Temptation

Chapter 13
Chapter 13

“Temptation” Part 13

 

By Oni and Piper

 

 

Jym’s lingering gaze on the sexy figure of the Kirasani woman is broken as he hears a young girl’s voice.

 

“I saw you carrying Reiko.  What’s going on?” Alyssa asks from the door curiously.  She spots the adult and aroused witch and glares with jealously.  “Hey, what’re you two doing?” the eleven year old accuses walking into the room.  She completely ignores Amara now, not even remotely considering the naked toddler a threat to her Jymmy’s affection.

 

“Yu gotta go!” the little blonde complains to no avail.

 

“Sorry squirt but I’m not leaving Jymmy alone with her.” Alyssa says distastefully, hugging Jym’s waist as she continues to frown at Reiko.  Sasha enters the room behind her sister.

 

“Notta squirt!” Amara whines.

“Alyssa, you have to go.” Jym tells the jealous young girl.  “We’re going to remove the curse from Reiko.  That’s all.”

 

"I want to be here too," the redhead answers.

 

Jym sighs.  "Sasha would you and Alyssa mind giving us some privacy?" he asks, letting the adult sister clearly know he needs privacy for this.

 

“Certainly,” Sasha answers.  She walks over and takes her young sister under the arm and lifts, swiftly prying her from Jym.  He can tell Sasha has experience with this sort of thing as she easily moves the now protesting Alyssa away, the girl having to rise onto her tiptoes.  Sasha herds Alyssa out the door ahead of her, the young girl resisting and looking back at them with every step until the door closes on her.

 

“Well, looks like Sasha is ready to be in control of that family.” Jym comments, a bit surprised at how attached the now young Alyssa still is to him.

 

“Bak to wohk.” Amara adorably intones, barely hiding her annoyance at the interruption and the fact she was so easily ignored.

 

Jym turns back to the bed and watches as Reiko's blanket falls open and the golden skinned woman squirms, her hand shamelessly between her legs.  It is apparent she can't resist for long.

 

Amara wrinkles her nose at the distasteful spectacle.  "Jym, take my swohd an’ jam it into the fwoor again," the small child instructs.  “But take my holy symbol from it fiwst fer yure protection fwom Weiko.”

 

The squire nods and draws the blade once again, gazing upon the design of the hilt.  He locates the center where Ternha’s holy symbol appears inlaid into the metal.  For an instant the symbol sparkles. 

 

Jym pushes on the metal and hears a familiar click, then slides the round symbol up and free from the rest of the hilt.  There is a chain connected to the medallion sized metal and Jym pulls it completely from the hilt.  Once free the object shows itself to be an amulet of protection and blessing.

 

“My holy symbol,” Amara says carefully, reminding Jym of why it is important, “Symbol of Ternha protector of order an’ reality.  Keep it cwose to you.”

 

Jym nods and wraps the chain firmly around his hand, the medallion portion in his palm.  He then plants the sword point first into the floor.  Little Amara scampers over and grabs the handle, quickly starting into a prayer as she touches her dimpled hands together.

 

Nothing dramatic seems to happen as first, but Jym can feel an energy building and a warmth growing in the symbol he holds.  The moans emanating from Reiko build in their intensity as well.  Finally, Amara says, "Jym, help her repent.  Guide her.  I'll keep pwaying."

 

He looks over his shoulder at the writhing form of the adult witch apprehensively, already feeling the tug of sexual desire almost physically pulling him towards the Kirasani temptress.  "Are you sure this is safe?" he checks weakly.

 

"Nothing's safe!" Amara snaps in her babyish voice.

 

Jym holds up his hands defensively.  "Okay, okay.  I trust you mistress." 

 

The teen approaches the bed then begins to strip down to his bare skin, planning to help Reiko in the only way he can think to, in the way he is so very tempted to.  With her back to her squire as well as the bed, Amara doesn’t see what Jym is doing, and so can’t warn the teen not help Reiko so … intimately.

 

The now horny boy climbs into the bed and slides on top of the panting witch, who looks upon him with a mixture of rapture and worry.  "No, don't ..." she gasps, even as she reaches out and kisses him.

