The Torn Weft ~ COMPLET

Progress

 Gwen looked around. Melvan had woken him up to take him from the small medical room to another part of the house. Whereas a few days ago the house had been empty, it was now literally teeming with life. As soon as they passed the area where Gwen lived, they came across hordes of Brownies at work. None of them paid any attention to them, or simply did not want to bump into them. Melvan had told him that the Master liked to be surrounded. Every time he moved, his class surrounded him. How powerful was he? Oh, since Melvan had been here, he couldn't say. He hadn't gone much further than the walls of the house. Without going out? Without getting some air? The air was stale outside, no one could stay there long without suffering physically. Gwen shook his head. It wasn't true, since the young humans had spent at least half a day and a night there. Again with the magic—cancelling power of humans? There was so much to understand! It would be fascinating if it wasn't so frightening. Melvan led him away from his room, towards the private quarters. The corridors were alive with activity and everything had been scrubbed down to the last corner. The human statues glittered with lustre, making Gwen uncomfortable with the sensuality of some of them. They arrived at the Master's quarters. Gwen swallowed. He was finally going to meet the man with the cat's eyes. The door was huge, made of dark wood and carved with disturbing arabesques. Melvan rang the little gong, which seemed to echo to the heart of the manor. He smiled at Gwen.

— I'll leave you here, I'm not allowed to go any further. But don't worry, you will be taken care of by the Master's department. They will take as much care of you as I did.

The human quietly pressed a flat stone into Gwen's hand.

— I advise you to take a nap in a few hours. The Master will probably want to take advantage of you late tonight.

The door opened. Gwen had to look up. Before him were two impressive creatures. They hissed at Melvan who bowed low. It took a few seconds before Gwen realised that these women, dressed in sheer cloth over their breasts, were hiding their lower bodies, which were nothing more than a long snake's tail. Their movements were both throbbing and jerky. Their voice when they chased Melvan was a hissing whisper. Gwen lingered on their human parts. The mid—body was beautiful. The generous forms, the sensual attributes that could seduce any man who loved women. The translucent fabric suggested more than it showed. Then, below the navel, the white skin of one, brown of the other, gave way to iridescent scales, the first in cold tones, the second in warm tones. Gwen gave Melvan one last look, and he nodded before disappearing around the corner.

The two Lamias leaned towards Gwen to get to his level. Their slitted eyes flashed back and forth as one of them stuck out a thin, forked tongue in his direction, as if to taste the air. Gwen remembered that snakes were practically blind. He was tense in his seat and hardly dared to breathe. The brunette stepped aside.

— Griffin is afraid... why would Griffin be afraid of us, Shah?

The redhead wrapped her long tail around the chair.

— I don't know, Haya. Your face, maybe?

Haya spat, revealing two curved fangs.

— Hold your tongue, viper. He always liked me better than you.

They pushed Gwen into the quarters. The door closed behind them with a sound that seemed to echo in his soul. He slowly released his breath. How was he going to handle the snake women who seemed to know him from before? What would Griffin say? How would he act?

Shah, the redhead, whispered in his ear.

— You are finally home.

Haya the brunette purred, wrapping her long tail around the chair.

— Finally, we missed you.

Shah continued.

— Aren't you going to say a word? Are we being punished?