“Dungeons are closely monitored,” Tosh explained. They were all back in Asher’s room after the meeting with Tiberion discussing plans. “With some pull from the Roktai I was able to get you locked in for one in 2 weeks.”
“2 weeks?” Asher asked, surprised. “Why so long?”
“You have to remember that the Roktai only run 1 country of this planet. There are 11 others with as much landmass as the Roktai. Because the Roktai and the other countries are so intermarried the guild never bothered to take over the planet. Instead they expanded to new ones, most are not in this solar system. Those other countries have their own dungeon diving teams, and most all of them are blocked off by other interested parties.”
“But if a dungeon is open now, why do we have to wait 2 weeks?” Nadir asked.
“Dungeon Portals are gates to other worlds, you understand this correct?” Tosh asked, not condescendingly, simply stating fact. “These-”
“Wait sorry, before you continue,” Keera interrupted. “What causes these portals?”
“Ah, of course,” Tosh said with a bow. “Honestly, we don’t know exactly. A big part of it is mana fluctuation from the planet’s Leylines. Highly condensed mana that leaks out randomly. Think of it like a mana tornado. When the mana tornado forms it establishes a link. It has never been observed, but people postulate that when 2 of these vortexes form at the same exact time they link together and connect one another’s locations. Others assume the System simply decides, since it decides who can go in and out. There are monsters on all of these planets, but they can’t cross over the Portal until it breaks. Only people with a System may cross. Since no one has been able to prove monsters have Systems, only levels, we assume they do not. Although, evolution has been noticed in monsters before, so they may have a weaker version of a System.”
“Evolution? Like a pokemon?” Keera asked.
Tosh laughed and nodded. “Similar.”
“How does Elantontrin prevent dungeon breaks?” Asher asked, reminded of Joon. When someone didn’t know something, for some reason he thought she knew the answer. Her future memories had been helpful now and then back on Earth. He hoped she was doing well back home.
“Dungeon Breaks happen when the portal has been up too long, so they simply send teams to beat them before they break. There is technology to monitor the planet’s Leylines, and know exactly when and where a dungeon forms. Before you ask, it is believed Dungeon Breaks happen when too much mana has been leaked between the portals. This allows the portal to become stronger, thus allowing monsters through without a System. Again, all speculation.”
There was a long pause. “Back to my original train of thought…When a dungeon forms, the team sent by the country monitors it. They can tell what Tier it is, also the general location. A group is sent in and investigates. The portal could lead to another civilized planet, so you don’t want to cause an interplanetary incident by accidentally killing a local. If it is proven to be uninhabited by sentient life they find it’s exact location with respect to Elantontrin. This can take time to do through the Ether Stream. While that happens Geomancers and other Systems that can find precious metals or resources are brought in to judge the density and value of inhabiting the planet. They begin to dig, then when it is found where exactly the planet is, they decide if they want to colonize it. Colonizing is a very tedious process through the Systemic League. Very bureaucratic. You have to present your case, and prepare arguments from other planets that may be closer than your own. Over the 30,000 years of the Roktai they have colonized only 5 planets. 3 of them are filled with people now, the other 2 have replenishing resources and are kept as sort of a treasury for the Roktai.”
“So we have to wait 2 weeks, because they want to squeeze it for all it’s worth before we kill the locals?” Abby asked.
“Exactly,” Tosh said. “Dungeon Diving is the lifeblood of a planet. Some resources are mined from Elantontrin, but with 30,000 years of advanced civilization it has been able to keep the majority of the world similar to how it was long ago. That is why buildings are so tall here, they would rather build up than out. Elantontrin is more of a tourist attraction than anything.”
“Amazing,” Nadir said. The others looked at him. “I simply never thought along these lines. We really didn’t know about fancy metals and gems. Most dungeons I’ve been in were all about killing monsters and finishing quests for Syscos. We will have to almost give training to dungeon divers to prevent them from closing the portal to a possible gold mine.”
Asher saw his point. They needed to think in the long term when they went back to Earth. In his Trial he remembered a dungeon planet covered in shiny diamonds. He had used more than one of them to kill monsters. Now he was curious how much the planet would have been worth.
“There are still monsters on Elantontrin. Is it a problem to kill them?” Asher asked. “Like could we work on tactics and formations against some low level goblins?”
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Tosh said. “All citizens are sentient, so simply don’t kill anything that you can understand. Your Omniauris skill only works on System Users, so if you don’t know the language, assume they are a bad guy. Also don’t kill a mountain of horned rabbits. A few here and there won’t hurt.” Asher nodded, it was better than nothing.
There was a long pause. “Are we just not going to talk about the elephant in the room or…” Abby asked.
Everyone looked to Asher. He asked, “What?”
“What the hell happened in that trial?” Batman asked.
“Oh,” Asher said. Tiff had done her magic, and he was mostly able to ignore it for now. A part of him felt they should know. “Is it a problem for me to say?” Asher asked Tosh.
“Not as long as everyone here agrees to not take the trial. The trial itself is common knowledge, most people don’t want to talk about it though. All the high nobility of the Roktai have taken the Trial, or they wouldn’t have been allowed to rule.”
“I assume no one wants to take it?” Asher asked. No one spoke up. “It showed me a future, a very dark future. The trial took my memories of me being in a trial. Then I watched everyone here being killed by the elves,” he admitted. “I was given to the Burills. Crash landed on a planet. Then dungeon jumped until I came back to Earth after 10 years.”
“What was Earth like?” Keera asked.
“Utter hell,” Asher admitted. “Without us to represent Earth, it’s people were left by the wayside. Slavers took over and started kidnapping people. Everyone in the guild was dead except Amanda,” he admitted to Batman and Abby.
“Was it real?” Keera asked.
“No,” Asher said firmly. “But it was a possibility. I’ve helped fix that,” Asher said. “I agreed to marry Lyola. I wasn’t sure, but after seeing what could happen to Earth... I simply cannot risk that. It took a year of freeing people in the Trial to admit that the universe is much worse than I imagined, and we need allies.”
“So when you attacked the Guild Master?” His mother asked.
“I had literally just killed him in my Trial,” Asher admitted. “I um, thought it was another trick. I had…been through a lot. A lot that I’m not going to talk about.” Tiff grabbed his hand. Luckily everyone was quiet. Asher held off thinking about it, but feelings rushed back to him.
“Your dick saves the day again,” Batman commented. This made a few people bark a laugh. After a few others chuckled Asher felt better and laughed too.
