The Delta's Daughter Chapter 217

HUNJI

“Because I have no use for your gift of sight nor any other great gift the gods have bestowed upon you.” I leaned back in my chair, waiting to see if she would tell us or not. I wouldn’t blame the witch if she didn’t trust us enough. In her position, I don’t think I would trust us either.

I took her in, thoroughly, as she sat and pondered whether she could trust the two strange shifters males. She is beautiful, even if her face was swollen and bruised. I could still see her delicate features underneath the harsh blue marks on her face. Her skin, so pale, reminded me of the moon’s light and the ivory tusks of the elephants in the Bashenstan jungle. Her white-blond hair was long and braided - the color of snow under the blazing sun of the Mint mountains. Rosy cheeks were rounded and childlike. Her turned-up dainty nose over her pouty thick lips – thicker now because of her carelessness, still couldn’t hide her beauty.

My eyes wandered lower, to the swell of her breasts that squashed together by the tight fit of the dress. My mouth watered at the thought of letting them loose. Knowing my thoughts were wrong - still, I let my eyes travel further down to her the round ass I had held in my arms earlier: plump, curvy, and soft.

“I will tell you.” Morgan’s breathy voice reached my ears and my eyes stuttered back to her face.

“Huh?” I said hearing her, but not.

“I said, I will tell you what my ‘gift’ is,” She repeated using air quotes “With conditions.”

Okay, now that bit she just added on. I took a minute to think whether I wanted to entertain what her conditions were - or not. Honestly, I just wanted to go home. Did I really need to know her gift? Shit, she’s a witch she has several gifts. What’s one more? As far I was concerned, I was to locate her and bring her back to reunite with her brother. Job done.

The only thing holding me off from doing just that was the presence of my father’s soldiers and the fact that Farid and Abbas were in this city. Right now. To say I wasn’t curious about their angle, would be a lie. I was more than curious and if I were a betting man, I would say they were up to no good. Another thing that bothered me was hearing that Rostam had been imprisoned for treason. That didn’t sit right with me or Ruda.

I remembered the photo I stuffed in my vest pocket and transferred it to my bag before we had left the underground corridors of the Megaron. I stood up and bounced up the stairs to my room, grabbed the picture, and bounced back down taking a seat and holding out the folded photo to her. “I took this from your room, I thought you might like to have it back.”

She reached out to take the photo, her hand flying to her mouth when saw what it was “Thank you, Kian… I - I mean Hunji. This means everything to me.” The sincerity in her voice and the look in her eyes reminded me of Lamia when I first met her. Kindhearted and honest with a splash of spunk.

“What are your conditions?” I dared to ask. Internally cursing myself for being so soft and not sticking to my plan. What was the harm of hearing her out? I could always say no.

“Just because I was locked away in a tower my whole life, it doesn’t mean I’m stupid or naive.” She looked at me point blankly.

“Of course not, darling.” Tristan sympathized, reaching over to pat her hand that rested in her lap.

“My mother fell pregnant with me when Fin was 5 years old. At the time Orion had already conquered most of the second continent and held reign over the majority of the countries and kingdoms.” She sighed and looked off into a vacant space across the room. “I was fourteen when Orion, my father, killed my mother in a fit of rage one night. Before I was born, she had seen a vision about me. A prophecy, I guess. She told Orion about this vision and when I was born, he locked us away in the dungeons of the Megaron, where I stayed until eight years ago, and then out of guilt, love, or most likely greed he gave me a room with a view. Did you know my mother was Orion’s true mate?” She asked but wasn’t expecting an answer she carried on with her story.

“All witches have a bond with plants and can manipulate them into potions or medicines. Some are given the gift of sight as well, and others are able to connect to living things. Then there is me. I have all that and more.” She looks at me holding my eyes as she says, “I can connect with the dead.” I cock my head, wondering what is so special about that until she drops the bomb on us. “It is said, not only can I speak with the dead, but I can raise them too.”

I replayed her words through my mind, understanding now why Orion would lock her away. As if reading my mind, she answers my thoughts.

“Orion for all his sins, hid me away so no king could get his hands on me. To control a witch who can raise an army of dead would give them power over every other kingdom. But that wasn’t the only reason he kept me alive and locked up.” Now her eyes shifted down, and her shoulders slumped “It was so he could speak to my mother through me.”

