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pulling her into me with a fury I did not know I possessed, feeling her body pressed against mine. I felt my magic move inside me – restrained for days of reading and my time in the cradle, it was like a starving urshak, and I could feel it leap forward inside of me. I spun Beza so that she had her back to the map, and I opened my eyes as I ran my hand down the curve of her ass.
    A flash of light – could the others see it, or was it only in my mind? -- and then the words on the map reformed, just as the book’s had.
    I released Beza slowly. “My Queen,” she whispered, touching her lips with one mystified hand.
    “Thank you,” I said, gently moving her out of the way to inspect the document.
    Nothing had changed for either of them – they couldn’t read, but they claimed the words still looked the same. After a few hours of willpower and kisses – and me sucking on Joshan’s cock for a time – I felt heady with power, but I still had no direct proof that Airelle’s story was real. Names were similar to the book on the ancient maps, but not precise. The contours of countries had changed with time, and over eons rivers had run dry – but I felt myself getting closer. In the same way that I could feel out the hidden pearl we played with, the one that’s path led to magical things, I believed I could feel out the mystery of Airelle.
    And so we left the map room, and continued down into the deep halls.
    We walked for an entire day without pausing.
    I knew it would be down here, somewhere – if I was going to believe any of the book’s contents, all of it had to be accurate, and we were at the oldest part of the palace. Zoomers still patrolled down here, but even their endless polishing couldn’t change the rough-hewn quality of the walls, or hide the increasing fragility of genuinely ancient art crumbling inside of equally decrepit frames.
    This was where it had to be – the book had said the pit was deep, well, we were deep now – and it had to be big enough to hold five thousand men – well, the halls were further spaced, and all of the rooms here more wide.
    I’d heard the story about the celestitians choosing my King my whole life, my one-out-of-five-thousand, but I’d never realized the history behind it before. All those Zaibann, trapped inside my palace, waiting endlessly in stone for a rescue that had never come.
    I put the book under my arm, held Beza’s hand on one side, Joshan’s on the other, and closed my eyes. The truth was down here somewhere, all I had to do was find it – and I had help.
    “Joshan, kiss her.”
    My slave stepped forward to do as he was told. I heard Beza’s breath catch as he stepped close to her, pulling her in with his free hand. I imagined him holding her close, his cock rising between them hopefully. I remembered the way he’d tasted in my mouth yesterday, the sweet smell of him, and then other things too – what he could do to me, what he would do to Beza if I commanded him – I opened my eyes to see him merely kissing Beza, but still felt the sharp pain of being left out.
    That was what I would draw on now. The statues, if they were here, had been denied for centuries. I would find them by their hunger.
    I watched Beza tilt her head so that Joshan could taste the softness of her chin and neck, imagined his breath against my skin, her lips against mine – I felt my power roil in me, and sent it searching.
    I stretched my powers thin, pushing through walls in all directions, felt as though I was combing through history itself. I heard Joshan and Beza, and let go of their hands as the sound of their kisses and rough breathing continued. I felt thinner and thinner still, spiraled out almost far enough that I wouldn’t be able to pull myself together again. I reached my limit, I’d never sent so much of myself out before -- and just as I tried to regroup, I felt a pull.
    I stumbled to the right, following it until it faded, then looked back at my slaves, who