Answering the call of duty.

John had to finish his business with Sylvia first, but he could not stay very long here.

For someone whose species didn't even have a sex drive Sylvia had very quickly adapted to it and mastered sexual matters in record time. It didn't take her very long to pump John's balls dry, even if they would fill back full in no time due to his powers. He really had to go.

"Sylvia, sorry to cut this short. I would have preferred to stay here tonight, but it could be something important and I might get money or useful things for the kingdom from it." he told the disappointed dryad.

"I understand, my King. It is just that with your school you already are there so little. I just hoped you would stay longer. But you must act for the good of the realm. This Order seems like a powerful ally, keeping good relations with them will be good for this realm. " she replied. She had a lot more diplomatic acumen than her forest upbringing would justify.

John picked up his gear, a change of civilian clothes, his bike and a few things laying around. He put the friendship egg in his storage chest for safekeeping. Sylvia would be busy planting trees until he came back.

The royal bed had been a success, the rune engraved wooden frame was keeping the slime material in check and the bed's headboard even had a crown on it. It reminded him that he should have one too, he had some gems and a substantial amount of gold laying around. He would have to look into it soon.

He came back to his room, turned the lights and his computer off. He couldn't hear any noise in the house, his mother had probably gone to bed. Still, going out by the front door was too dangerous, it was very noisy. He opened his bedroom window and looked at the tree facing it, with his gear on he might be able to jump to it and get down safely, going back in would be harder but he could probably figure something out.

He ran and dived through the open window, grabbed a branch and slid down the trunk on the ground, there he simply used Move to close the window.

He put the civilian clothes on, they were easier to explain than his fighting gear should anyone see him.

Moira was waiting for him where she said, wearing a pair of jeans, knee high boots and a leather jacket, sitting on her Harley Davidson.

"You took your time Newman." she said as a greeting.

"I have a life you know. I was pretty busy when you called. I hope it is important and worthwhile." he replied.

"Don't worry, you will be rewarded for your time. I understand now that you do not have the same lifestyle as I do. My father heard about one of your gifts and wants your expertise. He will explain once we get there. I hope you brought something else to wear though. " she told him. His old pair of jeans and Punisher t-shirt weren't the best way to look serious or not evil.

"I have my adventuring gear with me. I just thought civilian clothes would be more discreet for the trip." he explained.

"Good call, let's go!" she agreed. She gave him a helmet and drove off with him riding behind her. He was a lot less careful about his grabbing her now than he was in the beginning. It could easily be explained by distraction or the fear of falling. He wanted to see how far he could push things with her before she began telling him off.

The answer was pretty far. He inadvertently grabbed her tits once of Mr twice on the way and kept himself glued to her back the whole way without so much as a remark from her.

They arrived at the Manor, but tonight there weren't anyone to greet them.

"I have to change for this and so do you. Let's go to my room." she told him as they got in by a small door in the garage. (it contained fours bikes, a huge limousine, a Rolls Royce, a Hummer and two luxury German cars.)

When they got to her room (without having met anyone.) Moira didn't lose a second before stripping down. She didn't even seem to acknowledge his presence as something that should make her maintain some sort of modesty. She only stopped once totally naked, wearing only the only thing she couldn't remove. John still found her really sexy, but as for each time he saw her he reminded himself of her condition. The only way to fool around with her would destroy her power and give it to him, forcing him to a life of abstinence if he wanted to keep it. Not even such a body was worth that price.

"Did you make any progress on this?" she asked him, pointing at her ironclad crotch.

"Don't we have urgent matters to attend? We will talk about it afterwards." he simply replied.

John looked with amazement as she slipped inside the skin tight red leather bodysuit and tightened the various straps and armored plates in place. She had her loyal warhammer slinging from her belt and had put her shield on her back. She looked equally sexy and deadly in this outfit and if John ever got himself a royal guard of women warriors it would be a nice inspiration for uniforms. He made a mental note on building an army of sexy girls for his kingdom.

He simply switched equipment slots and stood there in front of her clad in black armor with tarnished steel inserts and his new weapons on his belt. He decided to keep the hood down for now.

"You made a few upgrades since the last time. What happened to your saber?" she asked.

"A crazy girl made me fight something capable of snapping the blade in two. I got this one as part of the deal I made afterwards." he told her casually. She shuddered, she had remembered that she too had struck a deal with him. If he was capable to get such weapons as reparations for an antique, it made her fear the final price she would have to pay for the key to her freedom.

John followed her out of her room, looking at her perky ass snuggly fit in red leather all the way down to the room where he was awaited.

Moira opened a very big double door in wood and brass. The room inside screamed secret society. There was a big round table with large ornate chairs around it and a big throne like one with the symbol of the order. The walls were covered in shields, tapestries, banners, parchments and torches. Lord Brighton was standing near the throne, wearing a tuxedo and a small half cloak of red silk over his shoulders with a long sword at his side. He was talking to a young blonde lady wearing an ornate blue velvet dress with silver thread embroidered in it, she had a blue silk blindfold over her eyes. The last person waiting here was an old man with a long grey beard wearing a . He had a toolbelt with tweezers and calipers , jeweler's glasses and was sitting down at the table in front of dozens of open books and items laid down there.

"Ah Moira, I see you managed to convince our new friend to come visit us. Please do sit down Mister Newman. We have so many things to discuss." said her father.

John picked an empty seat facing the largest one and was quickly joined by Moira who sat at his left hand. The other girl sat down between Lord Brighton and the old man.

"You are a man of many talents, find yourself in interesting company and have a gift to wander in deadly situations only to get out of them unscathed. Lorelei here
tells me something incredible would you care to confirm it, I wouldn't want to believe her gift to have dulled so soon. So please explain how in the seven Hells you came to encounter an outsider this time? We concluded you didn't have a direct link with the necromancer barrier, but really are not helping us believe that you are what you pretend to be. " he asked in an inquisitive tone.

John looked around and started thinking of how he would figure this one out with what appeared to be a seer sitting at the table.