Chapter 26
M'lar spoke softly, "Why, we don't like each other."
"Why would you say that, I find you vera, vera charming my dearah. Almost delicious, a prize ta have and ta hold for everah and everah. Would you like that?"
M'lar felt compelled to lean into his call to get closer to him she watched him scoot closer to her. "Would you like to have someone to have and to hold for everah?" His voice had dropped to a seductive charming softness and each word with that look made her feel like she were being caressed and touched in ways she had never thought possible.
It was the banging on the front door that brought him with mild irritation out of his attempt to take and control her completely. She blinked and shook her head having felt a momentary weakness and dizziness that had over taken her. Looking around and then seeing how close she had moved next to Morgan she flushed and slid back. He held his temper and once again this was the one woman that had forced him to ruthlessly crush his own emotions to hide behind a polite exterior.
"My pardon Doctor Manshak it is Bob and he and the men have a couple of the ferry passenger's that were injured and need attention, they were wondering if you would indulge them?"
M'lar stood and smiled, "Is it something I can help? I am good at healing." Morgan turned and stood then offered his hand to M'lar.
"Come muh dearah I am surah I can use your assistance." M'lar slid her hand into his cool one and stood, moving with him towards the main drawing room across the hallway she paused when she saw it was one of Eric's gardeners and Kane's servant. They both were bleeding and had their heads wrapped in crude bandages.
Without thought to her dress or her self-M'lar moved forward to take off the wraps, "M'lar my dear should you not worry about your dress?" Morgan was sounding a bit tense watching her wade into this situation.
M'lar quickly removed the bandage and began to chant, "Oghma grant they servant your healing powers." She cast ~cure serious to the head wound that began to close and heal watching the man slump to the floor.
Stepping over him, she moved to the shoulder wound on the other man, unwrapping his wound she immediately saw he had been stabbed by possibly a jib from the ferry. Moving her hands over his wound she began to chant softly, "Oghma grant thy servant they healing powers. Once again she cast ~cure serious~. Watching the flow of the blood stop. She continued to place her hand warm and glowing from the healing powers of her god over the wound.
Pulling her hand back from his she sighed and then she looked down at the now blood spattered gown and her hands covered in blood. She moaned softly closed her eyes and held back her tears of frustration she rarely got to keep a new dress without some mishap. Then she felt it the warming air of a cantrip. Opening her eyes she looked at Morgan cantriping her gown and her clean.
"Now, my dear allow Bob and Mrs. Johnson find our new guests quarters to rest and let us have our dinner?" He held out her hand and when her hand hit his hand there was a piercing scream that echoed about the whole house. "Well, I guess that is my call for delivering a baby."
M'lar smiled thinking about the new life coming into this world and looked with an expectant plea upon her features. "Yes, my dear you may join me. It seems that the gods have contrived this night to keep us from our appointed date." He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and led her off down the east wing of his home.
M'lar walked into the room to look at the now pain filled face of Felicity doubled forwards hugging her legs and rocking. "Oh get it out! Get it out! Get it out now!" She called and then felt another pain hit her and she screamed again. M'lar moved forward and laid her hands on her stomach, then turning to Marcus she ordered, "Strip her down and bring me clean sheets to put under her bottom, now."
Morgan stood back and waited, once again another wave of pain hit her, she screamed, "Morgan can you find her pain center and do something? I mean give her some relief but not block when she needs to push?" M'lar sighed and looked down at her dress. Morgan stepped forward and pulled her back.
"Go change and return to me here, we are going to have a baby tonight."
"Yes sir," she smiled turning she hurried from the room and dashed back to her room to change, she did not want to ruin this dress it had made her feel so special. Slipping quickly out of the special dress she slipped on her tunic and into her pants and soft slippers.
Rushing back down the stairs and into the bedroom she noticed that Felicity was in less pain and was smiling while Morgan checked her dilation. M'lar walked up to see the measurements and sighed, "She is almost there." Morgan said stepping back to allow M'lar to take over.
M'lar turned and washed her hands then moved to the foot of the bed and placed Felicity's legs up and apart, "Marcus hold her up and when I tell her to she needs to push hard, then I want her to pant understood?" Marcus scrambled to his wife's back and held her in place.
"Now, get ready." M'lar held her hand over the tightening belly and counted then she felt it the need from the child wanting to burst into this world to a new life. "Now, push hard Felicity, push."