“Say what now?” Tristan gasped. “He kept you alive and locked up so he could communicate with his dead mate? The mate he killed?”

“If it weren’t for my gift, I am sure he would have disposed of me long ago. There’s more,” She twists her hands together, unsure “If – um - If I am deflowered – then I lose my gifts. This is why my father never married me off. I don’t know who knows about me.”

“The man was a maniac! He chips his own son and locks his daughter away and kills his own mate! I cannot believe Andora tolerated his reign!” Tristan was outraged at the news and disgusted by Orion’s actions. As was I. I wondered what she would think of me if she knew the truth. “Child, I am so sorry you have had to go through this. At least now we understand why King Panja is after you. If you can control an army of spirits, as you say, then he would want to use that to gain control of all the lands. You must leave with Hunji as soon as possible. The Queen can protect you.”

“No!” Her head shoots up to Tristan. Eyes wide. “I mean… I can’t. Not yet. First, I need to know if my friend Gregorio is alive and safe. Then… I had a vision when Ki – Hunji found me in the bathroom. I must go to the mountains of Mint. Th – Those are my conditions.” She lowered her head sheepishly.

I’m pretty sure I rolled my eyes. I don’t do dramatics, but the plot was seriously thickening with this girl. I remind myself to curse out Lamia later when I mind-link her for putting this shit fest on my shoulders. It didn’t escape me that the word ‘deflower’ meant Morgan was a virgin – An image of Tawny's exotic face fills my head. Tawny was a virgin – and absently I ponder if she still is. Tawny had developed into an exotic and raw beauty; she was no longer the meek kitten I first met. Killing Kira changed her. Tawny was already on her way to becoming a great warrior, I should know, I trained her – and I couldn’t be prouder of the leader she is becoming. I have a huge amount of respect for that little were-kitty, and an unhealthy attraction to her tight little body. I wanted her so badly that day. But I don’t deserve her, it wouldn’t be fair to her. Tawny had her own path to follow.

“Mmm – hmm” The clearing of Tristan’s throat caught my attention.

I had been staring at Morgan this whole time while thinking of Tawny – my manhood had come to life and was now rock hard – Morgan’s body was softer, with the face of a fairy and the eyes of an enchantress, I imagined how her skin would feel under my fingertips. That brief thought only had my cock hardening even more.

I closed my eyes; I knew it was visible – I was wearing thin pants that didn’t hide much. Fuck! I was usually more controlled than this. The urge to flee the room was strong and I couldn't get out of there fast enough “We won’t decide anything tonight. Tomorrow we will make an extraction plan. Goodnight.” I said in rush, opening my eyes and practically jumping out of my seat, making a mad dash for the stairs.

When the latch clicked closed, I began pacing. Pissed at myself for losing control and allowing myself to get aroused. But holy hell my cock was hard. My pacing got faster as I tried to tamper it down. These feelings weren’t mine alone – I Could feel Ruda’s desire as well.

I turned on the shower, stripping my clothes as I went, to its coldest setting. Stepping under the spray of water hoping the shock of its iciness would help. It didn’t - I was still painfully rock hard.

“I’m going to hell for this” I groaned out, frustrated and at war with myself for what I was about to do. Again.

I conjured up images of Tawny, recalling her scent. Closing my eyes, I took my cock in my left hand and braced my right on the wall and began stroking myself. I just needed relief, that’s all I knew right now.

The same vision of Tawny pressed between a door and my body filled my mind. I began tugging on my shaft harder, remembering her wide eyes and the lust they held for me. The way the shape of her mouth formed an ‘O’ - What they would feel like wrapped around my cock. Morgan’s face flashed through my vision, and I tried to shake it off, but my wolf recalled her scent. Morgan’s thick swollen lips and her plush body replaced the image of Tawny’s tight body.

I knew this was wrong – I went with it anyway, against my better judgment. My cock stiffened, even more, when I relented to the desires building inside me.

She's sweet, she's innocent, she's young. And yet, from the moment I laid eyes on Morgan, I wanted her at my mercy - when I do all the filthy fucking things, I want to her. An image of Morgan tied to my bed, naked, fills my mind and the thought of sliding into her has my hand pumping faster, my grip on my cock tightening.

