Locum Tenens 10

~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~

Loki and Kira are getting ready to head northwest - into dragon country. Meanwhile, Kira has a wedding to finish organizing. All chapters in this tale are complete and have been submitted. Hopefully, the kind, gracious, smartly-attired, and gorgeous admins will release a new episode every day or so.

~~~ Kira's Quarters ~~~

Since we had a couple days to kill while we waited for the mage to finish the talking-stones, we focused on tasks that needed accomplished before we left.

We visited Valeri to make sure that she had what she needed for the dresses (and I confirmed that she had tracked down the stuff to make the bikinis). She showed me the gauzy material that she'd found to make the lingerie version - and my cock was growing hard just imagining it on my women's gorgeous bodies. It was even a dark red - almost maroon color - and I was salivating just thinking about how it was going to look - right before I stripped it off of their sexy bodies and fucked the hell out of them. Valeri's husband was back - and he was still irritable. We avoided him as much as possible.

We stopped to check in on Monika and ended up having a threesome in her bed in the middle of the afternoon. She was making her rounds to supply water to those that she always checked in on and assured us that she would start making more regular visits to the palace once things settled down. We told her to make sure she got sized by Valeri so she could make a dress for her. Valeri also had instruction to get the sizes we need for the "other" task. I was seriously looking forward to seeing Monika's fat titties in a bikini.

Kira also visited the royal seamstress - who would be in charge of making the actual wedding dress. The king showed up as the woman was getting his daughter's measurements. Kira wasn't super pleased to have her father intrude when she was wearing just a chest-wrap and a waist-wrap.

He took her hands and knelt on the floor. He was even lower than normal because she was standing on a small platform so that the seamstress could more easily get her measurements.

"I have your mother's dress," he told her. "It's been in my storage-item since before she got sick. She made me promise that I would offer it to you. You can have it resized. You can also simply choose to store it and keep it. I can't bear to hold onto it anymore - now that you have chosen your intended. I have to complete my promise to your mother."

Tears streamed down Kira's cheeks as her mother's dress suddenly appeared in her father's arms. Still kneeling, he offered it to her, cradling the thing like it was the woman that he had married.

"Daddy?" she asked.

"Yes, my love?" he inquired.

"Should I wear it or not?"

"It's your decision," he replied.

"Will you be able to bear it?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said, "but this... She'll be there - with you. In this... I think it's what she would have wanted."

Kira nodded for the seamstress to collect the dress. As soon as her father's arms were freed up, she leapt into them, hugging him fiercely, kissing his face, crying with both sadness and happiness. I hugged the wall of the room and remained as still as possible - so as to give the two of them the privacy that they needed.

My bride-to-be finally got control of herself. Stood on her own feet, kissed her father's cheek, and thanked him for keeping his promise. He kissed her on the temple and left the room.

The seamstress returned from hanging up the dress to find the princess riding my cock with her fingers interlocked behind my neck while I leaned back against the wall and bounced her up and down on my penis. My fiancée went from sentimental to hornier-than-hell in a heartbeat.

The woman gave a squeak, spun around, and left the room again. Fifteen minutes later, Kira called her back in so that they could finish what they had started.

The seamstress assured Kira that she'd have no difficulty adapting the dress to fit Kira. She said that the princess was nearly the same size as her mother and it wouldn't take much work at all. She hoped to have it ready to be tried on in a day or two. Kira warned her that we might be disappearing for a time to run an errand for the king. She told the seamstress that - if she didn't get it tried on before we left - she'd come see her as soon as we got back.

We checked in on the girls towards the end of their lessons and got good reports from the tutors. We ate lunch with them and the orphans (and Nella and Dora).

After that, we moved to the practice fields were the trainers decided to take advantage of our presence to work on group tactics and then have us spar with a few other squads.

Of course, my healing magic wasn't something that we could really test against other units. I was limited to pulling damage from my teammates and bringing it into my own body. When the other teams disabled one of our members, I could turn that back on them. Other than that, those contributions were limited.