 

After the long kiss and embrace Reiko allows herself a small, evil smile as she guides Jym's face to her breasts

 

"Remember, as when John drank from you concentrate on not affecting me,” Jym tells Reiko breathlessly.  He then takes her nipple between his teeth and nibbles on it, before sucking it into his mouth.  Reiko's teat begins to spurt milk into his mouth, though Jym thankfully finds it tastes like normal, watery breast milk, not the sweet, cloying milk he could smell from earlier.

 

"Right," the witch agrees with a sigh, sounding far more relaxed.  "Now, come to Mommy, Baby."  She wraps her arms around him, holding him firmly in place.  Jym feels a hot fever wash over him, filling him with lust.  As the heat engulfs his senses he feels his aroused member rubbing achingly against her leg.   His newfound desire is enough to make him shift a bit and enter her instinctively.  The fever doesn't last long however, fading soon after.

 

"Repent!" Amara starts calling out over and over in her high pitched voice.  "Repent yure wusty ways!  Give up the evil dat twists and fouls yure mind!  Repent!  Repent!"

 

Reiko glares over at the pudgy toddler’s bare back.  "Kids these days," She mutters disdainfully.

 

Jym opens his mouth to release the nipple and stares up at the witch.  "Huh?  What did you say?" he asks, looking the woman in the eyes.

 

“Shhhhh, don’t be scared my sweet, everything is just fine.  Baby is just feeling all sleepy from mommy’s milk.”  Reiko soothes as she grins down at him, thinking he is now in her power.

 

Instead, Jym finds he feels more powerful and confident than he has ever felt before.

 

"You need to be careful with what you say." Jym warns the witch.  "Amara says your curse hit your weaknesses, your lust, your desire, and your sexual prowess.  Stay with us now Reiko, Repent and give all of that up." he intones, feeling a sense of purpose as he pumps his member into her, making the bed creak.

 

"Repent!  Repent!" the blonde toddler continues to shout.

 

Seeing the calm, almost nonchalant expression on the witch’s face Jym gets the impression the woman is not working with him, at least not beyond a sexual manner.  "Reiko, you need to cooperate." he adds, sounding annoyed.

 

"Hush," the witch tells him, wrapping her legs around his waist as well.

 

For the first time Jym truly senses something is amiss.  At first he is scared, and almost tries to pull away, but the rhythm of Amara's chants calm him and make him feel even stronger.  A power seems to enter him, making him feel increasingly confident.  As before when he used the sword to banish the priestess he somehow knows what must be done.

 

Gazing once more upon the witch's face Jym can clearly see another image underneath Reiko’s dark features, another face revealing a presence hiding within the witch.  He can swear this one has thorns on the sides of its head causing a chill to run up his spine.

 

Despite the horrifying image Jym manages to smile as a plan forms in his mind unbidden.  "My my, Reiko, have you been lying to us all this time?" he asks teasingly.  "Come to think of it, we never ever actually saw you and Killik finish.  That's it, widdo Reiko is really a virgin isn't she?" he says in a high voice.

 

A confused expression falls across the woman’s face.  “What?” she asks flatly.

 

"Oh, I’m sorry sweetie.  I just realized it’s not that you're fighting me, you just don't know how to really finish a man off." He grins as she just stares back at him wide eyed in shock.

 

He pumps in and out of her some more but much more gently this time.  "I'll go easy sweetheart." he soothes Reiko honestly, though in his mind he is also talking to the goddess possessing her.  "I suppose you just teased and flaunted because you wanted us to think you were all experienced.  That's okay sweetie.  I'll admit it's strange though.  I mean I used to think you were a 'goddess', so powerful and amazing, so unattainable, but you're just a scared little girl deep down inside aren't you?" he says gently, kindly, brushing his hand across Reiko's, and Rawnleigh's cheek.

 

The possessed witch literally sputters a moment, “I … what?”  It actually takes her a moment to compose herself.   "Become one with me," she then whispers in his ear, spreading her legs even wider.  The comment makes Jym a bit nervous, though he notices that nothing untoward is happening to him.

 

"Alright, I will sweetie.  I feel so bad for you." he whispers.  "You deserve to have somebody really love you."

 

Both of the faces before Jym look confused but thoughtful for a moment.  "I have you," Reiko then tells him. 

 

Jym leans in and kisses the witch.  "Yes, and I you.  But has anyone ever truly 'loved' you?" he asks again.

 

"Many times in many ways," she purrs making Jym blush.  He can see that her breasts are smaller now, no longer those of a wet nurse, but of a fully developed maiden.  They then start to grow perky, twitching to a higher position on her chest.

