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Tales of Syn:

Act 2

Ayria, 1968

Frederic Philos watched the workers digging in a large pit from his trailer. Not wanting to endure the heat and dust; the ventilation system was pushing filtered air over his large body as he lounged in a polo shirt and shorts at a desk chair facing a large window that overlooked the pit.

His work was important for two reasons: he was being paid handsomely by an anonymous donor, and he was currently being serviced by a lovely young lady beneath his desk. While her hands were lovely anywhere on his body, his feet in particular needed tending to and her gentle strokes, squeezes and massaging of the large man's lower parts, began to cause another part of his anatomy to harden much like the callouses the girl was tending to.

But work came first, then pleasure as her lovely reptilian eyes gazed up into his. Her unusual golden orange right eye a thing of beauty to him and very hypnotic in how it captured his gaze always. He stilled her with a wave of his hand, she stood, red hair spilling over her bare shoulders, her white top and shorts were pulled tightly against her curvaceous barefooted form. It was tempting, but he had to focus on the pit and the dig; then he could indulge himself later with the local seductress whose services he charged to the company accounts.

The door to his trailer opened, a woman with startling white hair wearing a simple robe entered trailed by armed guards. Their weapons appeared to be holstered, but the large brown haired man knew mages when he saw them; especially if they were accompanying her.

"You could have sent a..." Frederic felt the force of her words before her voice even reached his ears. It was painful, freakishy painful, to be able to do nothing as a whisper sent him to his knees before her after walking around his desk.

The woman grunted disapprovingly as she glared at the supposed local whore who looked at her directly. "You were not supposed to indulge him so often, he was sent here as punishment. And you assigned to watch him, not get intimate with him as much as you did."

"I am sorry, but I...have needs as well." the girl said while averting her gaze finally.

"Leave us." the words were said loudly, clearly, and with focus all trained upon the girl in white.

She obeyed before her thoughts could translate to moving her body out of the trailer. She marched past the bodyguards, her hair trailing behind her in her wake as they shut the door after her passing.

"The desert air has done nothing to soothe your lusts." the woman said. "Power, sex, riches, influence...the foundation I have you run has done much to pull wealth out of the sands. But," the woman turned her gaze upon the window and the view of the pit. "you are taking too long."

The man found his voice finally, "I hired locals, trained them, even got a few guild affiliated mages from local towns involved." he said while keeping his eyes to the floor of his trailer. Sand was persistent, but he had the girl sweep when she was not keeping him otherwise occupied.

The woman turned her voice upon the man and ordered him to stand and follow. He did so without question, without thought, his feet leading him out of the door held open by the two bodyguards wearing jackal styled hoods and gazes hidden by said dark hoods.

The sunlight was bright that hit his face, but Frederic's eyes did not react; his gaze was that of a man drugged, his pupils remained large for long moments after he stepped outside and followed the woman to an electric transport.

"Sit." she commanded and Frederic did so, sitting in a seat facing away from the front of the craft. She was then helped up into the open roofed four-wheeled craft by one of her bodyguards that quickly took up a spot in the driver's seat while the other sat in the back, facing away from the front and drawing their weapon: a bull-pup style automatic weapon with a magazine streaked with blue inserted into it.

The few workers nearby driving loads of dirt out of the pit watched, fascinated, by the woman that commanded their boss. Most were literate, learning simple illumination spells was a must for work in the many mines that dotted the nation. But the few that did not learn how to read, were capable of manual labor, which the project called for in spades.

The transport rumbled down the smoothly carved road that hugged the walls of the pit in a series of descending slopes. Each slope had a hole dug into it large enough for equipment and men to enter, the pit was created adjacent to the true work area: a city, an underground city, lost to time and buried under the earth and sand.

The woman turned, gazing upon the workers, her eyes falling upon a man struggling with a load of buckets filled with dirt he was dumping into a back hoe that then transferred it to a dumptruck. She whispered, her words directed at the man and suddenly his back straightened, his posture improving as energy flowed into him.

Frederic had regained control of his senses and marveled at the power of the voice; he had heard much about it, seen it in action many times since his employment under the woman that sat in the front. Who she was, how wealthy she was, why she had spared him the fate that had befallen his other mafia brethren when the mages guild they were squeezing protection money out of decided to hire another guild well versed in assassination to take care of the problem they were having.

"I saved you because of who your father was;" the woman's gaze burned into Frederic's own as she turned her head towards him, smiling. "that is the only reason you breathe and have legitimate work now."

"Who my father was? I never knew him." Frederic spat, a nudge in his gut by the bodyguard next to him told him his tone was disrespectful; the gun barrel doing the nudging made him calm his thoughts, pick his words and adjust his tone before speaking again. "I am sorry, it was rough growing up."

"In Italy or in the Americas where you migrated as a child with your brother and sisters? Your mother died giving birth to the youngest of six, all sired by a man whom you never met because your mommy met him in secret. Harboring a love for a man that loved her, but wanted to keep her safe as well as his children safe from a family. His family."

"Are you-"

The woman continued, speaking over Frederic while looking away from him once more, "That man...belonged to a family, a family he hoped to keep away from his offspring. Did you know your father pretended to be completely and utterly homosexual; gay, to keep us from ever suspecting his vacations with his husband were anything but fun trips shopping or other things my spies reported?