Wiping his eyes of tears, more from laughter than depression, he looked around the room. “Has anyone seen Atalanta?”
“I didn’t see her come back to her room,” Keera said as Asher dialed Atalanta on his Comm. She didn’t answer.
“Well if you do, let me know. I’m sure she had it just as rough,’ he said.
There was a knock at the door. Amelie, the older elf, soon walked in. She jumped as everyone was staring at her. Asher guessed they all hoped it was Atalanta coming in. Amelie caught herself quickly. Her face went back to the stoic expression0. she plastered on. “The Lofgrens have requested the presence of the Whitmores.”
“May I ask what this is concerning?” Ria asked.
“The joining of your families,” Amelie said.
The Whitmores shared a look, and got up slowly. “You’re not a Whitmore,” Abby said to Tiff.
“Shut up b-” Tiffany stopped as she caught his mother’s eyes. As they walked out Asher noticed Tiff flip Abby off. He held her hand as they walked through the halls.
“Any idea what to expect?” Asher asked.
“How so?” Amelie did not turn around, simply walked forward.
“Like is dowry a thing? What are the customs with marriages?” He asked.
“In the past the man would gift land to the woman’s family. But that hasn’t been done in millenia. No, this should be a more formal introduction between you,” Amelie informed them as they stepped on the elevator platform.
“I swear, I’ll end up having more daughters than the Brady Bunch if you keep this up,” his mother mumbled. Tiff laughed. “You’re okay with this Tiffany?”
“He asked me first,” she said truthfully. “We talked a lot last night. And I agree with him, the whole world probably needs this. Besides, I kind of like Lyola. She's very…easy to please.” Asher knew what she was talking about. There must be something with him and the elf woman. She came harder and faster than most any woman he had before.
Ria pouted. “What happened to my innocent son?” She asked. “Every day he fights and beds some new beauty. What happened to waiting for marriage?” She asked, he shrugged. She tried a different tactic. “Did you know he cried when he got broken up with the first time?”
“Mom!” Asher said angrily.
“Do tell,” Tiff said walking closer, but luckily they arrived. Amelie kept silent as she walked them to the double doors ahead. Inside the room was the Lofgren family. The only one not in attendance was Tiberion. Asher was more than fine not seeing the old elf.
“Thank you for joining us,” Tyranis said from the middle of the room. It was large and opulent. Paintings on the walls, large bay windows that looked out onto the city, a tall table with actual chairs sat in one corner. So far he had really only seen dining rooms, throne rooms, and bedrooms for the elves. This appeared to be some sort of entertainment room for guests. The floor had an ornate carpet, and a large chandelier ornament floated above their heads.
“Thank you for having us,” Bishop, Asher’s father, said. “What can we help you with?”
“We simply wanted to get to know your family a little better,” Millfadona said. “Oftentimes we know much already about those who ask for our daughter’s hand in marriage. This is a first for us.” Asher thought about pointing out he was the one asked, but left it.
“Us too,” Ria said. There was a long awkward silence. Asher studied the elves while no one spoke. Lyola stood next to her mother Millfadona. Millie, he reminded himself. Lyola shyly stared at the ground as she blushed. Next to her were Tyranis’ other wives, Reeleah and Kalfeer. Reeleah was a green skinned Nymph Elf, and Kalfeer was a gray skinned Dark Elf. Their kids Wylin and Fresneah stood next to them. It was not hard to tell who’s child was whose.
“Why don’t we let the men have their talk, and us women have our own?” Millie offered. When there were no objections the ladies moved to a room next to theirs. It wasn’t long before Asher heard loud laughter. He could tell Tiff was enjoying herself already. He would be hard pressed to ever make her embarrassed.
When no one spoke Asher asked, “So what happened with the Guild Troops? The other elves sounded very against the idea.”
Tyranis let out a long sigh. He walked to a cabinet and poured a few drinks. He handed one to everyone, including Wylin. Asher sniffed it, he was a little surprised that it was wine. His father simply sipped at it, and complemented the taste. Since he didn’t object to Asher having some he too took a drink.
“That is a whole other issue. The Roktai is a balancing game,” Tyranis said idly looking into his wine. “Many families have power. Nearly all are my cousins in some form. Most all can trace their lineage back to the founders of the guild. We have an army of course, they watch our border and police around our planets. The Roktai Troops are another matter. Thousands of years ago they were the best of the best in our guild. Now they are simply a badge of honor for the nobles that like the title.”
Wylin seemed to be intrigued by the conversation as he sipped his wine. “I’m sorry, shall we sit?” Tyranis offered leading them to some high back chairs. “This is a sitting room for interplanetary guests. More than once people have complained about the pillows. I had this put together some time ago. We haven’t really used it all that much.”
“Very beautiful craftsmanship,” Bishop noted, feeling the wood of the chair underneath him.
Tyranis nodded at the compliment. “My father,” Tyranis started. “Was once our strongest warrior. Well not strongest, but most ambitious. He too ventured to new sectors. Dungeon Dived to new planets. Challenged televised Delves into ruins and has been from one end of the League to the other. All of this happened before I was born. Then on one long expedition he saw something that changed his view on life. He was only one of a few that returned. And he never spoke of what he saw, but simply followed his own father’s advice for once. He married my mother, and they had me. He never ventured out again.” Tyranis finished his glass. “I asked him about it once. He told me that he met someone that he couldn’t beat. For the first time in his life he was genuinely scared. He was happy to be able to leave with his life. There are many such instances of course, more than a few masters out there. But my father had faced them without worry. He lost sometimes, but he always bounced back, except for that one fight.”
The room was quiet. “Since Wylin has yet to take the Trial we cannot speak in specifics. But someday I would like to know how you scared him enough to get over his own fear of what's out there,” Tyranis finished.
“Not sure what I said,” Asher admitted. “But anything for my future father-in-law.”
Tyranis smiled and nodded. “Tell me Bishop, what did you do on your planet prior to Initialization?”
“I was a preacher,” his dad said. The words must not have translated because the elves stared at him confused. “I led people in worship of our God.”
“Ah a priest,” Tyranis said. Then they spoke religion for a time. Bishop told him about God. Then Tyranis spoke about the goddess they worship, Tylia. Apparently it meant High One in their language. Tyranis’ name meant High man, which was a little funny in Asher’s book. He was mostly upset it wasn’t short for Tyrannosaurus.
