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hard, now I had Lilliana, the scent of good food, Malina’s wonderful
scent, and her hands busily kneading my shoulders.  After trying to memorize a
spell that would double my speed and strength, and having to start over fifteen
times because I’d lost my train of thought, I gave up on it and closed up Sal.
    The spell was intended to level the playing field in a fight
against something very fast like a vampire.  Between the spell, and the
enhancements from pulling infernal magic through Malina, it should be enough to
make me as fast as Lilliana, or any other ancient vampire.  Although, I’d read
any spell that enhanced the body was inherently dangerous, and if done
incorrectly at all could harm the body if not kill me outright.
    Maybe it was just better to use magic in those fights, and
not worry about being a vampire’s equal physically.
    I pushed out my chair slightly, and grabbed Malina’s hand
and pulled her around and into my lap.  She wiggled a bit to get settled.
    We talked a little about what was going on.  The warlock, my
training both in magic, and physically with Lilliana.  It wasn’t too long until
dinner was served, and our conversation moved to day to day stuff, long term
planning, and just small talk.
    They dragged me up to the master bedroom around eight, not
that I struggled, or even objected.  Then they took control and both of them had
their way with me for about four hours.  I was completely wiped out by
midnight, but they were both very well sated and cuddled up on either side of
me as I fell asleep…
     

Chapter 5
    Karen listened carefully to the mage that was droning on
about the latest search results for the warlock.  She reminded herself that she
wanted this, to be in charge of these people and to restore the old laws. 
She’d done it, and now she was stuck with it.  Still, how hard was it to say
that they hadn’t found the warlock yet?  The man clearly loved to hear his own
voice as he went on in a block by block search of finding nothing but other
search parties from the vampires and shifters.
    She looked around, and the eight other councilors’ attention
were obviously wandering, including her old friend Tina.
    She looked back at the man when the droning stopped, and
said, “Thank you for your report, keep up the search.”
    It wasn’t all boring of course, there was true day to day
business like stopping mages from doing idiotic things and exposing their world
to the human population.  Though her biggest problem right now were the eight
families of the eight councilors she had killed during the takeover. 
Ironically, Clarissa’s family, who had actual real power, weren’t among those
causing issues, just the other eight.
    The whiners and backstabbers.
    Still, free speech was a thing, even in the mage world, and
she had to be careful how she dealt with it.  So far they’d treaded the line
carefully, and hadn’t crossed the line from dissent to outright sedition, but
they were close.  The largest issue they parroted was about Shawn. 
Specifically, that the evil usurper, which would be her, had betrayed the mages
by creating a treaty with the evil Moore line.
    She looked down at her ring and held in a sigh of longing.  The
ring as far as most knew, represented a business deal, a pact, but the truth
was she loved Shawn and the thought of being married to him made her smile.  She
hadn’t gotten to see him for a couple of days, not since their one-day
honeymoon sex marathon.  She really wanted to see him, maybe she could go
tonight?  Once the building calmed down anyway.  Right now, she was stuck in
this throne like chair and had to reassure her people by making level headed
decisions.
    Which was hard, being a fire mage she wanted to just burn
all the assholes out.  Her temper wasn’t being helped by her condition either. 
Her hormones felt out of whack, but she wondered how much of that was
psychosomatic, since she’d only been pregnant a week.  Wasn’t it