A Night of Observations

4th Litordae, 25th day of the month of Semens (Sem), the 3672nd year of Salvation's Landing

It had been an extremely eventful day and night to say the least. If anyone, including herself would have told Tabitha that she would wind the night down in the fashion that she had, she would more than likely have thought them a crazy person.

But here she was, curled up in her chair by the fireplace with a blanket covering her nude form with a book in her lap that she was paying almost no attention to. She did not feel like wearing her nightgown. Instead luxuriated in the heated ache that came from a used and pleasured sex between her legs. It reminded herself that she was a woman and seen as desirable to some. Perhaps more than some… if they could get past what she was. But tonight, she wanted that feeling of desire that Reglin showed in his eyes when he looked at her naked body.

What an end to a day, indeed. Did she know this was a possibility? Yes, she did, knowing what all was unleashed this day. But the likelihood of it would have seen miniscule at best.

It was over a decade ago now that Tabitha became aware of this messenger boy that ran around the palace with such a fierce look of determination when about his task, yet a disarming smile when approached. He wanted to work and do his job to the best of his abilities. He wanted to help. Even those that openly disrespected him or those that did not even acknowledge his existence. It was like his will was to beat them down and win them over. And more often than not, he did…

She thought about what they had discussed earlier. About how he was literally irrepressible. And how his abnormality regarding mana led her down the twisting and winding path that informed her of what Reglin was and brought this incredible artifact into her possession.

If what the research of the artifact with the very limited texts that alerted her to the possibility of the night ending the way it had. That she may end up being swayed in an almost supernatural fashion. It just didn’t feel like that to her. Perhaps it was because she had a genuine affection for the boy from before. So, the seeds of something were there. But then he arrived this morning looking so different. He looked barely like the boy he was when he left. A boy of a height with her at sixteen years of age. And a bit on the scrawny side to be honest. But this morning, a man stood in front of her, standing over a head taller than she, though he retained the boy’s awkwardness. However, Reglin took her tutelage in regard to confidence and before long, the boy had her mentally whimpering and shocked at the turn of events.

‘No, I should think of him as a boy any longer. Not after he left me mewling like a kitten under his touch. He’s a man now.’ Tabitha thought in a tangent.

The ingredients had to all be there, she thought. The affection for him from before. The physical change in him so that she could make a cognitive separation from his boyhood self. And then add the artifact into that equation and, well, she saw AND felt the outcome of it now.

This item was noted as a powerful thing. In short manuscript that made mention of it, it was called ‘The King’s Gift’. More than likely because a king of time long ago held it in his possession. But then she found called ‘The Kings Gift’ with no denotation of ownership. Just that it was gift of Kings. Did it matter? She could not say. She just knew that those who were known to have wielded the artifact’s power were considered men who were loved and adored in their time. And almost every story she had found made note of the man’s promiscuity. Mostly women, but not all given the social norms of various points in history. It may have been those readings that pushed Tabitha to encourage Reglin to make it as easy as possible for him to be with multiple lovers as soon as possible.

She remembered the smallest pang of jealousy in her head and heart earlier this evening, knowing that she would have to share his touch with however many others were to come. And so, when that channel opened, she felt relief at not feeling that jealousy any longer. This could mean much more. No need for pettiness.

So many ideas as to what it all could mean ran their course through her brain almost incessantly. But there were just so many variables. It would not be easy, whichever turns in the path they were to take. He was a guardsman who used to be a messenger boy, who was born from indentured parents. It was an origin that would take some hurdling. Although, with many of the myths and legends, the protagonist was either of divine or the simplest of origins. ‘Simplest it is it seems…’ she thought.

She looked over to her bed, to Reglin’s sleeping form, and frowned in concern. Tabitha had been thoroughly looking forward to sleeping in his arms this night, having not done that in close to a century. But almost the instant that was able to lay the mana streams of rest on him and he was ****, Reglin’s body tensed up and jerked about. She gave it a few minutes. But when it did not cease, she slid out of his grasp as smooth as she could. He was not disturbed in the slightest, it seemed.

Now, a couple of hours later, Reglin still convulsed like he was fighting something. And on occasion, she heard him mumbling what sounded like orders or challenges. It was bizarre and something she wished she could study more comprehensively.

She knew that it was not her mana that had done this to him. She had laid these exact same streams on those the were stricken with nightmares to give them a restful night’s sleep. This was something odd, indeed. It just tore at her that his mannerisms were so… stricken. As if he fought for his life in his sleep and there was nothing for her to do.

Thinking back to the bigger picture again, Tabitha had to decide whether she try to keep him close to her advice or let him loose to do what he did naturally. This date of his in the upcoming evening might be a good indicator of how she should approach things. If Reglin can retain that confidence that she tried to instill in him, he would be fine, all inexperience aside. And it sure did seem as though that lesson had taken hold.

Tabitha felt like she had so much to impart on him, so much that she wanted him to know. But she also knew that, perhaps it would be better if she were to let him feel his through certain things. That made her sigh resignedly though. She always wanted to be involved in developments, to be a part of the goings-on. But maybe her role was to be a friend or confidante for Reglin to come to in times of need? She didn’t like the thought of it, but if that was how it played out, so be it.

She put the book on the table and wrapped herself in her blankets and got up to walk over to the bed to look at him. Reglin wore a rictus snarl and growled, sweat covering his face. No real change, it seemed. Reaching down, she stroked his hair in concern, knowing that it wouldn’t disturb whatever fight it was that he was involved in.

It was almost the tenth Smallbell by the hourglass that she turned over on the last chime. Time to see if she could salvage a little sleep. And so she turned and headed back to her well-cushioned seat by the fireplace. She settled in quickly, pulling the blankets up to her chin. Getting comfortable, Tabitha ended up with both of her hands between her legs, pressing against the wonderful feel that the man in her bed had left her. Exhaustion took hold quickly and her eyes closed for the duration…

~This is knowledge for the Reader~

The Affection Multiplier

~Mana: 104 (+8) 112~

~Mana Channels: ~Labiae Passionii (Lips of Passion) free, ~ Corpu Vigorii (Vigorous Body) 100, ~ Uirtau Proelium (Martial Prowess) 100, ~Mensu Lucidae (Bright Mind) 100, ~ Tactu Beatae (Blissful Touch) 100, ~Plurem Amatrixae Normalii (The Normalcy of Many Loves) 500

~Tabitha~ Affectionae: 100 Erosii: 55 (+8) 63 Libidae: 100 (Effective: 22)
~Lim~ A: 26
~Boll~ A: 15
~Grahm~ A: 28
~Lina~ A: 29
~Asha~ A: 25 E: 2 L: 2
~Princess Katya~ A: -63
~Lady Wilmyna~ A: 1
~Princess Katya's Entourage~ A: (+11)