“Have you ever thought of having more than one wife?” Tyranis asked.
“Oh no,” Bishop said. “Ria is all I can handle. I must say, I was a little surprised a man would want 3.”
“It can be a hassle, but we work together. With my people they are mostly political, but I have grown to love them all,” he said. “Thus it brings me to my next question. Asher, what are your intentions with my daughter?”
“How so?”
“In the guild, what my father says, goes. But as a father, I would like to know. What do you see my daughter as? A prize? A figurehead? Someone to stay out of sight so you can reap the benefits of an alliance?”
“Oh no,” Asher admitted, understanding the concern. “If we marry in 5 years, I would hope to keep her with me. My planet doesn’t have much in comparison to the Roktai, but we have a start. I feel confident by the time we have joined the League my planet will be unified and she can come to live with us. Or honestly, whatever she wants to do. I have no plan to stop leveling, and I want to see more of the universe. But she and my other wives will always be my focus when I’m not.”
“It is a hard life out in other sectors,” Tyranis said. His eyes were firm and locked with Asher’s. He appeared to be studying Asher, as if he could tell a lie. “Many marriages fail because adventurers are gone too long.”
“Which is why I would prefer they come with me, but I cannot say what the future will bring. Or what is expected of a Hero System. I simply know that I enjoy all of this. Seeing new places, fighting new monsters. Looking for the next challenge,” Asher said.
For years he spent trapped in the hell of the Trial, and only now could he admit that it wasn’t all bad. Once he had stayed up for 10 days straight fighting a boss monster. The fight ebbed and flowed on who was winning. In the end he came out victorious, and slept for 24 hours straight. When he awoke the relaxed feeling flowed over him as he had again beaten the odds. He rode that high until he found another. Eventually they became easy, soon he jumped planets to find more challenges. Asher had become addicted. The only thing that could have made it better was to have his wives there.
“I hope you can figure out what works for you,” Tyranis said. “To be honest, I didn’t think I would ever have this conversation again.” He laughed loudly. “For Lyola’s first engagement it was to a son of the Guild Master of another country on Elantontrin. He and I had this conversation. My daughter and him met a few times. Then out of nowhere she demanded he take the Trial. Though it’s not unheard of, its not required. The boy agreed, as did his father. When he did not come out it caused a lot of tension between our families. Then it was onto the next engagement. Eventually I stopped trying to find someone she would like, and just prayed someone would pass.” He smiled at Asher, and for the first time he looked like an actual father. “I am happy it will be with someone she likes.”
“Me too,” Asher said. They were quiet for a little bit. Asher refilled glasses. “Wylin, have you already become engaged?”
Wylin’s cheeks darkened. “No,” he admitted. “The first born has to marry before any others in our family.”
“Yes, this is true. I am sure Fresneah is more pleased than anyone that Lyola will finally be wed,” Tyranis said. Asher heard another one of Tiff’s loud laughs. That acted as a signal to remind Tyranis. “It is getting a little late. I hope to do this more often Bishop,” Tyranis said. “It was good to finally meet you as more than the party of the Champion.”
“And to see you as more than just our Integrator,” Bishop said. They stood shaking hands. In a group they walked to the other room with the ladies. The laughs got louder, which only made Asher worry more about what they were talking about.
The room suddenly quieted as they entered. Asher already knew some of the embarrassing stories his mother had told.
“Ah husband,” Tiff said as they came in. “Your mother was regaling us with tales of the young Hero.”
“Of course she was,” he said. His mother smiled widely. She had a glass of wine in hand. “Let me guess. The neighbor's dog? Mrs. Dale? Or go really embarrassing and talk about my first job?”
“It appears there is much more to hear,” Tiff said. “She mainly talked about silly stories. And your obsession with her friend Anita. How come I haven’t met her?”
“She was at the last Amadeus showing,” he said. “You were in back with Charlotte.”
“Oh right,” Tiffany said with a smile. He watched her eyes zone out as she remembered it. Her smile grew more heated.
“Since it has become late we thought it best to continue another night,” Tyranis said.
“Oh, but we are just starting,” Tiff said, pouring more wine. “Come join us. I’m sure there are embarrassing stories about Lyola.”
Lyola’s face became beet red. “Unfortunately, I have to get back to my city,” she said. “Asher, will you walk me out?”
“Of course,” he said. They walked out of the room together.
They heard Tiff talking as they left. “Now Millfadona, you have to tell me what that name means, because on my planet-“ Asher shut the door.
“That woman has no shame,” he hissed as the door shut. Asher turned to Lyola. “Any interesting conversation?” He held her hand as they walked out.
“Oh this and that. Mainly talking about how we met. When we would have children,” she said shyly.
“Not even married and they’re talking about that?” He noticed her face get redder. “Do you want kids?” This felt very weird to be talking to her about. But he needed to get to know her if they were going to marry.
“Yes,” she said meekly.
“When?” He asked.
“Whenever you want,” she whispered.
That was not the answer Asher was expecting. Then again she was 3,000 years old. These were an ancient people that felt more like royalty. He wondered if marrying and immediately popping out babies was normal for them. “Really?” He asked. “But we aren’t married yet. Would that cause any…issues?”
“No. We are considered married since you passed the Trial. The wedding is more of a formality.” Asher stopped and studied her. She shyly looked away, but he could tell she was telling the truth. He took a step toward her. She looked up at him. He took another, she stepped back.
When Lyola was against the wall he pushed himself against her. His dick pressing into her thigh. Wearing a long emerald green dress she looked almost exactly the same as when he first saw her.
“Do you want me to put a baby in you?” He asked. Her eyes were locked with his.
She exhaled a deep breath. “Yes.” Their mouths collided as they began to kiss. Asher picked her up, her legs spread and wrapped around him. She moaned happily in his mouth.
“I can control when I’m fertile,” he said. “When can elves have babies?”
“It depends on the man,” she said. Kissing him deeply he pulled away a little.
“I uh- don’t know if I’m ready,” he admitted. She deflated. “I want to be in my kids' life. I can’t just fill you up then go off for 5 years.”
“Elves stay pregnant for a year and a half,” she said. “Besides, space travel isn’t impossible. And if we have an alliance we can have a portal to your planet.” She ground herself onto his crotch with each point.
“Why do you want my baby?” He asked. “We barely know each other.”