"He was so good at hiding you, I only learned of your existence due to his recent death a year ago."

The woman laughed as the transport rounded another corner, even her laugh was startlingly powerful; filling the world with her pain as she brought herself under control again and sighed. Frederic asked his question again, uninterrupted.

"Are you my grandmother?"

"Yes, yes I am, and you are one of the many children I have taken under my wing and trained to understand how the world really works."

The transport stopped and the woman was assisted out of the front cab and she stood barefooted gazing at a large gaping hole. Men with electric torches approached, they knelt respectfully, recognizing the woman, and leading the way to a newly uncovered chamber within the city.

"This project is to reclaim and understand history lost to time; proof of what I have done, and will do again now that I have the proper individuals in play."

Frederic shook his head to clear it, "Why save me? I hurt people, stole, and mostly did a lot of hard labor between jobs;" Frederic shook his head, he felt a little off balance as they entered a hallway uncovered by the workers days ago.

"Frederic, child, I adore you; your father wished for you to live without the influence of money and the world twisted you into a bully and a murderer."

Frederic never felt shame, he felt guilt, but never shame until that moment as the beautiful woman that bore his father spoke as she was led by the workers he had hired. He had done it, a few times, but the money kept him and his siblings fed after immigrating. And when he got strong enough, old enough, he took power for himself and his closest allies.

He had organized a gang, and they used intimidation and beatings to get what they wanted out of people. Maybe he had grown soft, but he stopped all the unneeded murder once he was in charge; the guilt ate at him, but he never let it keep him down.

"My bloody hands put food in bellies." Frederic said in response.

"I am not judging you for that, killing is a way of life for some; I spent a hundred years as a mercenary when this very kingdom we walk the halls of fell. I had to hide my power, bury it much like this city was buried. But as I pretended to be weak, I came to know the joys of being a mother. Did you know I usually handed off my newborns to a nursemaid and told them to take care of them until they could speak, read, and write and hunt.

"I was so busy ruling the known world with others I never thought the kids would resent me. They had their fathers, and their siblings...siblings that taught them it was okay to hate mommy." the woman sighed as they entered a room decorated with ornate drawings where a generator was powering a series of lights that showed a mural.

The mural depicted a dragon with four wings being stabbed by spears wielded by seven shadow-like figures with golden eyes. It was then that Frederic noticed the woman's eyes had taken upon a golden hue and held slit pupils as well.

"In the final days of the Cere'Qul Empire, the first one anyway, the gods that ruled alongside him fell to their children in battle. A battle we lost on purpose if only to spare our sons and daughters our wrath. I faked my death by enchanting the weapons they stabbed me with.

"They robbed me of my dragon form, sealing away my powers; for your see I thought to give them ideas about how best to harm me once I learned that my eldest daughter was plotting to see me dead. So I created weapons and went about letting things take their course."

"But...the voice, why not use it?" Frederic was stunned by the glare he got.

"Usage was forbidden by Lord Cere'Qul, my firstborn was his, and he wished to let the children inherit things, even if it meant ruin, they could have it. I could have turned her human forces against her with a whisper, but I held back as her father wished it.

"She is long dead now, felled by her own grandson in combat." the woman studied the mural. "Why are you here is the question you should ask."

"Why am I here?"

"To give light and life to a world sealed away by time, I mentioned proof right? The wold needs it to see just whom they will be dealing with in the coming decades; one of my sons will prove to be a handful, some blind which said so some centuries back and I know blind witches usually see things far beyond even a god's reckoning.

"So I needed some of my power back, beautiful human woman is cute, but I wish to be able to change, to transform my being at will. You will dig up the weapons, the first of which is here," the woman looked at the mural and it faded away to reveal a chamber beyond it.

Clutched in the hands of a long dead and mummified warrior was a red tipped spear. The red-haired woman grasped it by its shaft and tore it free from long cold dead hands. She felt it release her contained essence while it crumbled to dust.

"Obey and live in service to me, to our family. Now you can go back and indulge yourself, the woman I supplied you with should be expecting you soon. I would dare not harm you," the woman caressed Frederic's sweaty cheek. "you are family."

"You killed him." Frederic said suddenly.

"Your father? Well I might have poisoned his husbands drink and he drank it instead. Not all of my offspring manifest powers with which to use to heal with so he simply died. His lover soon faded as well, two gunshot wounds to the head will do that. The coroner ruled it a suicide."

Frederic swallowed, he was kin to an insane goddess. Life was never going to be the same for him again after such revelations. Not normally a praying man, he silently began to do so. It was then she fixed him with her gaze again.

"I am right here," she smiled. "all prayer should be addressed directly to me when I am present dear child. And do not forget it, or else you may find two bullets in your head, from behind, with the coroner reporting it a suicide."

Present Day

Northern Arica: Southern Territories

A middle aged woman hovered near her mobile podium. She was waiting for guests so she could park their cars for them, a service the hotel offered as part of its general services for guests along with food and drink; but alcohol was extra, with a couple of exclusive clubs as well as bars dotting the large entertainment resort area.

A vixen driving a car with a passenger pulled up and left the engine running. She spoke with her passenger, the youngman leaned over and appeared to nip her on her neck which caused the vixen to visibly shake from laughter.

Young lust. The woman though to herself as she patted her uniform down before approaching the car.

