor raised a finger and the king understood immediately. "Don't think about the beautifully rounded sex of the princess and for God's sake don't think about making babies!" They both smiled.
The king was very pleased with the conversation and added that he would give Candor the highest level of security clearance because he needed every good man on board now. They shook hands and the king smirked, "Green up, green up! But leave me the car race track in Styria!" Candor remembered that the king was a passionate car driver and smiled sympathetically. "The import of cars with internal combustion engines requires the approval of the Royal Chancellery," he said with a petrified expression, then they both burst into loud laughter.
Almost every day, the changed Elaine appeared in his shower, didn't speak a word, and disappeared again immediately after sex. No matter how much he could brood about it, he didn't understand. It was her, definitely, but why they weren't talking anymore made no sense. Whenever he tried to address her, his voice failed him, he couldn't even think about the fact that he could speak. Something powerful paralyzed him, prevented him from speaking. One morning he deliberately cut the heel of his hand with the razor blade, and with the pain he eventually regained his speech. Before she disappeared, he asked, "Why are you doing this?" Elaine faltered, turned back to him and said in complete amazement, "Oh, you can talk!" It was not Elaine's voice, but a completely foreign but pleasant female voice in his head. "Who are you?" he shouted, but she had already disappeared.
Impatiently, he waited for Elaine the next morning. When she joined him in the shower, he pressed on the heel of his hand until it hurt. "Who are you?" he asked, but Elaine put a finger to his lips and whispered, "Later, after! I promise!" As if under duress, she got her way and he was sure she would just disappear again. He was wrong. She stopped after sex and very gently caressed Elaine's beautiful breasts, then looked him firmly in the eyes. "I'm Eva," but he looked uncomprehending and questioning. "Eva, from the clinic." Something dawned on him. "The Eva who was woken from a deep sleep just before me and then disappeared?" he asked, and she nodded. "I had to seek you out to get to know you better" she said, "and this seemed like a good way to do it." Mischief flashed in the corners of her eyes as she continued, "I got to know you and did it in a very pleasant way." "But Elaine...?" he left the rest open. Elaine/Eva immediately replied, "Elaine is asleep and dreaming it all," and again that amused look, "she's experiencing sex like it's real in her dreams, and I'm lying in my hotel room experiencing it too, for real!" Her eyes veiled just before she disappeared.
He told Roxane everything, and what interested her most was how real it was. The sex, she added. He scratched his head. "After all, it's only in my head, as usual; it's not sex the way you mean it." After a moment, he added, "Erection yes, ejaculation no." His brain was making sex seem like real sex, it wasn't physical at all, he lied with despair, because he always had to ejaculate. Roxane seemed satisfied and they discussed what it all meant. At night he got up and sat down at his desk, the password for the clinic was still valid and he read through all the documentation concerning Eva several times. He wanted to go into the next round well prepared.
He awaited Elaine/Eva and again she put a finger to his lips to get her way. To him she was Elaine all the way, only when they were done did he have to question Eva. First he wanted to know what happened after she woke up. Elaine's eyes looked abysmally sad as Eva told. Her benefactor was a scoundrel in her eyes, who had taken countless sexual liberties with her. Yes, he had saved her life, taught her medicine afterward, and done everything for her so that she could continue her life as a thirty‐year‐old. She had discovered that his genetic manipulations had given her a kind of mind power unimagined. She could learn like an eidetic, but she could also read minds and manipulate others as if they were hypnotized. That was also how she found out that the old professor had been abusing her like a sex doll all these years, whenever the oats stung him. In her anger, she would have loved to kill him. "He died of a heart attack!" he interjected, and Elaine had tears in her eyes as Eve confirmed, "he died of heart failure – because I wanted him to!" Elaine looked him firmly in the eye before disappearing.
He was left speechless at the realization that Eva was a murderess.
Day after day, he was at the Hofburg, continuing to work on concepts to combat the threat of climate change through greening and reforestation. The project had somehow run out of steam, everyone just nodded in agreement when the subject came up, but everything remained without momentum. So the enthusiasm that King Charles had been able to ignite so empathetically and stirringly had faded. Candor was clear that it would take much more PR, much more visibility of the successes, to move the project forward. He was back home by late afternoon and spent the evening with Marco and Roxane. He didn't find out why, but he kept quiet about the developments with Elaine/Eva from Roxane. Surprisingly, she didn't ask either.
The Baron wanted to see him in person. No, not on the com, just in person. He shared the Baron's suspicion about the secured phone lines. Roxane and Marco were informed not to disturb him and the Baron. Slightly short of breath, the Baron soon came up the stairs and they retired to the small guest room.
It's about the king, the baron began, he has changed from one day to the next. The master leaned forward tensely, for he had not noticed anything, but his last contact with the king was several days ago. The king is completely changed, the baron repeated, he is ill‐tempered, angry, aggressive towards everyone. He threw things around and snapped at everyone around him. His bad behavior especially affected his mistress, the Danish princess. He insulted her in public, chased her naked out of the room in a bad mood, and now he humiliated her in front of everyone. The master sat back, he did not want to hear all that. Yesterday, the baron reported, he left the princess standing completely naked in his study, even though dozens of people were going in and out. At night, for no reason, he opened both sets of French doors to his bedchamber and let Secret Service agents and uniformed guards watch him and her have sex, heedless of the humiliated princess's weeping. Yes, the same thing again this morning, and it seemed that he wanted to humiliate his mistress at every available opportunity.
Both were silent. The baron wanted to lighten the mood a bit and remarked that the princess was, of course, a feast for the eyes and really passionate about ... – he interrupted himself, for the master did not feel like laughing at all. The baron added that he had ordered all the witnesses to the scandal to keep quiet and threatened everyone with a charge of treason. They both knew that the castle would not hold tight long enough. They deliberated for a long time, for it would be very difficult to wrest from the king the need for a medical examination. In the end, they decided to visit the king together tomorrow at breakfast time. The master did not reveal to the baron that he wanted to dive into the head of the regent.
In the morning they entered the king's private chambers, the agent on guard not letting them in until the king was sitting at breakfast. Whispering, the baron had found out that there had been another scandalous incident like last night before. Probably the most famous psychiatrist in the city had arrived at the same time as them; he had been summoned by several masters. The king was in a bad mood and greeted sullenly. Candor and the baron let the professor do the talking, and Candor immediately noticed that the king's mind was barred. Dark, black, impenetrable. Someone or something was blocking the king's thoughts, releasing him only very briefly to understand the professor's question and give a quick, direct answer. It ran ice‐cold down the master's spine, because it was immediately clear to him that this could have a disastrous effect. He could penetrate into the thoughts of the baron and the professor completely without any problems, he could even catch a glimpse of the erotic fantasizing of the princess, who was lustfully masturbating herself in bed.
There was a dark, impenetrable shadow on the king's mind. The king babbled like a conspiracy theorist about all sorts of "those" who meant him harm. He spouted such primitive, paranoid nonsense that his visitors had to restrain their reactions. He reported with obscene language about the dirtiest details of the Dane's love life, turned the big screen to his visitors and presented them with pornographic footage he had of her. The three visitors stared spellbound and horny at the images of the young girl, the provocative poses and her beautiful cunt that once enchanted the king. The master realized that most of the shots were from her youth, when she was very, very young and not yet the king's mistress. The king angrily decapitated another breakfast egg and the master rose first, the other two following.
