Deserved Break

"They have made no progress." Elysia fumed.

What do we know? Ignatius asked.

"What has Evan said about this, Elysia?" Luna asked.

"He is a few years younger than us. He used to be a real troublemaker in the academy." Luna said.

"He has been quite unwilling to speak to us, and his behaviour is suspicious," Elysia said.

"Why would he dodge cooperating with you, Elysia," Ignatius said while thrusting into Luna.

"Could it be that he has a history in this town? That he does not want to be discovered. We could search the archives." Luna said.

"That is a brilliant idea," Elysia said.

"May Clair be off work today." Four voices agreed in unison. "Not you two, Ayla. Do you not like Clair? " he asked.

"The woman has something up her sleeve. Too nosey for my taste," Ayla said, undressing.

When lunchtime came around, Ignatius followed four women, making their way towards the library. He munched on the pie Anderson had made for him. Four pairs of eyes searched for Clair in the library. "Yay!" Luna cheered.

Library staff looked at her, "Shhhhh."

"She is off today, girls," Luna whispered.

Ignatius stared at the women hugging and kissing. "Come now, girls, this is not the place." Ignatius patted their bottoms.

Luna squeezed her breasts together with her arms, looking innocent. "Yes, Daddy, we can wait till we get home."

Chrisie lifted her skirt, showing her panty. "Daddy, will you punish me with your stick again."

Ayla bounced her beasts. "Daddy, are you going to suck them dry again."

Patron's jaws worked. No sound was uttered. "You, sir, are despicable. The elf librarian behind the counter said, red in the face."

"Foo, foo, foo." Elysia laughed, showing the woman her ring, Lifting Luna's hand.

"Detective!" she said in a shrill voice.

"Shhhhh." Elysia held her finger before her lips. This is our secret. He is our husband, and they are playing a joke on you.

"Greta, you know me; we have been friends since we were babies," Elysia said, hugging her.

"Only I know this secret," Greta whispered.

"Yes, Besty Suprise," Elysia said, kissing Ignatius on the cheek.

"Keep it from Clair. She talks too much if you know what I mean." Elysia said, wrapping her arm around Greta's neck like old bosom buddies.

Greta winked at Elysia. "Your secret is safe with me."

"We will be in the archives. It's nice to meet you, Greta." Ignatius said, kissing her hand. The women blushed, not knowing where to look.

Three hours of searching old articles, a lot of fooling around, and trying to keep as quiet as possible, with no success.

They learn about a past incident. Where Evan stabbed a man to steal his shoes, and Mayor John Silvan suspected him. The case had died down after a few months, and the shoes never recovered. Evan had an alibi. John said it was a manufactured alibi.

"The two never spoke. For as long as I have known them." Elysia said, deep in thought. "He should be a suspect."

Luna looked at the news clipping. "Strange, they were thick as thieves in Queens town."

"Yes, I remember they even asked Luna to date them," Ignatius said. "Could this incident have driven a wedge between them?"

"The fact that they never spoke to each other. Living in the same town. Does he not care about his uncle?" Luna asked.

"He claimed to be out of town during the murder," Elysia said.

Did they verify that his claim holds water? Ignatius asks. "We should make copies of this old news article for evidence."

"We will not be able to use it unless we have physical evidence as well," Luna said.

A match flared in the dim light of Silvi's Coffee Shop. The flame was drawn into the pipe in small intervals, and smoke filled the air as women moaned with pleasure.

"There is a two-day festival near town. Where our wine comes from called Hillside," Ignatius said, smoke billowing out of his mouth.

"Zarkon can arrange rooms five minutes' walk from town. Parents of our lovely maids will come on the trip, and caregivers have been arranged for them. Who wants to go?"

"We do," a chorus of voices sounded.

Zarkon stepped forward. "The parents and Anderson will be going ahead of us. Finally, we will meet Anderson's wife and kids. Luna said. I have made sure to pack for the parents tonight. They leave early in the morning, and the shop will close for four days during the festival."

"Come, girls, it's time to go home," Christie said, opening the door.

An evening breeze carrying the scent of the ocean wafted in.

Christie escorted the girls to their houses. There had been two incidents in the past week. Where men tried to force themselves on the girls. Christie dispatched them without breaking a sweat.

A noble stopped them one evening, claiming ownership over the girls. Zarkon dealt with him. The corrupt government official is also a noble with his bodyguards. Lay near the police headquarters front door, sucked dry. Zarkon is ever-present in their shadows when they leave the coffee shop. He stared up their dresses as they walked.