The first session caused the training instructor to have to alter his plan. He had not been aware of how Kira's magic had progressed - and he simply wasn't prepared for my abilities at all. He contacted the mage to see about getting some magic-based squads to test us.

In the meantime, he sidelined me. I was only allowed to observe. This, of course, was more than I was able to manage. I was unable to control my voice, my face, or my hands. Finally, he removed me completely.

Since I had a little time to myself while Kira and the girls worked together, I portaled back to check in with Valeri on our special project. She was a little frustrated with the fact that I'd asked her to keep this whole thing a secret. She was designing something that this world had never seen before and she couldn't even do a fitting to see how it was going to turn out because I wanted the thing to remain a complete surprise.

She was in the middle of telling me that she had made a bikini for herself - not to tease or please her husband - but so that she could see what worked and what didn't - when he decided to check in on us again. Thankfully, Monika arrived just as the screaming was about to begin and - with her established relationship with the couple - she was able to deescalate things.

The man was at the point of insisting that he needed to chaperone whenever I was there when I finally asked Valeri to bring Monika in on the secret. With Monika preparing to strip naked in order to try on the new outfit, Valeri was able to oust her distrustful husband.

As soon as Monika tried the bikini on, she had one or two suggestions for improvements - which Valeri immediately added to her notes. When the water-caller saw the lingerie version, her eyes gleamed with lust and Valeri began nibbling her bottom lip as Monika began reacting to both the outfit and me in an overtly sensuous manner.

The seamstress finally asked me to leave the room as well. I moved to the front of the shop and waited. There was more moaning than I thought was normal for a fitting session. Valeri's husband stuck his head in the front door, saw that I was not with the women, and went back outside. I was thankful that he wasn't there to see when Monika came out, carrying her clothes, and demanding that I figure out a way to portal the two of us home so that she could get my cock inside of her.

Since my two stored locations were the palace and Valeri's shop, I told Monika that she was going to have to settle for my bedroom - and would need to be clothed first - because we would be appearing in the room where the orphans were being tutored. I swatted her hands a couple times, got her dressed enough to be decent, and told the giggling seamstress goodbye.

We appeared in the common room of our quarters and she immediately darted for the bedroom. I greeted a couple of the girls but I could tell - from the looks on the tutors' faces - that we weren't fooling anyone. I slipped from the room, closed the bedroom door, locked it, and was immediately assaulted.

"I'm so fucking turned-on right now," Monika moaned as she worked to get my clothes off of me. "That... bikini... I love how it holds my breasts - and my pussy feels almost naked in those... panties. That other outfit - the red one - I feel like such a slut! Gods, I need you so badly, Loki! I'm so wet for your cock right now. You're going to have to cover my mouth while you fuck me or every person in the palace is going to hear me screaming. I'm about to climax right now, just thinking about how indecent the girls will look in those outfits. Your cock is going to be so hard when you see them."

She pulled me to the bed, sat on the edge, and lay back. I gripped her legs behind her knees and shoved my face in her cunt.

"No! No...! Wanted... Oh... Fuck...!"

She came immediately and I savored her flavorful offering. I licked, lapped, and sucked until I had her cleaned up. I picked her up, carried her to the center of the bed, laid her down, and slid my cock inside. I gripped her ass in my fists and plowed her hard - exploding almost within seconds of burying myself within her. My climax set her off again and her spasming cunt milked my cock and drained my balls. When we had both finished, we lay side-by-side panting for breath.

"Gods, that went too fast. I'll need another as soon as you're able. My poor pussy still hungers for you and my mind is still reeling with how provocative those outfits are. If Valeri starts marketing those, she's going to be a very busy woman. If I tell you a secret, do you promise to tell no one?"

"I can try..."

"You must! Oh! I HAVE to tell you. You can't tell anyone - Kira - Nella - Dora - anyone!"

"So, it's about Valeri?"

