Chapter 12:
Eviction Notice
“Okay, I think it’s safe to cross that name off the list.”
Miranda groaned and stretched while sitting on a chair in Lucinda’s kitchen, arching her back as an audible pop come from her spine.
“But that’s the last one Mistress…” Jez fretted.
The buxom cleaning lady they had shadowed for most of the night turned out to be a cleaning gentleman. Once they were close enough to investigate his assets it was a closed case and they had returned to Jez’s mom’s house in the woods even as the moon was setting and the sky was gradually brightening.
Miranda yawned and stretched again. Seeing this, the Gripau shot her tongue out to wrap around her mistress’s chest just below her breasts, once she had her wrapped up she began to rhythmically constrict the tough muscle to massage her love’s sore back.
“Yeah, I know-oh! That’s nice baby, thanks.” Miranda sighed and leaned her head back.
“Tho wha no?”
The Aegis agent’s eyes were closed but she still answered.
“Mmm, what now? It was a long shot to begin with. It’s not like a real arms dealer would be twirling her lady-mustache and otherwise being obvious. But it was better than the alternative.”
“Wha’s ahh awherahev?”
With her head still tilted back, Miranda opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling before blowing out her cheeks in a heavy sigh.
“The alternative is going over every shipping manifest for the last six months for all of the warehouses. Because the only reason I can see for an arms dealer to be here is the shipping connections. Which means we have to flag any discrepancy in the manifests. Declared weight, value, anything.”
She moaned as Jez’s tongued and hands massages her neck and shoulders even harder.
“In other words, we have a lot more long nights ahead of us.”
With a frown she glanced at the dawn light breaking through the trees on the other side of the window.
“Wha abow-”
Miranda touched the fleshy tongue under her breasts to still the Gripau’s garbled speech.
“Jez, baby, I’m at the limit of my ability to decipher what you’re saying. The girls should be awake any minute, then you and I can crash and they can start the slog.”
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The day after Nameless and Volka’s night together, Erica was polishing Milly’s horns, the two of them sharing a moment alone in the cottage after their daily training routine.
Erica’s ears swiveled towards the door however when she faintly heard voices and splashing from outside.
“What is that?”
“Hmmm?” Milly still had her eyes closed with her head in the Katje’s lap.
The Katje was frozen for a second save for her ears shifting to and fro.
“That noise, there it is again!”
Milly pulled her head up and the pair stood, after a moment she heard it to.
“Let’s go see!”
It didn’t take them long to find the source of the disturbance. When they got outside they were both stunned to see the Saenga Amazons in the pond, it looked like they were trying to wash up in the frigid water through chattering teeth.
“Witch’s tits! This water is cold! Myrina are you certain this is how the human’s bathe together? Have they no hot-springs?!” Kaylee demanded.
Myrina, the oldest amongst the Amazons and their de-facto leader away from Escrya’s mother, washed herself with a serene expression on her face as she responded.
“I am certain. There is no other space large enough for us to be together. Just treat it as training, endure the water and strengthen your mind as you cleanse your body.”
All of the other Amazons glared at her, save Escrya, who tried to match the older Amazon’s demeanor out of solidarity, though her trembling lower lip gave her away.
Erica moved to shore and waved to get their attention.
“Hey girls! What are you doing? We have a shower and a bath inside!”
Both Nameless and Ophelia had made the offer when they had arrived but the Amazons refused to do anything that they perceived might be an imposition to them.
“It’s alright Erica.” Escrya smiled as she came out of the water slightly to bring her breasts into view, again though, her lip trembled as she spoke; “The women of the Saenga bathe communally, your bathing room is too small for us all. Besides, Myrina says this is training, so we endure.”
Milly shook her head uncertainly.
“Well, okay, if you’re sure. I don’t understand why you aren’t using the bathhouse though.”
The already freezing Amazons froze for a long moment.
Finally one of them looked to Myrina with narrowed eyes and spoke through gritted teeth.
“A Bathhouse? There’s a bathhouse?”
“Yeah, on the other side of town, in the woods, with big heated pools and everything!”
All eyes were boring into Myrina who no longer looked so tranquil.
She gave a nervous cough.
“I did not, uh… know that. So I guess there is no reason for us to-”
“GET HER!” Helena shouted and Myrina was suddenly beset on all sides by her angry sisters.
Paul came through the field while the Amazons were in the thick of their grand melee and gave a low whistle at the sight of so many naked women writhing together in the pond.
“I’m deliverin’ an eviction notice to you lot, you girls an’ the kid can move into the big house while I take the cottage with the view.”
Milly giggled and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.
“Hello Paul!”
“Hullo Moon-Pie, just came to say the timber for the fence is sitting in front of my barn if’n your man… wants… to… get…” His voice trailed off to nothing as he stood mesmerized.
Having finished punishing Myrina, the Amazons made their way towards shore, and their statuesque figures emerging from the water was a sight to behold.
The cold water had their lightly tanned skin glistening and tight with goose-bumps, while their nipples were similarly perky and pointing on their impressive breasts.
Paul shook himself briskly and looked away.
“Hellfire, I’ll need a dip myself in a minute!”
“What were you saying?” Erica asked absently.
She too had to tear her eyes away from the Amazons.
“The wood’s been delivered for the fence! Just came to say! Now, I have some chores that need tending, and I do mean right now!”
Paul turned and walked purposefully across the field in search of his Cockatrices.
“He sure has a lot of chores these days.” Milly giggled.
