"I don't understand. It's been two weeks and nothing." Pierce swiped his hand across the table sending all the contents to the ground. his servant went to raise his finger as to give a solution to his problem, but Pierce kept throwing things around the room.
A knock came at the door causing his servant to sigh in relief. He rushed to the door and opened it to find Gara pushing her way through.
"Hey baby." She let her shawl drape over her exposed breasts.
"Not now, and if I have to tell you one more time to not call me baby, I will toss you out the window myself." Pierce walked out the door and slammed it shut.
"What's up his ass?" Gara covered herself back up.
"Still no powers." The servant bowed politely and followed his master.
Gara was Pierces favorite lover. She was exotic compared to the rest of the women in his household. She was covered in freckles all over her body, with had red-orange hair, and hazel eyes. Her breasts were painfully large for her small frame standing just under 5 feet tall. Pierce found himself growing accustomed to her size. He realized he would rather hold up a smaller woman than a taller one, therefore she became the favorite.
Gara watched as they slipped out of the room before she sifted through the remaining items on his desk. She carefully picked up items and placed them back down when she was done observing them. She had been sent by Niccolo years ago to keep an eye on Pierce and to report if he had done anything suspicious. Normally it was a boring job that just left her sore most mornings, but lately she has been able to use those skills she had missed. She had sent word of Iohanna and what has been going on almost a week ago and had been waiting for further instructions if there needed to be any, but she couldn't just stop looking into something waiting for word back that could take weeks. important details could be missed if this was important to her commander.
"Sir, may I speak?" Pierce's servant followed at his heals trying to interject between his constant ranting. "Sir?"
"What is it, Ham?" Pierce turned around glaring down at the impermanent man.
"Sir, your amulet." his shaky finger pointed towards his neck.
"What about it?" Pierce put his hands on his hips annoyed that he stopped to listen to him.
"Sir, it blocks her magic." Before he could get another word out Pierce held his palm out telling him to shut up.
"It's blocking me from receiving it." He snapped his fingers in excitement. "Get my room ready." Pierce ran down the street to reach the physicians home. He knocked with repetition and impatient.
"Pierce? What are you doing here at this hour?" The older man looked at him as if he had just been woken up from an afternoon nap.
"I need something strong and powerful to knock someone out for at least six hours. Do you have anything like that?" Pierce drummed his fingers on the door frame.
Normally the doctor wouldn't aid in something like this, but Pierce was the head of the city and directly under Niccolo who had murdered his way to the top of the counsel in human matters, so he couldn't take the risk to say no. "Yes, or course come in." He led him to a small room and rummaged through a shelf of vials.
"I need to know height weight and magical abilities for the correct dosage." He held up the vial and a small measuring tube.
"It's for Iohanna." Pierce was anxious to get out of there quickly, so he spared no detail and gave as much as he needed in the quickest possible way.
"Oh." The old man set down the measuring tube and grabbed a second vile. "Make her drink them both. That should give you anywhere from six to ten hours depending on how well her body adjusts."
Pierce grabbed them and raced out of the house and back down the street. By the time he made it back to his house his pants had considerably tightened around his waist and adjustments needed to be made.
Harmon had finished setting his room when Pierce came crashing in. "It's ready for you sir."
"Good take these two things and dump them in her drink. Make sure she drinks it all." Pierce handed him the vials and began to undress. "Now Ham!" He pressed for urgency. He had waited too long for this moment and wasn't going to waste any more time on his pig of a slave.
Harmon hated being called ham. He was a descendant from a boar family but possessed no abilities to shift, so his family had sold him into slavery for a few measly coins He had two small tusks that protruded from his large bottom jaw. His owner bought him because of his ugliness and had used it against him to break him throughout the years. When he reached the large kitchen, he opened one vile and dumped in Iohanna's drink. Before he dumped the second one Pierce's glass caught his attention in the corner of his eye, and suddenly he found a solution to be rid of this place. Harmon dumped the other one into Pierces drink he figured that since two vials for one person would work maybe it being divided would at least give him enough time to get out of town. He would be able to blend in with the trees and crowed all he needed was to get far enough away first. Looking over his shoulder he noticed Gara out the kitchen window. She was playing with a beautiful hawk paying him no attention, he was in the clear.
Harmon rushed downstairs into Pierce's personal cell he had made for Iohanna years ago. He placed a cup on a small table near the cell wall. "Drink." He looked at her sympathetically "It's help from the physician he brought it for you."
Iohanna liked the quirky old man, he had never wanted her harm just did what Pierce told him to out of fear. She quickly lifted the glass and drank all its contents.