Annabel Elk trotted on her hooves over to the car that had pulled into the front of the hotel; though a compact, and a rental, the occupants gave off the air of big tippers as well as important guests. She quickly opened the passenger door for the young human appearing man that sat within that had previously given his driver a little nip as a likely show of affection.

The man studied her for a moment as he rose to his full height, admiring her uniform and her figure contained within; before moving towards the lobby proper after grabbing his own bags. The driver exited, and Annabel stepped around to take the offered keys. She gave the woman a slip with the hotel's logo as well as her claim number on it.

Seating herself within, the woman peered through the passenger window as the vixen joined the young man and looped her arm within his. He looked at the fox and smiled before guiding the pair through the automatic doors and onto the carpeting of the lobby proper.

For some reason, Annabel did not mind that she had not gotten a tip, she was fairly certain she would run into the couple again.

As they entered the lobby, Syn was taken aback by the greeter that enthusiastically offered to carry his bags. The dragon shooed him away politely, he told him to stop it, when normally he likely would have just glared at him; subjecting him to a bit of intimidation to get the point across he was fine.

Syn was used to servants, he was also used to regularly getting his way. But Lexi Foxwhisper, the lovely vixen on his arm, had gotten it into his head to get his game face on for business dealings.

Syn had been told by his mother that he had to prove his worth aside from producing clan heirs; certainly he had an excuse in his libido inherited from his father who served as a consort before marriage to his mother proper.

She even called him her 'Sexy Breeding Stud turned Husband' if Syn quoted his mother; he had numerous siblings, fathered by his father with his mother and his father with others.

So there was a precedent for Syn's rather rapacious appetite for sexual intercourse. But ultimately, with so many siblings, Syn knew he was not going to be heir to his mother's throne unless he improved his attitudes about a lot of things.

But, Syn did not feel that important to end up managing the clan at large. And considering what he was at the casino/conference center/resort to do: cement a deal and show he was not just a fucking machine. That he could control his inherited lusts; a lust for valuables, and a lust for sex.

It was a curse and a blessing at times to be able to do what he could; though sometimes he felt that having great magical abilities, wealth, and family were more of a curse, being able to depend on people you could trust not to get too mad about you inflating the maid with your over-productive sexual organs was a pretty good trade-off for the times that responsibilities from being associated with said family got in the way.

"Syn, we have a room!" Lexi said, returning to her boss' side and waving a keycard.

Syn had not even taken notice of her parting ways with him even if it was briefly. "I was lost in my thoughts and you wander away from me; you're a clever one, I better keep my eye on you." Syn patted Lexi's ample covered butt and she giggled while grasping his arm again.

"You are so much nicer right now, I wonder why." Lexi giggled while Syn led them to an elevator lobby. Glass tubes covered with ornate designs held the lifts that they would board.

"I had a moment to unload some stress after the long train ride." Syn offered as an explanation for his good mood with a grin.

Lexi pulled Syn past a group of passengers onto the elevator towards its rear. Syn dragged along his baggage as the magic woman dragged him along with her. "Master Suite?" Syn asked, hoping it was a large enough space for his normal activities.

To him, sex was to be as regular as meals if he was to keep his temper down. But recent revelations about the nature of his power, The Voice, and his lack of knowledge about it and the true meaning of having it made him wonder if his parents were sending him on this trip to gain practice using it or not using it.

He could be clever, seduction was his main means of getting into the ass of a nice curvaceous individual. He did not even need to use his intimidation abilities to nail an entire family during said train ride to the resort.

Lexi was a nice bonus after he left the terminal after nailing a clerk who took a long 'coffee break'. She was his kind of coffee too, dark, with a hint of spice and sweet sugar.

Sex.

Syn was dragged back to the present by Lexi passing the back of a paw over his groin. "Stop that." he hissed at her.

Lexi repeated the action, "Just priming the pump," Lexi smirked while rubbing her fingertips over his pants bulge. "going to give you motivation to leave me alone for a bit."

"Leave you alone?" Syn was confused. "I thought you offered to assist me if I put on a show for you?"

"I need to dump some of the mana I got from your show back on the train; I did sorta kinda agree to be your assistant due to the huge amount of energy you put out that I sensed. Especially when you are," Lexi leaned up to whisper into Syn's ear, "fucking the life out of someone."

"Nothing is for free, actions cost, even benevolence has a price my son." Syn recalled the words of his mother silently as Lexi pulled him off of the elevator. "So I am a 'meal' to you?"

"Everything eats something,"

"How about you eat my-"

Lexi cut Syn off with a kiss as they rounded a corner. The hallway was fancy as resort hotels went, carpeted, with paintings spaced out every so often that were free of dust. Some were portraits, others abstract works, Syn noticed a few were prints of works one of his cousin had painted.

Syn once again was reminded of his position in the family as an unknown. But then again, he had to make up for letting his anger get the better of him back home. This deal had to go through, and he had to show he had a mind for bussiness.

Mostly to prove he had listened to his mother's lectures about how to close a deal. The pressure was on, but he had to deal with the issue Lexi had created.

"This is our room!" Lexi swiped the keycard and let Syn in before she followed him in and shut the door before sliding a bolt shut to secure it.

Syn looked around the large space and then at Lexi who handed him back his creditcard. "When did you get that?"