On arriving in the antechamber, the baron looked from one to the other. "I don't understand," he said, then looked at the floor. The master remained silent, knowing that the professor was formulating his diagnosis. The professor inquired again that the king had been perfectly well yesterday morning and had only fallen ill during the course of the morning. The Baron recapitulated the events minutely, mentioning every single coffee cup that had been smashed against the wall and every footman who had been yelled at for no reason and in one case kicked in the butt. With red ears, he juggled words to describe the young king's clearly sexual slips. The professor nodded, nodded, nodded. Such a sudden attack of presumably paranoid schizophrenia was a very bad sign. The rapid deterioration of such patients is well known – here the professor looked directly at the master – one would have to prepare to keep the patient away from his tasks. The professor's look became quite hard. Usually the patient will completely deteriorate after only a few days, he added. The baron asked cautiously, "Danger to life?" The professor nodded, "Probably."
They fell silent, embarrassed. The young, energetic king – doomed? The professor, usually calm and in control, slapped his forehead. "Why am I only coming to this now!" He explained to the stunned men that he had had a world‐renowned expert as a guest for two weeks and was trying hard to recruit her at least as a visiting professor. She was just the right person, he said, an expert of the first rank to verify his diagnosis! He would immediately see to it that she examined the king.
A glance at his com told Candor that he needed to call Roxane, urgently! He asked the Baron to arrange everything with the Professor, then excused himself. When he called Roxane, he barely understood her, she was crying and sobbing, it was about her parents. He immediately made his way home and tried to comfort Roxane. After a few minutes, she was able to coherently report that her father had suffered a heart attack and that her mother had also collapsed because of it. Both were in the hospital, but the doctors were worried. She should come home as soon as possible, just in case.
Just in case! This triggered another crying fit in Roxane. Candor took the initiative. First, he called Marco's school and discussed the situation with the principal. She knew who he was and that he was a person of high rank at the court. He skillfully steered the conversation to the upcoming end of school and the following vacations. The principal took a quick look at her screen and suggested that Marco be given a leave of absence immediately, and that he could make up the two missing exams in the fall. Candor acted surprised and thanked her for being so accommodating, and if she could send Marco home right away? He hung up and thought to himself that he just needed to use a little mind manipulation. Then he reserved two seats on the express train to Budapest, changing to the express train to Bucharest. He hugged Roxane for the hundredth time and helped her pack. She prepared the clothes in two heaps and he stuffed everything into two suitcases, to say the truth. Marco arrived and immediately understood the situation when Candor looked at him seriously and said that he himself absolutely had to stay here because apparently a disaster was coming in king's court and that he, Marco, now had to be the strong man to take care of Roxane during the trip. There was still time to have a snack together and then he called an electric cab, "No, not an autonomous one, but one with a human driver." The employee in the cab center laughed because of this wording and started the round call, Candor smiled amusedly as she asked the dumbfounded driver in all seriousness if he was a human driver? He knew Roxane didn't fly in airplanes or get into autonomous driving vehicles. He hugged them both warmly before they got into the cab.
Evening had already fallen, so he called the baron and asked for the state of affairs. The young professor had come immediately and had talked with the king for two hours. The latter was very quiet afterwards and wanted to go to sleep right away. The professor then talked with the psychiatrist and him and said that the first diagnosis was perfect, but she did not want to give up the patient so easily. She had never been able to save a patient with such severe attacks, she said, but there was no way she was going to give up. "I took an oath!" she said.
The master inquired what his impression was. The Baron lowered his voice, as if that would help a little against uninvited eavesdroppers, and said she had more going for her than the Professor! The king had been talking to her calmly for almost two hours. He drank the water with the sleeping powder without any problems and went to bed. The Professor – the Baron leafed through his notebook – a Dr. Eve de Tourneville of the University Hospital in Lyon, wanted two or three sessions a day with the King and the Herr Professor as support. He had immediately called Master Gregory so that she would have a privileged access pass and would be checked by the Royal Chancery. The Baron added that Master Gregory was taking over the King's agenda for the time being. Secondly, he had already done some research on the Tourneville himself and there was nothing unusual prima vista. A good, hardworking girl, excellent grades, many publications, no scandals, nothing in the databases of the five French secret services. Six, corrected the master.
Although he had slept fitfully, his first thought was of Marco and Roxane, they were still on the train. He left a speach note on Roxane's box, she should call him only in the evening after seven, he had very important things to do during the day at court. But she could call him during the day if necessary. He knew she understood perfectly. Then he went to take a shower. Only when he was almost finished did Elaine appear. She had to get her way, as always, then Eva washed Elaine's beautiful breasts and looked at him expectantly. "Did you kill the old man?" he asked, because he wanted to hear it from her himself. Eva looked at him with Elaine's eyes and after a pause answered, yes, she had killed him because he had spent his whole life molesting her, the old dirty pig. If she hadn't been so upset, so deeply hurt in her womanhood, she wouldn't have done anything to him. She would also be sorry because he could no longer publish his brilliant research results and his papers were rotting in boxes in the basement of the institute.
He was silent for a very long time, then he wanted to know if she had placed the bugs in the apartment. "Yes," she answered immediately, "I also took samples for DNA–sequencing." He was taken aback. DNA–sequencing? What that had to do with bugs? "I have to elaborate," she said, "the old man experimented on both of us. Manipulated our genes. Repaired our bodies, eliminated defects. Enormously expanded our brain capacity. At the same time proved that people can spend a long time in a kind of coma and be awakened again. Aren't you surprised to be able to do daily at the advanced age of almost seventy? Yes, he has successfully manipulated your gonads and penis, your loin strength is that of a thirty year old. Congratulations, Leo! It didn't work so well for me. He did everything he could to manipulate my ovaries. But in the end, he could only greatly slow down ovulation, not stop it. I have the body of a perfectly healthy thirty‐year‐old, but the ovaries of a woman well into her forties. This is a big problem for me. I have to hurry up if I want another child."
He remained silent. What she told was understandable. But he did not understand what it had to do with him, how it explained the strange events, he asked simply. "I needed your DNA," she continued, "I am a scientist among other things, I was able to find out that we are compatible and we both have many many good genes. Better than any other human. I have to hurry to have a child. You can father like a young one. We pass the best genes of this planet to our children! The bugs helped me get to know you and your family. With Elaine's help, I got to know you even better in the shower. For me, it was very nice, and I have enough experience to judge it." She smiled frivolously and nodded, "...a lot of experience!"
He thought for a long time. Then he looked seriously into Elaine's eyes and asked Eve that she obviously assumed he was in her breeding program. She could at least ask him, he thought. She nodded gravely. "Yes, of course. I also know exactly what you would have answered. No money in the world could have changed your mind; I know your accounts and your wealth." She paused for a very long time. "My plan has gone quite well so far. Of course, I would prefer it if you could go along with it out of conviction. The alternative is to force you. You're not as far along in your development as I am to purposefully manipulate and coerce other people into doing something."
He objected that he was very intimately connected to Roxane, that he would never want to cheat on her. She interjected, what were they doing here in the shower? He knew it was true. From the moment he discovered that Elaine was not Elaine, he had been deceiving both Elaine and Roxane. Still, he refused, saying that she could not force him. "What, you don't believe me?" She looked at him briefly, then he felt her take possession of his mind. He could only passively watch as she made use of his body, forcing him to do her bidding. But she immediately ended it again, saying, "We'll save that for tonight!" and disappeared.