"Yes, you buffoon. She made one of the bikinis for herself - to see how it fit. She told me that she didn't bother to make one of the gauzy ones for herself because just trying on the first one made her so horny that she was unable to keep from touching herself. She told me that she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy so fast that the friction became almost unbearable - and then she came harder than she ever had."

"That's too much to share..."

"Loki, she told me that she fantasized that it was your cock reaming her cunt instead of her fingers. She admitted that she was so embarrassed about it, afterwards, that she hasn't been able to have sex with her husband because she's worried that she'll picture you instead - and - even worse - that she'll scream out your name when she climaxes. You can't tell anyone!"

Monika kissed me hungrily.

"When I tried on the red outfit at the shop," Monika said, "I got so horny that I ran out of there, naked, to find you. Before I slipped out, Valeri begged me to come back and tell her how it was. She wants me to tell her about how we fucked after I tried that outfit on. I shouldn't tell her - but she'll insist. I don't think this will go well for her relationship with her husband. If he divorces her, she'll lose the shop. It's actually in his name. His grandmother was the seamstress. She took Valeri on as an apprentice and - when she passed - he married Valeri to keep the business. He's not unkind to her but it is a marriage of convenience more than of love or even lust."

"Not that I want to be responsible for breaking them up," I told her, "but I'm knew to your world and don't understand your customs that well. Sex before marriage seems to be permissible. Kira seems to have no qualms about continuing to share me after we're married - but she did mention it to her father when she informed him of her intentions."

Monika nodded and said, "As long as the partners agree, just about anything is permissible. Kira's situation is complicated because of possible political ramifications. My understanding is that her father has had to come to grips with her need for freedom. He capitulated because she has - at least to a degree - given in to his requirements that she be safely ensconced within the walls of the royal holdings - or remains with you. Having seen your otherworldly defensive abilities, he seems confident that he's safer asking you to look after her - regardless of whatever trouble you stir up - than he is to risk her sneaking off on her own again."

Monika and I made out a bit longer and then I portaled her back to Valeri's place. The seamstress would not look me in the eyes. She stared at the floor - although - before she realized that I was watching her, she looked at the water-caller with a visible hunger in her eyes - and not a hunger for intimacy - but rather information (obviously, about our intimate goings-on). I slipped away and left Monika to inform (and hopefully counsel) her friend.

At dinner, Kira and the girls updated me on how their sessions had gone. Kira practically glowed with praise - to the point where even Hanna was blushing.

"You and I failed to follow-up with the weapons trainers and the mage trainers on the girls' magical assessments," Kira whispered.

I wondered why she was being so secretive but merely listened for her analysis.

"The assessors didn't even really tell the girls what they found," Kira went on, nodding at Rilla.

Rilla quietly added, "They merely told me that I should focus on suppression and support. Zima was instructed to watch for opportunities to counter enemy thrusts. Hanna was only tasked with keeping a running log of the battles so that we could study them later to improve our individual and team tactics."

I scratched my head, wondering why the girls seemed to be completely limited to defense and battle-reports. Kira nodded her head at me - having obviously arrived at the same conclusions.

"I'm of two minds on this," she said at a whisper. "Either they think the girls incapable of attacks - or - they want us to not fully realize their abilities in those regards. Unfortunately, not only does NOT mentioning those things immediately draw my attention to it - but the girls and I (at least in my opinion) functioned so well together that it would be a complete waste of our talents not to take advantage of opportunities as they arise."

I simply nodded. She looked like she wasn't finished yet. I was right.

"The teams that sparred with us were frustrated time and again at being unable to find any cracks in our defense. Rilla provided the base for our team to operate, Zima countered every attack that got past Rilla's ranged defense, Hanna analyzed their strategies and communicated to the rest of us. I used the protection that Rilla and Zima provided - along with the tactical insight that Hanna shared - to take their units apart. Almost always, removing the primary target that Hanna had identified led to the other team being so fractured or ineffective that Zima probably could have finished them off while the rest of us stood by."

