Sachihiro

I’m sitting at the head of the long breakfast table quietly drinking a tall glass of my mates chilled breast-milk pretending to be minding my own business while in reality I’m carefully watching all of my loved ones as they interact with one another, voueying basically. My eyes wonder lazily meeting with Kuyoki's and linger, she frowns with suspecious disapproval.

Pshh..., naughty that one.

Usually this is the only meal we have together as a family as some of us need food for sustenance less than others but this is a time for us not for strangers in this growing house and be able to touch base and look at each other in the eye.

There are actually four tables in the dining hall currently, each capable of comfortably seating 14 large people with room enough for their elbows not to get in anyone else’s way. Om is seated somewhere in the middle of my table with Kiera and Vuyo on either side of him, I told my mates I would ask him to move in with us but I didn’t explain what we would become to each other if this ritual worked. Even with only my awareness on him and not my eyes he feels my attention and turns his head towards me and then his attention goes back to Saya regailing that section of the table with the tales of her mercenary troop’s adventures.

‘’I have a job interview set up and I want you to come with.?’’ I send to Mira eating acacia fruit hungrily as she priudly hangs on her daugther’s every word.

‘’Sure,’’ she sends back otherwise pays no attention to me and I smile a little at my family getting used to my presence again enough to not mind spending every moment with me.

It was honestly an exhausting few months when I first got back from my mission but now the novelty of my presence has slowly waned to the women especially. The little ones are way more fun to spend time with anyways. You train kids by playing with them and they all have so much energy that they're ever ready to play. Eager little bundles of magical joy and mischief.

I’m glad my little ones are getting to know me again and all seem to be healthy and loving and loved whilest also vicious when roused. Nikita seems to be the most harmless with her books and her experiments and her cute little protests and threats when one of her siblings moves something from her private study.

Threats she finds ways to keep. Amusingly, sometimes her attempts at revenge end in spectacular failure in the most outrageous ways but everyone now knows not to touch Nikita's things so her point is made.

So yes my 6 year old has her own work space but it is mostly glassed so we can see within without disturbing her experiments as she gets lost in her little things that only Shea and Isis seem to fully understand. I don’t know how I made such a perculiarly talented child but she is very weird and secretly my favourite these days as she likes cradling into my lap for no reason whatsoever. Mhmm, she likes sidling into all her parents laps in fact, and we all stop what we were doing and hold her when she does that. Sometimes even falling asleep in the position she chose.

None of her siblings intentionally mess with her and it’s not just cause she has been the youngest for so many years either. Compared to her siblings Nikita isn’t the best fighter but thinks up creative ways to get back at people that frankly scares me a little with how elaborate some of her schemes are getting. The kids are all over the place with their affections and understanding of family, the rapport people have with each other is both collective and individual.

I honestly don’t think Ikigai, Hannah and Aurora really know who their birth mothers are sometimes with how interchangeable they are to all their mothers. To them Kuyoki, Mira, Ingwe and Shea are their mothers equally but Shea is sometimes daddy as well and that doesn’t seem to confuse them as it initially did us adults. Children are something else.

I don’t know what it is about kids that allows them the cut through all the distractions and see things in the simplest way that makes perfect sense. Shea is both mommy and daddy to them and I am more than grateful to her, to him rather for my children never lacking a father in my absence. They love Rigs too, funny how his presence doesn't raise my hackles dispite what I got used to at Tiba. Mhmm, good guy with kids and I appreciate the little things he thinks no one notices but still does anyways.

My table currently sits Kuyoki, Mira, Saya, Rigs, Ingwe, Om, Kiera, Vuyo, Dishna, Soal, Isis, Thandeka and Shravanthi we I met in the strangest way... with me as the 14 th . Shea is at the Den working, Katya is out on an errand for me accompanied by Eldritch my cousin who is in negotioation to take a mate from the Alderman adding to the clan we're building here. Ma, and da and them occupy another table with my aunt and uncle and their family. The older kids occupy their own and the younger kids another, its a jungle in this room every morning and we change seats fairly regularly.

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But no one misses this time together if they can help it and Kuyoki or Katya nowadays openly helps Ingwe replenish the morning milk supply spilt at the children's table.

Kuyoki has a teary eyed Hanana tip toes by the ear.

Human milking; a sight that always makes every man present aroused but I’ve found that I don’t mind having everyone horny over Ingwe, they won’t get her and they all know it. There is something about that fact, that everyman here desires her and every woman knows every man desires her, but no one will ever say anything about it that makes me feel powerful.

Kiera’s eyes were bulging and her mouth gaping yesterday when Dishna held out a tall glass while Katya oiled and milked Ingwe into it. The sight and the ambience it always creates had me weirdly aroused wondering when the baby will be born so I can enjoy the nectar of my precious woman directly from the source again.

[Content sigh], the wonders of havening a family.

I feel sorry for Rigs the most having no one to fuck but at least he visits the Brothel now, I should definitely go see Abigail sometime. She deserves to be pleasured by me and exchange pointers from our training. Give her a taste of the pleasure she gave me years back when I visited her on a daily before my awakening.

Everyone is talking to someone about something, the kids are particularly loud and rowdy with the occasional tears from one of them but we mostly ignore them to sort out their own problems. Nudging them in the correct direction about what may be an appropriate response at times, Ikigai gets most upset when her sisters fight and just cries so they don’t do it much in her presence anymore in a sort of reverse psychology to please her.

It’s very strange watching little people with personalities, interests and hobbies develop and change as time passes. With how quickly Ikigai cries when one of her sisters hits her you’d think she was the runt of the litter but the is none as vicious as she is when dealing with anyone outside her immediate family.

Still not sure how to explain everything I did with Om to everyone, I should start by talking to ma maybe. Nea, da is the better option, though I fear his reaction a bit. I have pledged my life to die before Om dies and if ever he takes a mortal wound it will be my life that is forfeit as well and if I die first he will weaken considerably. We are connected now and slowly over time the bond will grow.

But I have given the him an incentive to far surpass me now and I’m confident he will, the man knows that if ever he dies I die and our families lose us both. But there are benefits, at least there will be eventually but for now it’s all risk with no visible benefits, an investment.

‘’So what’s the job interview?’’ Mira eventually asks through sending while grinning at some Rigs just said. Sometimes I wonder how many none verbal conversations are taking place all around me.

‘’I’ve been talking to Wes and he has set up a meeting with the elders of his family. I think I may be able to summon the thing the sorcerer Albert turned into and sell it to the Midnights as a daemon.’’

‘’I thought the Midnights dealt with weapons not daemons.’’

‘’Daemon imbued weapons.’’

‘’Interesting, how much is a daemon worth?’’

‘’The Albert creature as I described to Wes is an estimated 500 plate Torr.’’ I hear the click of Mira’s plate cracking . Her head whips towards me and I grin at her.’

‘’It’s rude not to involve us in your conversation you know.’’ Kuyoki says nonchalantly rubbingna caressive hand across my chest before moving off but her curiosity is evident to me. The look of her this morning grithing with my essence inside her is fresh on my mind. I give her a little wink and she quickly looks away with her ears reddening slightly, adorable.

‘’Yes da, tell us what you guys are talking about.’’ Didi says leaning forward in the table.

‘’Your father is thinking of spoiling me rotten today.’’ Mira says with a smokey grin.

500 platinum Torr is enough to finish another floor of the house with all the bells and whistles. I’m scared to ask Wes how much a sword bound with a daemon actually costs.

Is the selling of things I can help fish out of the spirit worlds even something I want to be doing?

[Sigh], bills have to be paid and it's a lot of money in this part of the world, platinum Torr.