Author's notes:
About the language and notation:
The Baylon language is a predecessor to Latin, which is why it looks like Latin at a glance.
Mental communication is denoted by a < and ends with a >, so a mental communication will look like this: "< Who are you? >"
Some warnings
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This is erotic action adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.
This story is posted on the Literotica website and the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent.
P.S. I haven't gotten an editor yet, so any mistakes are mine. Interested editors are welcome :)
P.P.S. While you're here anyway, please rate the chapter and leave a comment :)
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Chapter 19 -- A quiet, but sexy evening and night
Monday, 19th of June 2000, Outside Malaga, Spain
The sound of click -- click --click and people whispering woke me up.
Opening my eyes slightly, I spotted Alice and Karen standing some meters away, taking photos of us, while whispering to each other and smiling widely.
I asked quietly "What's so funny?"
"Not funny." Said Karen. "Cute is more like it."
"Most Adorable Picture Ever!" declared Alice with a grin.
"Of course." mumbled Rita with a yawn. "The twins and I are always adorable."
Cyra nodded and held up a hand towards Rita and the two of them clapped their hands in a gesture, I haven't seen before. A quick search of my memory revealed it was called a 'High Five'.
Alice laughed at the gesture and asked. "What story was it?"
"The Monkey King." I answered without thinking and then realized that they most likely didn't know it.
Karen both proved me wrong and surprised me by nodding. "Good one. I must have heard it like a hundred times." She smiled widely. "According to family traditions, our combat style was developed by him."
I managed not to look at her slack jawed, as I had a flashback to our training session in the garden. While not exactly the same style, there were enough similarities between The Chai Family style and Sun Wukong's combat style that her claim could be true.
Alice shrugged. "Never heard about it."
"I'll tell it to you and Zena some time." I promised and yawned. "I guess it's time to get up?"
"If you want some of my fabulous newly baked cookies, it is." Said Karen.
That caused Rita to sit up rather suddenly, making the hammock swing dangerously.
"Easy there, Girl." Cautioned Alice and took a hold of the hammock, so Rita could climb out.
Cyra followed and after a good stretch, I did the same.
Karen's almond cookies were indeed good, and I ate six, while spending the rest of the afternoon in the shade with my drawing pad, drinking tea and making sketches until it was time for dinner, which was a modern version of the roman Isicia Omentata (Everybody else called it a burger), with salad, barbeque sauce and cheese. It tasted even better than the cookies, which was no mean feat.
It also told me that a lot of the food people ate was bought more or less finished in shops, because Rita and Alice praised the fact that Karen had baked the buns and made the barbeque sauce herself almost as much as they praised the way it tasted.
Karen one the other hand claimed that it wasn't a big deal.
"It's not exactly rocket science guys: You sauté finely diced onions in oil, add brow-sugar and let it melt, caramelizing the onions for about twenty minutes, while adding paprika and salt." She said as the twins cleared the table as usual. "Then you add apple vinegar and let it be for ten minutes, before you finish off with some ketchup and Worchester sauce." She shrugged. "That's it. You let it rest for a while and you're ready to go."
"Yeah, easy." Said Rita sarcastically. "You only have to do ten things in the right order and then it'll be all good. No problem at all."
Karen shrugged again. "Alice does it all the time when she cooks. Why is it so special when I do it?"
Rita shrugged. "Alice is a trained chef and you're not. There's a..."
"Stop." I interrupted softly, causing them all to look at me as I lifted my glass of water. "Let's toast to two fantastic cooks and their excellent food."
There was silence before Rita grinned and lifted her glass as well. "I'll drink to that."
Hesitantly the two others followed suit and we toasted.
"Not one for arguments, huh Ivan?" Said Alice as she refilled her water glass.
"Why spoil a perfectly good evening with a pointless debate?" I asked with a smile. "Not to mention an extremely good meal, eaten under excellent conditions, with even better company."
Alice leaned over and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. "Well, you better enjoy it quickly, because I can see that the twins are arranging the cushions for story time."
"And they're not the only ones' eager to hear the next part of the story." Said Rita with a grin. "So, get your cute butt over there and tell us the story."
"As you command, Dark Angel." I said as I stood up from the chair. "I need to go get a few things, and then we can start."
After everybody had filled their glass, and Alice had made sure that there was a large bowl of grapes and cut fruit for us to snack on, we sat down on the cushions as we had done the evening before. The terrace was pleasantly temperate and with the dim lights, it was a near perfect setting for a story telling session.