Christie closed the door behind her as Zarkon emerged from the shadows. "Your women are safe, Master," Zarkon grinned.

"I am powerful, you know," Christie said.

"I know, but if you suffer a minor injury," Ignatius stared into her blue eyes, "I would never forgive myself."

Christie blushed as she looked at her feet, hands clasped behind her back. Ignatius hugged the fairy, holding her head in the nape of his neck.

"Master, the arrangements have been made. The watchmaker will meet with you in three days. The orb had given you his name, Master."

"Yes, the orb wants me to visit this town."

"Elysia will be travelling with us, Master?" Christie asked.

"We will smuggle her out of town with Zarkon's help. Magnus has an officer following her," Ignatius said, frustrated. "I had to spend half an hour with Luna and Elysia kissing each other at Reding Park yesterday. Surrounded by officers hiding and observing us."

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Elysia peered around the corner. She had jumped through a window at the back of the house. Two officers walked by her hiding spot.

"I should have brought an image-capturing crystal."

"We almost caught a glimpse of her as she exited her bathroom."

"Nothing beats the white costumes."

"I agree that it still makes me hard."

"Ready, Miss Elysia?" Zarkon said, walking out of a shadow next to her, almost causing her to scream.

Elysia held her hand over her heart. Her legs felt numb. "Why, Zarkon?"

"You're pretty when surprised, Miss Elysia."

"You know that I am one of your offspring. One of your great-granddaughters," Elysia said.

Zarkon stopped, holding her suitcase, his face showing an emotional battle inside him. "Then let's be off, granddaughter."

Zarkon took her hand and walked into a shadow. Elysia saw Ignatius leaning against his vehicle, smoking his pipe.

"Master, we have come," Zarkon said.

Ignatius took Elysia's hand. "Master, it has come to my attention that Elysia is one of my granddaughters."

"Zarkon, her safety should then be a priority for you. I will take good care of your granddaughter, old friend." Ignatius said, helping Elysia into the vehicle. Elysia blushed as the door closed.

The trip took an hour. The inland town surrounded by fields full of grapes. Soon, the sun would rise above the mountain range.

The inn had many guests. Zarkon and Christie unloaded the luggage, which retainers helped move to their room. They had turned their function hall into a room that could sleep fifteen people. Zarkon retired to the corner of the room.

"We should seek out the others," Christie said.

Outside, under a tree, seven girls sat with their parents. Serving girls carried trays of food and drink. Morgan spotted Ignatius. She ran to him, her yellow dress and luscious body. Drawing attention from people who sat at smaller tables.

"Master, you're here," she said, running into his arms and kissing him. Her blond hair hung loose, reaching her knees.

Morgan's father and mother waved at Ignatius. He greeted everyone, moving around the table. It took Zarkon and Christie three days to talk him into coming. Focusing his attention on his women made the trip easier.

Zarkon held the chair for Elysia. "Granddaughter," he said with affection in his voice. "Nice panties, granddaughter, I approve. The master will surely love to see them.

Luna and Elysia decided to wear shorter skirts with revealing blouses to remind Ignatius that he already had hot women and did not need Clair.

Thank you for coming, everyone. This is a well-deserved rest, Ignatius said, raising his glass of milk. Everyone nodded with approval. Cherry stood holding her father's hand, the old elf trembling. "Thank you, Master, for inviting our parents."

"We are family, and they should revel in our success." Ignatius saluted with his milk. "Thank you, Father, for siring such a lovely daughter. She is a precious gem to me."

The old man wiped a tear from his eye. He nodded, his orange juice in hand, saluting Ignatius, having lost his speech years ago when he fought on the border as a soldier. Cherry's mother died in the same war, leaving her father to care for her as a baby.

Ignatius sipped his milk, listening to his family enjoying breakfast. He would find this watchmaker quickly and return to spend time with his family. He noticed Luna and Elysia's clothing. He approved, guessing it had to do with Clair. He did not know what to make of her. She was pretty; she knew history.

He would see how things progressed. His four main wives did not care for Clair. Ayla could not stand the woman complaining to him in bed at night. Clair visited the store every day.

Christie warned him regularly. Could she be dangerous? She did not look dangerous. He imagined how it would feel to kiss her and hold her in his arms.

"Come, they have a competition. Let's go," Luna said, pulling him out of his chair.

Wow, their skirts are short, he thought, witnessing Elysia and Luna's pink lace panties as they pulled him out of his chair. "Ok, I am coming. Do not kneel or bend over when people are near," Ignatius warned.