Bloody clothes.

The best friend sighed. "Stan ran for mayor five years ago. He always felt he deserved the position because he had a doctorate."

He recounted the details. The rivalry between Stan and the mayor affected their political careers. "Their feud was intense. It overshadowed their entire campaigns."

Ignatius leaned closer to Luna whispering in her ear. "Stan harbours deep-seated resentment because of the mayor's victory."

"We have a clue. This is interesting" she whispered.

Luna caught a reference to an important piece of evidence. "Did you hear that?"

"They mentioned something about a critical piece of evidence."

The best friend shared anecdotes of their confrontations and public disagreements. "Remember when they had that heated argument at the town hall? It was a spectacle."

The wife mentioned personal grievances Stan had against the mayor, unrelated to politics. "It's not about the mayoral race. Stan felt wronged."

Ignatius and Luna decided to investigate further. "We need to look into any recent secret meetings between Stan and the mayor," Ignatius said.

Ayla came out of the dressing room twirling Hee, hee, hee.

Christie stood by Ignatius side. "What do you think Master."

"Wonderful Christie did you choose something for yourself."

Christie hid a bag behind her back. "I will show you tonight, Master."

Ignatius paid for the clothing. They ate a small dinner at a restaurant. Ayla regaled them with tales of customers she had served. The petite dryad had a cult following of young men and elves even a few dwarfs.

"Christie take Ayla back to the shops." Ignatius said taking Luna's hand.

"Meet us at the library we will be in the town records area." Ignatius said lighting his pipe. Pushing the extinguished match back into the match box.

They parted ways. Luna held his hand. Her thoughts in turmoil her emotions bubbling up. "May Clair, be on leave today." She grumbled.

"Sorry, what was that."

Luna looked at Ignatius. "I want your milk."

That was a close one, Luna thought, relieved. She did not lie to him; her mouth watered for his milk. She had not realised that when Ignatius smoked his pipe. Her craving for his milk intensified, as did her lust for him.

Ignatius scratched his head. "Wow, you're amazing. You want to swallow it in the library. That is very risky."

"I will give it my best," Ignatius said. Opening the gate to the library grounds.

"I am going to have as much milk as I want. There will be nobody to share with." Luna said, her eyes glinting with glee. Fist pumping, she forgot about her feelings. She felt it was a significant victory.

Clair had taken a day for personal matters. Luna searched out a secluded corner. Ignatius kissed her, holding her in his arms. "Are you sure about this?"

 "Yes, I am sure." She said, kneeling, her hands working his pants. She rewarded herself three times.

Luna paged through a book dated five years back. "Look at this." She holds the book for Ignatius to read. She had discovered old campaign flyers and articles. Showing the heated competition between Stan and the mayor. "These campaigns were brutal," she commented.

"Now I see why you became a top-notch detective," Ignatius said, kissing her neck. You must have many tails to tell about your life in the city."

If you knew about my past, she thought. Luna responded, "I wish I had milk to give. May we go again? I want your milk." She needed him to stop thinking of her life in the capital.

He led her to the same corner, and she kneeled. He brushed his hand through her hair. Luna looked up at him. Her blue eyes stared into his. "When we were young, my biggest wish was for you to suckle on my breasts. I imagined myself having delicious creamy milk. And you would shower me with praise and love every day as you suckled on my breasts regularly. She said, blushing. "Now you know my secret desire."

Ignatius lost for words as she started sucking him. He wiped his eyes. Luna frowned as she saw this. "My wish back then had been to marry you," Ignatius said, wiping his eyes again.

Luna coughed, leaning back. "I had been selfish back then. All the boys wanted me, and they lusted after me. The attention drove me down a dark and self-absorbed life."

Luna sucked him, then leaned back again. "I am sorry, you would never have stood a chance. To marry me back then."

Ignatius caressed her head, staring into her eyes. "I realised that after you…." He fell silent as he pushed into her mouth.

"Mmmmm," Luna mumbled, her mouth full.