I looked at Cyra and Zena, before saying in a low voice that really caught their attention. "You two seem worried I will not finish this story, so I would like to make a deal with the two of you."
They both nodded, and I slowly held out my hands carefully concealing the two badges I had taken from my 'value pack'. As the twins stared on my hands, I turned the badges, so they could see what I had.
On each palm was the black bdel shield with the golden intertwined SI logo of the Securitas Interna engraved under it. Of cause, being written in the Baylon alphabet, it looked nothing like the SI in the Latin letters the American used, but it still made for a beautiful design.
"These are Seals of the Securitas Interna, similar to that used by the Inquisitor in the story, except that they are not magical." Almost per reflex the twins reached for them, so I withdrew them a bit, making the two girls look at me. "Here is the deal: You hold these for me for safekeeping until I have finished the story, but when I have finished it, I want them back." I smiled to them. "These are dear to me and as long as you have them, I can guarantee that I will finish the story. Is that a deal?"
Both nodded eagerly, and I heard Cyra in my head. "< It's a deal... and we promise to keep good care of them >"
I gave them one each and they looked at the seals in wonder, studying them from all angles.
A movement caught my eye and as I looked up, I saw Alice giving me the thumbs up sign, while smiling widely. I winked at her and turned my attention back to the twins.
"The motto of the Ordo Gladius was '
Stare contra malum
'... Do you remember what it means from the story?"
They nodded, and Zena carefully placed the seal in her lap before signing something.
"Someone has to take a stand against evil." Alice translated.
"Exactly right and according to legend it comes from the first Inquisitor, who was once asked why he risked his life to protect his ideals. His answer was '
Stare contra malum. Cur non mihi?
' which means 'Someone must take a stand against evil. Why should it not be me?' That quote came to symbolize everything the Inquisitors did."
I took a break to drink some water and give the twins time to finish looking at the seals.
The seals were the kind Inquisitors had used to give to extra personnel and unlike the Captains Seal, these were non-magical and had survived the long trance, which my seal haven't.
When the twins finally looked up, I started the second part of the 'The trials of the Inquisitor', again sending subtle mind-images of the scenes in the story to help the listener's imagination along.
The group of heroes discovers that their loved ones have been sold into slavery in foreign lands.
Not giving up, they persuade a Magus to magically teleport them to the colony of Knossos in the Middle Sea (Now known as the Mediterranean Sea), from where they can continue their search. Hearing rumours in the harbour, they start by sailing to Kumet (Egypt) and travelled up the Nile.
They battled sand creatures on the way to their goal and I described the pyramids for them. The gigantic, glittering white structures covered with polished limestone that rose from the sand as one came nearer, temple complexes at their feet where the group finally found some of the missing people. They also had to solve several puzzles before they were able to free their loved ones and be reunited.
As my father had done with my sister and I, I had the twins and the three women solving the puzzles, giving me a break in the telling of the story. It also gave them a chance to do something else than simply listening, before I started the last piece of the story, which turned out to be a lot more emotional for the women than I had expected.
Baylons were by and large not an emotional people and for any tale involving emotions to work, it needed to really, really hit home on all strings at the same time.
This scene was exactly one of those, as it played on the obvious affection and loves between the search party and some of the freed slaves, as well as the crushing disappointment of those who didn't find their loved ones.
However, where I remember being touched by it, the women and girls in front me had tears running down their faces, while they smiled happily.
I lowered the pace, so they had time to gather themselves, while I concluded that part of the story with a lot of people being sent home and the rest going on the search again.
When I finished, there was silence for a while, only interrupted by people clearing their eyes and noses. Unsure of what to do, I waited while drinking water and eating some of the fruits from the bowl.
"That story is fantastic." Said Rita after a while. "I really look forward to the next part of this."
"So do I." said Alice and Karen in unison, while the twins nodded.
"I'm glad you like it." I said and rolled from the chair onto the cushions on the floor, where I stretched. My head ended up right next to Alice's legs, so I gave her suntanned skin a kiss and used her thighs as a pillow. That felt even better.
"Feeling comfortable there?" asked Rita with a grin. "'Coz you certain look so."
"Oh, I'm comfortable... But in the spirit of the story, it would be even better if you dressed up as an Egyptian and waved a giant palm leaf over us."
"Why me?" she said laughing.
