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The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants For Glory
They did not speak of the novels or the elements again. Sora assigned Kanisa as a reading and writing teacher to a class of children whose parents had been killed in the last war. “To get him out of his depressing funk.”He had chosen well because Kanisa adored children and she loved to teach. She was also very glad that hrt next assignment was not away from the castle, or its resources and history books.Sora provided the reading materials for her lessons, mainly children’s stories about the elements, and the characters who used each one for good.Kanisa grew anxious. She had to talk to Sora about what she knew. But she also knew that Sora knew much more about the inner workings of this castle and he would have to trust her to talk about it when they were safe.Or he was gathering more evidence against Kanisa to take to the king to accuse her of treason.Another sign, or coincidence, were the fresh flowers and plants that soon filled her room. She had not asked for them, or seen anyo
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Flower And Ice
Kanisa received no further clues to the cryptic note and no other whispered warnings. But she took Sora’s order to heart and she packed a few bags that she left in her wardrobe, just in case she had to leave quickly. As the months moved closer to spring, she rotated out clothes, keeping a lighter cloak instead of her fur-lined one, and an extra pair of boots.Spring had always been Kanisa’s favorite time of the year. This year, she watched Sora. During the cold winter months, Sora did his best to stay bright and happy ---or as bright and happy as the self-absorbed scribe could be--- but Kanisa watched him, with this new knowledge of him being a Knight of Earth. Winter was hard on him, and he looked pale and weak most days.But one day, with the snow melted and a warmer wind blowing from the south, Kanisa spotted him in the gardens. Sora stood under the lilac branches and watched the new buds show themselves with a small smile on his face. The air was still cool, this early in the morn
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Treason
If she left and did not come back, that was treason. This was treason. Going away at the word of a young man whose intentions were not clear. Who did she trust? Sora, or her king? King Matthios was a great king. He really was.And Sora?Sora trusted her. Sora did not know for certain what Kanisa knew, and yet, Sora had shown her his gift, Sora had risked capture. And Kanisa had not gone to the king, about Sora, or about Conrad and Kindle Lou.She trusted Conrad. She trusted Sora.Sora knew more than she did about this kingdom. About her king.Sh trusted Sora.Kanisa glanced around the room and then spun around and left her quarters. Servants stopped her to ask her where she was going, and she only smiled and said she was being sent to another village to teach them to read and write. She had been at the castle for almost a year. It was time for something else.At the stables, he found her mare already saddled and prepared for a long journey. One of the stable boys smiled at her. He wa
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Playing With Fire
Conrad snorted. “After that, I ... I had to tell them. Some of my people may not agree with my choice not to have an heir, but the Lord of a Water Knights Village is never a Knight. But my people understand. You have that effect. They love you.”Kanisa sat on the edge of the bed and groaned. She fell back and reached above her, stretching. The softness of the bed felt amazing beneath her.Conrad’s hands slid up her shirt. “I missed you.”Kanisa smiled at him. She opened her mouth to say the words and yawned instead. With a chuckle, Conrad unbuttoned her shirt. “Your clothes are different.”“Fashions have changed.”“The clothes look good on you, but you’ll be more comfortable out of them.”“Good excuse to get me naked.”Conrad smiled and Kanisa sighed and relaxed. Conrad moved to get up and Kanisa pouted, tugging on her shoulders. Conrad chuckled and leaned over her to press a kiss to her lips. Kanisa moaned, hands tangling in Conrad’s hair. The kiss did more than make Kanisa’s heart s
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Sacrifice