Erica chortled along with her while the Amazons were pulling their clothes on, still cursing out Myrina. The older monster had survived their assault, though she was now sporting a black eye and a distinct sulk.
“Right, well, I should go and get Master so we can get to work on the fence, thanks for the polish!”
Erica had gone back to ogling the Amazons, so Milly grabbed her face and held her cheeks to give her a solid smooch before quickly moving to the cottage to get their cart to pick up the wood.
“No problem lover. Anytime.”
A few hours later Milly and Nameless were hard at work in the field, the job would go faster with Nina’s help of course but the only things that could pull her away from her forge were food or sex.
The Amazons offered to help of course, but one thing Nameless repeatedly refused was free labour from the warrior women.
Milly drove another post home with a grunt, twisting a bit to make sure it was as deep as it could go in the holes they had dug along the line of string he and Paul had set out.
Nameless was falling behind. Milly was putting the posts into the ground, while he was going back and forth from the pallet of wood to lay the boards for the fence out, intending on nailing them in later. Of the two, her job was faster, if requiring more strength.
“So the Amazons were really in the pond?”
“Yeah! I promised them we’d bathe together tomorrow, they’re training again to warm up from the pond, poor Erica.”
He hummed in approval while he dropped more boards on the ground; of the things that weighed on him these days, the wellbeing of his protectors was a big one, though he worried less for Queen Oldeera.
It had amazed him how quickly the Hornets had built their hive, though he still wasn’t sure what they made it out of.
As for the Amazons, with the exception of Myrina they had never been out of the wilds before and so they saw no issue with sleeping outside, or bathing in frigid water apparently.
“Well, you’ll need some coins to get in. And we should definitely pay for them. If they try to argue just tell them that the cost of entry for all of them would be about the same as we get for a single bottle of your milk!”
She giggled.
“You can tell them yourself, I told them you’d come too!”
He dropped a board on his foot with an oath.
“What?!”
“Yeah, they’re really looking forwards to it. I thought they could use a chance to relax. Is that okay Master?”
There was the faintest flutter of apprehension from her heartstone around his neck so he gave a wan smile as he rubbed at his foot.
“I suppose, we bathed with them just about every day that we were in their village, so I guess this is no different. It would be good for them to do something that will remind them of home. Plus the bathhouse is mostly co-ed anyways. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”
Milly beamed over at him before driving another post home.
To complete the fence they would need around sixty posts and three times that many boards to go between them. Initially Paul was going to pay for the whole thing, but Nameless had objected until eventually they settled on Paul paying for the wood while Nameless built the fence.
Of course, Paul ended up helping anyways, at least with the measuring and making sure that Milly knew how to make her posts go in straight. She had gotten pretty good at it, and in the time it took for Nameless to get more wood from the pallet she got two more posts in place.
When he hefted another armful of boards, sweating slightly, he absently noted that it was good to be busy, to have a big project. He hadn’t forgotten about his conversations with Paul and with Escrya the other night, and though he stopped spending his nights staring at the stars and pining, he still thought of Kar on a daily basis.
Though his night with Volka certainly helped to keep his imagination occupied, sex with her had been glorious, and he was certainly looking forwards to more.
Milly finished with her posts and he heard her stomach growl so he sent her out into the field to graze, saying that he wasn’t going to be much longer.
And indeed he wasn’t, after two more armloads, he took a long drink and surveyed their handiwork.
“I do not understand the point of this.” Escrya said from behind him.
He jumped slightly from her sudden voice.
“It’s a line, to show where one person’s land begins and another ends.” He answered.
She shook her head in amusement.
“Do you not know that already? The Saenga know where their land is, and others know because when they trespass we make them regret it.”
“It’s symbolic, like, is there a reason for all the feathers?” Nameless gave a wave at Escrya’s hair.
The Amazon smiled as she watched Milly grazing several yards away.
“I don’t know is there?”
She gently flicked the feather in his own hair and raised her eyebrow.
“Oh, um, Volka gave me this because she couldn’t give me her heartstone.”
Escrya nodded.
“This is true, and there is your answer. Before the Valkyrie fell they would gift one of their flight feathers to their bond-mates, but they would also gift the smaller feathers from their plumage to their friends. I do not know what all of the other tribes did, but the Saenga would braid these feathers into their hair.” She stroked her hand over some of her braids; “Sadly these are just simple goose feathers, a token of remembrance.”
“It’s a beautiful sentiment.” He said.
“Indeed it is, and I thank you for reminding me of it, Escrya!”
Volka called down to them from above as she landed, her wings causing the grass to flatten around them and Nameless and Escrya to shield their eyes.
Once the air stilled again they saw that she had pulled out a small tuft of golden plumage and held it between her fingers, her hand outstretched to the Amazon.
The downy feathers were small and soft, and just as translucent as the feather in his hair.
Escrya looked torn between breaking down and crying and whooping for joy.
With trembling fingers she accepted the sacred gift.
“Th-thank you, Lightbringer, this mean more to me than you can ever know!”
“As does your protection of my husband. I will gift your sisters with more of my feathers when I see them.” She gave a dramatic sigh; “I imagine by the end of the day I will look like a plucked turkey.”
“A sexy turkey.” Nameless countered with a smirk.
Not to be outdone, the Valkyrie leaned in and bit his ear, her tongue working over his lobe.
“Hmmm… gobble gobble.” Her hot breath washed over his flesh as she murmured.
Her hand shot down into his pants in full view of Escrya and without delay she pulled him by his manhood between the new posts and into the trees.
They were not even really out of sight of the amused Amazon when he learned that angels gave amazing head.