"Sorry miss." Harmon waited until she stumbled in her cell before he signaled the guard to carry her for him. He held Pierce's glass close to him as they walked back upstairs into his master's bedroom.
"Finally, you fucking pig." He widened the door for the guard to let in the sleeping, pain in his ass. "put her on the bed." Excitement rose as he watched her chest rise and fall without a single word coming from her mouth.
"I brought you some wine to take the edge off." Harmon placed it on his desk and waited to be dismissed.
"what? You need to be told to leave? Go, get the fuck out." Pierce kicked towards him not hitting him but letting him know to leave immediately or there would be consequences. He picked up the small glass and drank it all in just a few swallows. He walked towards Iohanna with only his shirt on when things started to become fuzzy. He rubbed a hand across his eyes and collapsed on top of Iohanna on his bed, as much as asleep as she was.
Harmon her the loud thud coming from the room and ran to the box he kept in his study. He took five coins and headed out the door hoping to never step foot back here again.
Gara saw Harmon run out the door and singled to a man hiding in a nearby ally. They both walked up into Pierce's bedroom to find his ass hanging out of his shirt and his face planted between the wall and the bed while his legs dangled over the edge. He had fallen towards the bed and missed it with half his body.
"Help me get him off her." She went and put her arm underneath one of his armpits while the man did the same to the other.
"Where do we put him?" They lifted him up as far as they could. "Gara look, the fool is still hard as a rock."
"Juan, focus." She looked around room for a spot. "Just leave him on the floor."
Juan let go of him allowing Pierce to fall backwards on the hard floors. "By the gods Gara. That thing is huge." He looked at Gara as she nodded in agreement. "Did you fuck him?"
"Juan, it was just a mission." Gara went to Iohanna to get her off the bed.
"You did, didn't you? You fucken cheated on me." He looked again at Pierces dick hanging out. "Is it wrong I kind of want to as well." He eyed the massive cock with curiosity.
"Juan!" Gara looked at her husband with a horrific shock across her face.
"Lighten up woman, I was only joking." Juan walked towards Iohanna and bridal carried her out the room. "We are going to have to talk about this later though."
"You know the job comes first. How many women have you had to get close to?" She pointed out the obvious to him as she led him out the house.
"Yeah but you didn't have to see what they had. This is different I had to see what my wife fucked every day for a whole two fucking years." Juan couldn't get past the thought that he may not be good enough for her anymore.
"Three years." She calmly corrected him.
"Fucken hell woman." Juan's accent was coming in heavier than he anticipated. It was something he had a hard time controlling when he got on edge.
Gara and Juan carried Iohanna out into the woods and made their way towards Parion to meet Niccolo. They walked for two hours until the sun had started to set. Gara looked for a condensed section in the brush. "We will camp there. No fires." She pointed when she had finally found a spot. "Wrap her up and keep her warm." They sat Iohanna down facing away from them while they took lookout.
"Gara, want to make up for lost time?" Juan hadn't seen his wife for a long time and part of him was desperate for reassurance.
"You just lectured me about fucking another man now you want to fuck?" Gara crossed her hands over her engorged breasts. If she was completely honest, she had missed her husband and wanted nothing more than to feel his body close to hers, but he just pissed her off lecturing her for something they both agreed on before they said their vows.
"Babe, that man would be intimidating for any man to see." He nudged his wife playfully to look at him.
"Don't call me babe, I wasn't born yesterday. We had a deal." Gara held back her own desires as her husband started to massage her breasts.
"I know, I was wrong." He pinched the small erect nipples through her fabric and knew he was getting to her. "It's kind of exciting knowing we are taking a girl home only to get fucked by her own uncle."
"Juan!" Gara slapped her hand across his mouth. "Shut the fuck up."
"Calm down she's asleep." Juan got up and grabbed his wife by the hand lifting her up to her feet. He led her a few yards away behind a larger tree.
"What do you think you are doing?" Gara tucked her hands into his hair and passionately kissed him.
Iohanna laid there as tears quietly rolled down her cheeks. She could hear the loud moans Gara was making in the distance when she decided to try and get away before they came back. She could no longer trust the people around her and needed to get far away. She quietly walked until she could no longer hear their moaning before she decided to run as fast as she could heading south. South was nothing but barren lands, south she would be safe, at least from the predatory humans.
The morning sun was peeking through the trees and Iohanna continued to stumble to the southern tree boarder. Her feet bled from the sticks, thorns, and rocks she had stepped on, but the pain brought her numbness and numbness brought her the ability to keep moving forward. She had opted out of resting since she had no idea who or even how many people would be after her, or how far away they would be. By the time the sun was in the middle of the sky she was slowly walking trying to convince herself to keep moving forward.