"When I was riding you like a pony." Lexi also produced Syn's entire wallet which he snatched from her with a growl. "Don't growl at me," Lexi pressed her body into Syn's. "I am just a clever girl who wants you bad...after I share what I got earlier. So have fun exploring the resort, but remember: your appointment according to your trip plans," Lexi pushed Syn away to hold up his phone which she had also cracked the password on if she was looking through it like it was her own. "you have to meet with Bylo Spectra and his assistant, Wilma Aatowesez; Aatowesez..." Lexi repeated the assistant's last name as she looked through Syn's device while he just glared at her with a raised eyebrow. "Oh hush," she said with a glance at him, as if reading his thoughts. "I am not doing anything that an assistant would not do anyway!" She tossed him his device and walked towards the couch. She pretended to stumble and ended up laying over the side of it with her ass raised in the air. "Oh no, I just so happened to find myself in a compromising position! Will someone save or ravage this pure and demure vixen? Oh woe is me if virginity is taken."

Syn released a deeply held breath and walked towards the master bedroom. "So the appointment is tomorrow morning over breakfast. I remember the trip itinerary a bit,"

Lexi looked over her shoulder, waving her tail high, hiked up her dress and showed her bare pussy to the half-dragon. "I said,"

"No." Syn said before shutting the door to what would be his prime hunting ground.

Lexi turned over and sat on the side of the couch in shock. "What the hell happened when I got the keycard to this room? You switch places with your libido lacking twin or something? The fuck is going on about you not-wanting-to-fuck-me!"

Syn opened the door, his shirt was off and his pants were unbuttoned. "I am trying to get changed, I want to gamble a bit, and I can find someone else to be with. I don't want to over feed you." Syn shut the door before Lexi could react.

The shapeshifter walked over to his large bed and sat upon it. He counted to four before Lexi appeared in a puff of smoke wearing what could only be described as a rape face.

"I will not apologize for teasing you,"

"Uh huh." Syn said, managing to maintain control to see their flirtatious game through till the end. "But you will be riding me like a pony?" Syn rolled his eyes, appearing uninterested but interested very much in plugging that sweet vixen pussy with his cock.

Lexi walked over to the controls for the blinds and opened them, the view offered showed off surrounding towns as well as a harbor area with ships coming in towed by tugboat. She looked down at the large pool and smiled to herself.

"I am sorry for the mixed signals, but I can squeeze in a bit more of your...essence before I return home. I would invite you, but you need to go out, meet some people, maybe bang a lusty pre-teen or two down by the pool, hint, hint."

Syn was behind Lexi before she knew it. "Wha-" she tried to say as he pressed her fuzzy face against the glass and prodded her entrance from behind with his cock.

"Give them a show, pop open your top while I fuck you." Syn sank his cock into her warm pussy and groaned as he bottomed out. He had not bothered to adjust his size with his powers, going all in with his fat inches stretching Lexi's pussy out enough to make her look like she was passing a kit with each stroke of his fat cockhead within her depths.

Lexi pulled down her top, her breasts swinging free as she braced herself against the glass. Her breath fogged it up as her body was rocked back and forth; the half-dragon behind her plunging his dick into her lustily like she wanted.

"Fuck me!" Lexi panted. "Fuck me like I want your kits!"

Syn was not impartial to her pregnancy fetish talk and indulged her, "Going to give you dragon-vixens! Going to pump you full of cum till you squeeze out sluts every time you think about riding my fat dick!" Syn punctuated his words with a glass shaking thrust.

Below guests were unaware of the hard dicking a guest was on the receiving end of as Lexi gasped and cooed as her stretched pussy clamped down on Syn's cock hard. Her cunt tightened around Syn's rapidly thrusting rod, his veins pulsing in time with his heart as he grunted and gripped her sides harder.

His hand flew up and came down hard upon one of her furry ass-cheeks causing it to wobble slightly. Lexi's pussy tightened hard enough to give Syn pause, "You like being spanked?"

Lexi's groaned reply was all Syn needed to continue to combine swats of her ass inbetween thrusts of his cock. Soon enough a slight pool of their mixed fluids was soaking the carpet

**`**

While screwing Lexi had been fun, Syn had lost a bit of time during the whole process of getting her 'sorted out' and finally had made it down to the gaming floor. He wore a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, sporting a gold tone watch, polished shoes, and dark blue slacks. He slipped a pair of sunglasses on his face, mostly to hide his eyes, liking to surprise potential lovers with his unusual gaze when flirting after slipping them down a bit to reveal them.

He also wanted to give the impression of bored playboy, and so far it was working out; the looks he got, casual, intimate, and hungry. Gave him ideas about how to go about his evening.

The sun was starting to set, the orange glow casting long shadows as the moon slid into place to take its turn above; the tingling Syn felt in his heart was one born of excitement. He was certain that the rules of the game were the same as any place else, the game being one of seduction.

So far, he had numerous sexual encounters that day; nothing approaching his record thanks to that one orgy he attended in disguise, but he was hoping to have a bit of fun with something a bit cuter and sweeter.

Not that Lexi was not sweet, but the feelings within him were not easily swayed by lovely magical vixen ass; tempered yes, but completely swayed off course of wanton desire, not yet and maybe never.

It was then that Syn walked over to a cordoned off entryway with guards in suits stationed nearby. He pulled out identification and offered it to a guard. He did this since a sign stated that individuals of a mature status could enter only. And since numerous regions had different laws regarding what that meant, Syn had been issued a card with his identifying information on it that stated he was of a mature and consenting status.