He ate breakfast with mechanical movements and thought about everything Eva had said. From her point of view, everything made sense and she was apparently able to make him do anything. She had power over his Elaine's fantasies and could control his body at will. He noticed that she had spoken of a child at first, but of children at the end. He had no doubt that she was scientist enough to interpret DNA. He didn't doubt for a moment that she was capable of obtaining and installing state‐of‐the‐art bugs, not to mention near‐perfect burglary. He trusted her to penetrate even well‐secured electronic systems. From her point of view, she was pursuing a complex plan that required a lot of knowledge and a whole lot of skill. Like a blow, he was struck by the realization that Roxane and Marco were out of town and he was alone. Could Eva have arranged this? And how? He jumped up irritated and went to the Hofburg.
The receptionist handed him his mail as usual, one envelope he had to acknowledge as "Received!" with his com. The envelope was marked with a red tape, "Officially opened!" and the royal seal. He inappropriately stopped in the middle of the room and read the letter carefully. The Danish princess wrote that she thanked him for his services with all her heart and urged him to take good care of the unfortunate king. She had to break off her engagement and return to Denmark immediately; she could not wait for the expected scandalous reports in the media. The king's mental state and her only hazy memories of multiple sexual humiliations would certainly be splashed all over the tabloids. She had a calm discussion with the king that very night, amicably dissolved the engagement in verbo and left immediately. Adieu, my dear friend! was her last sentence.
He put the papers in his black cloak and went up the stairs, where he found the baron and the professor waiting. He sat down with them and learned that the french professor had already been with the king for half an hour. Obviously she had judged him correctly and had not taken the professor at all. Candor chattered away perfunctorily and at an appropriate moment surreptitiously slipped the princess's letter to the baron. Then he signaled with his eyes for the Baron to read it outside. The Baron got up and went into the washroom. The professor looked up only briefly and said to the master that he was studying an essay that Madame de Tourneville had published a few months ago. Then he immersed himself in his reading again. A servant knocked on the door of the royal bedchamber, opened it, and carried in the tray with additional breakfast. Master Candor could see no one, but heard the king and the professor talking in French.
He impulsively jumped up and immediately sat down again. He had recognized the voice immediately. He knew that voice. It was unmistakable.
It was Eva.
Instantly, he tried to "see" her. He saw love, affection, happiness. Then she blocked his thought access and continued chatting with the king. He let his thoughts slide to the king and caught a peaceful, happy image before she blocked him there, too. Disappointed, he pulled back and his thoughts roamed the professor. The latter's thoughts circled full of horniness over the passages where the patients reported their sexual practices. With a touch of contempt, he stood up and turned to leave. The baron met him and they talked in the anteroom. It seemed impossible for the master to relate his discovery without divulging all the details, even intimate ones. He concealed it from the only friend he had at the moment. The Baron gave him back the letter and they decided to go down to the chancery, having learned that Master Gregory was there. The three of them discussed the current situation and together they did the necessary tasks to keep everything running seamlessly. Master Gregor had to have an awkward, long conversation with the Danish court and was very tight‐lipped afterwards. It was getting dark when the Baron's com signaled that the professor was finished. Candor excused himself cowardly, for he did not want a confrontation with Eva/Eve de Tourneville on this terrain. Tomorrow he would question her in a highly embarrassing manner while taking a shower sex!
At home, he had Lucy fix him a little something, anything, in lieu of dinner and rushed to his big screen and worked for hours. He had to find out who the Tourneville really was. Although he dictated command after command to the com and mustered all his knowledge about researching using AI, he couldn't find more than the more technically trained Baron. Or, did he?
He followed up on a vague hunch. Eve d.T. had given many lectures at home– and abroad, so he compared travel expenses and the private account and the accounts of her university. Despite his poor knowledge of French, he found several discrepancies, how were some trips paid for? Further. She had long had a rented apartment and everything was in order, but she had bought a whole floor of a Palais in Lyon a year ago, all the papers were in order except for the small fact that she had never paid the price. Eva had to have a secret account or a closet full of cash. He kept searching when he heard a voice in his head. "Please open up for me, I'm at your door!" said Eva. He turned off the screen and gave Lucy orders to open the door. Curious, he looked at Eva.
She was a slender, very beautiful woman with a very attractive hourglass–figure. The evenly beautiful face of the thirty‐year‐old beamed at him. She stepped forward in surprise and hugged him on her toes, giving him three welcoming French‐style kisses on the cheeks as he leaned down to her. Then she took a step back and eyed him up and down as well. "So, what do you think?" He asked her on, into the living room to the seating area. Could he offer her something, he asked, and Lucy instantly handed him an uncorked bottle of white wine and two glasses, which he placed on the coffee table, brought cigarettes, his cigars, and the ashtray from his desk, and sat down across from her. He liked her a lot, at least her body. What an impressive, attractive, wonderful body! He obviously said it out loud, she smiled proudly and thanked him.
"If you like, I'll answer your questions right now" she said, sipping the white wine. He nodded and lit a cigar, she smoked a cigarette. "Yes" she began, "I lured Roxane and Marco to Bucharest and don't worry, their father didn't have a heart attack, the doctors will soon determine that. His indisposition, as well as the mother's reaction, were purely mental, a cheap sleight of hand on my part. I wanted to be alone with you." He nodded and said he had thought so. "The king is not ill, you will see. I've already visited him during the coronation, I read in his mind that he didn't really love the Dane Princess at all and she was just one of the uncounted glittering party flies striving upward who had simply stayed pecking at him. I played in his mind all the love affairs and quickies she had behind his back in Vienna and his reactions were violent. He wanted to humiliate her and then send her home. That was less brutal, from my point of view, than what I originally intended to do to her. You will see, the king will get better day by day, in fact he is neither sick nor dead, I treat him very lovingly."
"The king and the princess?" he asked sharply. She looked at him frankly and willingly let him into her thoughts. "Yes, all my doing, my plan! I have darkened the mind of the king and also inculcated in him once more the humbling of the princess. I gave the princess an insatiable desire, so that she hardly left the bed and ordered one guard after another to come to her bed. Slutty she was before, though," she said flippantly, "and enjoyed it too, believe me!"
He refilled the wine and sucked on his cigar. "That you were the only one to discover the discrepancies in my finances just shows me how smart you are. And that I tend to be sloppy about things that don't seem important to me. I paid for the trips and my nice apartment from my secret accounts, I have also amassed a small fortune like you. But unfortunately not in your honest way. I've treated the odd criminals in my medical practice – and I take the medical oath extremely seriously, — even though all my papers are just good forgeries and I didn't even study medicine – so, I dipped into the Parisian underworld for a short time and ordered several bosses to raid their accounts and transfer everything to me, with a detour through their opponents' accounts. The gang wars that followed thinned out the criminal world, but I don't regret any of it. So in a very short time I have amassed a tidy fortune, criminal money in my secret accounts. I never took a dime from a decent human being or physically harmed one, I swear! Then my vacation was over and I worked diligently in the university clinic. When all the expertise of the University Hospital is readily available to you, and you can read the minds of experts, you become industrious, smart, and recognized worldwide." She paused thoughtfully and they both drank in silence.
He scratched his head and stroked his gray, long hair. "Why the king?" he asked, but she shook her head, saying it was too early to talk about it. She assured him again that the king would soon be well, that she meant him no harm, she swore. After a long pause, she asked how he felt about her project?