“Ha, I know you better than any man,” she said. Biting his ear she still ground herself into him. “I was expected to marry men I never met. The Trial was my only way to prolong it,” she admitted. “Then they said you would have to take it. I begged them not to make you,” she confessed, drawing her head back to look at him. “Not only did you go without fear, but you passed.” She kissed his lips. “And you surpassed everyone that came before.” She kissed him again. “We believe in strength. Why wouldn’t I want the strongest?”
Asher was rock hard thanks to her words. He groaned as he frantically looked around. “Fuck it,” he said. He pulled her toward him and took them to the closest door.
“Open,” Lyola said to the palace AI as they almost ran into it. Some kind of closet was revealed. Asher unzipped his pants and shoved himself all the way into her in a smooth motion. She squealed happily as he filled her up. As she convulsed a little from the pain and pleasure he enlarged his penis slightly.
His mind hovered over the ‘on’ button for fertility. “I’m not going to put a baby in you right now,” he hissed. She groaned sadly. A little more deflated. “We will be here for some time. I want to get to know my future wife. Maybe go on a few dates? Let’s talk about it, and see where things go.” She looked him in the eyes and nodded. “But we can at least practice for now.”
She slowly smiled. “Fill me up,” she pleaded.
“With my dick, or seed?”
“Both,” she gasped as his dick enlarged again. Mana coursing around it he let her tight cunt get used to the size and began to piston in and out of her. Her legs shook in his hands. No pheromones this time he wanted to feel her and worry about nothing else. Her whole body shook in a small orgasm.
As she finished cumming Lyola began to push herself into him. “Fill me up husband,” she demanded. His dick grew thicker. She bit her lip. “Please. I need it.”
“Of course Princess,” he said, slamming into her hard. His strong hands tried to pull her further down as he came inside of her. Her eyes rolled back into her head from the feeling of his seed filling her up. His Aheago skill worked overdrive. She had another smaller orgasm. Asher almost liked these smaller ones more since she was able to stay coherent, almost.
They stayed like that for a few seconds. Catching their breath. He moved back as if he was pulling out. She groaned sadly but then he slammed back in. The sad groan turned into one of pleasure.
He slammed all the way in a few times before she said, “we can’t. I have-have to get back to my city.”
“We can be quick,” he said, coating her in Pheromones. She was soon kissing him again. Their tongues moving in one another's mouths. Asher made himself very large. Lyola looked down watching it enter and exit her. He felt her orgasm building.
When he judged she was ready he grew his dick larger and slammed in. Grunting into her large ear she began to shake violently. Her high pitched voice began to moan as she came with him. Her eyes closed shut as her chest heaved trying to catch her breath.
As he finished his own she continued shaking. It took her a full minute to calm down. “Are you sure you didn’t put a baby in me? It felt like it,” Lyola smiled wolfishly. “What do you do to me? For so long I’ve gone without a man. Then I meet you and I leak like I’m in heat.”
“I happen to like you in heat,” he said, kissing her mouth. Slowly he allowed his dick to soften and exit her. She groaned sadly as her legs dropped. When they were on the floor her legs collapsed under her. He barely caught her arms.
“I can’t walk,” she said, amazed. “Carry me?”
“Of course Princess,” he said, pulling her up. He was soon giving her a piggyback ride. She seemed surprised that he actually did it. Her long ear poked into his hair as they got out of the room. “You’ll have to tell me where to go.”
She pointed. Her arms tightened around his neck. Her chest hummed. “Tell me about the city you run,” he said as they got into the elevator. She said the main floor for the destination.
“It was given to me after I recovered from the Trial. They call me Chieftess because before Initialization we had tribes, and the name stuck.”
“Do you like it there?” She nodded in his shoulder. “Would you want to raise our child there?”
She appeared to think. But he saw a happy smile out of the corner of his eye. “For a time,” she said. “But my mothers would want the baby close. It’s been a long time since their children were young.”
“Would you want to come to my planet with me?” He asked.
“If you wanted me to,” she said. “I’ve never been outside of Roktai controlled zones. I always wanted to.”
“What if it wasn’t just to my world?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“What if we traveled the universe? Went into dungeons? Had sex in weird places,” he said.
“We already have sex in weird places,” she whispered. He laughed. They were quiet for a bit. “Would you want me to come with you?”
“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “Seeing all of it is pointless if there isn’t someone there,” he admitted. “During my trial I had no one. It was only me for years. I watched an asteroid destroy a moon on a planet I was on. As I searched frantically for a dungeon portal my eyes were always drawn back to the beautiful scene. And it made me upset to know I was the only one seeing it. I’d give anything to share the sights with those I love.”
“I’d like that,” she said. She hummed again. “But you’ll have to do well in the Trials. And level up a whole bunch.”
“You can count on it,” he said. She directed him to a building close to the palace. “What about Tillie? What is she to you?”
“My closest friend,” she admitted. “She was assigned to me when I was young. There was some strife between the countries, and my father felt I needed a guard.”
“When did you start…you know,” he said.
“Some years ago,” she admitted. “It simply happened one night. Then most every night after. Does that bother you?”
“Not really,” he said. “I mean I’d rather you and I be having sex, but I’m only one person. I’m just curious what her role in this will be.”
“I would like her to stay with me,” she said quietly.
“Then she will stay. Listen, Tiff and I have rules with one another. No other men. No lying. We tell one another before something happens. And she can have women as long as I get to watch and at least have sex with Tiff after. I know it’s not conventional. But it’s worked for us so far.”
“So you can have who you want?” She asked.
“Maybe? I don’t know. Never really happened. I’d rather be with my wives than someone else,” he said. A part of him already counted Joon as his wife. “I know Tiff is attracted to women and likes to fool around. And it works for us. I’m usually there anyway. That orgy of women was a first for us. Did it make you uncomfortable?”
“No,” she admitted. “The idea behind it, yes. But I see the results. Tiffany must really know you. We weren’t engaged then. I was simply happy to be involved.”
“I’d prefer you always were involved,” he said. She squeezed him a little tighter.
“Here it is,” she said. There was a nondescript building next to them. “My own little portal room to my city. Tillie is there now, seeing to an issue with local farmers. They requested the Chieftess, which is their right.” She didn’t make a move to get down.
“When will you be back?”
“Tomorrow, or the day after,” she said. “We can share Comms now that we are engaged.”
“When you come back can we go on a date maybe?” She nodded into his shoulder. “There anyone in that building?” He asked. She quickly understood what he was implying.