Would she beg me to fuck her? I come hard, with her lips on my name - my seed washing down the drain.

Guilt automatically floods me. I shut the shower off and stand there dripping for a moment. I pinch the bridge of my nose trying to force the image of Morgan begging for my cock from my mind.

I push my hair back, grab a towel and give my hair a rough rub and step out wrapping the towel around my waist. No one would know my fantasies; I should have no reason to feel guilty. Just because I used their image to find relief, doesn't mean they need to know.

I groan. 13 years celibate is a long time. But I took an oath, and I am paying my penance - I have more than paid for my life and I refuse to screw up someone else's. Especially hers.

The temptation of Tawny had come on and gone, I was just hanging on to memory - a dream that I could one day have someone. Now the goddess throws this little enchantress in my path. Testing my loyalty and oath once again.

After drying off and dressing I throw myself onto the bed, shutting down my thoughts and clearing my mind so I could open a link with Queen Lamia. Being a Knight of the Queen had its advantages like being able to mind-link her from great distances. Unfortunately, that advantage came with its disadvantages. Establishing a mental communication from halfway across the realm drained me and my wolf of energy as it took a huge amount of concentration. It would be better if I used the satellite phone I still had stored in my bag. “Yeah, that would be so much easier,” I say aloud with a laugh because the battery had died, and it would take a while to charge.

I bounce up from the bed while the thought is fresh in my mind and grab my bag to pull out the phone. I plug it in to charge then lay back down and relax.

*Hunji,* I hear Lamia’s sweet voice as soon as the link is open.

*My Queen, I have the witch in my possession.*

*Then you will be returning home? Finn will be happy to hear the news* She sounded happy that I had found Morgan and I could imagine the smile on her face. *You have two nephews and a niece to meet* She drops the bomb on me.

When I left MacTire, Lamia was heavily pregnant. I knew she was close, but I thought there were still a few weeks until she gave birth. *Congratulations my Queen.* I smiled, *I cannot wait to meet them*

I meant what I said to her. She was family; therefore her children were my family too. She called me an uncle and it made my heart swell. I would never bear any offspring so I would love her children as if they were my own.

*What is she like?* Lamia asked cutting into my thoughts.

I groaned through the link *Remind me to never accept a quest from you again,*

*That bad huh?* She laughed.

*She had a vision and wants us to go to Mint. I told her no but… *

*Hunji, I trust you and your judgment. I want you to come home. If come coming home means this week or a couple of weeks from now, that is your call. But make no mistake you better come home. I can’t afford to you lose too, so don’t disappear on me.* I knew she was talking about King Kellen and how he just disappeared off the face of the planet. It took us three months to find him, and it had stressed Lamia out to no end. She and King Kellen are close, closer than any two people I had ever met, and in some ways, their bond superseded even that of a mate bond. It almost destroyed her not knowing where he was and even worse that she couldn’t go look for him herself due her to carrying triplets.

The whole reason I ended up back on this continent in the first place.

*It gets more complicated. There is an influential King on this side of the realm. King Parviz Tikaani or you may know him as King Panja. They have mobilized troops into Andora and have been looking for the witch. From what I understand they want her for her sight - and she has another gift too, she can speak to the dead. I plan to leave early tomorrow so as to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.*

*Do I need to send reinforcements? We can ask Alpha Jasper to send warriors…*

*No!* I quickly say, hearing the rise of uncertainty in her voice. *I can move faster and more freely on my own. I don’t want to draw attention to her if there are people seeking her out. I can protect her better.*

*Thank you Hunji.* She says with the utmost sincerity *I will let Finn know she is in safe hands. Have her call him if you get the chance. Finn is still in the Kodiak Kingdom, out of his cell, and is actually helping Xander and Ria.*

There is not much else to be said so shortly after we say our goodbyes and cut the link. I close my eyes, now feeling the hazy lethargic toll mind-linking from such a great distance takes on my body and mind.

Maybe I should have done this in the first place instead of having unsavory thoughts about two women who are not mine.

As the happenings of the day begin to fade, I start to slip into my subconscious, toying with the idea of going to Mint. Did I truly want to face that much of my past? I knew if I took Morgan there, there would be some things I just couldn’t hide from her. She already knew my birth name, but I wasn’t ready for anyone to come close to even knowing how I was given my rebirth name.