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Unanticipated Bonus Material
This work contains two stories that are bonus adventures to go along with the "Gift of the Goddess" series. Please read that series in its entirety before reading these. Nothing here will make sense without that context.
May I present "Basil's Kittens"and "Rebekah's Mother"?
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~~~ Basil's Kittens ~~~
The day after the battle with the armies from Middlegrove and Westplain, Kyla came to find me while I was working at the temple.
"Do you have a minute?" she asked.
"It'll probably take longer than that, "I told her, "no matter how hot I think you are, Beautiful - but let's do this!"
Kyla shook her head at me, grinning, and said, "No, c'mon."
The priestess took me by the hand and led me towards the housing district. We entered one of the big family-sized houses with six bedrooms. Silena was standing in the living room, surrounded by twelve women that I vaguely recognized from my many hours spent having sex, on the temple altar, with the numerous female residents of Hera's Rest.
Every one of the twelve women had some part of their bodies covered in a cloth bandage. The bandages were clean - showing no signs of blood or infectious discharge - but all of them were wrapped around stumps where arms, hands, feet, or portions of their legs should have been.
"What's this?" I asked, incredulously, looking at Kyla.
Silena answered.
"The battle was a total victory - but it did not come without cost," she said. "We lost five fighters to injuries that we could not heal. These dozen are the ones who survived - but who were wounded badly enough that they cannot return to their former jobs."
Two healers stood at the back of the room. I vaguely remembered their faces (and professions) from training them up at the temple.
"Rebekah told us that - when you were in Eastplain - you were able to restore or, rather, regrow a woman's ear," Kyla said.
I looked back and forth between the two priestesses.
"I'm a higher level now," I said, "and I'm willing to try but - the last time I attempted this - I only restored part of an ear - and it knocked me flat on my ass. I'll probably need rest, food, and drink after I attempt this."
"I'll run to the kitchens," Kyla offered, heading back out of the door.
"I guess that means we're doing this," I told the expectant faces. "Do I have a volunteer?"
A brunette who was missing a hand stood to her feet. She'd been sitting on the couch to my left - the nearest seat to where I was standing.
I looked at her - and then at the two women sitting on the same sofa.
"I collapsed last time," I told them. "I think I should be sitting down. May I join you?"
"Yes, Master Basil," the woman on the left said.
"Please," I told her. "It's just Basil."
"Yes, Master Basil," she said again, smirking at me.
I looked around the room. All of these women looked younger than me. I was nearing my 19th birthday, if my calculations were correct. All of these females had fighter professions listed in their System info. That meant they were at least 18. (The System wouldn't assign one - and Lissa couldn't change it - until their 18
th
birthday.) All of these women had, obviously, fought in the battle to defend Hera's Rest. They all looked so young - not that I was that old - but now they were looking at me as if I held the only keys to their salvation. Considering their options for the future with missing hands, arms, legs, or feet, I could see why they were worried.
The volunteer stepped to the side and I plopped down between the two women sitting on the couch.
The girls' robes were shorter (and thinner) than normal, everyday robes. I couldn't see the backs, but I wondered if (like on Earth) they were held in place with just a couple of loose ties - causing your backside to always feel like there was a constant draft.
I turned to the one who insisted on calling me 'Master Basil' and said, "Thanks, kitten."
That got me a peck on the lips - and a gorgeous smile that didn't fit with the fact that her left arm ended at her elbow.
I turned to my volunteer and asked, "What's your name, my lovely little feline?"
"Kara, Master Basil," she said, with a grin.
I shook my head, grinning back, and heard some soft giggles from nearby. I could see, now, how this was going to go.
"Kara," I asked. "Could you sit on my lap please? Let's have a look at you."
The other two women helped her as the brunette sat on my lap. She sat down straddling me.
"Ah ...," I said, clearing my throat, "that's not quite what I ..."
She grinned at me and then ground her crotch against me. The other two girls smirked at the expression on my face.
My treacherous cock acknowledged Kara's efforts to say 'hello' - which she obviously noticed - which made her grin grow even broader.
"We'll need to unwrap your ... uh ...," I began to say.
Kara nodded and started working to remove the bandage. The woman on my right helped. Silena did as well.
The stump was clean. The skin was a mottled collection of old and new flesh - where one of the priestesses or healers had worked to close up the wound.
"Right," I said. "The last time I did this I kissed the woman's ..."