Once again he tickled his long hair, then said, "I admire you in manifold ways, you are one of the good ones, I know that for certain! One day I will understand what you intend to do with the king, or one day you will initiate me. I have sworn an oath, and I will not become a high traitor!" He paused to see her reaction, she let him in so he could "see". He saw that she was watching her ovulation. He scratched his beard before continuing. "I can only guess how great your powers are. I don't want to be forced, I don't want to become a sexbot, so my answer, yes, I'm in! But," and he interrupted her before she answered, "but I want rules of the game. One, Roxane will hear it from me, or not. Two: I want you to respect my mental privacy in the future, as much as possible. No mind reading, no manipulating. Everything openly or not at all. As little mumbo‐jumbo between us as possible." He paused.
She replied, "Yes, agreed! I may need my special abilities for the project, but I can promise not to invade your mind or manipulate you. And Roxane, that's clear." He stood up and leaned over her. They kissed for a long time and her lascivious French kiss showed him that she had a lot of experience. Then he said he was going to take a shower and wait for her in the guest room. After he went ahead, she drank two more glasses of white wine before getting in the shower.
She came every evening until Roxane and Marco returned. She made him feel that it was not cheating. He was grateful that she opened up her innermost feelings to him and let him witness them. Their agreement, no mumbo jumbo between them, held even though they exchanged and connected mentally. It fascinated him to delve into her sexual feelings. Of course, he had not told Roxane a word about it, even though he knew full well that it was distracting Roxane mentally. After a brief interruption, he visited her in her hotel room in the afternoon.
It was not a week before the king was himself again. Eva visited him daily for breakfast and left him in good spirits. The baron reported to Candor that the king had recovered perfectly, was developing a great sexual appetite, and was receiving lady visitors every night. The prettiest girls were scrambling to share his bed and dreamed of becoming queen.
Candor repeatedly thanked Eve for curing the king, but she insisted that it was only a sleight of hand and not a real illness. She assured him that the king would only get water with a little honey and sweetening spices, and also an ordinary sleeping potion in the evening. He would please keep it to himself, since her nimbus as a great professor was still useful to her. She still made a secret of what this maneuver with the king meant really.
On those afternoons she told him about her life before and after the clinic, told him all about her sexuality and about the many lovers she had had. She showed him how she had learned to play with her bud and showed it to him. How her classmates showed her how to do a hand job. How she was deflowered by the snazzy gym teacher when she was 14. She showed him thousands of pictures of her having sex and he watched her speechless with horniness, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. How she had become the best medic at Lyon University with her previous knowledge and how she had robbed the gangsters. How she effortlessly mentally seduced any man she liked into copulating with her. How she had made her plan to find patient No. 5 and have children with him.
One afternoon, as they lay on the bed smoking, she said she was finally pregnant. She was really happy about it, he could "see" that in her mind. He said that he was very happy for her and gave her a big hug. He held her for another quarter of an hour, murmuring that she had now reached her goal and that he was very happy that she had chosen him for this. He kept hugging her until her tears had dried. Sometime later he said that there was now no need for her erotic escapades. Immediately he sensed something like a deep sadness in her, although she said it was his decision. Was it just laziness or was she manipulating him, he still continued to visit her.
The king was back in full office, no more mention was made of the illness, and only during a private conversation did the king mention to the master that he missed his doctor's kind presence at breakfast. But King Erich changed the subject and gave vent to his anger that the parliament refused to become a real representation of the people. He was eager to hand over the decisions and responsibilities, to take back the dominance of the royal administration. They discussed for over an hour and the master was able to come up with some good ideas on how he would address the parliament problem. After they had already stood up and the master had turned to leave, the king got personal again.
All those young things who warmed his bed, who gave him their virginity exultantly, it was all very superficial and not a permanent solution. The king mentioned the queen dowager only briefly, but the master knew that immediately after his recovery she had managed to tie King Erich to her for three consecutive nights. The king was silent for the next ten minutes, thinking of the escapades with the queen dowager, as the master had mentally commanded him. The master became deeply absorbed in the king's thoughts and could "see" how impressed the king was with the amorous arts of the queen dowager, who was only five years younger. Even the master had to admit approvingly that she was a real cannon in bed after seeing everything. But the king was on his guard and had no throne to share with her either. He vigorously but politely chased her away as he began to rave in front of her that the best families sent their 13 to 19 year old daughters to him and how much he delighted in their tender virginal bodies. The queen dowager left him without resenting him. The Dane, on the other hand, had one good thing going for her, the king said, a quiet, uncomplicated companionship without emotional ups– and downs. But she was, alas, a damned bitch, he added bitterly, nothing for a queen and a family he wanted so much. He had sent her nude photos via diplomatic courier and deleted them from his electronic system. It was the last time the king mentioned the Danish princess to him, and silently he agreed with the king, since Eva had often let him "see" the "movies" of the princess' sex life stored in her memory. On his way out, he still heard that the king called his doctor on short notice.
In the afternoon Eva received him beaming with joy, the king had invited her to dinner, not professionally but privately. She nodded understandingly when he mentioned that the king was getting tired of defoliating the most beautiful roses in town. She looked at him for a long time. "The good man is looking for a family of his own," she said as she hugged him, initiating the sexual part.
Later he went to a computer specialist who had put together a computer to the highest standard and delivered it. Marco was completely out of his mind and very pleased with the gift. He immediately retired to his room with the expert to put the device into operation. When he left, Marco immediately disappeared back into his room and the master finally had time for himself and Roxane again. He listened patiently to her stories from home and also to the amazing news that her parents had received a surprising windfall. He feigned surprise, although he knew that this was Eva's doing, for he had demanded it of her. As they went to bed, he marveled again at how loosely his loins put away the afternoon's strain from Eva and effortlessly inflamed Roxane's passion. Afterwards, he held her very tenderly and lovingly in his arms while she rekindled and cooled her lust all over again herself. It was her wish from the beginning that he came first and she only afterwards.
The king invited Eve de Tourneville to dinner every day, and they conversed splendidly. After a few days Eve reported to the not so astonished master that she had spent the night with the king and let him "see" it. The two of them enjoyed their memories and fought on the bed. They both laughed when Candor remarked that they now both had two loves. He was pleased when she showed him in her mind the little blob of tissue in her womb that would become her child. He had not been able to see through it to see inside her own body. Despite all the experimentation, he couldn't. She had promised to help him with it. It could also affect her health and had also changed and shaped her appearance and attractive body. "The body you like so much!" He asked her to once again see the night with the king. He held her hand as they closed their eyes and experienced their ecstasies together once again.
He was no fool. Of course, it had become clear to him from the beginning that Eve wanted to claw the king. He waited a few more days, then asked Eve to swear to him that he would do only what was best for the king. He would not be a traitor and would not allow anything that would harm the king or the kingdom, even if he had to give up his life to do so. She opened her mind to him and swore it, high and holy. He saw that she meant it sincerely. Then he said how he saw her project. The king's wish for a family was to come true and their child was to grow up in the best conditions. "All our children," she added, giving him such a frivolous look that it knocked him over. Candor lowered his head. Somehow it was cheating the king, but she spoke at length to him and convinced him. She had studied the king's DNA and found that he had limited procreative ability and his genes were inferior. His children could be substandard or even feeble‐minded. He didn't believe it at first, but she remained rock solid. "What do you wish for your king, untalented and incompetent children?" she asked, hugging him. He was glad she moved on to the sexual part and he could think for a day.
Eve spent much of her time with the king. Just three weeks later, the king gathered the high council and masters to announce his engagement to Dr. Eve de Tourneville. The legal department of the royal chancery had confirmed that he could marry a commoner and that naturalization was automatic with the marriage. He ordered that anyone could file a written objection within three days, and on the fourth the royal court as well as the public would be notified. There would be no wedding date yet. The king looked from one to the other, then he left the banquet hall.