Conrad’s mother had found the clothes he’d worn during his last stay in the village, and it felt nice to wear the heavier linen pants and the longer tunic. The boots were more comfortable and sturdier than the flat footwear worn in the city.Kanisa had been to one council meeting during his year at Knights Village. It was interesting. Council meetings at the castle in the city were held behind closed doors with only the king, his scribe, and his most trusted advisors in attendance. In Knights Village, the council was held in the town square, with the Lord , Fisherman, Hunter, and Farmer presiding over the meeting and keeping everything in order. All of the villagers were welcome, and most showed up.The entire scrutiny of the town turned to Kanisa when he stepped into the bright summer sunlight, blinking stupidly until he could see. Fortunately, the distrustful looks from his first council meeting were gone, and most of the villagers looked anxious but determined.“Sorry,” Conrad said
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Sacrifice Part II
Kanisa looked up.Conrad had a soldier in his arms, knife at his throat. The one that had touched Kanisa first. There was a bleeding gash on Conrad’s arm, and Kindle Dee was limping.“You kill him and you will be hunted,” another soldier said.Conrad smirked. “That is going to happen eventually anyway.”Kindle Lou moved to Kanisa, helping him up and then away, to their horses. Kindle Dee limped over and they all started shoving things back in their bags. When they were through, and all on their horses, Conrad pushed the man away from him.Another stepped toward him, and Conrad unsheathed his sword. “You are all very poorly trained soldiers. Tell the king to teach you how to get out of someone’s grip without getting your throat slit.”Kindle Dee brought over her horse, and he climbed up on it, keeping her sword free. She motioned for the others to go, and Kanisa followed Kindle Lou. Conrad moved his horse backwards, keeping his eye on the soldiers until he was far enough away to spin a
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants What Now?
The sun had yet to rise over the Eastern Mountains when the four of them packed up their belongings and headed out of the city. They had a hearty breakfast and real coffee, and stopped at the markets to replenish their supplies. The innkeeper did not say how far up the mountain the village was and they had no idea if they’d be able to find food. Kanisa also bought extra cloaks and blankets because Western shores were warm and the others did not understand just how far the temperature could drop in the mountains.Near the edge of the market, Kanisa grew distracted by hanging parchments covered in artwork. The sunlight danced on one image in particular, making the flame look alive.“You like ink?” a voice asked next to her.Kanisa turned and smiled at the proprietor of the tent. He was barefoot and bare-chested, showing off the scrolls of tattoos that covered his body.“You’re very talented,” Kanisa said.“Do you have some?”Kanisa nodded and took off her tunic to show the man.“Very go
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Valley
Sora Gulden did not have a helpful plan beyond what he told the villagers when he left almost eight years before.Kanisa lay awake that night, with Conrad curled against her, and tried to figure out what Sora Gulden was planning. What came next?Kindle Dee snorted from the other bed where she slept with her sister. The Earth Knights Village did not have many beds. Most preferred to sleep outdoors, against the ground. Even without being knights themselves, they enjoyed the feel of the Earth beneath their skin.It gave Kanisa a reason to sleep next to her lover. Though Conrad felt like a hearth blazing with fire in the middle of the winter when he slept.Kanisa turned on her side and watched him sleep.Sora Gulden’s only plans when he left the Earth Knights Village was to get to the city and do some research to figure out where the other Knights lived. He had always been so studious, his father had said. He had stumbled upon Falcon, the Knight of Air, and his little brother Fangs, short
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Fuck With Air