"I know you, sorry. Yet I would not change you for all the gold in this world. The only thing that matters to me. Is that you now stand by my side." Ignatius said as his body shuddered.

"We should find someone who has seen the election," Ignatius said, holding her head and thrusting into her throat.

"Mmmmm," Luna replied. She leaned back, inhaled, and opened her mouth wide.

"Did you find the name of the person who wrote the article?" Ignatius asked, increasing his pace.

"Mmmmm, urg." Luna swallowed. Leaning back, she wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Dorian Nightshade," Luna said while wiping her chin, then licked her palm.

"He still works for the Misty Cove news." Luna winked at Ignatius.

Ignatius took her hands, kissing her knuckles one at a time. "How I have missed you." Pulling her up. "I can do anything with you by my side."

Luna's eyes filled with tears unbidden. A warmth spread through her. A longing she had never felt before. "Never let me go, please." Memories of the men she had sucked in the city flashed through her mind. She had never felt like this before.

They never held her after or said loving words to her. Her captain used her throat with vigour. He thrusts hard, never giving her a break to inhale air. Luckily for her, he only lasted a few seconds before filling her throat. He and Bradley were the same, she thought bitterly. Yet, he never hinted at making her his woman.

She thought back to the tea garden. He would have seen Bradley do this to her. He loved using her throat to finish. Relief washed over her. That was the past, and she had a good man now. Ignatius cared for her and treated her with care. He was gentle around her.

Yet, he took what he wanted. His only fault in her eyes. He never asked permission to ravage them or made excuses for his behaviour. His every command was obeyed to the letter.

She placed her head on Ignatius's neck, embracing him. If only I could lactate, she thought. Suppose I had creamy milk for him. He would never throw me away. "Sorry, I must have man's milk breath," Luna said softly.

"I do not mind."

"Could we stay like this for a while?" Ignatius asked as he held her in his arms. A person came around the bookshelf. "Oops, sorry." She disappeared, her face red. Luna had four more swallows after she left until she felt satisfied.

***********

They enlisted the help of Dorian, a vampire journalist who covered the original mayoral race. "I can provide you with all the background you need," the journalist said.

We had received anonymous tips. Hinting at deep seeded corruption involving both Stan and the mayor. "There's more to this than meets the eye," Ignatius noted.

Luna theorised that the rivalry may have masked other motives for the mayor's murder. "This feud could be a smokescreen for something bigger."

Dorian stood from his desk. "Wait here."

He returned with a yellow box, placing it on his desk. "It is here somewhere." He removed files, checking each as he did.

"Found it." He placed an opened file before them. It showed uncovered financial records. Showing that Stan was in debt and the mayor had refused him loans. "Stan was desperate," Dorian observed.

"They found a witness who saw Stan and the mayor arguing a few days before the murder."

"It was intense," the witness recalled.

Luna uncrossed her legs, taking the file. "This could be the motive."

"We will need more evidence to convince Chief Magnus," Luna said. "This will not hold water in a trial."

"Thank you, Dorian," Ignatius said as they left to confront Stan.

Luna blocked Ignatius's path. "We need Elysia. She has the badge."

Luna ran her hand down his arm. "Wait here for me." She looked down the street and saw no officers as she turned into the street. She could smell Ignatius's pipe. She wanted to turn back her lust overpowering. She wiped her mouth, steeling her resolve.

Luna enters Police Headquarters, heading for Elysia's desk. Elysia is busy reading from a document and making notes. Luna bent down, kissing her cheek. "Hey, stranger."

Elysia smiled sweetly. "Hey, yourself."

"I could smell your Ignatius milk breath as you came in," Elysia whispered, kissing Luna to the officer's shock. Magnus fell out of his chair as he gawked at the sexy scene. "Delicious," Elysia whispered, continuing to kiss Luna.

Magnus gave a female officer a silver coin, and in passing, he stopped at Elysia's desk. He cleared his throat. Elysia and Luna stopped kissing, staring at him.