Felicity began to grunt and push when she felt the urge to bear down M'lar counted it off in her mind then spoke sharply, "Pant! Begin your panting Felicity, that is right pant, pant, and pant." M'lar waited and once she felt the ball tighten again she spoke softly, "Push, I see the head."
Morgan stood back and watched he had delivered plenty of children in his many lifetimes and he thought he enjoyed watching her work in a field he had always held a pride something most warlocks would not allow but since he had failed as a warlock he did not have to worry to have that bit of pride about what he done.
"Morgan knife please." M'lar held out her hand for a small knife instead he had placed a small pair of scissors in her hand and she smiled. "Excellent, better yet than a knife." She spoke softly as she performed the episiotomy and snipped to allow the baby's head and shoulders to slid out.
When the legs and feet exited the vaginal area M'lar lifted the baby up by its heels and cleared his nose and mouth then patted his tiny pink bottom to a loud squalling noise. Gently turning him around she laid him on the mother's stomach and took the scissors to cut the cord, tied it off. Mrs. Johnson bustled in to take the baby and move out of the room. M'lar knew that Mrs. Johnson's intentions were to clean the baby and return him to his parents.
M'lar delivered the afterbirth and placenta then healed her for light wounds. M'lar with Marcus' help cleaned up his wife and then made her more comfortable in time for Mrs. Johnson to return with a hungry baby crying for his mother's milk. Mrs. Johnson had wrapped the babe in a little blue soft cloth blanket and gently handed him over to his mother. "Now the real mothering instinct sets in Felicity, drop your top and allow him one of your teats, he will do the rest."
M'lar smiled watching the young girl awkwardly take the baby and lay him down to one breast then moved her gown aside so he could greedily reach out with his mouth and begin to suckle awkwardly from his mother's breast at first then in a more natural rhythm.
Marcus smiled, "Well my love what shall we call him?" He leaned down as he watched his son greedily take over a place he had usually reserved for himself. "I think we should call him Morgan Marcus Treadwater? " She smiled at her doctor and benefactor.
M'lar leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed resting her hip against the doorjamb she wanted to watch Mother and son bond. While she stood watching she felt the press of Morgan against her back leaning over her shoulder and watched the cozy scene; he tried not to show his boredom and even managed to portray a humble smile. "I would be honored to carry the name of your precious child." He had even managed to sound pleased and proud to be the recipient of such an honor from these peasants.
M'lar sighed and hugged herself tightly continuing to listen to the greedy sucking noises of the baby meeting his fill for his mother's milk. Morgan looked at M'lar and once again felt himself compelled to ~ego whip` and then ~probe~ her mind to see what her thoughts were at that time.
He was surprised to find she was wishing she were pregnant and wanted another baby. He smiled, it was a shame that he was now incapable of giving anyone a child, then his mind tripped over an astonishing fact, she had even toyed with the idea of having a child with him. This did surprise him, but as quickly as she had that thought; her mind had shut that particular avenue of seeking another child down.
Carefully he removed his probe from her mind and spoke softly in her ear. "Shall we leave the parents to their son and have our cold dinner?" M'lar looked at him over her shoulder, smiled and then stepped back.
"Good night you two or should I say three." Moving over to tuck the blanket around mother and son she leaned down and placed a light kiss on top the small baby's head feeling the silk like dark hair tickle her nose. "Good night sweet baby Morgan."
He had to admire her instincts as a mother and her show of true affection and care. Which brought to mind that should he ever want to look more respectable she would make an excellent trophy wife. He had sensed that Darius D'Armond had already set her in that role. That brought a slight frown to his lips when he thought about D'Armond's unhealthy attention to his prize.
He would challenge the man should he ever presume to take what he considered his. The problem he had was he felt the whole island felt she belonged to them. What better way to turn around his misfortune of having most the island turn against him than to dangle the fact she came to him and she belonged to him.
Turning she moved to the door, grabbing the handled and pulling the door closed, she fell into step next to him and then moaned. She had been covered in afterbirth. Then she felt it once again for the second time that night. He had anticipated and knew what had caused her distress and had ~cantriped~ her clean. "Thank you." She said softly moving by his side down the hallway
They entered the room and M'lar saw that a small table set for two with candles nearly gutted gave a very intimate setting that for a moment gave M'lar pause. "Oh, I am sorry Morgan, you really must allow me to make this up. I could prepare a nice meal for us at the . . . " she started to say Hoch because for a moment she had forgotten she did not work there or at the Lady Mysteries. "Well at temple."
"My dear M'lar think nothing of it. I am sure I can get Mrs. Johnson to heat up some of our dinner." M'lar laughed and shook her head.