Slipping into the aptly named, "Mature Audiences Section" of the massive casino floor; Syn saw women walking around with name-tags clipped to very provacative lingerie; well mostly women, there were quite a few effeminate men of all races walking around the very large section of the gambling level.

Syn walked around a bit, taking in the sights and wondering what he should do first: there were the same types of games out on the main floor, but in this area, live performances of sexual acts were taking place on numerous stages spaced about.

It was then that Syn noted the wolf father he had spotted earlier trying hard not to look at him from the corner of his eye wandering in. Syn made it a point to loiter near a bar counter, he was capable of ordering a drink, he just did not drink much, not much point to it since his body metabolized the stuff pretty quickly.

He kept his eyes on the wolf and made certain they made eye contact, something the wolf appeared to take as a challenge as he tugged on his shirt collar.

Something in the back of his mind told Syn that the wolf was signalling someone with the move. Maybe alerting them to the fact that he had been spotted trailing Syn. Syn suspected deep down inside that his mother trailed him and his siblings with secret observation teams when remoting viewing methods were not available.

Such a fancy gambling and resort location had magical anti-cheat wards as well as numerous security cameras to aid in keeping the house profitable and everyone having fun. Much like the cat man next to him at the bar being serviced by a bunny on her knees. The stranger leaned against the bar, eyes dreamily gazing down at the assumed woman, she had lovely breasts exposed, bobbing her head up and down his cock while making eye contact with him.

Syn was not that down (surprising him) to fuck someone in public right there considering all the cameras, hell that would make things even better as far as his ego went; no, he wanted more intimate fun with his shaft buried deep in a hole and his balls throbbing hard at the end of a hard fuck as he spurted his seed in copious amounts inside of his partner.

But what to do about distracting himself? Syn looked around, drinking in his environment as he ordered a drink anyway. It was served in a crystal glass, the ice was spherical with the logo of the resort imprinted upon it.

As he sipped the fruity drink, some vodka concoction, Syn spied a table where there were men and women with individuals standing or crouching on knees next to them as they played a card game.

Said individuals wore leather loincloths, collars, and various other accessories that accentuated their various features. The few girls among them had their hair littered with spectacular looking gemstones.

Slaves.

The market was as old as recorded history, various nations vying for moral superiority over others by banning it in modern times or highly legislating it; confining it to only certain regions where you could purchase another individual not of their own will.

But indentured servitude? That was not technically slavery, but it was slavery by another name. Failed to pay a debt? You could have your possessions and your very being seized and auctioned off. Orphans were a rare thing if not taken in by the state, they were more than likely to be swept up by a family looking to fix inbreeding issues if they were wealthy; or for the purpose of labor amongst other things.

Syn walked over to the table, his eyes finding an empty spot; the dealer glanced at him and offered a sympathetic smile. Syn was surprised until the older individuals at the table, some likely centuries older, glanced him over before an elder poodle woman made him an offer he found amusing considering his background.

"If you wish to be purchased, I have need of finishing this game first," she eyed him with violet eyes, her black hair spectacularly spilled over her low cut white dress that showed off firm but on the small side breasts. "but you look like you have more than enough...stamina. Talia, give him my card, I may need him if Samuel fails me...again."

The two slaves were Siamese cat twins, one male, one female, or appeared to be. Certainly they were twins, and very slender and feminine, but their fur was a very pricy dye job. Syn could tell as he scented the air as his eyes fell over them as the feline girl handed him a perfumed card.

Syn took the offered card, but quickly introduced himself politely while in the back of his mind wondering if he should back down, play the part of a somewhat wealthy common individual. "Ah, thanks. I am Syn,"

"Sinful that you are not in a collar proper; you obviously come from good stock. And I could use a young man like you...in a lot of ways." a snake man winked at Syn, his own slaves, two mice (Syn found it hilarious) looked positively tiny compared to the tall seated snake.

Acting timid was not easy for Syn, but he did what others did when he was trying to charm seemingly uninterested parties. He averted his gaze, shuffled his weight from foot to foot slightly as he pocketed the card. The group at the table continued to size him up as their game was paused by his appearance and their somewhat (he hoped) playful banter.

That was until the pigeon spoke and right pissed him off.

"This be high stakes poker boy." the pigeon man crackled from his toothless beak. "Unlike the others," the pigeon used a feathered hand to smack the ass of the large bear next to him. "I have enough fun with this lug; so unless you are willing to play cards, I suggest you leave."

"Rude, Wilford, simply, rude." the poodle woman said with a roll of her eyes. "Don't you agree Niles?"

"I find his attitude simply...stupefying myself, Blanche." Niles replied, the snake casting his eyes about, almost as if he was noticing something.

Wilford placed his cards on the table and gave them both a wide grin. "I earned my money the old fashioned way, hard-fucking-work! Unlike you inheritor folk, I know the meaning of fair-play. Besides, I only play cards with you two whenever theirs a slave convention because you two are rumored to eat coloca a mite bit better than my Fluff Pounder here."

"I will never lose so badly as to have to offer my services," Blanche licked her lips slowly, "to you Wilford. Hector might though, he seems into eating birds." Blanche chuckled as the snake only smirked.

