Author's notes:
This is the continuation of A Long Time from Home and if you haven't read that, I advise you to do so. The series is self-edited, so any mistakes are mine, though I now have a proofreader, that can catch missing words ect. Thanks to Jessejames932006 for doing that.
Some of the chapters will take place in the ancient past and while I have done a lot of research for that, there might be small errors here and there. If you think you found such an error in the story, please double check to be sure that you're correct and then PM me about it, so I can fix it. :)
Due to its length, I placed ALTFH under the 'Novels and Novellas' section, but as you can see, ALTFH II is placed in the 'Sci-fi and Fantasy' section, which fits it better due to the elements of magic that's in it. At least in my opinion :)
Have fun and while you're at it, please rate the chapter and leave a comment :)
I have stated that I would upload chapters of 'Into the Chaos' (my Star Wars: The Old Republic story) every other time and that is still the case.
About the notation:
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.
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7 -- Documentation
September 2000, Vasa Estate, Oldenburg Island
One major pain of living in the modern age was the rules about passports, citizenship, and documentation of all kinds. Curtis' story about Ivan Kolba coming from Croatia turned out to be a good one. It really was as untraceable as Julian had said and it gave me a good explanation of why I didn't have any family, except for the late Parker, or Giles Oldershaw as he was known as in this part of the world. However, according to Angela Scott, the head of the legal office, having a Croatian citizenship was a bad idea, as I would have to pay all kinds of taxes there, even if I didn't live in the country.
So, Angela Scott and Giles Cornell had used their connections along with some money and when we returned from Costa Rica, I had a completely legal citizenship on Oldenburg Island under the name Ivan Emilian, legally dropping the Kolba name. For legal purposes, they had also arranged citizenship on the small island nation St. Kitts and Nevis, making it look like I had renounced my Croatian Citizenship.
None of the Islands had personal tax of any kind, but the island nation of St. Kitts and Nevis was a member of the British Commonwealth and having a passport from that country gave visa-free access to about half the world. When that part of my papers was in order, I had started to think about what other documentation I wanted or needed and how to get them.
On top of my list was a degree in Ancient History and perhaps even some languages. All of them were skills I already had, but needed documentation for, before I could refer to them in this modern age, and I quickly discovered that getting them for real would take years.
It was Esther who came up with a brilliant solution: According to the background story for Ivan Kolba, I came from the city of Vukovar in Croatia that had been heavily damaged in the Croatian War of Independence. That enabled me to claim that all my papers had been destroyed and since I wasn't trying to fake anything, but to get documentation on my skills and knowledge, there was a chance some of the universities would let me take an exam without the need for actual classes.
Especially since Starlight Merchant Group owned the University on Oldenburg Island and I had the means to pay them for their troubles.
The first hurdle had been yet another documentation challenge, as I needed to prove that I had the skills to be accepted into the university, before I could set the rest of the plan in motion.
Fortunately, the International School on Oldenburg Island was used to giving tests to people from other countries to see if they fulfilled the requirements, and since being admitted into a university was dependent upon a total score of tests, I simply took some exams that I knew I could handle, which meant maths, ancient history and languages.
So, I took exams in Pre-calculus Mathematics and Classical Studies, and then simply filled in languages until I had enough points to be accepted into the university. With the exception of Mathematics, I didn't get top grades in any of it, since the grammatical part was somewhat lacking, but at least I passed, getting documentation on seven languages: Classical Greek, Spanish, English, Mandarin Chinese, Russian, Arabic, and Dutch.
That by itself created another problem, as it was nearly unheard of, that people knew that many languages. I had been somewhat at loss of how to explain it, but Riya came to my rescue with a medical explanation.
According to her, there was something called
savant syndrome
, which was people with an exceptional memory, combined with brilliance in arithmetic, art, musical abilities and-or spatial skills. It was rare and most people with savant syndrome suffered from autism or brain damage, but some didn't, enabling me to use it as an explanation. Especially since most
savants
could learn languages at exceptional speed as languages are based on memory and patterns.
Leaning back in the seat, I looked at the screen of the laptop in front of me and re-read a section in the Dissertation for my Ancient History degree I was writing. It wasn't quite right, but it was as good as it was going to get at the moment, and I needed a break to clear my head.