I had intended to say 'forehead' but Kara decided that her lips would work better. Since our two bodies were already making more contact than I had been with Greta when I healed her ear, I stopped trying to speak and just closed my eyes. I did my best to ignore the lovely feeling of her lips pressed against mine - and focused on trying to heal her.
[ Aura of Restoration ]
I visualized the stump - and the hand that should be there. I "pushed" my will at Kara's hand - the same way that I had with Greta's ear - trying to force it to grow.
I heard Silena urgently calling my name - as she patted my cheeks. I suddenly realized that I had passed out - and that I was lying on my side - on the couch.
"Basil! Basil!" she called worriedly.
"I'm awake! I'm awake!" I gasped.
Kara - and the two women who'd been sitting next to me - were standing next to Silena. I heard the door open and Kyla came in, carrying a platter of food and a mug that I very much hoped held mead.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Basil blacked out while trying to heal Kara," Silena reported to her.
"Did it work?" I asked.
Kara held her stump so that I could see it. She was trying not to frown - or cry.
"Come here, kitten," I told her, patting the couch beside my stomach.
"No," Silena said, preempting the girl following my orders. "Help sit him up and let's get something in his belly, if we can."
"What's in the mug?" I asked.
"Ale," Kyla reported.
"Damn! I was hoping for mead," I grumbled.
She offered me the mug. Kara intercepted it and got it into my trembling hands. I gulped half of it down in one go.
"Slower ...," the young woman advised.
"Can you eat something?" Silena asked.
"I could eat your cunt, if you'd like, you sexy beast," I told her with a smirk.
"He's feeling better," Kyla announced, laughing softly. "Get some of this into him."
She handed the tray to Silena. She and the others made sure it stayed put on my lap as Kara began to feed me.
"Seriously?" I asked her, as she plied me with the spoon.
"Come on, kitten," Kara said, smirking at me.
She squeeked when I reached over and pinched the nipple that was saying hello. Apparently, she was not wearing a chest-wrap under her thin little hospital gown - or whatever it was. Of course, my mind immediately strayed - wondering if any of them were wearing panties.
She opened her mouth - probably to berate me for having naughty fingers - but I preempted her comments by opening my mouth to accept the bite of food. She shoved the spoon inside.
I spent several minutes, eating most of the food on the tray, and then we settled in to try again. Kyla took the dishes away and promised to be back with another mug or two.
Kara was sitting beside me.
I patted my lap and she reclaimed her place with a sly smile. I took hold of Kara's arm - just above the stump - and pursed my lips. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.
I tried, once more, to visualize the stump - and willed her body to accept my magic. I didn't feel her body fighting me - but there was some sort of resistance that I just couldn't push through. If you've ever had that dream where you're hurrying to get somewhere - and it feels like you're trying to shove your way through a waist-deep lake of Jell-O - then you'll know what I was feeling. Unfortunately, the longer I pushed, the more the food I'd just eaten began to rebel. I pushed and pushed and - my stomach turned upside down.
I picked Kara up, set her beside me, lurched to my feet, covered my mouth with my hand, and raced to where I knew the bathroom was. (Lucky thing for me that I designed these homes.)
I barely got the wooden toilet seat up before my stomach forcefully expelled everything I'd eaten - possibly since breakfast. I spit out the remaining chunks and flushed the mess down. I went to the sink, ran icy water into my hand, slurped it up, swished it around, and spit. I did it twice before I remembered that I could clean myself.
[ Aura of Cleansing ]
That worked - but I still had a phantom aftertaste in my mouth. I returned to the front room to find Kyla holding two mugs.
"Mead?" she asked, looking worried.
I nodded, sat, and accepted the first mug. The honeyed brew soothed my throat and wiped away the memory of the partially digested food and stomach acid. I finished the first and traded mugs with her, taking just a sip of the second. I set it on the end-table.
"Suggestions?" I asked the priestesses.
Silena shrugged and said, "The healers can't do much more than Kyla and I can. Maybe - when their levels are higher ..."
"I kind of think that the longer they stay like this, the harder it will be," I replied.
Kyla said, "That's kind of what we thought too."
"Can we see if Lissa can ask Hera," I said, "I'm not content to leave these women in this state."
"We knew you'd feel that way," Silena said, glancing at Kyla and then grinning at me.
"Why don't YOU ask Hera?" Kyla suggested.
I looked at her. She grinned.
"So, when Lissa communes with Hera, she fucks me on the altar ...," I said.
The two priestesses nodded, grinning broadly.