"For all I know he is full of mites, and I would get indigestion certainly from all the tobacco products he consumes."

Syn was torn between walking away and staying to engage in wealthy people banter. Also Syn found the bird race members he had encountered annoying, this elder bird though just pissed him off. He seemed to be a mining magnate or something of that nature.

Straightening his shirt, Syn joined the table proper, "Just deal me in."

A woman accompanied by a large man with a briefcase walked over, "This is a high-stakes table, you need a minimum of forty-thousand dollars worth of chips to even sit and play without being sponsored." the woman smirked as the case was opened revealing a credit card reader as well as rows of gold colored chips. She was suspecting Syn was just some young punk who happened to have a bit of cash but nothing on par with the heavy-hitters at the table.

She was in for a surprise as Syn pulled out a dark card along with his region issued identification and handed it over to the woman. "Give me eighty," Syn cracked his knuckles as he took off the glasses he was wearing and pocketed them in his shirt pocket as the woman studied the card.

Everyone took note of his eyes in that moment, then those in the know about what such eyes usually meant as far as linage looked at the woman wearing the uniform of the casino's money changers.

"Dollars-" she trailed off as Syn locked eyes with her. In that moment 'oh shit' was not a good explanation for how badly a first impression she made and knew she had made.

"Read the name, the last name on the card, then get my damn eighty-thousand in chips!" Syn snapped, his eyes flashing.

The dealer at the table was shuffling her cards nervously as she watched the exchange. She quickly began dealing Syn in as her co-worker looked as if she had been hit with a stun spell or weapon.

"YES!" the money changer practically screamed as she realized with whom she was dealing with. "S-sorry if I was rude," she quickly opened the case, swiped the cards she held through the reader.

With his identity confirmed, and family account access granted, the woman charged him for and then sat four stacks of twenty chips in front of Syn. She bowed deeply as she backed away with the large case holding man; uttering apologies all the while.

"Prepare to lose your shorts, and not for the reasons you normally lose them." the poodle-woman said with a yawn, the revelations about her potential easy screw not cowering her in the least.

Syn relaxed and waved over someone for a refil. "I normally hate bringing attention to myself,"

"A lie if I ever heard one, anyone who is anyone in our circles knows that a young-man with that last name, and golden eyes and the first name of 'Syn' is someone who...should be considered very dangerous if crossed." the snake flicked his tongue out as the game continued.

Syn raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

"Not you personally," Niles stated. "though I am certain you have qualities that make you just as dangerous as the person I am alluding to." Noting that Syn was not apparently getting the hint he continued. "Your mother, Syn, your mother. She is whom we all respectfully fear. I am surprised you are not shadowed by fifteen or more bodyguards. Considering your heritage..."

Syn suddenly understood why the snake had been glancing around. Syn had suspected he had people following him, for some reason he could not think too hard about it. As if there was a fog whenever the topic of his family came up.

Focusing back on the game, Syn continued to play as the banter at the table grew a little more light-hearted. "Any woman with a few consorts, and a couple of concubines, has enemies due to the nature of their lifestyle being envied."

"Truly spoken." Blanche replied while laying her hand bare. "Any of you men care to beat this?"

Syn had a bad hand but did not care about the money, he wanted the conversation, he needed to know what people thought about his family. Too many back home were likely to clamp up when it came to talking about them when they realized who Syn was related to.

"So what is this to you? A tenth of a tenth of a tenth of your heritage? A percentage so small as to make hard workers like myself growing up wonder what you do with it all?" Wilford revealed his hand. "I think I got you beat Blanche."

"Oh poodle," Blanche giggled. "defeated soundly I appear to be!" the poodle heiress reached into her purse and unfurled a fan that she handed to one of her slaves who began to fan her gently. "So what do you two have?"

Syn revealed his poor hand and acknowledged it, "Yes, its a bit lacking." Syn cracked a smile. "But there is always the next round. How about you?" Syn said to Niles as the snake man showed his hand.

"The bear rug wins." Niles smirked.

"Oh, haw, haw, I get it, since I am always buried under fluffy buns," Wilford smacked his bear's rear again and laughed. "But I win the hand!"

Syn played a bit more and won only one hand, at that point he was down to five thousand dollars in chips and figured he would piss away the money elsewhere; he was certain the bussiness account he had tapped into would not really be held against him since he had just networked.

The young hybrid considered what he had learned, and also the fact that he had numerous bodyguards around him. Ideas about who and what he had slept with (hardly sleeping anyway) and just how many bastards he may have fathered hit him as he walked over to the bar for his third drink.

There a sultry vixen awaited him, chewing on a pastry while enjoying a glass of wine. "Syn you surprise me; never thought you to be so...social without your dick in someone." Lexi noted the half-hearted angry glare and patted Syn on his shoulder as he leaned against the bar facing the crowd with his drink.

"I think my family may have messed with my memories."

"Common in wealthy families and with your last name I suspected as much."

Syn lowered his gaze to the floor, not really wanting to hear the answer, not really surprised if he heard what he did not want to hear. "Are you involved with me because of my lusty energy or my name?"

"Lust, my family was personally driven off of the mainland of our homeland due to our women, and men, having great magical potential...if we fucked a lot to be blunt about it." Lexi continued while nibbling at her treat. "We developed covert means of draining sexual energy from targets marked by us. Originally, I wanted to mark you, and then just remotely feed. I have done it often enough, and the individual tagged is not harmed in the least. But I encountered a magical barrier of sorts not of your own making."