"You expect too much from Mrs. Johnson, nothing preventing me from heating it up so she can go to bed, she had had a very busy night." M'lar moved to the little trolley that held some covered dishes and lifted them. "It will take only a few moments and we can have a warm and palatable meal."
"Oh I plan to make my meal warm and very palatable." His words almost held a double intender to it as he eyed her under his lashes. She looked up and in her innocence smiled.
"Really it won't take long and I can have this meal hot and ready to eat."
Morgan moved to her side and took the covers from her hand and set them down then turned her and smiled. "My meal is already hot and ready to eat." His eyes seemed to devour her with her standing awkwardly in front of him.
"Excuse me" She was blushing and he found that charming and was surprise that something as innocent as a blush would affect him in any way or form.
"I am teasing my dear. Come allow me to help you heat our meal." He looked at the chaffing dishes and concentrated bring forth the will and the way to call up ~molecular agitation.~ M'lar blinked surprised feeling the plates become warm, so that they were not too hot but perfect for eating. "There is that not much better than spending time in some dreary kitchen to which I would be totally lost."
He assumed a look of lost concern thinking about the kitchen and affected the right reaction and she giggled. "Somehow I did not picture you as the master chef of this abode."
"What are you telling me you would be afraid of my cooking? Surely you would not think I would poison you?" He said it on purpose but made it sound like it was an awkward moment he turned and folded his arms over his chest with a contrite look. "Oh my I did not mean to imply, I am sorry my dear that was very unkind of me."
M'lar had grown quiet and he felt her immediate withdrawal. "Doctor Manshak, no matter what you may think, I never ever intended for you to die. Now, if you will excuse me I have found myself growing tired and getting a headache." She turned and felt her arm stayed.
"M'lar that was unkind of me. I did not mean anything by it. I know that you lived through your own nine hells during those days trapped with that dry as toast Raven and wondering if you would be hanged. I can assure you I at no time intended for you to die."
M'lar looked down at the hand that laid around her upper arm. "I am aware that you are convinced I did wish you dead Morgan, I never wished you dead, I only wished my son could have been brought back from the grey waste and each day that passes, I cannot help but give pause and think of the torment he must be suffering while he wanders through the grey wastes." She felt her eyes prick with tears she turned away from him feeling the shame of being held while she cried.
Morgan pulled her into his arms and stroked her curls from her shoulders. She was half shabby and half chic standing stiffly in his arms. "I really must apologize and ask you to forgive me but I really am not feeling well. I will bid you good night." She went to pull away and felt his hold tighten on her
Turning to peer up into his eyes she once again felt those eyes bore into her very soul and hold it with a grip that smelled of death. "M'lar look into my eyes, stay with me. Stay with me tonight." M'lar wanted to pull away and the whole of her being wanted to lash out as him and run screaming from the room.
Her will was melting and it was slowly being taken over by something unknown and terrifying to her immediate senses and then she knew nothing else except the softness of his touch and the gentle coaxing of his voice as he led her towards the south wing of his house. Tonight he would be gentle, he would take his time and enjoy every inch of her, and then he would drink and erase her memory of the night she came to his bed, his warm, willing, and hot meal. Oh yes he was going to enjoy this night and he would make sure he did not take too much he wanted her to stay with him again and not concern herself that when she had been with him she was finding herself ill or bruised in spots that she would not normally be bruised.
Morgan moved slowly, his intent was to find all he could that would give him the most pleasure and control over this adversary. It was a shame that she had to be charmed and placed in his thrall to get them to this point. She had some interesting aspects about lovemaking. He had also noted that at the height of her orgasms that her blood had taken on a different and exciting taste.
It was something he would have to explore further with other victims. To see if the release of endorphins affected the chemistry in the blood that made it tastes so much better. Even now when she writhes under his touch she was no easy match for the demands she made on her sexual partners.
Evan when he went between her legs and moved his very adept tongue up her thigh and found that sweet spot that had given him free flow to her blood, she moaned with expectation and need as he released his own endorphins into her system. He reached out and touched that central part of her brain that was the excitement, sensual pleasure and need and found something interesting, he found the part that triggered her scent cycle.
Opening that up, he was amazed at the strength she displayed in returning his demands with her desires. The impact was exhilarating he had found a part of her that had gone primal and a blankness that led him to wonder whom else had traveled down these roads with her.
When he pressed into her demands and felt the tightness of her thighs wrapped around him to hold him he knew this was going to turn into being a battle and not love making something he might experiment with later but tonight it was an exploration.
