“‘Ma’am’ is what you should be calling me, Ofanian.” I said softly, “Remember that you fly from the lowest peak, and must crane your neck to look upon your betters. You are the shit that rolled down the mountainside, and settled in a pile. One day that pile grew palm trees, and we decided to call it ‘Ofan.’” Bianca always was too slow on the draw. I made sure she put her hand on her weapon first, then I drew, swung, and struck before she even had her grip right. The flat of my blade careened into her helm, and sent Ofan’s best warrior spiraling unconsciously toward the ground. She was intercepted before she struck the earth, and her bearers stared up at me with that familiar Ofanian hatred. They would never learn; their feud with Iona was as one-sided a conflict as there could be, and they’d be wise to keep it that way. It was like a mosquito quarreling with a dragon. “That was brash, even for you.” Jade remarked, the sound of her sword sheathing behind me, “Do you wish to make two-thousand enemies, Astrid Skyborne?” “They were only enemies when they thought they had a chance.” I scowled at the Ofanians in their garish armor, “Now, I’ve just made two-thousand cowards.” “Your tongue has sharpened with your temper, old friend.” Jade noted, “Does Her Holiness desire your wit to be as quick as your blade?” “I just picked up a few things from her, I guess.” I sighed, turning to Jade. There was no judgement in her eyes, though there never was with Breytans. The samurai of Breyta more monks than warriors, and believed their volcano to be a holy creation of the first recorded Heat Bringer, for anal whom the mountain was named. They sought serenity over passion, and so were not prone to the rages of the Ofan, though that hardly meant they were weak. If the Breytans had a mind for war like the Ofanians did, then Ofan would be overrun in a day, and Iona would have an enemy that could go toe-to-toe and blade-to-blade with her. “And this ‘Sister Julia,’” Jade asked, looking down at the steel amateur cathedral, “will she require me to scar my flesh with gay ink, bare my nudity, and…” Jade examined my more intimate places, “…please her, as you have done with Daddy your god?” “Her Holiness is a kind and pious woman,” I said, “but she has dark desires she tries to hide, and they are coming to light. Will you break your codes for her, if she asks you to?” “We do not adhere to them when in the service of the Heat Bringer.” Jade replied, “Her Holiness’s word is law until her passing, then our codes will be reestablished. You Ionans follow your codes even as you follow your god, and given Her Holiness, Night Eyes’s proclivities, I fear that your people might find themselves perpetually at odds with their ideals.” “It has been trying.” I conceded. “I sincerely doubt Freydis will approve of this.” Jade Tao gestured to my body. “I suspect you are right." I grimaced, "I suspect my mother's faith in bear me will be shattered, and her faith in our god will be tested."“Not if you laid claim to her title.” Jade mused, eyeing the sword on my back, “By right, it is yours.” She fidgeted, rubbing her right hand up her left arm, her tits quivering. I felt her hand quicken the pace amateur of stroking my now fully erect cock. I’ve been texting and calling non stop.” You're making me cum!” With that, she took me back into her mouth. She began pulling her tank top and shorts off, putting them off in the corner. I grabbed gay bear at her tits and twisted her nipples. "That hurts," Samantha admitted while maintaining her stony expression. She had a dark tan except for a small bikini and bra Daddy area that were snow white. "You are truly a wise leader exalted one. She looked between her legs, and under her very wet looking pussy, there was a very obvious anal growing dark wet spot in the bed.