I had no idea how large my eyes were but I'd begun to understand why we were keeping this quiet. We hadn't even started any real fighting and Kira was telling me that we were going to most likely walk through our enemies. No doubt we would get into situations where our team would struggle but the princess seemed supremely confident in their abilities - after just an afternoon of them working together.

As my lusty princess spoke, she lovingly touched each of my girls - hugging Rilla or reaching across the table to grab Zima and Hanna's fingers to give them a squeeze as her eyes glowed with maternal pride. My penis was conflicted. Kira's words of praise had me wanting her. Her praise of the other three had me wanting to take them out for ice cream and pizza - which I had yet to discover in this world.

Kira still wasn't done though.

"Even though the assessors downplayed the girls' abilities, it was quickly apparent that there's so much potential there - just waiting to be tapped. Take Hanna for instance," she said, giving the girl a broad smile and squeezing her fingers, "a 10-year-old with insights into the weaknesses of opposing tactics and accurate assessments of how to cripple their efforts and then take them apart? That's either some kind of innate skill that she's had sense birth - or it's a manifestation of her magical abilities. If it's the latter, it will only grow with time and use."

I hugged an arm around my youngest daughter and she squeezed herself against me. She was positively glowing.

"Zima counters attacks at a level that's above intuition, instruction, or general insight. It's like she knows where they'll be (and why) almost before they begin to move. There's something magical happening there - and I don't mean that figuratively."

My other arm went around the dark-haired junior administrator - who had visible tears in the corners of her eyes as she looked at Kira and Rilla.

Kira hugged Rilla close and pulled their cheeks against each other.

"Rilla keeps the enemy casters so beleaguered that they're unable to even get the simplest cantrips off. Her only weakness is the limit to the number of arrows she has. Even then, there's more going on than meets the eye. When the girls and I are near Rilla during combat, enemy ranged attacks miss more often and it's almost like we all can sense the enemy's intent even as they begin to move. I'm not sure how it could be - but it almost seemed like my evasion raised when I was near her - and my body's regenerative abilities increased as well. An enemy archer fired a shot that should have taken me in the eye. It was like I saw where the shot was going and was able to lean my head to the side enough to only take a nasty slice down my cheek. I felt the blood well up but - in the heat of the battle - lost track of the wound. When things slowed down a few minutes later, I brushed my finger over the injury to find that the blood had congealed without even allowing a single drop to leave the three-inch slice on my cheek. The split that I knew had to be there was already pulling closed and sealing up - with no lingering pain."

I gave Rilla a wink and she blushed.

"Husband," Kira said at an even quieter whisper, "when we add you and your abilities into the mix, I honestly don't know what could stand against us. My love, your adopted daughters aren't even full-grown women yet. My mind reels at what they will one day be capable of. I don't know if all of this was just waiting to be discovered - or if the All-Father is blessing those close to you - or what - but I can barely wrap my mind around it."

"Weapons?" I asked.

"Rilla, obviously, has completely mastered the bow."

"I have a sling as a backup," Rilla added. "It's not as deadly - but the weapon and the ammo are easy to carry."

"Normally," Kira said, "I wouldn't even count the sling as a weapon. This tender beauty sets that notion on its head. For the last session, we each gave ourselves an artificial handicap - Hanna's suggestion - to help us better develop our secondary skills and abilities. Rilla stowed her bow and only used the sling that time. None of the casters got a spell off and the pebbles she sent at the face of the melee attackers left them as easy targets for Zima and me. One healer came to us afterwards and reported that he had never had to completely regenerate an eyeball before due to the damage caused by such a small projectile."

Rilla glanced at Hanna and said, "She wants me to find or make a hollow tube - for delivering darts whose tips have been dipped in a potion that induces memory loss and sleep."

"For stealth operations," Hanna said nodding.

I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her temple.

~~~

We finished eating (a little slower than the others) and then we all headed for the gardens to do some group exercises. Dora led the group. The forms she led us through were almost like dance combined with yoga. I loved watching her curves but I was actually almost sweating by the time she finished with us.