“What?” Bosy asked.“I need some fucking air,” Ken said, tracking Donghae’s movements across the ballroom.“Balcony, out that way,” Bosy said and gestured with his glass. “Leave Hero with me?”Ken scoffed and then pushed Meer up. He took Meer’s hand. He barely managed to smile at the men he passed on his way to the balcony. He kept Donghae in his line of sight, and made sure that Donghae saw him slip outside.The balcony was large, and there were already couples around it, engrossed in each other’s bodies. Ken led Meer to a shadowy nook created by two columns. He held him tightly and took shuddering breaths. “Fuck, this night is just getting fucking worse.”Five minutes passed, and then Donghae appeared in front of them. He lit a cigarette. Ken grabbed his arm, and practically threw him against a column.“Ow, Ken, that hurt,” Donghae said and rubbed his shoulder.“Tell me. Now.”Donghae’s eyes flicked to Meer. “I’d rather not.”“Trust me. It’s alright if he hears.”“I don’t trust slav
Nevermind Part II
Ken frowned, but Meer smiled. Another kiss. “There’s a predator in the form of your best friend coming up on us fast.”Ken sighed and pressed his forehead against Meer’s.“Might Ken!”Ken turned around, keeping Meer pressed against the wall. Bosy wore a black suit, shirt and tie. All five of his slaves flanked him. They all wore tight white pants. Bosy grinned at him. “I didn’t actually think you’d come.”“I had incentive.” And just to piss Bosy off, he asked, “Where’s your wife?”Bosy’s eyes narrowed. “Probably on her back with one of her lovers.”Bosy had done the proper thing. Married a girl, sired an heir, and then set them up in a separate estate. It made Ken sick. He was expected to do the same thing. And before he was thirty.He sighed. “Sorry, Chunnie. I’m in a bad mood.”“You’re in a bad mood? With Hero here? You’re crazy. I came over to get a closer look at him.”“You’ve seen him.”“Not all dressed up,” Bosy said with a leer.Ken shut his eyes briefly and then moved to the s
Nevermind
Ken groaned when something dug into his side.Someone chuckled above him.And then lips pressed against his neck, traveled down his shoulder.“Ken, you have to get up. I already have coffee ready. Don’t you want coffee?”“What time is it?” Ken mumbled.“Eight fifteen.”“Fuck.”“Like I said, you need to wake up.”Ken rubbed his eyes and forced himself to sit up. His whole body hurt. “Fuck,” he said again. He tried vainly to remember what appointments he had today.“Where’s my cell phone?”“Nope. You are not calling in,” Meer said. “Yoona already called when you weren’t there at eight. She told me to remind you about the Choi deal.”Ken shut his eyes and feel back to the bed. “I hate dealing with the Choi’s.”“Do you like dealing with anyone?”Ken opened one eye and grinned. “You.”Meer blushed and looked away.Ken tugged on his arm and Meer let himself be pulled. He curled up against his side. Ken leaned down for a kiss. Meer smiled against Ken’s lips. Ken’s fingers found the hem of Me
Sleep For Life
The guy clicked his tongue at him. “You’re a terrible liar.” The drink arrived and the guy sipped at it. “My name is Aiden.”“Now who’s the liar?”A hand settled on Ken’s thigh. “What if I told you I wanted you to fuck me? Would you think I was lying?”“No, but no thanks.”“Oh, come on. Let me be your angel for the night.”Ken froze, and then shut his eyes in defeat before turning to look at the guy. He smirked and downed his drink.“Come on, Might Michael,” he said, proving he knew exactly who Ken was. “Let me take you to heaven.”Ken let him take his hand. He led him through the club, past drugged out bodies moving to a steady beat. They entered a dark hallway, and as they turned corner after corner, went down a set of stairs and then turned more corners, Ken started getting nervous.Finally, he stopped and opened a door.Ken entered a sparsely furnished room lit by a single bulb. Couch, table, a couple of chairs. As soon as the door shut, the guy was pressed against him, laying bit
I'm Not Ken
God, he hated the Senator’s parties. It was less a dinner and more of an excuse to get drunk, show off and trade slaves.At precisely nine, Yoona buzzed him. “Ken, I’m sorry, but Lee Sungmin refuses to talk to me anymore.”“Patch him through, NaNa.”Ken lost himself in work.At eleven he was considering going home and taking a long lunch. And then Yoona buzzed him again. “Bosy is here to see you.”Ken shut his eyes and sighed. “Send him in, Na.”Bosy sauntered in, once again dragging the tall Doushiten named Justin behind him. Bosy flung the kid onto the floor, and hooked the handcuffs to the arm of the chair.“Hey, Yunnie,” he said.“Bosy. What do I owe the pleasure?”“Just bored, thought I’d visit. I’m going to go use your bathroom.”Ken studied Justin. He didn’t look up, head lowered. More bruises and cuts covered his back and neck and chest.Ken spared the bathroom a glance and then rose. He moved around his desk and sat in the chair. Justin flinched, but didn’t pull away, when Ke