Night after night Eve gave herself to the king, soon loving him with all her heart. Yet she held fast to the afternoons with Candor. He had decided not to tell Roxane anything about Eva and to love her as before, for she had forgotten everything about Eva and had not asked about Elaine for a long time. "You have your secrets, I have mine," she meant in a conversation they had as always when she had calmed down after her pleasure. He never confessed to her that he knew all her secrets.
She had only one secret, since childhood. At least she treated it as a secret, although she did it in front of Candor quite unselfconsciously when they were together. It was part of having sex with her husband. But doing it alone and secretly, she kept that as a secret. When she helped out across the street at her aunt's noblewoman's salon, doing all the office work, she would secretly and voyeuristically watch the goings‐on on a surveillance monitor and then spend the afternoon in the bedroom. Or, when Marco had a girl over to study, she would stand as quiet as a mouse with bated breath outside his door and listen to the boy seduce the girl. He was, after all, already 16 and the crush of many young girls. And in that time it was seen with pleasure that girls were already introduced to love at the age of 13 or 14.
Roxane immediately spoke up to Candor when Marco started asking girls out in the afternoon. She had read through everything about current opinions on contraception, but hardly anyone used contraception these days, except for the noble hookers in the salon across the street. The rapid decline of male procreative power had dropped to less than ten percent in the past hundred years, experts called it slow–sperm. Sperm had lost much of its motility and a great many couples remained childless, which was a major problem demographically. Whenever a girl or woman became pregnant, people greeted it with joy and cared precious little about how it was conceived or by whom. The term illegitimate child slowly disappeared from the vernacular. After all, neither of them used contraception; a child would certainly have been welcome to Roxane and him. They both did not want to have Marco's fertility tested, it was up to him to decide. They smiled to each other and decided not to deny Marco the pleasures of the flesh. Roxane felt the heat in her ears whenever she told Candor of her furtive eavesdropping at Marco's door. He felt her loins inflame as she lay across him. As always, he was delighted when she ignited her lust herself and he shared in her fantasies about her son's overheard lovemaking as if he were there.
He could only rarely visit Eva now, because she could only take time off every ten or fourteen days. She had rented a large apartment very close to the castle, moved her utensils and medical equipment from the hotel and from Lyon, and was in the new surgery every day. The king, after some debate, had agreed that his future wife wanted to continue practicing medicine. Since he knew she was pregnant – of course pregnant by him – he urged a speedy marriage. She asked him for time to consider whether she wanted to be crowned queen, although she already knew quite well that she wanted to be dubbed princess at the very most. Master Candor was not clear about their motives, but he accepted it. The king had personally commissioned him to explore the queen's question with the Tourneville and perhaps convince her of the need. He took the assignment very seriously and, as often as she could, retired with the Tourneville to her bedroom in the back of the doctor's office and let his loins do the arguing. He was able to report success to the king after some time, she would agree to the coronation after her confinement, perhaps at the christening of their son. They talked very often how it should go in the future and at least she did not want to give up the triangular relationship. She had decided not to conceive from the king, and he could not dissuade her from that.
The king loved the Tourneville with all his heart, more than he had ever loved a girl. Eva loved the king with every fiber of her heart, but her soul loved Candor. He knew he loved Roxane above all else, but he also loved Eva and Elaine, each in a different way. At Eva's request, the king made the wedding as bourgeois as possible; only his staff of advisors and their wives were invited to the banquet, about two hundred people. The master stood after the banquet – the king did not accept his diaper excuses – he stood at the window with a glass of port in his hand and pondered. He was one of the first to congratulate King Erich with a firm handshake and then to embrace Princess Eve de Tourneville and kiss her on the cheek left and right. She grasped his hand and placed it unobtrusively on her little belly. Now he stood by the window for himself, gazing out and sipping port. All at once Eva knocked in his head it was important. "I've given your Roxane a thorough medical examination," she said. "She has a tiny tumor in her right breast, on the outside. You should get that checked out as soon as possible!" He remained standing for a long time, betraying with no expression the panic that raged within him.
He could not explain it better to Roxane than that he had such a vague feeling and persuaded her to make an appointment with the gynecologist. He hid his concern from her, but as the appointment approached, he had the royal office call the gynecologist, saying that would give his call a little more weight. After some back– and forth, the doctor was on the line. She was not impressed at all, whether royal chancery or Vatican, it didn't matter to her what he wanted. Somewhat intimidated by her resolute demeanor, he asked to examine Roxane's breast in particular for a tumor on the right, on the outside. Whether he was a doctor, she blubbered indignantly, and when he replied in the negative, she simply hung up. But he "saw" that she was making a note.
The day continued as rottenly as it had begun. He received a call from the Orsini–Rosenberg secretariat asking if he would kindly have time to talk to Baron Orsini in person. No, it was about something personal, the friendly voice explained, the Baron could both come to the castle or receive him at the Palais? He just thought for a moment, something personal, okay, he would come to the Baron. A good hour later he arrived at the Palais Orsini–Rosenberg, which was opposite his own palace, and was immediately taken to the reception room. He already knew the Baron by sight, and he introduced the young woman to him as his wife. As they took their seats, he was paralyzed by the realization that he came from a generation a hundred years older. The baroness, like most young women, wore neither bra nor underwear. She proudly acknowledged with a smile his horny glances at her bare thighs and cunt; it was considered chic these days. The Baron kept up the smalltalk for a while while she got up and served the gentlemen French cognac. They sipped the delicacy and Baron Orsini got down to business.
The master was pleased that his black cloak with silver embroidery identified him as a royal advisor and did not object to being addressed as Excellency. The Baron described the centuries‐old Orsini–Rosenberg family and its importance to the old and new monarchy, while Candor's eyes rested steadfastly on his Baroness's cunt, examining her closely, the cleft and labia smiling almost invitingly. One of his children – he cast a sidelong glance at his spouse and remarked that the children from previous marriages – that is, one of his daughters, Laurica, was friends with his son. Very intimate friends, he added, and paused for a long moment.
Candor lifted his gaze and looked the Baron firmly in the eye. Marco, he said, was first of all his foster son, and secondly, he had no knowledge nor any influence on whom the boy was associating with. Thirdly, he finished his explanation, the Virgin's Money for defloration had been abolished for about two hundred years. He fell silent and turned his attention back to the baroness's thighs and cunt. Her labia were dark and narrow, hanging out raggedly. The Baron hurriedly assured that he was a modern man and naturally supported his daughter's becoming a woman, as everyone expected him to do. No, on the contrary, he rather thought of fostering the young friendship and deepening the relations of their houses, perhaps even a marital bond andsoforth. The Master was amused by the idea that he was one of those houses and activated his com's rescue call, while the Baron strode happily toward the conquest of the castle. Shortly after, the signal from his com rang and he answered the fake–call with a theatrical gesture of apology. He had to leave, unfortunately, he said, casting a last appreciative glance under the Baroness's skirt and smiling winkingly at the self‐confident, proud woman, he said goodbye formally and hurried away after assuring her that he would think about the matter.
