The Enigmatic Chronicles of Ignatius Thorne Echoes of Destiny

Luna trained hard, feeling freedom she had not felt in a long time. She realised her body yearned for a man inside her. She was used to it daily. Am I addicted to it? She pondered. She would have to go without if she wanted to court Ignatius. He had many women around him who worshipped him. She welcomed the challenge. I have other qualities. She wondered what she had going for her.

Every room had its bathroom with a massive shower and bath. Luna took her time in the shower, mulling over her strategy to win Ignatius. Rowan had kept her secret. She would make herself indispensable.

Her parents had said that he would squander his inheritance. It looked like he had inherited a hefty amount from Silvi. Would it last? She thought of the coffee shop. It had to work. Her income and Ignatius's income depended on it. They had to find this orb. Rowan mentioned bringing the murderer of Silvi to justice.

Breakfast was delicious. The cook trying his best moves to get into her panties. Had made her a special plate. With salad, lean steak, and five different fruits cut into small bite-sized pieces. Luna felt irritated by the young man. Did he sense that she was easy and how. Should she let him take her. A quicky could not hurt she thought. Her lower lips warm and tingling. Her sword hilt could not douse the fire between her legs. Should I suck him. No, I must be faithful to my goal she whispered to herself.

The young man, clearly in heaven with all the young women surrounding him daily. Worked like a demon to impress Ignatius and Zarkon. The young man had a new vigour at home, and his wife would soon fall pregnant again.

Ignatius had cold milk with his breakfast. His plate bulged with steak strips in a pepper sauce. Baked honey bread from the local bakery.

Christie ate the same meal as Ignatius and drank milk. Her eyes sparkled with devotion to him. Luna pondered what made the young women loyal to him like he was a royal king or something.

One of the maids came in. She had errands to run early in the morning. Zarkon acted as her bodyguard. She placed the groceries on the counter and looked at Ignatius. Her cloak fell to the ground. She stood in her underwear, and the cook fainted.

Luna coughed as coffee went down the wrong way. Her eyes widened as she saw the pretty, firm young elf move with grace. Her well-endowed breasts bounced as she did. She had long legs that were amazingly muscular and sculpted accentuating her feminine charm. Smooth as silk her flawless skin drew the eye. Luna screamed in her head stop, what are you doing?

She straddled Ignatius and then kissed him passionately. "Thank you, Master."

Ignatius fondled her breasts as her bra came off. He pinched her erect nipple between his fingers. "No, thank you, Morgan."

He started with her nipples kissing his way up till he reached her lips.

"The others are waiting for you. Enjoy the trip to the nearby hot springs." Ignatius said before he sucked her nipple again.

"Be careful I will miss you." He said kissing her lips holding the kiss.

"Zarkon will be with you even if you cannot see him, he will protect all of you." Ignatius said pushing a strand of blond hair behind her pointed ear.

Morgan stood kissing him again, holding the kiss and placing his hand on her ass. Ignatius slapped her ass, motioning for her to leave.

Zarkon helped the cook up. "Anderson, are you okay?"

The man sat on a chair, his face red. "How do mutton sandwiches sound for lunch?

Luna crossed her arms and stared at Ignatius. "Who will pay for the maid's hot spring visit today."

"Who will pay for all these expenses? Seven maids are a bit excessive."

"Are they qualified to be maids? They look more like mistresses to me."

Luna sat upright her back straight, her arms crossed as her fingers tapped her arms in irritation.

"Who is funding the eye candy, or let me say it plainly, those who empty your ball sack?"

Zarkon bowed his head. "That would be me, miss Luna."

Luna's jaw dropped as she stared at Zarkon. "Zarkon, are you some kind of vampire king?"

Zarkon bowed deeply. "Exactly, my lady, it is as you say."

"Are they not the prettiest elf maids you have ever seen."

"Their bodies are exquisite and their skin smooth."

"Their charms like gems that even arouse women." Zarkon said his fangs clear for all to see a bit of drool ran down his chin.

Christie wiped it away with her sleeve. "Calm yourself old friend."

Luna deflated in her chair. He had a point she found their presence stimulating. She had enjoyed Cherry and Mandy their taste lingered in her mouth the whole day. She enjoyed kissing the maids in the morning or when Ignatius took them. She would make herself part of his harem she needed the maids on her side.

Zarkon poured tea for her. "They are loyal beyond reproach and always ready to please the Master at any time of the day."

Something Luna did not know. Ignatius had set up a fund for the staff to pay their salaries and expenses, which Zarkon managed. He wanted to keep his wealth a secret. Zarkon was his proxy, keeping his dealings a secret from prying eyes. As a man who worked himself to death in his previous life, he believed that a happy worker was a loyal worker.