Syn nodded, "Anti-teleportation, defensive spells, and offensive magic wards. I sit in a room for an hour a year being blasted with spells to make sure the enchantments still work. Its a process started after birth and it costs a lot but is worth it."

"Having you teleported out of your bedroom by some fool looking to earn a quick buck would be a shame." Lexi noted Syn's gaze falling upon a young girl in a leather thong and top. "For them, anyway, I thought I would tell you how things went on my end."

"Sure, what was this meeting you went to." Syn asked.

"Well my mother was wondering what my research into..."

Syn listened to bits and pieces of what Lexi had to say, his eyes forever wandering but eventually she stopped talking and he simply said what had been at the back of his mind for a while.

"Can I trust you at all?" Syn asked.

Lexi pulled Syn into a soft kiss and released him. "If I had any ill intentions towards you, I would be bound and dragged before your mother for interrogation and possible execution."

"I have paid more attention to my surroundings lately. Noticed people that seemed off as far as their reasons for being around."

"Off?" Lexi asked.

"They felt out of place," Syn frowned. "I guess mom does keep a tight leash on me and now that I think about it," Syn looked at Lexi suddenly very serious. "I kinda hate it."

**`**

Within her largest religious compound, a woman worked fervently at extracting information via a method she had found that worked extremely well. She also happened to have a class in attendence watching her methodology.

"When the pony refuses to yeild, you need to break them in." the riding crop the woman brandished before slapping its leather tip against the bare restrained flesh of a small gray dragon. "Give them something to really think about!"

The dragon did not make a sound, likely due to the sound dampening magics that were bound to the metal collar it had bolted around its neck. Its body shook from each blow, the pain magnificion spells bound to the leather implement worked as intended.

The woman approached the front of her prey and lifted his snout. Tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes as she smiled cruelly before raising the lash again.

Once the session was over, the woman accepted a robe offered by a slave and left the ornate chamber she had performed the lashing within. Her class of four followed her, their robes less ornate than the one she wore since they were lower in the pecking order of her religion.

"I still say a god should not lower themselves to a mortal's level."

The woman turned to her left and observed a figure standing near a pillar holding a clear box with a flower within it.

"So says a mortal," the woman strolled over to the man and embraced him before accepting his gift. "Cere'Qul's Light-Holder, how are you?"

The man's eyes burned golden for a moment as he was called by a title long ago cast away by him. "Playing at being mortal, goddess. The flower is from my private garden, between teaching classes at Oaktree and Pheasant Garden naturally; I cultivate things, much like you have captivated a cult."

The woman handed the flower off to a student before walking along fully expecting the man to follow. His boot steps echoed within the halls of her grandest of temples as she led the way. Their silence continued, it was a good half an hour of walking down sloping tunnels and stairs until they reached a balcony overlooking an excavation site.

"Hundreds of thousands of tons of sand have been removed to reveal this." the woman pointed over a large chamber.

The man looked skyward, towards a large ceiling and then below at what could easily be mistaken for a city, but was in fact a metallic object the size of a small downtown area. "The city built underground of legend." he said. "before my time by about a thousand or so years."

"No, your master came here in this. His mother banished him for a forbidden love, and his sister followed-but you know this." the woman yawned, bored with the old history. "I have news though for you."

"Besides this revelation? The technology-"

The woman silenced the man with a look. "Cere'Qul's final resting place has been found." the woman looked at the man with a smirk as she revealed a dagger seemingly from nowhere at all. "I need you to kill him for me since your blood can open his crypt."

The man took the dagger, "those of his blood can harm him, and this weapon was forged by crystallizing his descendants blood. Much like those weapons he forced you all to make so your children could harm you as well." the man tested the weight of the dagger and found it perfectly balanced. "old goddess."

"I love it when you talk foolishness to me, Myr." the woman wrapped her arms around the man's shoulders and neck and kissed him deeply. She leaned back speaking softly before leaning forward, pressing her body firmer against his. "Oooh, is that a dagger I feel pressed against my thigh," she giggled like a much, much younger woman being teased by her first love.

"I merely am offering what gave our children life to their mother once more." Myr said as he embraced the mother of many of his offspring.

The woman laughed before kissing her lover again. "Grandest of traitors, and most loyal of consorts to me; I await your return...after we retire to the nicest room in my temple, you shall depart on this quest. A transport will carry you along with my best operations unit."

"I thought your best unit was watching your child with the most potential?"

"He can take care of himself with the B-team providing support. Besides, I doubt any trouble he will get into will cause me any real problems. But the witch he has with him, she may prove to be an issue in time,"

"Hardly maternal are you?"

"All my kids hate or love me, some both; I adore their little petty lives, they are so amusing."

Myr rolled his eyes as he slid the dagger into a satchel he had with him. "Must we talk with words?"

"No, our bodies will do the talking this evening."

*******

The young deer girl peered at the plate of food sat before her and grimaced. She quickly tried to smile only for her mother to sit her mug of coffee down hard upon the table as she took her own seat at it in their kitchen.

"Child," the woman said softly. "what did I tell you about frowning about a plate of hot food?" the short pointy eared woman glared at her daughter, a child she dressed in a pretty dress and sandals that were quickly stripped off whenever she went on one of her tomboy escapades instead of practicing her singing.