While walking home across the square Am Hof, he dictated a memo and attached the audio–recording of the Baron's last sentences. Once home, he got rid of his cloak and went to the back, to Marco's room. He knocked and entered at the same time. Marco looked up and the girl paused with her pelvic movements, then disengaged from each other. He hadn't seen teenage nudity in a long time and admired the naked, beautiful cunt. Marco whispered to the girl and asked her to leave. The girl, who could by no means be described as pretty, nodded her understanding and Marco quickly got dressed. The girl took her time and showed her nudity extremely freely and without shyness. Candor's eyes wandered over her sweet, childlike body until she left. When they were alone, he told his son about the strange encounter at the Orsinis'. How it was with their daughter? he asked simply and Marco thought only briefly, then told everything truthfully.
When he was finished, the master mentally commanded him to go over the events again in his mind. He could see the pretty girl unsteadily undressing and willingly laying down on the bed despite her uncertainty. He witnessed how they kissed each other, Marco covered the small breasts with kisses and she put his genitals in the right position with her hand. He experienced Marco breaking the seal of her vagina, the long union and the moment when he poured himself into her womb. Candor was impressed, for his last such experience was over a hundred years ago. He gave Marco the mental instruction to forget this interrogation.
They talked about the Orsini–girl for a while longer, and Marco assured him it had all gone normally, nothing of consequence. He and Lori were just friends, not in love. Yes, he could tell sex from love and knew he would meet the woman of his life someday, but he was still too young for that. Marco explained to him, like an uneducated man, that today's youth was like him, at his age everyone was having sex. And Lori was already fourteen and wanted to be made a woman of her own accord, for which girls always choose a boyfriend. Marco cautiously asked if the father Orsini was so unworldly and expected to marry off his fourteen‐year‐old daughter? The master laughed out loud and said that the dad was only dreaming of the old glamour, the old glory of his family and was in fact not to be taken seriously. He patted his son on the shoulder and told him to continue to be friends with Lori and to pay no further attention to her father. Then he said regretfully that he had barged rude into his room and that hopefully he could see the girl again. Marco grinned and said, she'll be back!
As he left the boy, Roxane was waiting for him and asked anxiously what was wrong? He told about the conversation with the Orsini and what he was tensing up. When he mentioned the Baroness, she pulled him by the sleeve into the bedroom and whispered that Marco didn't need to hear everything. He didn't feel like having sex at the moment, but obediently undressed. She put her head in his lap and he had to tell about the Baroness. "Apparently it's coming back into fashion," she whispered when he told her that the Baroness was completely nude shaved. She had gotten into the mood and he told how he had burst into Marco's room. Roxane had already defeated the first dragon when he finished describing the Baroness's cunt, as detailed as possible, of course, and he was allowed to add anything until Roxane got to the preliminary finale. Now once again a dragon raised its fire‐breathing head as it told of the youthful sexcapades. She widened her eyes and demanded to hear everything in detail as she strangled her dragon. Were the sexes actually into each other? What were they doing, how much could he see of what they were doing? What did his privates look like? What did hers look like? He answered as best he could, and when he noticed her slaying dragon after dragon, he lied a bit to keep her in the mood. Outside it had already grown dark, dinner was cancelled, and the bodies of slain dragons were piled around their camp bed.
Roxane made a huge breakfast the next morning and gave Marco a double portion of snack. The master smiled and told her that he loved her with all his heart like no other. Roxane winced in the middle of kissing her, almost forgetting the appointment with the gynecologist, and ran off. He looked at the time display and nodded with satisfaction, she could still easily make it.
He was all the more surprised when Roxane's doctor called him around noon. There was nothing left of her bite. "You were absolutely right," she said with a sad undertone, "it's still a tiny thing, but absolutely malignant. It must be operated on at once!" She paused for a long moment, as if waiting for his reaction. "I've already discussed everything necessary with your wife, and she has an appointment early next week." The doctor's voice was far away, like the recordings of astronauts only a faint echo in his ears. "How did you know?" she asked again and he groaned, it was just such a thought, a feeling, a strange certainty. After a long silence she said, "See you next week then!" and hung up. Thoughts rotated in his head like in an old‐fashioned merry‐go‐round. He excused himself and left the castle. He waited at home in the dark for Roxane and read over Com everything on the subject.
He embraced her wordlessly and let her cry as long as she wanted. Then he told Lucy to turn on the dim light and served the best red wine they had. Over a cigarette and after a deep sip, they discussed everything. It was only a minor procedure, but afterwards she would have to rest for several weeks. He would have to think of something, also because of Marco. He got up and went to Marco's room.
He entered without knocking and Marco looked up in surprise. The master whispered, it will only take a moment and at the same time mentally ordered the girl to continue alone. Marco sat naked opposite him and he watched the girl while he informed Marco. "No, you can talk to Roxane later," he said, looking at the son's naked sex as he pondered. "I can live on my own for a while," the boy said, "if it's all right with you and Mom, I don't want to miss so many days at school again!" The master recapped, he and Roxane would go on vacation after the operation and "you stay here" – he pointed his chin at the gasping girl – "and go to school reliably, too!" Marco only now noticed that the girl had gone on alone and blushed shamefacedly. The master kissed the boy on the forehead and left quietly.
He knew a small hotel in Altaussee, a beautiful place in Styria, there were forests, a lake and a mountain with a good view, the Mount Loser. He went there very often after his hospital stay. He talked for a long time with the landlady, who reserved the best of her rooms for him, for at least three or four weeks, starting on Wednesday. She informed him, when asked, that they did not have a handful of guests now, in the off‐season, and that they would certainly have a pleasant and undisturbed stay. The landlady later wondered why she had said that. Then he hurried to Eva's ordination and waited patiently in the waiting room. When they were alone, he told everything and said they would not be able to meet for a few weeks. As they parted, he put his hand on her little tummy and said he would be back soon.
He went on into the castle, spoke to the Baron von Stetten, and left a speach note with the king. The King came out of the meeting room after a few moments and asked what exactly was going on. The master explained everything again and assured that he was always available for the royal chancellery and the baron, just in case. The king was shocked by the diagnosis and sent his best wishes to Roxane. Then, not without raising his eyes theatrically to the sky, he went back to the meeting room with a deep sigh. The Baron and he were still discussing all the details that were to be taken care of during his absence. The master asked what was on the baron's mind, but he waved it off, saying there was time.
Everything went well. The operation was short and after a detailed examination of the removed tissue, it was confirmed again that it was a malignant tumor, which would have to be checked again after two months. The doctor invited him to a debriefing and explained to him how he had to regularly treat the scar with an ointment and give her a shot in the chest every two days. Quite unabashedly, she briefly bared her small, skinny breast to show him the exact spot. The most important thing, however, was rest and no physical exertion of any kind. He described where they were going on vacation, and she said it was great, but no long hikes, nothing strenuous. The drug mix, he said, was very strong in its effects and put a lot of strain on the woman's body. Finally, she said, the good news was that most women had increased sexual desire as a side effect of the anesthetic and especially the injections. If he wanted, she could ... but he waved off, he did not need aphrodisiacs, but thank you anyway!
The master had ordered a limousine with driver, who delivered them to the hotel late at night. They slept until lunch. He talked with the landlady about meal times and other practical matters, since they were the only guests for some time. The landlady was fine with the suggestions; she could better plan the staff.