"I am having lunch with my girlfriend," Elysia said.

Magnus mumbled, shaking his head.

The moment they were out of the door. The office burst into an uproar.

The two women could smell his pipe as they neared the alley. Elysia led Ignatius down an alley with Luna in tow. She kissed him where no one could see them. "I missed you."

She pulled Luna closer, kissing her. The three made out like teenagers.

Ignatius pushed a strand of hair behind Luna's ear. "We have a lead."

Elysia hiked up her skirt, kneeling before Ignatius. "Tell me everything."

Luna explained what they had found. "Do you think we should search his office?" Ignatius asks.

Half an hour later, Luna and Elysia exit the alley, Ignatius following. Elysia shows her badge. The receptionist allows them into Dr. Morough's office. "Search with care, Luna. Ignatius, you should stand in the corner."

Luna lands a peck on his lips. "Leave it to us."

Luna located a piece of clothing with bloodstains. "That could be the mayor's blood. This could be the break we need," she said.

Elysia, Ignatius and Luna wait in the office for Stan's return. Elysia confronted Stan with the evidence, but he denied everything. "It's a setup!" Stan insisted.

Elysia turned. "Come, we are leaving."

"Let us talk to his wife," Luna said.

They talked as they walked to the doctor's home. Ignatius had bought them fresh fruit juice. "I will ask the questions," Elysia said.

"If Chief Magnus suspects that we have collaborated. I will be in deep shit."

"We will keep your secret," Ignatius said.

"You are the wizard. I pledge my life and Body to you." Elysia said. "Even if they fire me. Do with me as you will."

Elysia knocked on the door. Misses Morough opened the door. "Yes, who is it."

Elysia flashed her badge. "Detective Elysia." His wife said, surprised. "You know who I am."

"Stan has a big poster of you in a bikini in his study." She led them to his study.

"How is that possible? This is the bikini from that outing with Magnus and the police force."

The poster showed her on the beach with a tiny two-piece bikini. The top barely covered her nipples. The bottom had ridden to a point where she could have gone without. On the poster, she was sucking on an ice cream. The scene was very erotic. "Magnus had tricked me into wearing it," Elysia said softly.

Luna, outraged, wanted to take the poster down. "That is not Elysia. She has bigger tits, and her body is firm, more mature." Ignatius placed his hand over her mouth. "Mmmmmppph."

"Please do not remove it; you are so beautiful," Mrs Morough said. "You were barely back from the war, a young woman."

She said, " I know what you are looking for." Miss Morough walked to a cabinet against a wall and pulled out a map with a detailed path leading to an x. The elderly women smiled at them. 

"Thank you," Elysia said as she bagged the map.

Following the route on the map, they ended up in a small park. The x marked was under a tree. Ignatius counted the footsteps indicated on the map. He shovelled dirt with a stick, finding a bag. They found the rest of the shirt covered in blood.

"This is it," Luna said, holding up the evidence.

Elysia gave Luna the bag. "Bring this to me at the station."

 "Say that you have heard of its location. Perchance from Stan's wife."

"Ignatius should not come with. I am sorry. Magnus will not listen if you're involved."

They had gone to the coffee shop. Elysia came in after waiting five minutes. Escorted upstairs by Luna. The three of them entered Ignatius's room. Closing the door as clothing came off.

Elysia left with a picnic basket full of food that Christie had the cook make for her. Ignatius and Luna ate lunch with Ayla and Christie. Luna kissed him. "See you later. Buy girls, enjoy."

Luna brought the evidence to Elysia at the police headquarters. She brought Dr. Morough in for questioning with his wife.

She arrived at Silvi's Coffee Shop that evening, and Ayla escorted her upstairs. "Good evening, Miss Elysia," Zarkon greeted.

They sat in the kitchen, plates of food covering the table. Elysia sipped at her wine. "The mayor. Gave the shirt to him as a peace offering."