“Dungeons are closely monitored,” Tosh explained. They were all back in Asher’s room after the meeting with Tiberion discussing plans. “With some pull from the Roktai I was able to get you locked in for one in 2 weeks.”
“2 weeks?” Asher asked, surprised. “Why so long?”
“You have to remember that the Roktai only run 1 country of this planet. There are 11 others with as much landmass as the Roktai. Because the Roktai and the other countries are so intermarried the guild never bothered to take over the planet. Instead they expanded to new ones, most are not in this solar system. Those other countries have their own dungeon diving teams, and most all of them are blocked off by other interested parties.”
“But if a dungeon is open now, why do we have to wait 2 weeks?” Nadir asked.
“Dungeon Portals are gates to other worlds, you understand this correct?” Tosh asked, not condescendingly, simply stating fact. “These-”
“Wait sorry, before you continue,” Keera interrupted. “What causes these portals?”
“Ah, of course,” Tosh said with a bow. “Honestly, we don’t know exactly. A big part of it is mana fluctuation from the planet’s Leylines. Highly condensed mana that leaks out randomly. Think of it like a mana tornado. When the mana tornado forms it establishes a link. It has never been observed, but people postulate that when 2 of these vortexes form at the same exact time they link together and connect one another’s locations. Others assume the System simply decides, since it decides who can go in and out. There are monsters on all of these planets, but they can’t cross over the Portal until it breaks. Only people with a System may cross. Since no one has been able to prove monsters have Systems, only levels, we assume they do not. Although, evolution has been noticed in monsters before, so they may have a weaker version of a System.”
“Evolution? Like a pokemon?” Keera asked.
Tosh laughed and nodded. “Similar.”
“How does Elantontrin prevent dungeon breaks?” Asher asked, reminded of Joon. When someone didn’t know something, for some reason he thought she knew the answer. Her future memories had been helpful now and then back on Earth. He hoped she was doing well back home.
“Dungeon Breaks happen when the portal has been up too long, so they simply send teams to beat them before they break. There is technology to monitor the planet’s Leylines, and know exactly when and where a dungeon forms. Before you ask, it is believed Dungeon Breaks happen when too much mana has been leaked between the portals. This allows the portal to become stronger, thus allowing monsters through without a System. Again, all speculation.”
There was a long pause. “Back to my original train of thought…When a dungeon forms, the team sent by the country monitors it. They can tell what Tier it is, also the general location. A group is sent in and investigates. The portal could lead to another civilized planet, so you don’t want to cause an interplanetary incident by accidentally killing a local. If it is proven to be uninhabited by sentient life they find it’s exact location with respect to Elantontrin. This can take time to do through the Ether Stream. While that happens Geomancers and other Systems that can find precious metals or resources are brought in to judge the density and value of inhabiting the planet. They begin to dig, then when it is found where exactly the planet is, they decide if they want to colonize it. Colonizing is a very tedious process through the Systemic League. Very bureaucratic. You have to present your case, and prepare arguments from other planets that may be closer than your own. Over the 30,000 years of the Roktai they have colonized only 5 planets. 3 of them are filled with people now, the other 2 have replenishing resources and are kept as sort of a treasury for the Roktai.”
“So we have to wait 2 weeks, because they want to squeeze it for all it’s worth before we kill the locals?” Abby asked.
“Exactly,” Tosh said. “Dungeon Diving is the lifeblood of a planet. Some resources are mined from Elantontrin, but with 30,000 years of advanced civilization it has been able to keep the majority of the world similar to how it was long ago. That is why buildings are so tall here, they would rather build up than out. Elantontrin is more of a tourist attraction than anything.”
“Amazing,” Nadir said. The others looked at him. “I simply never thought along these lines. We really didn’t know about fancy metals and gems. Most dungeons I’ve been in were all about killing monsters and finishing quests for Syscos. We will have to almost give training to dungeon divers to prevent them from closing the portal to a possible gold mine.”
Asher saw his point. They needed to think in the long term when they went back to Earth. In his Trial he remembered a dungeon planet covered in shiny diamonds. He had used more than one of them to kill monsters. Now he was curious how much the planet would have been worth.
“There are still monsters on Elantontrin. Is it a problem to kill them?” Asher asked. “Like could we work on tactics and formations against some low level goblins?”
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Tosh said. “All citizens are sentient, so simply don’t kill anything that you can understand. Your Omniauris skill only works on System Users, so if you don’t know the language, assume they are a bad guy. Also don’t kill a mountain of horned rabbits. A few here and there won’t hurt.” Asher nodded, it was better than nothing.
There was a long pause. “Are we just not going to talk about the elephant in the room or…” Abby asked.
Everyone looked to Asher. He asked, “What?”
“What the hell happened in that trial?” Batman asked.
“Oh,” Asher said. Tiff had done her magic, and he was mostly able to ignore it for now. A part of him felt they should know. “Is it a problem for me to say?” Asher asked Tosh.
“Not as long as everyone here agrees to not take the trial. The trial itself is common knowledge, most people don’t want to talk about it though. All the high nobility of the Roktai have taken the Trial, or they wouldn’t have been allowed to rule.”
“I assume no one wants to take it?” Asher asked. No one spoke up. “It showed me a future, a very dark future. The trial took my memories of me being in a trial. Then I watched everyone here being killed by the elves,” he admitted. “I was given to the Burills. Crash landed on a planet. Then dungeon jumped until I came back to Earth after 10 years.”
“What was Earth like?” Keera asked.
“Utter hell,” Asher admitted. “Without us to represent Earth, it’s people were left by the wayside. Slavers took over and started kidnapping people. Everyone in the guild was dead except Amanda,” he admitted to Batman and Abby.
“Was it real?” Keera asked.
“No,” Asher said firmly. “But it was a possibility. I’ve helped fix that,” Asher said. “I agreed to marry Lyola. I wasn’t sure, but after seeing what could happen to Earth... I simply cannot risk that. It took a year of freeing people in the Trial to admit that the universe is much worse than I imagined, and we need allies.”
“So when you attacked the Guild Master?” His mother asked.
“I had literally just killed him in my Trial,” Asher admitted. “I um, thought it was another trick. I had…been through a lot. A lot that I’m not going to talk about.” Tiff grabbed his hand. Luckily everyone was quiet. Asher held off thinking about it, but feelings rushed back to him.
“Your dick saves the day again,” Batman commented. This made a few people bark a laugh. After a few others chuckled Asher felt better and laughed too.