Even in the first few days, Roxane had recovered well and developed a tremendous appetite, and not just for food. It was fine with him and he did his best, and when he was too tired, she went alone to the dragon's lair and did them all. He delved deep into her thoughts and saw how much she secretly longed for a female playmate. That's what he wanted to give her, by all means! He searched the minds of all the women in the vicinity during the day, but had no luck with either the kitchen staff or the waitresses. But then he spotted a girl among the guests who fit the bill in many ways: she was bi, had already had many sexual experiences with boys and girls at 17, and was not comfortable in this godforsaken area without playmates of the same age. He read in her mind that she detested being controlled by well‐meaning parents. At dinner, he asked Roxane if she liked that girl over there? He was unsure, as she was not a particular beauty, rather short, slender and ugly. The girl had a half‐shaved head, on the other side her garish blond hair hung down in a curved quiff. She wore black, under the ridiculously short skirt you could see her long black stockinged legs. Roxane looked closely and thought the poor thing was almost dying of boredom. But yes, she looked interesting! Now the master was in his element. He gave the mental command to the parents to go to sleep immediately after dinner calm down, and commanded the girl to take a shower after dinner and join them in their room immediately.
When they got to the room, he told Roxane to shower with him and then put on her translucent nothing, he had a surprise for her. No sooner said than done. They didn't have to wait long, there was a knock at the door and he let Lena in. It took him only a tiny moment to mentally convey to the girl what exactly she was expecting and felt her joyful excitement. Roxane had to overcome an inner threshold, but after he made a start with the girl, she thawed out and participated, reservedly at first, but then with full passion. Still, she couldn't bring herself to do it herself in front of Lena, that secret belonged only to her and her husband. Candor paid no attention to Lena's ugliness, for her youthful, greedy cunt and passionate abandon appealed to him beyond measure, and Roxane loved watching them do it. By dawn they were all three exhausted and Roxane asked her if she would be back tomorrow night? That were wonderful nights, Candor didn't have to manipulate the girl anymore, she came voluntarily to their vicious camp. It was a pity that she was already going home at the end of the week, with a pensive, lascivious grin on her face, her parents in tow.
The next week they spent walking to the lake and getting daily rides to the lookout on the mountain. Candor made sure that Roxane did not overexert herself. They spent many hours in bed sleeping. He could see that she was thinking a lot about the experience with the girl. He wanted to wait until she broached the subject on her own.
"You know," she began, "I felt a great joy that you gave me this extraordinary experience. When you approached her without my realizing it only troubled me in retrospect." She was silent and he said that he had approached the girl very briefly at the salad bar, she had immediately accepted. The boredom, right?
She nodded with satisfaction, for she had seen the two of them standing there and thought nothing of it. "If one of us wanted to cheat on the other, we both could. Our fidelity only works by choice," he said firmly.
"That's exactly my next problem," she continued. "The experience of doing it with a girl or having it done by her was new and very horny for me. But at the same time I realized that it was just curiosity, I'm not a lesbian!" He was silent and did not interrupt her train of thought. "How many times did you sleep with me during those days, how many times with her?" The pause was short and icy. "Me you almost didn't touch, but you mounted her a thousand times. Without stopping, as if you had something to catch up on. But well, she's only half my age!" Now she was silent, a few tears rolling down her cheeks.
He stroked her hand, which he had been holding all along. It would have been easy to manipulate her and erase everything from her memory, but not Roxane, he told himself, with her as little mumbo‐jumbo as possible, he'd set out to do that from the beginning and kept it except for mind‐reading, for the most part.
"That's true," he said. "I was driven by doing it with such a young thing, she's not even 18! I could completely block out her looks, her ugliness. I was desperate to prove to Lena and myself that even an old man can still give pleasure. I looked at and admired her beautiful cunt a hundred times, because that was the only beautiful thing about her. I enjoyed every second of the confirmation of my masculinity. Besides, her techniques are good, you must have noticed. And in the end, you gave the impression that you enjoyed watching, too." He lowered his head and added, "Guilty on all counts!"
She thought for a long time. After minutes, she leaned her head against his chest and whispered, "Do you want to make up?" After a few minutes, she whispered, "It was a one‐time experience, and never again! I satisfied my curiosity, you satisfied yours. Let's leave it at that!"
He nodded in agreement and stroked her hair. But moments later she wanted to know, what techniques? But he waved it off, he didn't feel like having sex at the moment. There was no way he could tell her that Elaine had also mastered this technique. He went to the balcony and spoke with the Baron, in between also a few sentences with the King. Everything was in good order.
Roxane had meanwhile spoken with Marco, also with him everything was fine, she should not worry. "I heard a girl in the background" she added giggling and he said impassively, just like last time. She looked at him with her light green fox eyes turning light blue with burgeoning horniness. He knew he had made a mistake.
She pulled him to the bed and stripped him vigorously, unclothed in a flash, and lay across his lap. Well, go on, she said in a horny, cooing voice, fondling her breasts. There was nothing left for him, he had to tell. Tell in great detail.
How he went into Marco's room without knocking. The lovers parted. Roxane's hand slid to the dragon's den. Yes, he could see quite clearly how Marco very slowly pulled his cock out of the girl's cunt. That he sat down on the edge of the bed facing him. He could see a short pause, because Roxane just killed the first dragon. Yes, he replied, your boy has a beautiful, sufficiently large and very stiff genital with a hole in the front. They both had to laugh because Roxane's questions about her son's private parts kept coming, confusingly because she couldn't possibly look herself because of the incest taboo or dare to ask Marco to show off his private parts. All the more astonishing because years ago, when he was discovering his sexuality, she had often secretly watched him through the crack in the door and seen his private parts in full action. She was there when he learned to pull the foreskin rhythmically over the glans, she was there every time when he let his semen squirt out or his seminal flow just gushed out after a few times. Yes, she even secretly watched when he mounted his first girl. She obviously just had a fixation.
They talked, Marco and he. "And the girl?" asked Roxane, and he said, as if in passing, that the girl had gone on alone. "While you were talking?" Yes, he said, tirelessly she had done it as she, Roxane, he could see exactly. No, Marco sat with his back to her, "But you could see everything?" Yes, that's right, and Marco didn't turn around until the panting little girl was mercilessly strangling the dragon. Roxane loved him as well as his expressions. Over the next few minutes, he had to be very specific about the girl's cunt and also very specific about how she did it and the way she defeated the dragon. They played this game for hours until Roxane stopped, exhausted.
In the afternoons, when Roxane was asleep and pressed both hands on her pubic, he sat on the balcony in the sun and looked with her into her dreams, which were still occupied with Lena. Sometimes he practiced looking in–the–distance–as Eva had shown him, looking for Marco. He succeeded better every day and could even read along the written lines on Marco's screen. But he only stayed longer when Marco had a girl. For some time now, he was no longer surprised that Marco's girls were rarely beauties. It was apparently more important to the boy that they were still untouched. Beautiful girls were rarely virgins at that age, but the unpretty, fat and bespectacled ones were. Candor loved to virtually slip into Marco and experience everything almost for real. The arousal of the girl during foreplay, the penetration and breaking of the seal in her vagina and the increase of pleasure until Marco poured out in her womb. Marco had learned by now and forced all the girls to finish it themselves.
These excursions into Marco's mind were a very nice experience that he enjoyed over and over again. Otherwise, he plugged into his workspace via his com and worked on documents that would otherwise be left undone. King Charles had started a big project to make it easier for women to have children. They received a well‐funded pension for life starting with their first child, which was increased with each subsequent child. Women were no longer dependent on providing for themselves through marriage. Unfortunately, it meant that the ideals of the women's movement often came to naught. Women either had children or careers, rarely both.