"His wife had forgotten about the party they attended," Elysia explained.

"Stan received the shirt, making peace between them."

Luna blinked. "Where did the blood come from."

"She had forgotten. She had placed the shirt under the receptionist's ass."

"As her husband took her for the first time. She buried the evidence should she try to blackmail them."

"She is a loyal worker and good friend."

"She spends many evenings at their home."

Elysia stayed for the night. Zarkon kept an eye on them as they fell asleep, spent.

 *************

Early the next morning, Zarkon held the door open as Ayla, followed by Christie, led the way. Ignatius, Luna, and Elysia followed. The aroma of coffee from the kitchen lured them like fish with hooks in their mouths.

Zarkon poured for them with a satisfied grin. "We need clues to continue the investigation," Elysia said.

"We searched the blacksmith building at the edge of the forest. We could not find more clues." Ignatius said.

"What time will Anderson be here today? Ayla asked.

"If he could see us now, he would die from blood loss." Christie laughed.

Zarkon stood. "Master, we have a visitor."

"Come girl, let's get dressed," Ignatius said as he helped Ayla up.

************

Rowan stood as they entered. "Good morning."

His eyes widened. "Detective Elysia. Your secret is safe with me."

Elysia let out the breath that she was holding. Magnus would blow his top if he knew where she had slept. "Thank you, Elder."

She bowed, her shirt flared open. Showing her impressive breasts. Rowan's eyes widened. She did not realise what had happened. Zarkon, standing behind Rowan, had a sinister smile as she came up.

"What?" Elysia asked.

"Miss Elysia, you have blessed the elder today with your presence."

Zarkon held her hand as she seated herself. She held Ignatius's shirt with one hand between her legs. Mirroring Luna, she and Luna had no underwear on.

"There has been goblin activity in the city of the dwarfs."

"I had been visiting the dwarven king, an old friend of your mother's."

"The dwarfen counsel denies the goblin activity, but he confided in me. It has become a problem."

"He asked if I could send someone, not a dwarf, to investigate."

"His spies had informed him that dark forces are moving."

"The capital to the north had been corrupted. To the point of no return."

"This might lead to discovering more about Silvi's murder." Rowan sat back, sipping his tee.

Luna sat forward. Her silk shirt displays her breast's lovely shape. "How do we get into the city elder." Rowan's eyes widened.

"Dwarfs look down on elves," Ignatius said.

"You will have to negotiate with the guards at the gate for city passes," Rowan said.

Rowan held his chin as he thought. "Too bad you're not entertainers. The bard guild has medallions that give access to any town or city."

Luna looked at Ignatius, taking his hand and squeezing it. Rowan took an official parchment from his pouch. "This is an official letter to Magnus."

"Elysia, I wanted to persuade you, but seeing you with Ignatius, that step is unnecessary."

"The letter is official from the council of elders."

"Investigate the goblin threat no matter where it takes you." He handed the letter to Elysia.

"Thank you elder I will hand it to Magnus today."

"Ignatius, take care of your women. Make Silvi proud, my boy." Tears welled in his eyes as he stood.

"Thank you, Elysia, you gave me renewed strength today."

"Luna, take care. Your parents are planning a visit soon, so prepare yourself."

Ignatius mumbled. "No, that would ruin everything."

Luna stared at him. His words rang true. They would bring a wealthy elf for her to marry. Zarkon took Luna's hand. "Do not worry, my dear. We stand by your side."

"You are already married." He touched her ring.

Anyone who noticed would know she was a married woman. Luna looked to Ignatius. "He speaks the truth. You and Elysia are mine. The rings are proof of our love."

Luna turned, and Elysia hugged her head to her chest. "No man will steal you from us. Right, husband," Elysia said, caressing Luna's head.

"Yes, my love." Ignatius said.

Luna snuggled her face into Elysia's cleavage. Did she have the guts to stand up to her parents? The thought of confronting them. She had never gone against their wishes. Could she if she had to?