He had to confess his feelings for the young woman, had grown into love. He would move mountains for them. He looked at Luna and could see her contempt for the young girls. You had your chance, Luna, and you chose Bradley, did you not, he thought? Ignatius wished Luna's father all the worst luck in the world, wishing his dick would fall off.

Ignatius had one rule. The ladies had to go on outings. Zarkon and Christie had to treat them like royalty. They were in his employee for two years. He ploughed them everyday. In his mind, he saw them as his wives. He would not change for anybody, and not one of his staff would ever work themselves to death.

He loved elf girls. His room in his old world had posters of elf girls from all his games. Cynthia his sister had cosplayed as an elf for him many times. Almost causing them to do something they should not being family. She made it clear one day as she straddled him in her two-piece costume. You are my soulmate forever together. She said kissing him.

With the maids his fantasies had come true, and he enjoyed acting on them daily. They were beautiful and desirable. The pain of losing his sister still lingered. He should have impregnated Cynthia. They had come close to being intimate many times.

He was the voice of reason holding back. He acted like the adult and she like a lovesick teen. He should have done it he thought in hindsight. He was seventeen she was a woman of twenty-seven. Fear kept him from doing anything to her. She lay beneath him her bikini on the floor.

She had her legs around his waist pulling him closer to her. She kissed him whispering how she loved him. They kissed goodbye she held him not wanting to let him go. "Father wants to see me. See you tomorrow my love." Cynthia said letting him go. He waved as the limo door closed. They could have run away he realised. That was the last time he had seen her.

He wished Luna knew back then. She was one of his top fantasy girls the ultimate desired elf girl. He did not know how to broach the subject. She might run away into another rich man's arms. Fear held him in check he would do things to her. Ignatius sighed with frustration.

Zarkon placed his hand on Luna's shoulder. "As a vampire, young, pretty flesh is still a delight to look at."

Christie placed her cutlery down, wiping her mouth. "Zarkon is the ruler of all vampires in this world."

Luna paled. "You mean that Zarkon from the legends."

Christie stole a piece of meat from Ignatius's plate. "That he is."

Luna took a big sip of her tee. "Who are you then, Christie."

Christie's fork stopped before her mouth with Ignatius's beef strip. "Only my Master and Zarkon know my true identity; they would never tell."

Ignatius eyed his meat as Christie ate it, chewing with her hands on her breasts.

Why would these two swear their allegiance to Ignatius? They were royalty, and they were millennia ahead in age. She was but a baby compared to them.

Ignatius stood from the table. "Come, Luna, it's time to see a lawyer."

"I will keep the young ladies safe Master." Zarkon said as he disappeared into Ignatius's shadow.

Luna stood, wiping her mouth and straightening her skirt. She did not say anything, having no idea how to act after the revelations shared with her. Ignatius had his woman now. What could she offer? She was old compared to the young maids.

What would he find appealing about her? She had noticed her body's firmness disappeared from lack of use. Being able to be herself with no expectations felt exhilarating. Her captain and fellow detectives always wanted her. Spending her time on her back or her knees. Sometimes bent over a desk or pressed against a wall. Did Ignatius want her she wondered feeling down.

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Ignatius and Luna strolled side by side. Through the cobblestone streets of the small town. Basking in the warmth of the sunlit day. The maids walked past them, waving and blowing kisses. Today, they had flowery dresses tailored to their figures.

Each wearing expensive choker's of pure gold thread around their delicate necks. The expensive jewellery marked them as a noble's property. The Thorn family crest engraved on the choker's. Set with different gemstones for each maid.

As the maids chatted excitedly down the street. People commented on how pretty they were. How their faces glowed like women, with their lover's bundle of love growing in their wombs. Luna wished she had a piece of jewellery with the Thorn family crest. Could her face glow like that. She had a flashback to her life in the city. She had never laughed like the maids did. Nor did her face shine like theirs.

Ignatius, usually a recluse, felt an unusual surge of strength from Luna's presence. He could go anywhere if she were with him. He walked, his nerves tense and alert for any danger. Christie followed at a respectful distance to give them privacy. She had fed on Ignatius twice and was now charged. She was ready for anything.

The townspeople greeted them with smiles. To Ignatius's delight, they never conversed with them. He dreaded speaking to unfamiliar people as much as a day alone in the shops. Somehow, Christie knew him well. Almost like she had insight into his previous life or something.

She understood when he referenced things from his old world, denying ever being there. She understood his fetish for elf girls, guiding the girls to fulfil his every fantasy. She knew to much about his world and what he liked. She kept her past a secret he could respect that.