"Sorry, mama." the girl said softly before picking up a large wooden spoon and beginning to feed herself as her mother continued to glare at her.

Her sisters ate toast and from a bowl of cereal respectively. Their mother had claimed they were getting fat and chained the refrigerator and freezer shut with a combination lock between meals to discourage feeding by anyone without the entire family unit being around for their mother to cook for them.

That meant adhering to the rules of being home for dinner if you at least wanted one meal in you. Otherwise you went hungry unless you got food elsewhere, and considering they lived in a single level, two bedroom home at the ass end of the block of in a small neighborhood in an even smaller county town; that meant hunting.

All the children knew how to set snares and fire a bow and arrow, their mother was a halfling by birth and a whore by choice; their fathers were men that had passed into her life and quickly left after she told them in no uncertain terms that she would stop screwing other men for money.

She was looking for the right kind of male to set her right, set her right on the path to a comfortable life without much in the way of distractions other than some chores and good fucking on occasion. The key word was comfortable: the girls fathers had been men of common status.

They were also broke, and love, love was a wonderful thing, but it did not pay bills for the materialistic lifestyle the woman wanted for herself.

She sipped from her hot mug of unsweetened coffee before peering outside at the young man walking down the sidewalk. He looked like he was from out of town, certainly a tourist from the local resort area that she frequently wandered through herself.

He also looked bored, and with the sizable lump in his pants, she was certain he would be a bit of fun if he could be won over into her home. Normally she took apointments elsewhere, but prime prey like that so far off the beaten path was hard to ignore.

Syn did not take note of the woman gazing at him from her kitchen as he went over the bussiness meeting and how he had been tormented in the end by his new bussiness partner and his assistant. Even fucking Lexi till she actually blacked out had done nothing, even going till his balls were empty and the bedding soaked through with cum (the hotel was billing him for that certainly) did nothing to lessen his dark mood.

The deal was fine, he kept telling himself. What bothered him was the fact that he had felt that the lessons being thrown at him recently, about his mother, about how to properly handle a deal, how everything was not about sex and how his lack of control recently had only been a curse more than a blessing as far as his sexual apettite.

He had never questioned it, never questioned his loins pull as far as pussy and ass. The lizard boi at the casino followed by the wolf and rabbit couple, the lady that had parked their rental car, and the poodle lady (and her slaves) had been fun.

Fun.

Was that all there was in the end for him? Nothing meaningful behind his actions other than seeking even more fun and adding to his future list of conquests?

But fuck did he need a distraction, hell even more sex would quell his deep thinking; it was dragging him down, so much so he had not realized he had walked for so long and so far he had ended up in what his mother had called once "The wrong side of the tracks after a tornado of whores or drug addiction".

It was a quote that stuck in Syn's mind because of the crudity of it. But it was apt, the neighborhood was in need of a good burning or painting. Syn could not decide which as his attention was hailed by a busty short-stack of a woman with pointed ears and hair on her forearms and exposed calves.

"Never fucked a halfling." Syn muttered as he walked over to the porch she was leaning against the railing of and waving a hankerchief at him.

"And you could for a hundred and fifty;" she smirked.

"That is a bit cheap." Syn said with a raised eyebrow. "But I don't pay to play. If anything," Syn leaned closer and let his voice deepen with power. "you should pay me."

The woman twittered, a short laugh that made her seem younger than her hips said, "adorable, but that price is for each orgasm I wring out of you. And no amount of pleading, begging, or promises will get me back on your cock unless you pay up again." the woman looked him up and down. "And hon, I will blow your mind and maybe your lower back out."

Syn was impressed with the speed at which her throaty words made him erect. Or was it the cute little thing poking her head out from behind the open door of the house, a door that needed paint or fire applied to it like all the others, topped by dark curly hair and a large brown nose right in the middle of a very deer-like face. Her ears twitched as Syn and her made eye contact and Syn watched the woman turn and shoo her daughter away. She met his gaze and said the one word Syn hated to hear.

"No."

"But-"

She glared, it was a mother hen glare, nothing would get her to change her mind unless Syn promised her the sun and the stars. Luckily, he could get one of those things if he called in favors and dropped names.

"No, nothing! My daughter is not for fucking, not yet, and not by you!" the woman snapped, still managing to sound sexy while she snapped off her words with tosses of her head. Emphasising each word with her movements.

Syn pulled out his wallet and handed the woman a thousand dollar chip from the resort; he then handed her a thousand dollar bill. It was universal currency backed by digital reserve, a certificate really, the number on it was what was important and you had to have the RFID chipped bill itself to actually claim the money digitally at a special reader that then ate the plastic bill while crediting your account of choice or spitting out another form of currency.

"Then you for a while, I need a distraction from my problems."

The woman reached for Syn's cheek and stroked his face. "So young with the weight of the world eh? My bed allows for no such things, come inside, the girls can see to it that they are not around. But," she grasped Syn by his chin. "if you make a move towards my daughter Sonnette, I will make you wish you had never daydreamed your way into this particular household."

And that was how Syn met Tonia and her three daughters Sonnette, Sonia, and Belle. It was a meeting that would change everything from that point forward for him and them; while at the same time teaching him that in the end patience was a good thing.