Readers this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or in the hereafter is purely coincidental. I reserve the right to all content here in. That said, this story is loosely base in a D-n-d/Steampunk theme, to which I have no ownership. The story at present is skeletal and character development will progress with the story line. I will update this story as I can. Enjoy.
Claiming the Skies: Reawaking Chapter Two.
If it hasn't become apparent, I'm evil, but in a good way. I wasn't always like this and thirty years of captivity are not the cause. Wasn't my childhood, I had amazing parents. Grandparents that make storybook fairy god mothers look like common street hacks. And a best friend at my side from birth.
My evil manifest in stages as those things were taken from me. Some kindly like the passing of my eldest grandmother. Others more cruelly, like my father, gunned down for shielding demon spawn. My brother and I if the point needed clarification.
Demon spawn we were not. Loved and highly educated, you bet your ass. By twelve, both my brother and I spoke three languages, could wield magic, and were accepted into the Royal College. That fact didn't sit well with the Noble Class.
See the House Trezilian was outside the normal royal bloodlines. My grandfathers, one a mage, the other a skilled entrepreneur. They had each earned their status and when my parents married that was combined. Putting them at the top of the middle-class houses.
Arty and I attended parties, balls, and took part in the games during House Tournaments. That's when it started. The eve of our sixteenth birthday. We, Arty and myself, would no longer be allowed to enter the games in our age bracket. I didn't care but my parents found it offensive.
That summer was then spent, out of town, with our uncle. He oversaw the family farms and orchards. Our first week there we were given every menial task the man could think of. Mucking stalls, chopping firewood, even scrubbing floors in the main house. All the while lording over us like we were servants.
Not how I remember it. He drooled over us. He was thinking we would beg for some easier tasks. So, he could educate us pampered city boys. Hoax interjects.
Yeah, yeah, I know but I was trying to tell them how we met Breana.
Right, our first time.
Spoilers.
I'll be quiet.
Word got around that we were twins. Farmgirls being as they are just had to get a peek at the new boys in the area. Within days every single female under the age of thirty found some excuse to stop at the family farm. They were cordial for the most part....
Dumb, horny farm bitches hoping to win themselves a prince from the city. Make them real lady folk.
Decorum, Hoax. Alright I agree they weren't very bright and a couple could turn a horny troll flaccid. But when it came to the perks?
Ok, getting a peep show from some of them was exciting.
But dad's advice, "Don't put your dicks in anything you wouldn't keep." Remember.
Hence no farmgirl fuck pile. So, Breana.
Right, right, Breana. On the evening of our third week of exile, a group of women dragged us away from our uncle. Not a difficult task. We'd almost considered killing the bastard and claiming he ran off with his princess homely.
We just couldn't bring ourselves to kill an innocent gay guy.
After hearing endless innuendo and blatant come-ons, it was surprising to be insulted. She was dark haired, full bodied, and wearing four blades on her hips. Calling us the dueling dog boys put her in our crosshairs immediately.
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he rest of the ladies verbally berated her in retaliation. Arty and I shared the look. The one that said this was not over. Now we had kept our abilities with magic to ourselves. Any mage that says they haven't thought about using 'hold person' on an overly sluty barmaid is lying to themselves.
We returned to this bitch's shop after slipping away from the jump'em squad. She didn't even see us coming. Just a quick spell and she was frozen in place. I locked the door and Arty drew down the blinds.
"So, what are we going to do to you?" I whispered in her ear.
Arty chuckled.
Evil laugh was more like it.
Fine, we walked over to her. It must be said just because you can't move doesn't mean you aren't aware of what's going on when held by this spell. The drawback is that it only lasts about ten minutes or so.
We walked into her field of vision, stripping off our clothes as we did. All the while bantering about which of us would fuck her in the ass first. Our attention to her was equally as blatant. Lewd comments about the curve of her hips, size of her tits, and if she kept her bush neat or wild.
To be clear, we're evil, not rapists.
Right, cause after all that we redressed and left viya the back door. We never touched her, physically anyway. It's was just after sunset when she appeared on our family farm. Uncle was out, no surprise about that right. She banged on the door cussing like a sailor.
With a flip of the wrist, I opened the door from across the room. She stalked in, somewhat confused she didn't have someone to grab just inside the door. The fire in her sputtered without a target.
"Welcome, we're surprised to see you." Arty said.
"This quickly anyway." I added.
"Who the fuck do you little pricks think you are?" she growled angrily even as she blushed a deep crimson.
Arty sighed, "You know firsthand our pricks are anything but little."
"Shut up!" she yelled, "You perverts are going to get what's coming to you."
The silence of the house finally dawned on her.
"Trouble?" I asked.
"Where are the house staff?" she asked.
Yeah, we giggled like girls.
"We're alone." I said.
"No staff here. Well only the gods given ones we showed you earlier." Arty said returning his attention to the book he was reading.
"Close the door and grab a seat." I say before turning to enter the kitchen.
"You got a name or are we just going to just call you bitch?" Arty asked not looking up from his book, "And close the damn door."
"Breana." she stated almost deadpan as she closed the door.
"I didn't hear that. What did she say her name was?" I ask loudly from the kitchen.
"She said bitch!" Arty yelled back not even looking up.
"Ok, is she hungry?" I ask.
"Well, are ya, bitch?" Arty asked setting the book aside.
"Are you like this to all the ladies in town?" She asked meekly.
"Nope, just you. None of them even stepped in the door." Arty said, "She's eating!"
"Good, I wouldn't want to waste any of these fish."