Wiping his eyes of tears, more from laughter than depression, he looked around the room. “Has anyone seen Atalanta?”
“I didn’t see her come back to her room,” Keera said as Asher dialed Atalanta on his Comm. She didn’t answer.
“Well if you do, let me know. I’m sure she had it just as rough,’ he said.
There was a knock at the door. Amelie, the older elf, soon walked in. She jumped as everyone was staring at her. Asher guessed they all hoped it was Atalanta coming in. Amelie caught herself quickly. Her face went back to the stoic expression0. she plastered on. “The Lofgrens have requested the presence of the Whitmores.”
“May I ask what this is concerning?” Ria asked.
“The joining of your families,” Amelie said.
The Whitmores shared a look, and got up slowly. “You’re not a Whitmore,” Abby said to Tiff.
“Shut up b-” Tiffany stopped as she caught his mother’s eyes. As they walked out Asher noticed Tiff flip Abby off. He held her hand as they walked through the halls.
“Any idea what to expect?” Asher asked.
“How so?” Amelie did not turn around, simply walked forward.
“Like is dowry a thing? What are the customs with marriages?” He asked.
“In the past the man would gift land to the woman’s family. But that hasn’t been done in millenia. No, this should be a more formal introduction between you,” Amelie informed them as they stepped on the elevator platform.
“I swear, I’ll end up having more daughters than the Brady Bunch if you keep this up,” his mother mumbled. Tiff laughed. “You’re okay with this Tiffany?”
“He asked me first,” she said truthfully. “We talked a lot last night. And I agree with him, the whole world probably needs this. Besides, I kind of like Lyola. She's very…easy to please.” Asher knew what she was talking about. There must be something with him and the elf woman. She came harder and faster than most any woman he had before.
Ria pouted. “What happened to my innocent son?” She asked. “Every day he fights and beds some new beauty. What happened to waiting for marriage?” She asked, he shrugged. She tried a different tactic. “Did you know he cried when he got broken up with the first time?”
“Mom!” Asher said angrily.
“Do tell,” Tiff said walking closer, but luckily they arrived. Amelie kept silent as she walked them to the double doors ahead. Inside the room was the Lofgren family. The only one not in attendance was Tiberion. Asher was more than fine not seeing the old elf.
“Thank you for joining us,” Tyranis said from the middle of the room. It was large and opulent. Paintings on the walls, large bay windows that looked out onto the city, a tall table with actual chairs sat in one corner. So far he had really only seen dining rooms, throne rooms, and bedrooms for the elves. This appeared to be some sort of entertainment room for guests. The floor had an ornate carpet, and a large chandelier ornament floated above their heads.
“Thank you for having us,” Bishop, Asher’s father, said. “What can we help you with?”
“We simply wanted to get to know your family a little better,” Millfadona said. “Oftentimes we know much already about those who ask for our daughter’s hand in marriage. This is a first for us.” Asher thought about pointing out he was the one asked, but left it.
“Us too,” Ria said. There was a long awkward silence. Asher studied the elves while no one spoke. Lyola stood next to her mother Millfadona. Millie, he reminded himself. Lyola shyly stared at the ground as she blushed. Next to her were Tyranis’ other wives, Reeleah and Kalfeer. Reeleah was a green skinned Nymph Elf, and Kalfeer was a gray skinned Dark Elf. Their kids Wylin and Fresneah stood next to them. It was not hard to tell who’s child was whose.
“Why don’t we let the men have their talk, and us women have our own?” Millie offered. When there were no objections the ladies moved to a room next to theirs. It wasn’t long before Asher heard loud laughter. He could tell Tiff was enjoying herself already. He would be hard pressed to ever make her embarrassed.
When no one spoke Asher asked, “So what happened with the Guild Troops? The other elves sounded very against the idea.”
Tyranis let out a long sigh. He walked to a cabinet and poured a few drinks. He handed one to everyone, including Wylin. Asher sniffed it, he was a little surprised that it was wine. His father simply sipped at it, and complemented the taste. Since he didn’t object to Asher having some he too took a drink.
“That is a whole other issue. The Roktai is a balancing game,” Tyranis said idly looking into his wine. “Many families have power. Nearly all are my cousins in some form. Most all can trace their lineage back to the founders of the guild. We have an army of course, they watch our border and police around our planets. The Roktai Troops are another matter. Thousands of years ago they were the best of the best in our guild. Now they are simply a badge of honor for the nobles that like the title.”
Wylin seemed to be intrigued by the conversation as he sipped his wine. “I’m sorry, shall we sit?” Tyranis offered leading them to some high back chairs. “This is a sitting room for interplanetary guests. More than once people have complained about the pillows. I had this put together some time ago. We haven’t really used it all that much.”
“Very beautiful craftsmanship,” Bishop noted, feeling the wood of the chair underneath him.
Tyranis nodded at the compliment. “My father,” Tyranis started. “Was once our strongest warrior. Well not strongest, but most ambitious. He too ventured to new sectors. Dungeon Dived to new planets. Challenged televised Delves into ruins and has been from one end of the League to the other. All of this happened before I was born. Then on one long expedition he saw something that changed his view on life. He was only one of a few that returned. And he never spoke of what he saw, but simply followed his own father’s advice for once. He married my mother, and they had me. He never ventured out again.” Tyranis finished his glass. “I asked him about it once. He told me that he met someone that he couldn’t beat. For the first time in his life he was genuinely scared. He was happy to be able to leave with his life. There are many such instances of course, more than a few masters out there. But my father had faced them without worry. He lost sometimes, but he always bounced back, except for that one fight.”
The room was quiet. “Since Wylin has yet to take the Trial we cannot speak in specifics. But someday I would like to know how you scared him enough to get over his own fear of what's out there,” Tyranis finished.
“Not sure what I said,” Asher admitted. “But anything for my future father-in-law.”
Tyranis smiled and nodded. “Tell me Bishop, what did you do on your planet prior to Initialization?”
“I was a preacher,” his dad said. The words must not have translated because the elves stared at him confused. “I led people in worship of our God.”
“Ah a priest,” Tyranis said. Then they spoke religion for a time. Bishop told him about God. Then Tyranis spoke about the goddess they worship, Tylia. Apparently it meant High One in their language. Tyranis’ name meant High man, which was a little funny in Asher’s book. He was mostly upset it wasn’t short for Tyrannosaurus.