Closing down the program I was writing in, I discovered I had an email from Giles Cornell, the Chief Security Officer of Starlight Merchant Group. After becoming the Chairman of Starlight Merchant Group, I had asked him to assign someone to keep an eye on the three Interpol Agents I had encountered in Malaga, as well as to collect as much information on them as possible. Not only did I need to know more about these Mentat Police officers, but as my paper-trail of exams and documentation grew, I wanted to see if they reacted in some way.
So far nothing had happened, and this was the first time I had received an email from him. Not that it was unusual. Despite using the top-notch encryption equipment produced by Starlight Defense, Giles Cornell mistrusted electronic communication and rarely used it, preferring to meet face to face.
Curious, I opened the email and skimmed the content, before I laughed. Apparently, Hector Zavala and Myra Honeycutt had fallen in love during their stay in Malaga and were getting married. That wasn't the reason for my amusement, though. The funny part was they had booked a honeymoon on one of Asian Dreams hotels in the island nation of the Seychelles in the Indian Ocean. The world really was a strange place, filled with weird coincidences.
Still chuckling, I sent a mail to Jeremy Collins, the CEO of Asian Dreams, asking him to give the newlywed couple extra good treatment and a discount, without being obvious about it.
Feeling good, I closed the computer. It was time for a break.
Still smiling to myself about the coincidence, I went to the kitchen to get some orange juice and then walked into the media room, where Delina was laying on one of the sofa's, watching a movie.
"What?" I said with mock surprise and looked around. "All alone?"
"Yeah." The beautiful Gambian answered with a smile and took a soda from the table. "Riya is attending a medical course at the university, Esther and Ayanna went to shop for something for the wedding, and Petra went along as their driver." She drank from the glass. "I'm enjoying the peace."
"Nice." I sat down on the other sofa. "What're you watching?"
"Some of Petra's sci-fi movies, since they were the only ones we have." She smiled. "I've just finished the Matrix and it was quite good. At least the action is." She stretched lazily, causing a sudden spike of lust in me as I watched the cat-like motion press her well-formed breasts against the thin material of her shirt. Then she looked at me. "How's your work progressing?"
"Almost done, but I need a break, before re-reading it again."
That was received with a small laugh. "You don't need a break, Ivan, you need a vacation. You've been working, studying, and training every day since we arrived here."
"That might be true and I'm getting there, but first I need to finish this dissertation. Then I can take a few days off and relax a bit." I drank some of the juice and nodded in the direction of the TV. "What have you planned to see next?"
"Oh... Petra recommended a Star Wars movie called The Phantom Menace." Delina said as she rose from the sofa and walked over to change the movie, while I admired her ass. The enticing sight of a beautiful woman standing bent over, with her shapely legs lightly spread was immensely sexy and my body responded immediately by giving me an erection.
She must have felt me looking, because as she bent over, she shook her ass a little and looked back at me with a smile. "We could wait with the movie."
Making a decision, I quickly rose from the sofa and was behind her in two long steps. Normally I really like foreplay, but this was one of the times I was willing to forgo it and as she started to stand up, I took hold of her ponytail. "Stay there."
She did as I said and was silent, as I lifted her skirt over her hips and pulled her panties down.
My fingers found her shaved pussy almost all by themselves. She must have been thinking about sex because her lower lips were slick with her juices. She shivered and moaned, as I slowly inserted a couple of fingers in her, making them wet as well.
For a moment, I just kept them there, enjoying the feeling of her wet tightness around my fingers, before I started moving my fingers ever so slowly in small circular movements. Delina shivered and moaned but kept her position.
Satisfied, I removed the hand and pulled down my shorts, allowing my now painfully hard cock to spring free. I spread her juices over my dick and guided it into her.
She felt wonderfully warm, tight, and wet as I slowly worked my way into her, as she moaned. "Oh damn, that feels good."
Pulling on her ponytail made her raise her upper body and with the other hand, I reached around her body to find her breasts, rotating my palm on her stiff nipple.
Delina took hold of the cabinet in front of her to maintain her balance, moaning with pleasure as I slowly slid my dick in and out of her slick pussy, while playing with her tits.
I moved my hand down her trim stomach to the finely trimmed pussy hair and began softly stroking her clitoris. The first touch almost made her jump, but the fast motion only served to impale her more on my dick. Tossing her head back, she groaned again.