As they walked, Luna scanned the faces of passersby with a hint of anxiety. She feared someone from the capital might recognise her, exposing her secret. Yet, she maintained a composed exterior, determined to support Ignatius.

What would she do if she walked into someone she knew? How did she allow Bradley, and his brother, turn her into a whore for their benefit. She should have returned home when she arrested them. She realised they had groomed her for orgies. It was part of her daily life for fifteen years. She wanted to kick something. Yet resisted the urge. How could she have been so naïve. She berated herself.

The town's quaint charm, with its cosy cafes and bustling shops. Offered a temporary distraction from her worries.

When they arrived at the lawyer's office, a sign reading "Pete Red Hood, Attorney at Law" greeted them.

Ignatius took a deep breath. Drawing courage from Luna's unwavering support as he took her hand. They stepped inside. She could feel him trembling, making her wonder what had happened to the carefree teen she had grown up with.

The lawyer's office exuded rustic charm and professional elegance. Shelves lined with leather-bound books and a large oak desk. A werewolf with a commanding presence, Pete Red Hood welcomed them.

The pictures on the wall showed that the estate agent was his wife. Pictures hung on his walls showing him changing into his wolf form while running a race in college. A few gold and silver medals adorned a small display case on the wall.

"Welcome, Ignatius and Luna. Please, have a seat," Pete said, his voice deep and reassuring. His wolf ears moved. They looked so fluffy. Ignatius had to resist his hands itching to touch them.

As they sat down, Pete explained the contract details for their coffee shop. His expertise was evident in every word he spoke. Ignatius's, confidence in the man grew. Though still wary of recognition, Luna found solace in Pete's professionalism and respect.

After reviewing the contract. Ignatius and Luna signed their names with a sense of accomplishment.

Pete shook Ignatius's hand, his gratitude clear. "Thank you for your business."

Pete took Luna's hands to shake. "I wish you both the best of luck with your coffee shop."

With the contract signed. Ignatius and Luna returned to the coffee shop, their spirits high. As they approached. They noticed contractors busy at work on the lower floor. Preparing the space for its grand opening.

Meanwhile in Chief Magnus's Office. Elysia Bloodrose leaned against the door frame. The chief had been in a bit of a mood lately. The mayor had been to the capital, and everyone awaited his return. Making the diplomatic journey once a year, Misty Cove stood at a standstill.

Chief Magnus, a salamander fae, huffed in displeasure, flames, scorching his fireproof table. Slapping his desk to douse the flames that had set fire to his paperwork.

Elysia knew he would be ready to speak when his gaze reached her eyes. Magnus had this irritating habit when his eyes dropped to her high heels, and then he lingered on her legs.

His gaze moved up her body, lingering on her bust, and finally, he would look her in the eye. Only then did he speak as satisfaction radiated from the man. He had not changed since they were in high school. She felt grateful that he had outgrown the habit of trying to look up her skirt.

Chief Magnus leaned back in his chair. His burly frame casting shadows over the paperwork across his desk. A few of the files still smoked at the edges. He looked at her high heels. His ritual began as Detective Elysia Bloodrose entered. Her crimson eyes gleaming with curiosity. What does he want her to do now, she thought.

"Ah, Elysia," Magnus began, his tone gruff. "Got a new assignment for you."

"I need you to meet the new business owners at the old inn on the edge of town."

Elysia's eyebrows arched. "New business owners?

She crossed her arms.

What's the catch?"

Magnus sighed, rubbing his temples. "My sources tell me one of them, Luna Nightingale, is a high-ranking ex detective from the capital."

"She's from that famous elven sword Master family, Nightingale."

Elysia's expression tightened. "And the other?"

"That's the strange part. The half-elf, Ignatius, looks like a supermodel."

"No one knows much about him. Very suspicious."

"Born here in Misty Cove, his past still a mystery to this day."

"His mother Silvi kept to herself one of the oldest locals around back then."

"Her husband a local human man moved away with them years ago."

Magnus leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Listen, Elysia, I'll meet with the mayor in two days."

"He has information about Thorn."

He blew a thin stream of fire as he exhaled. Heat radiated towards Elysia. She did not move an inch.

"In the meantime. Inform Miss Nightingale that this isn't the capital."

"That she should keep her nose out of police business."

"Her privileges and ways mean nothing here. This is not Unsealy Court territory."

Elysia nodded, her gaze icy. "Understood. I don't want anyone interfering with my investigations either."

Magnus nodded. "Good. Misty Cove has been quiet for years, but recently, crime has reared its ugly head."