He had only tapped into a part of her thoughts on the past few occasions that they had lain together, tonight he wanted to take her to new heights of pleasure and desire but also sift through her past life and her memories from those times.
As he trailed tiny kisses down her throat and captured one taunt nipple to suckle he was busy probing her mind and going deeper into her thoughts and her past. That is when he uncovered something interesting.
~Probe~ his will pushed and his mind searched and discarded various events until he found that part of her mind that had locked away past memories and thoughts, her earliest memories of when she first took breath outside the womb. The cut of the cord had been shocking and upsetting her food source had been cut off and she was now covered by a coldness that was the sebaceous fluid that had covered her small body.
Her lungs had filled and her cry had been great she cried out in her fear and anger over this new situation that was the beginning of her new life. He could see from her perspective the large males that held her in their hands, her small form naked but strong.
They had gasped as they took in her appearance and saw what they knew was the ultimate achievement. Though they spoke she had no comprehensions of what they were saying so he could not readily understand why they appeared to be concerned. If this had been the product of their God's accomplishment then why be concerned?
They lay the female child on the alter of Gruumsh; he could see through her eyes what she perceived to be another child, only older he was led to crying squirming baby. His dark brown eyes peered curiously upon the golden toned body of the naked but strong body of the female. She had twisted her head and her eyes caught the other child's eyes and her crying stopped she peered into his eyes. The boy could be barely six or maybe seven. He had scro markings with he deeper brown looks and highbrow furrowed forehead but he lacked tusks as she did and he was looking at her curiously twisting his fingers into her reddish brown hair.
He could again hear they were speaking and he could not understand because he was seeing it through her young eyes, so he focused her eyes on their lips and began to read their lips to what they were saying.
"She is the beginning Marstoq look upon your future the mother of a new Nation a new breed that will be the down fall of the elven nation!" The young boy tilted his head and smiled looking at the intent eyes that peered around the room and her new life.
He sifted through her thoughts and moved forward to when she began to walk and talk, he could see how they always kept her covered from head to toe not allowing any to see what she was or who she was but they had named her M'lar.
She had begun to grow and her mind was a blank slate needing, craving knowledge, wanting to learn. She had started at a very early age to learn to fight and defend her self, she had been put in a temple of old Priests that followed the dictates of Gruumsh and she had excelled in every task placed before her. She was more intelligent, faster, and more adept at bending and learning new tasks.
She had found one Priest that she had begun to see in a different light and that was Dolmat, the one Prelate that had been with her from birth. Though he told her how ugly she was and she should be glad she would never know the touch of another she would not have to suffer the shame of the mate making her wear a hood over heard to be close to her.
This had hurt her but she had hidden that hurt deep within her self and would never let them know how much it had cut into her but then she was not to have vanity so she reasoned that it was okay to hide these truths from her mentors.
At the revelation that she was never to know the touch of a man and had been taught that from birth made Morgan realize that was part of her problem for allowing anyone close, her life progressed until she got to the age of maturity and she began to develop and she hated the fact she was so heavy breasted they made her training awkward. They always seem to get in her way and then the time of scent had come before the old priests had realized what was happening.
The younger monks were being attracted to her in ways they should not and she had nearly happily mated with them growing into a wild hellcat forcing the monks to lock her away for the nine days she was in scent. That was when the priests learned that on long space flights the females in realm space used a Beta Blocker to prevent any problems of the scent from occurring.
They sent for the beta-blocker. After that he discovered life had leveled out for the poor beleaguered monks that had a female half-scro half Elvin child dumped in their laps and no idea of how to raise her. He had to chuckle but curbed his need to do so for fear of allowing her knowledge he was in her mind.
He searched and saw how she was blooming into a beautiful woman with swiftness, a bright mind, and suppressed passion that needed to be released and then there was the attack on the temple, he sifted back through he had already seen those memories, what he wanted to see was something that told him about her.
There he found some memories of her slipping out of temple and going into the cantinas and watching the other scros living their daily lives of having fun, and drinking, it bored her. Then he saw her moments of fun when Dolmat would take her swimming in a lake nearby and she would frolic in the nude in the water while Dolmat looked in another direction to make sure no one found them.
He saw how Dolmat had been the one to teach her how to swim, and to ride. The other monks had been charged with teaching her to read write and learn other languages and always there was the caution to never allow her needs, wants, or desires to interfere with her duty to her god and to her race. Which had always brought about the same question.