How her mother could think of effectively naming her “Love Fate” made her brain ache every time she thought about it.The 18 year old was larger th...an average, not exactly fat, but still bigger than normal, drab brown hair hung (usually unwashed) around her shoulders, despite her plumpish size her breasts were still the size of molehills, the only thing about her that was out of the ordinary were her eyes. The colour of blue topaz with flecks of emerald and gold, even she had trouble pulling. “Archimandrite Karkol is correct. We, from Inquisitor to Most High, could not be killed with a sword,” Frust finally replied into the silence. “Not unless Beog permitted it.”It was fairly obvious that some Archimandrites, as well as the Most High, wished to object, however the statement forced them to hold their tongues as it simply could not be refuted.“That was rather intemperate of you, young Seeker,” Brnnt chided once they were back in the meeting room the two Archimandrites used.“He needed. The dream! The dream she had; it had seemed so real!The vividness of it began flickering across her mind as though she were watching a slightly out of focus television screen. Her body ached terribly.She smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them gently in guarded exploration. Ohhh, she moaned, they were tender. Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down over her stomach to her still open thighs. She groaned again, as her fingers touched tenderly the slight bruises. It was trying to tear everything apart to come out.I gave her a smile and moved into the adjacent washroom to freshen up. I was amazed to find the most raging hard-on I had ever had. I took some deep breaths, side-tracking the thoughts of soothing my hard-on by myself. I washed up and changed into a sleeveless t-shirt, a boxer.I put on a track pant over it hoping to be able to ‘veil and reveal’ enough to pique interest about a boner. She looked straight into my eyes when I came out and.