After King Charles changed marriage laws and it was no longer possible to divorce for infidelity, free love increased significantly in all levels of society, leading to a general sexing up. No one wore swim trunks or bikinis when going to the beach or public baths, everyone bathed naked. An aroused man never stayed alone, one disappeared behind the bushes or, what became more and more popular, one made love on the spot in public. The clothing fashion did the rest, only older women still wore underwear. Young women were not stingy with their charms, because every man who took a liking to her increased her chances of having a child and a handsome pension. The pharmaceutical industry offered a plethora of ointments and lotions to protect against venereal diseases. Paradoxically, STDs were rapidly decreasing even though the sexualization of the population had increased.
The greening project still held many problems. The rural population in particular had little sympathy for planting a stand of trees in their fields. That was the fattest fish. Electrifying road traffic and later supplementing it with hydrogen drives was not problematic for the cities, but in rural areas, internal combustion engines could not be eradicated, and manufacturers did not follow suit, especially in the case of agricultural machinery. On this issue in particular, Parliament showed how fruitless debates could go on for decades. Candor was glad that King Erich took special care of the parliament and wanted to boost their work. He knew, of course, that the monarch wanted to bring the form of government closer to that of Britain, but he did not mind.
When he realized that Roxane was beginning to wake up in her afternoon nap, he would slip into bed with her, for she loved to be awakened with lovemaking. He was also very comfortable with it, as he was often still aroused from his foray into Marco's love life. As always, he relaxed first, then Roxane satisfied herself. She rarely thought about Lena anymore and tried hard to imitate her technique. He was sorry in retrospect, because she lost her naturalness and spontaneous passion during sex. He was tempted more than once to influence her mentally. Whenever she wanted to increase her arousal, he had to talk about his experience with Lena and inflame Roxane's kind of voyeurism. When he noticed at a dinner party that the young temp waitress was more lesbian than bisexual and then asked Roxane if she wanted the girl, he clearly sensed her desire and excited fantasies. But she gave a jerk and refused, that they had agreed so. It remains so!
He could not reach Eva about his long distance vision, they talked secretly about Com and avoided any treacherous word. He was very reassured that she and the child were doing well, that she and the king were getting closer. He was a very caring man and a passionate lover. The MedUni had offered her a professorship, but she had to decline, the king, andsoforth. She could not talk about Com about her work, but she let it be known that they would have to discuss something later in persona. He felt a comforting warmth around his heart, but like her, avoided saying a careless word. After the conversation he felt something light as a feather touch his spirit, that was her way of saying I love you.
They extended their stay for a fourth, then a fifth week, and Roxane was grateful. The surgical scar seemed to be healing well and Roxane felt fully recovered and healthy. She still had tremendous sexual pressure toward the shot and he felt that clearly, but they had a vacation and plenty of time to do it. One morning, when he had awakened Roxane with lots of love and she was full and purring, cuddling her pubic and wondering if she wanted to do it again, he went to take a shower. Elaine, who appeared irregularly, was already waiting for him.
She smiled kindly, realizing that he had just come out of Roxane's embrace, and whispered with mild disappointment, "Some other time!" Then she reported an impending calamity. Yes, the day after tomorrow, on the night of Wednesday to Thursday around midnight, a violent earthquake in the northern Canale Valley. He hugged her for a long time, because they saw each other less and less. He left the shower with a towel around his hips and immediately called the Interior– and Foreign Ministries, relaying the information and urging haste. The Italians knew, thank God, that the Kingdom was always right. Thursday Candor learned that thanks to immediate evacuation no one had been injured, the quake occurred Thursday morning around two and caused great damage. Afternoon King Erich himself called and thanked, "well done, my friend, well done!"
On the weekend before the 5th week, the young temp waitress was back and he saw how much Roxane was plagued by her burgeoning horniness. On Sunday she could stand it no longer and whispered in his ear if she could have the girl after all, please–please, just for once? He answered in the affirmative and went to the counter. First he explored the girl's mind while she went about her work. For a lesbian adventure she would be available immediately, a union with a man was unimaginable, she had never done it before. He knew when her service ended and mentally gave her the appropriate instructions. Then he went back to Roxane and winked mischievously. Despite Roxane's flaming, they finished their meal quietly, and since they still had to wait for Ela, the girl, Roxane extinguished the worst of the flames in her body herself.
Ela knocked and was about to turn back when she saw him. She was over 18 and looked like country girls look, plump and buxom curves gave her body an attractive, appealing being. The plump breasts, slim waist and wide flaring hips emphasized this impression. Her round face with bullet‐round blue eyes made her appear very childlike. She had been a lesbian since childhood, knowing only masturbation and mutual satisfaction with fingers and tongue when she was with a girl or woman. There were plenty of those in this rural area.
He gestured to the back, and when Roxane beckoned her, she cautiously entered. Roxane greeted and hugged her, then they whispered meaningfully for a very long time and the two girls disappeared into the shower together. The night went as expected, Roxane and Ela chased the dragons in droves and Ela made Roxane jubilate with her tongue. Roxane apparently experienced it for the first time and returned the favor with passion.
Ela cried fearfully when he tried to take her. Only when he stroked her head reassuringly, she looked fearfully and spellbound at his behemoth. She should touch it quietly, he said in a commanding tone, and Ela grabbed it intimidated, exploring every detail in wonder. After grasping everything, she lay on her back with a sigh, then whispered, "But I have to see it!" She kept her head up and looked very closely, clumsily grasping his monstrosity and slowly directing it to her sex. She held him tightly and let him penetrate very delicately and carefully. She held him quite terrified as he broke the seal of her vagina and sighed plaintively. Roxane stroked her hair soothingly. It didn't hurt, she'd just been frightened, Ela whispered. She pushed his stiff behemoth millimeter by millimeter further into herself until he was completely inside and pushed against her cervix. Only now did she lie back and passively surrender to his firm thrusts. Roxane had leaned down very close, for she had never watched a deflowering before, and was wriggling her ass hornily because it was so exciting. Ela was grateful as Roxane's fingers inflamed her and made her fantasize blissfully as she thrust. When Roxane realized he was coming to the end, she released Ela very very quickly, so that in her ecstasy she didn't even notice how he was thrusting deep in her womb.
After that Roxane and he had great pleasure in her, he poured himself into her lap one after another. She hurried home late at night, promising to return the next day at the same time. Before they fell asleep, he talked to Roxane, whether it was all right with her? Roxane, who was tickling the chin of a baby dragon and was still undecided whether she wanted to grow and slay it, thanked him, he had gentlemenlike let her go first all night. But since Ela had apparently been happy to let him into her virgin womb, he should mount her whenever she wanted. Candor slowly slept away as she prepared to finish off the little dragon after all.
These nights became a beautiful sequence of pure pleasure for all three. Ela and Roxane chased each other's kites, for hours and often with the help of their tongues. Roxane always bent down very low when he advanced into Ela's womb to voyeuristically watch the intimate act up close. Again and again she touched the sexes and released Ela with her finger before he poured out. She was adrenalized, gleeful, and laughed brightly when she felt his outpouring deep in Ela's womb with her fingertips. Ela liked more and more to let her husband take her.
Roxane still couldn't overcome her shyness to do it in front of Ela herself, she had to keep this secret! Ela, on the other hand, was not shy about it at all and did it incessantly in front of her spectators. He only had to stimulate her minimally mentally to get her to the most exciting, exhibitionistic performance. She just often couldn't stop and only finished because her heart nearly gave out. She wondered doubtfully in later times how she could get so wild and do it so cavalierly in front of other people.
On the last two days, he realized that Roxane's urges had abruptly calmed. He conveyed to Ela that they would be leaving soon and that she should not come back. He left her the reminders and left a thick money envelope for her at the front desk.
At the end of the fifth week, they went home again.