The cove echoed with the rising tide. Nameless stood on the outcropping over looking his holdings with a wistful smile. So many changes had befallen this craggy stretch of coastline. Most by his own hand, with a fair bit of magic of course. The seawall held his unseaworthy ships, the island at the end of the bridge a veritable palace, and the surrounding town growing along the cliff top. It would be a full year since he was plucked from the sea by Caldoria with the rise of the morning sun the next day.
He started back towards the bridge. His thoughts trying to hold his now numerous titles. Master of the Five rings of Magic, Lord of the Demon House Lexus, and Sage of the Empire of Holt. He reached the bridge feeling that none of those held anything compared to being called a father. Crys was on the verge of giving birth. It would be soon. Everyone waited to hear the new child cry. He had asked if she wanting him there but she had refused.
It worried him that she would want to be alone. But as with many races of the mythical breeds, birthing alone was the way of a Gorgon. Word that Caldoria was with child had brought on a grand celebration from the sea clans. It also brought a renewed sense of kinship with those in House Lexus. Nameless stopped at the mid point of the bridge. He could feel his Huntress returning from their raid on the dark cults of the shallow dark.
Prizma was the only one to step from the ether. Her normally pristine visage was dirty and streaked with multiple bloods. Red, green, and too smaller smugges of black. She steps quickly to take a knee in front of him.
"Lord, it was worse than the reports made it out to be." She says lowering her head.
"Did your party suffer any casualties?" He asks stepping to grab her horn to make her look at him.
"Their are those with wounds. None have fallen, Lord." She says quivering as he watches her eyes.
"See to those with wounds." He says send a mental message to Scelene to ready dark brewed potions for those needing them. "What was it?"
"They had Horrors. Four of them, fed on flesh. Those we were sent to find had already been fed to the summoned abominations. None survived. We only managed to free three survivors. But even as they live, I fear their minds may have been broken before they made it into the dark places." Prizma reports.
"See to the House and those of it needing healing. Clean yourself and come to the main chambers with your sisters when your duties are complete. Wear nothing." Nameless orders.
"Yes, Lord." Prizma replies fading back into the ether.
Too many times he had felt pressed into making a decision, looking back he felt that it was them begging for an answer rather than pressuring him. His power had grown to an unthinkable level by his old thinking but if he wasn't meant to have it, it wouldn't have been given to him. Descending the stairs to the main floor he looked over the collection of nude women that had come to offer themselves to his Lordship in one way or another. Yet one more way his power had changed what he thought to be normal.
"Ladies, line up shoulder to shoulder. It is time to complete the tests for becoming a member of this household." Nameless says with marked authority.
Most of them quickly scamper into a line. Two shuffle markedly slower than the rest, trying to keep themselves hidden behind their arms and hands. He found those two most enjoyable to watch as they reddened knowing he had eyes on them. The others were less selfconscious of their nudity and two others raveled in the lack of attire.
"What are the reasons I would only meet you without clothing?" Nameless asks looking down the row meeting each woman eye to eye.
"To ensure we are hiding nothing?" A taller dark haired woman answers.
"To see we aren't marked or scarred?" Says one of the others.
"Both of those are correct but not the main reason. My house is not like any other in this realm. A need to be clothed to function in this house could only work against you. Tempis, could you fly down here, dear songstress." Nameless says seemingly to no one.
Most of the women take a step back when Tempis glides to Nameless's side. Much to his delight neither of the shy ones flinch at seeing the siren. Though keeping as hidden as they can they have no fear of another nude, yet winged, woman entering the room. He waves for his three Huntress to step out of the ether in all of their nude glory.
"My Huntress, members of House Lexus. Show these women the truth of Lexus. Take down your guises and reveal your true forms." Nameless says keeping watch on the shy ones first.
Prizma, Chareese, and Jezabell bow their heads and let their guise drop. Two of the women scamper back almost to the wall as the demon huntress bare their wings and horns. He smiles that the shy ones reveal more of themselves and watch in wonder as the huntress flex their wings before draping them over their shoulders. Neither has retreated a step.
"You two," Pointing at the ones that retreated most, "Can go. Climb the stairs and don your clothing. The house of Nameless isn't for the timid or the faint of heart. The rest of you step forward. Omneu step forward and check their souls. See that they are undamaged or marked by anything else."
Three of the remaining seven have a visibly enjoyable reaction to seeing the devil Omneu step from the ether clad only in loin cloth. Their nipples becoming hard adding proof to the glistening labia of their pussies. He steps behind them and walks down the line, stopping behind each one for but a moment.
"All have unmarked souls, Lord. There are two that a darker than normal and one that has been wounded. It has healed but not completely." Omneu says.
"Which is the wounded, point her out." Nameless says with a degree of concern.
Omneu points to a one of the younger ladies with light blond hair. She doesn't appear to be an age or build to have bore a child. Her curves are pleasing and breasts are shapely enough to be note worthy. Nameless notes she has a few old scars. Small and not of a type one would get from being a slave or prisoner.
"Who did you lose?" Nameless asks the girl gently.
"My twin sister, Lord. The ship on which we traveled was befouled by storm and besieged by pirates. We were cast adrift by the Captain as a way of keeping us from the pirates lecherousness. We rowed towards the shore not knowing there were reefs. When we reached the breakers the boat was over turned. I was cut up but she never surfaced. Not living anyway. Her body washed ashore the following morning. I haven't really felt whole since that day." She says.
Nameless listened to her story but watched the reactions of the other women. The shy ones looked on the verge of tears but no longer hid their bodies. One may have not heard a single word as her attention was fixed on Omneu's loin cloth. Nameless nods and takes the girls hand. He takes her over to stand with the two shy ones.
"You three will be given an unusual offer. Follow Tempis to my library to wait for me." His says to them softly.
"Yes Nameless, your Library. That's the book room?" Tempis asks.
"Yes, silly sexy siren." Nameless says swatting her ass.