The Senator
They finished the run in silence, Ken contemplating that. It wasn’t until they returned and Meer dropped to the floor to stretch that Ken asked, “Why haven’t you killed me and made a run for it?”Meer had his legs spread, almost in splits. He leaned his upper body to the floor and stretched his arms out. “That would be dishonorable.”“Why?”“Okay, so it wouldn’t be. But it’d be stupid. Because honestly, where am I going to go?” He lifted his legs off the floor, moaning, and Ken had to swallow against a sudden dry mouth. He could only imagine how stretched Meer’s quads were right then.“You’re staring.”“You’re flexible.”“Part of the training.” Meer sat up, winked at him and then lay on the floor. He pressed his hands flat by his head and then pushed his body into an arch. “You should be stretching after a run like that.”“Probably.”He kicked his legs up, effortlessly moving into a handstand. He held it and then bent his knees. He did a couple of pushups and then let his feet fall to
It's Saturday
Meer woke him up at five-thirty.“Fuck, Meer, it’s Saturday.”“I’m sorry, Master. Is there a different time you’d like me to wake you up on Saturdays?”Ken squeezed his eyes shut. “Just later. Eight or nine.”“Very well, Master.”And then it registered. Ken sat up. “Meer?”Meer turned at the door and lowered his head. “Yes, Master?”“Stop it.”“Stop what, Master?”“Stop that. What is wrong with you?”“I don’t know what you mean, Master.”Ken growled, stood up and stalked over to him. “Knock it off.”“If Master would tell—”Ken grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall. “Don’t do this, Meer.”“Do what, Master?”Ken pulled him back and then slammed him against the wall again. “Don’t.”“Why not?” That defiant look was back in his eyes. “Because you said so. Master?”Ken sighed. He moved his hands from Meer’s shoulders and then put them against the wall. He let his arms bend until his forearms rested against the wall. Their bodies aligned. Ken let his head fall to one of his a
No Idea
“What?”“Justin. It’s Justin.”“What’s Justin?”“Bosy’s …”“You know Bosy’s new slave?”He nodded. “We were … not friends. More like rivals, I guess.” Meer sighed and sat up. He played with the buttons on Ken’s shirt, not looking him in the eye. “Our families were allies. Our kingdoms shared a border. Justin and I are First Sons, heirs to be king.”Ken gasped.Meer smirked. “I know, right? Hence the irony of life, thing. Anyway. Our rivalry mainly stemmed from our birth status. Technically, we were the same rank, but Justin was a First Child, First Son, and I had eight older sisters. But I am older than he is. It seems stupid now, but then, it mattered a great deal. We competed in fairs and mock battles and for women.”Meer stopped, finally met Ken’s eyes and then climbed off his lap. Ken followed him into the kitchen. “I always mocked him. Told him one day, he’d be my slave and he’d have to wash my feet while I sipped champagne from his family goblets.”When he started making tea, Ke
What's A Justin
“I’m not here for me, Yong. I don’t know if rumors have circulated yet, but I bought a slave and he needs clothes.”The man’s eyes narrowed. “There are stores for—”“Considering his status as my first slave, I decided that he should only have the very best. I can’t have him running around looking like an uncivilized foreigner.”“This is completely unprecedented.”“Yes, I realize that. But I’m sure you can find a way to compensate the inconvenience.”“Of course, Might Ken.” And Ken was certain there’d be a hefty “service charge” on this final bill. “We’d be happy to supply you with everything he needs.”“Thank you, Yong. He needs everything, all the way down to socks and underwear.”He called over a couple of other associates.“Hero, stand up,” Ken said, voice shaking when he said ‘Hero’. Meer stood immediately. One of the others took Meer’s measurements and Yong shouted at the other one to start taking clothes to the dressing room.Ken and Meer locked eyes. Meer had that look again, t
