The title of nobility is held by the men of a family, clan, or tribe. Should all of them die, then the women of that group having none holding title lose their noble rights until another man extends his own to her. - Althaen Code of Law.
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Adrian
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K walks up to me, she turns her face to the targets. She is close to the right posture, I walk up behind her and correct her posture. “Elbows locked, the weapons kick back. . .” and she is leaning back into me. I can feel her place a little weight against me, and I think she might be slightly taller than me. The armor is thin, I can feel her back rub against my waist.
She fires the pistol and jumps back a bit. How fine is this armor if I can feel her under it? I push up against her, straitening her arms. “You missed try again.” She grins a bit and wiggles in my grasp of her. That feels nice, is she doing that on purpose? She fires the gun again, and her back-end rubs against my crotch.
Feeling my pants tighten I back away from her. She smirks, looking right at the growing bulge under my belt. My face reddens for a second before I get myself under control. She was doing it on purpose. Should I see how far she’ll go? No, the elf twins are here. I shouldn’t I only met her yesterday. Maybe if she is still doing this in a few weeks . . .
“You seem to have the idea now, lets see how you do.”
At the end, fourteen of her shots hit the target, only one of them near the bull’s eye though. “Good job for your first try.” I pass her some empty magazines and a few boxes, and she goes and sits down after pushing Lysan forward. I guess she is up next.
I tell Lysan about the same thing that I said to K. Lysan seem much more nervous than K was. She is also at least six inches shorter than me so I got a good look down her shirt. My pants tighten again, maybe I shouldn’t ogle her like this?
She panics from the recoil of the first shot, and presses he back right up against me. K says something in a language I don’t understand, and Lysan turns beet red. Is it that I’m pressed right against her back? Or whatever it was that K said?
“Kythia! Don’t say stuff like that! What if he understands you!” Well Talia knows what she said. My guess was right about K’s name. So much for half paying attention doesn’t work. Talia turned a little red too, whatever Kythia said it must be dirty. Should I ask for a translation? Kythia is grinning at the two sisters, she will probably repeat what she said.
I’ll ask her later, after this. “I have no idea what you just said. But guns are serious and we need to be serious when learning about them.”
She puts on a pouty face, “are you sure we can’t play around even a little?” Ok, she is definitely trying to tempt me into her pants. She looks decent now, after who know how many days without a shower, so she is going to be hot when we find a place to clean up.
“Maybe when I show you how to aim the next gun.” If she isn’t crazy I’m going to take her up on her seduction. Got to wait, make sure she isn’t crazy. Don’t stick it in crazy. “But it’s not your turn to be helped it's Lysan’s”
I turn back to Lysan and correct her posture again. “Don’t worry, the weapon will only hurt what you point it at.” She tries again, and misses. She panicked a second time, her back rubbed against my waist. That feels good, how thin is their armor? She blushes a little more; yeah, she definitely knows what part of me she rubbed up against.
I don’t bring it up and neither does she. She is less startled on the third shot, or maybe she didn’t want to fall on my crotch again? With her fourth attempt, she figured it out. I take my arms off her, and the rest of the bullets land in the inner half of the target.
“Good job, help Kythia with the ammo. Talia your turn.” I don’t turn around, I’m still excited. I only had about a minute after Lysan stopped panicking with each shot, and I spent it trying to figure out how big she was under that chain shirt. Talia walks up and I guide her just as I did her sister.
Hmm, I thnk they really are twins every piece of them I’ve seen has been identical. Talia makes the same mistake as her sister the first time. Kythia said something again, not sure what but Lysan is giving her an angry stare. Talia didn’t turn as red though, she wasn’t as distracted from me poking her as I helped her second attempt either.
All of her shots after that were about as accurate as her sisters. They are really good, elves and ranged weapons I guess. Should I show them rifles or revolvers next? Rifles will need less explanation, “The next firearm is meant to be more accurate, but can’t be used when your target is close.”
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I pick up a rifle and a magazine to show them how to load it, “like the pistol you have to insert a box of ammunition. You aim the weapon, in the same way; but some will have . . . metal tubes with glass for longer distances.”
I walk over to the hundred feet mark, and once again fire using spatial aim. After ten shots I pass remove the magazine and pass them to Kythia. She takes aim, but the rifle but isn’t against her shoulder. She locked her elbows.
I reach around and correct her posture as before; and just as before she leaned back into me, rubbing a little against my crotch. My right forearm is pressed against her chest, the chain shirt scratches me a bit; she is soft underneath it. “Firearms of this shape are to have an end resting against you shoulder, right between the bones.”