“Have you ever thought of having more than one wife?” Tyranis asked.
“Oh no,” Bishop said. “Ria is all I can handle. I must say, I was a little surprised a man would want 3.”
“It can be a hassle, but we work together. With my people they are mostly political, but I have grown to love them all,” he said. “Thus it brings me to my next question. Asher, what are your intentions with my daughter?”
“How so?”
“In the guild, what my father says, goes. But as a father, I would like to know. What do you see my daughter as? A prize? A figurehead? Someone to stay out of sight so you can reap the benefits of an alliance?”
“Oh no,” Asher admitted, understanding the concern. “If we marry in 5 years, I would hope to keep her with me. My planet doesn’t have much in comparison to the Roktai, but we have a start. I feel confident by the time we have joined the League my planet will be unified and she can come to live with us. Or honestly, whatever she wants to do. I have no plan to stop leveling, and I want to see more of the universe. But she and my other wives will always be my focus when I’m not.”
“It is a hard life out in other sectors,” Tyranis said. His eyes were firm and locked with Asher’s. He appeared to be studying Asher, as if he could tell a lie. “Many marriages fail because adventurers are gone too long.”
“Which is why I would prefer they come with me, but I cannot say what the future will bring. Or what is expected of a Hero System. I simply know that I enjoy all of this. Seeing new places, fighting new monsters. Looking for the next challenge,” Asher said.
For years he spent trapped in the hell of the Trial, and only now could he admit that it wasn’t all bad. Once he had stayed up for 10 days straight fighting a boss monster. The fight ebbed and flowed on who was winning. In the end he came out victorious, and slept for 24 hours straight. When he awoke the relaxed feeling flowed over him as he had again beaten the odds. He rode that high until he found another. Eventually they became easy, soon he jumped planets to find more challenges. Asher had become addicted. The only thing that could have made it better was to have his wives there.
“I hope you can figure out what works for you,” Tyranis said. “To be honest, I didn’t think I would ever have this conversation again.” He laughed loudly. “For Lyola’s first engagement it was to a son of the Guild Master of another country on Elantontrin. He and I had this conversation. My daughter and him met a few times. Then out of nowhere she demanded he take the Trial. Though it’s not unheard of, its not required. The boy agreed, as did his father. When he did not come out it caused a lot of tension between our families. Then it was onto the next engagement. Eventually I stopped trying to find someone she would like, and just prayed someone would pass.” He smiled at Asher, and for the first time he looked like an actual father. “I am happy it will be with someone she likes.”
“Me too,” Asher said. They were quiet for a little bit. Asher refilled glasses. “Wylin, have you already become engaged?”
Wylin’s cheeks darkened. “No,” he admitted. “The first born has to marry before any others in our family.”
“Yes, this is true. I am sure Fresneah is more pleased than anyone that Lyola will finally be wed,” Tyranis said. Asher heard another one of Tiff’s loud laughs. That acted as a signal to remind Tyranis. “It is getting a little late. I hope to do this more often Bishop,” Tyranis said. “It was good to finally meet you as more than the party of the Champion.”
“And to see you as more than just our Integrator,” Bishop said. They stood shaking hands. In a group they walked to the other room with the ladies. The laughs got louder, which only made Asher worry more about what they were talking about.
The room suddenly quieted as they entered. Asher already knew some of the embarrassing stories his mother had told.
“Ah husband,” Tiff said as they came in. “Your mother was regaling us with tales of the young Hero.”
“Of course she was,” he said. His mother smiled widely. She had a glass of wine in hand. “Let me guess. The neighbor's dog? Mrs. Dale? Or go really embarrassing and talk about my first job?”
“It appears there is much more to hear,” Tiff said. “She mainly talked about silly stories. And your obsession with her friend Anita. How come I haven’t met her?”
“She was at the last Amadeus showing,” he said. “You were in back with Charlotte.”
“Oh right,” Tiffany said with a smile. He watched her eyes zone out as she remembered it. Her smile grew more heated.
“Since it has become late we thought it best to continue another night,” Tyranis said.
“Oh, but we are just starting,” Tiff said, pouring more wine. “Come join us. I’m sure there are embarrassing stories about Lyola.”
Lyola’s face became beet red. “Unfortunately, I have to get back to my city,” she said. “Asher, will you walk me out?”
“Of course,” he said. They walked out of the room together.
They heard Tiff talking as they left. “Now Millfadona, you have to tell me what that name means, because on my planet-“ Asher shut the door.
“That woman has no shame,” he hissed as the door shut. Asher turned to Lyola. “Any interesting conversation?” He held her hand as they walked out.
“Oh this and that. Mainly talking about how we met. When we would have children,” she said shyly.
“Not even married and they’re talking about that?” He noticed her face get redder. “Do you want kids?” This felt very weird to be talking to her about. But he needed to get to know her if they were going to marry.
“Yes,” she said meekly.
“When?” He asked.
“Whenever you want,” she whispered.
That was not the answer Asher was expecting. Then again she was 3,000 years old. These were an ancient people that felt more like royalty. He wondered if marrying and immediately popping out babies was normal for them. “Really?” He asked. “But we aren’t married yet. Would that cause any…issues?”
“No. We are considered married since you passed the Trial. The wedding is more of a formality.” Asher stopped and studied her. She shyly looked away, but he could tell she was telling the truth. He took a step toward her. She looked up at him. He took another, she stepped back.
When Lyola was against the wall he pushed himself against her. His dick pressing into her thigh. Wearing a long emerald green dress she looked almost exactly the same as when he first saw her.
“Do you want me to put a baby in you?” He asked. Her eyes were locked with his.
She exhaled a deep breath. “Yes.” Their mouths collided as they began to kiss. Asher picked her up, her legs spread and wrapped around him. She moaned happily in his mouth.
“I can control when I’m fertile,” he said. “When can elves have babies?”
“It depends on the man,” she said. Kissing him deeply he pulled away a little.
“I uh- don’t know if I’m ready,” he admitted. She deflated. “I want to be in my kids' life. I can’t just fill you up then go off for 5 years.”
“Elves stay pregnant for a year and a half,” she said. “Besides, space travel isn’t impossible. And if we have an alliance we can have a portal to your planet.” She ground herself onto his crotch with each point.
“Why do you want my baby?” He asked. “We barely know each other.”
“Ha, I know you better than any man,” she said. Biting his ear she still ground herself into him. “I was expected to marry men I never met. The Trial was my only way to prolong it,” she admitted. “Then they said you would have to take it. I begged them not to make you,” she confessed, drawing her head back to look at him. “Not only did you go without fear, but you passed.” She kissed his lips. “And you surpassed everyone that came before.” She kissed him again. “We believe in strength. Why wouldn’t I want the strongest?”
Asher was rock hard thanks to her words. He groaned as he frantically looked around. “Fuck it,” he said. He pulled her toward him and took them to the closest door.
“Open,” Lyola said to the palace AI as they almost ran into it. Some kind of closet was revealed. Asher unzipped his pants and shoved himself all the way into her in a smooth motion. She squealed happily as he filled her up. As she convulsed a little from the pain and pleasure he enlarged his penis slightly.
His mind hovered over the ‘on’ button for fertility. “I’m not going to put a baby in you right now,” he hissed. She groaned sadly. A little more deflated. “We will be here for some time. I want to get to know my future wife. Maybe go on a few dates? Let’s talk about it, and see where things go.” She looked him in the eyes and nodded. “But we can at least practice for now.”
She slowly smiled. “Fill me up,” she pleaded.
“With my dick, or seed?”
“Both,” she gasped as his dick enlarged again. Mana coursing around it he let her tight cunt get used to the size and began to piston in and out of her. Her legs shook in his hands. No pheromones this time he wanted to feel her and worry about nothing else. Her whole body shook in a small orgasm.
As she finished cumming Lyola began to push herself into him. “Fill me up husband,” she demanded. His dick grew thicker. She bit her lip. “Please. I need it.”
“Of course Princess,” he said, slamming into her hard. His strong hands tried to pull her further down as he came inside of her. Her eyes rolled back into her head from the feeling of his seed filling her up. His Aheago skill worked overdrive. She had another smaller orgasm. Asher almost liked these smaller ones more since she was able to stay coherent, almost.
They stayed like that for a few seconds. Catching their breath. He moved back as if he was pulling out. She groaned sadly but then he slammed back in. The sad groan turned into one of pleasure.
He slammed all the way in a few times before she said, “we can’t. I have-have to get back to my city.”
“We can be quick,” he said, coating her in Pheromones. She was soon kissing him again. Their tongues moving in one another's mouths. Asher made himself very large. Lyola looked down watching it enter and exit her. He felt her orgasm building.
When he judged she was ready he grew his dick larger and slammed in. Grunting into her large ear she began to shake violently. Her high pitched voice began to moan as she came with him. Her eyes closed shut as her chest heaved trying to catch her breath.
As he finished his own she continued shaking. It took her a full minute to calm down. “Are you sure you didn’t put a baby in me? It felt like it,” Lyola smiled wolfishly. “What do you do to me? For so long I’ve gone without a man. Then I meet you and I leak like I’m in heat.”
“I happen to like you in heat,” he said, kissing her mouth. Slowly he allowed his dick to soften and exit her. She groaned sadly as her legs dropped. When they were on the floor her legs collapsed under her. He barely caught her arms.
“I can’t walk,” she said, amazed. “Carry me?”
“Of course Princess,” he said, pulling her up. He was soon giving her a piggyback ride. She seemed surprised that he actually did it. Her long ear poked into his hair as they got out of the room. “You’ll have to tell me where to go.”
She pointed. Her arms tightened around his neck. Her chest hummed. “Tell me about the city you run,” he said as they got into the elevator. She said the main floor for the destination.
“It was given to me after I recovered from the Trial. They call me Chieftess because before Initialization we had tribes, and the name stuck.”
“Do you like it there?” She nodded in his shoulder. “Would you want to raise our child there?”
She appeared to think. But he saw a happy smile out of the corner of his eye. “For a time,” she said. “But my mothers would want the baby close. It’s been a long time since their children were young.”
“Would you want to come to my planet with me?” He asked.
“If you wanted me to,” she said. “I’ve never been outside of Roktai controlled zones. I always wanted to.”
“What if it wasn’t just to my world?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“What if we traveled the universe? Went into dungeons? Had sex in weird places,” he said.
“We already have sex in weird places,” she whispered. He laughed. They were quiet for a bit. “Would you want me to come with you?”
“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “Seeing all of it is pointless if there isn’t someone there,” he admitted. “During my trial I had no one. It was only me for years. I watched an asteroid destroy a moon on a planet I was on. As I searched frantically for a dungeon portal my eyes were always drawn back to the beautiful scene. And it made me upset to know I was the only one seeing it. I’d give anything to share the sights with those I love.”
“I’d like that,” she said. She hummed again. “But you’ll have to do well in the Trials. And level up a whole bunch.”
“You can count on it,” he said. She directed him to a building close to the palace. “What about Tillie? What is she to you?”
“My closest friend,” she admitted. “She was assigned to me when I was young. There was some strife between the countries, and my father felt I needed a guard.”
“When did you start…you know,” he said.
“Some years ago,” she admitted. “It simply happened one night. Then most every night after. Does that bother you?”
“Not really,” he said. “I mean I’d rather you and I be having sex, but I’m only one person. I’m just curious what her role in this will be.”
“I would like her to stay with me,” she said quietly.
“Then she will stay. Listen, Tiff and I have rules with one another. No other men. No lying. We tell one another before something happens. And she can have women as long as I get to watch and at least have sex with Tiff after. I know it’s not conventional. But it’s worked for us so far.”
“So you can have who you want?” She asked.
“Maybe? I don’t know. Never really happened. I’d rather be with my wives than someone else,” he said. A part of him already counted Joon as his wife. “I know Tiff is attracted to women and likes to fool around. And it works for us. I’m usually there anyway. That orgy of women was a first for us. Did it make you uncomfortable?”
“No,” she admitted. “The idea behind it, yes. But I see the results. Tiffany must really know you. We weren’t engaged then. I was simply happy to be involved.”
“I’d prefer you always were involved,” he said. She squeezed him a little tighter.
“Here it is,” she said. There was a nondescript building next to them. “My own little portal room to my city. Tillie is there now, seeing to an issue with local farmers. They requested the Chieftess, which is their right.” She didn’t make a move to get down.
“When will you be back?”
“Tomorrow, or the day after,” she said. “We can share Comms now that we are engaged.”
“When you come back can we go on a date maybe?” She nodded into his shoulder. “There anyone in that building?” He asked. She quickly understood what he was implying.