After the shot, I let go of her. I need to calm down before I do something stupid. I don’t pay attention as she uses the remaining fifteen rounds. After a minute, I have Kythia reload the magazine as I watch the other two try. They paid attention and didn’t need correction on how to hold the rifle. They are almost as good as me when I’m not cheating with magic.
I point at one of the revolvers, and show how to load and unload it. “I am not as familiar with these. I have never used one, but I think it is aimed the same as a pistol. You are free to try them out later.”
I walk over to the bows, and pick one up; pointing at the hexkey hole “you can use this hole here to adjust the pull of the bow.” I point to the sights, “these are to aid aim. They are supposed to be marking arrow drop over distance, but they are not set correctly.”
I pull one of the boxes out from under the table, and open it so they can see the contents. Nanocarbon arrow shafts, fletched but the heads have not been screwed in. I pull out another box, this one is smaller and full of steel arrowheads. I assemble one of the arrows and pass it to one of the twins. I don’t know which is who, they set down their weapons at some point.
Whoever I didn’t pass the arrow to is trying to take it from her sister. I was right to show them guns first. Assembling a second arrow, “there are more than enough for both of you. Stop fighting over that one.” They stop fighting over it, and look down. Ashamed?
“You can have as many of these arrows as you can assemble and carry. You three may practice with the weapons in here, but don’t open the larger boxes of the ammunition for the firearms. . .” Is there something else I should mention? “. . . also, no fire or electricity near the ammunition. It will explode and hurt you. Don’t stay up too late, we want to leave early tomorrow.”
With that I walk out of the room. I hear giggles and whispers as I exit the door. Do they recognize expensive gifts as courtship? Whatever I can deal with that later, now I need to sleep. I have the midnight watch. How am I going to stop thinking about them?
I walk to the clothing section, it’s all sports teams and hunting jackets but I need a new belt. I’ve also been in a tattered shirt since yesterday. I feel filthy, hopefully one of the houses still has water in its hot water heater. I grab a few shirts my size, and two belts before going back to the sleeping bags. I smell, shower search tomorrow as we travel too.
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Talia
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My sister and me are giggling over our bows, Adrian seemed to enjoy it. I can’t believe the gifts he just gave us. Those firearms? are loud and really do kick back a bit; I don’t like them. But they did kill green skins quickly when Adrian used them. Don’t turn and get mad at Kythia until he leaves. Breathe. Smile.
The door closes behind Adrian, he is gone; both sister and I stop and turn to look at Kythia, how can she act like that. Was she trying to get him to push us all down? I know he wanted to. “How can you say things like that! Why?”
Kythia looks down ashamed of herself, she should be. Who in their right mind tells my sister to rub up against a man so he’ll push her down? Not even counting what she said to me. The whole reason why we were on the front lines of the war was because we refused to just sleep with those nobles. Why is she trying to get him to claim us?
“I don’t know, I shouldn’t have. I don’t know what came over me. He just smells strong. I’m more embarrassed than you two are.”
Well she did keep rubbing herself against him. What does she mean by smells strong? He doesn’t smell good, none of us do. She doesn’t seem to mean it as a bad thing.
“What were you thinking? What if he really did take you?”
She looks down, and mumbles something. I don’t hear it. Sister is silent, just listening.
“What?”
Kythia mumbles a bit louder, something about felt good?
“Speak up.”
“He felt good, so I rubbed where he would feel good.”
She is talking like one of those Althaen sluts. Sure, Adrian is nice and would be a better lord to serve than any I’ve ever seen; but I won’t whore myself out for comfort and luxury. I did like how he taught us though, even if he was looking down our shirts half of it.
“Why?”
“I don’t know, he smells strong and his touch felt good. I just . . . just wanted more. I don’t know, I burned the face of the last boy that tried to look down my shirt but . . . I just like his gaze.”
Kythia buries her face in her hands. Why didn’t she try to stop him from staring at her breasts? Wait, why didn’t I stop him either? I didn’t do anything when he was poking me . . . no, don’t think about that. He did seem really big, bigger than any other I’ve seen. No, stop thinking about his manhood. You mad at Kythia, not being a pervert. Those Althaen sluts were always saying bigger boys are better . . .
Sister mumbles to herself just loud enough for me to hear, “I kind of liked it too. . .”
Oh no, not you too sister. He might be just acting nice, some of the nobles tried that. Don’t fall for it, sis. I can’t fall for it either. If he isn’t though . . . I guess sis and me could share with Kythia.