 

Jym shakes his head.  "No, not made love to, but truly loved you.  Cared about you.  Wanted to make you their one and only?"

 

"Thousands," she insists proudly.  "Thousands that cry out to me in fevered pitch."

 

Jym smirks lightly and then continues.  "Yeah right, I figured you hadn't.” he says simply, causing the witch and the goddess inside her to blink as one in surprise.  “So allow me to introduce you to the ways of love."  He kisses Reiko again then speeds up his motions.

 

As he strokes in and out of Reiko her excitement grows, engulfing the surprised expression with one of ecstasy.  Her moans change to an excited pant and her legs spread wider as she becomes a tighter fit.  Soon, she seems to be just clutching at him, merely along for the ride, a maiden of eighteen with no control whatsoever over the situation.  Her face is growing softer as her body grows skinnier, her hips narrowing and her breasts continuing to shrink.

 

"I'm so sorry, but this is how it has to be Reiko.” Jym whispers back.  “Repent your lustful ways and be innocent again.”  He reaches a climax, and for the second time in Reiko's experience time reverses itself and his semen sucks back into his penis.

 

Jym's member then pops from Reiko’s vagina with some force behind it.  Both of the female faces before the squire cry out suddenly, in pain as well as ecstasy, as Reiko comes AND her hymen repairs itself.

 

A young Reiko, barely a maid of fifteen now, presses her legs together and shivers, her small perky breasts shaking.  Her breath catches, then she blushes and feels exposed, suddenly vulnerable to the boy on the end of the bed.

 

The skinny teen curls up as she eyes Jym with nervous excitement.  Far from looking like a sated lover, she looks like an aroused virgin newly excited by the prospect of sex.  He can tell the mad goddess is still within Reiko and wonders if her confidence is blinding her to the fact she is losing this battle.

 

Jym crawls over to the girl and begins fondling her, one hand on her nipple, the other between her legs.  "We aren't done." he whispers.  "Come on, don't you still want us to become one?"

 

Reiko gasps at the sensations on her sensitive body as though they are utterly new to her.

 

"Do you like that?" Jym asks his fellow teen.

 

"It ... it feels nice," the girl confesses innocently.

 

Jym smiles.  "Mind it I take control then?" he asks softly.

 

"Control?" Reiko repeats feverishly as she pants ever faster.  "No control.  There should be no control."  She sits up and embraces him tightly, kissing his mouth with tremendous passion but very little skill.

 

Jym kisses Reiko in return, but gently guides her along sexually, taking control over her anyway, but subtly and unnoticed by the inexperienced girl.

 

Given her drastic decline in skill he suspects the original fifteen year old Reiko did not have any sexual experience at all, and even the possessing goddess seems to lost her touch with her own experience of ‘thousands’.

 

The boy squire literally lifts the thin girl onto his lap and fondles her breasts and privates.  Reiko continues to pant and kiss him.  Her passion is contagious.

 

The teen witch soon presses her wet privates against his stomach and rubs against him, shuddering in fitful bursts.  She seems to be experimenting, going by feel instead of knowing what to do, the onetime seductress exhibiting no more skill than a common virgin.

 

"My, my, so much energy you have kiddo,” Jym chuckles.

 

Reiko seems to completely lose touch with reality, having no concept whatsoever of what is happening to her.  She starts making soft whining sounds as if begging for release.

"You are so adorable." Jym whispers in her ear.  He places both his hands on her shrinking perky breasts and fondles them, his thumbs on the nipples at first, trying to set her off.  With the holy symbol of the coin sized medallion still in the palm of his right hand he moves it over her left breast, the ridges of the medallion slowly rubbing over the girl's sensitive left nipple.  "Does my baby want daddy Jym to make her happy?" he asks sweetly

 

"Yes daddy!" the teen girl whines.  “Please.”  The girl literally humps Jym's stomach as he pulls her closer and he in turn works on her nipples.  Soon she arcs her back and releases a strangled cry.

 

The young girl hugs him and shudders repeatedly.  Jym can feel her form shrink and her breasts melt against his bare chest as she does so.  "Shhhhh, that's a good girl, it's all over now." he soothes, rubbing her back gently.

 

The girl regresses to pre-pubescence, stopping when she is a little under ten as her skinny arms continue to hug him tightly.  He can hear her murmur in his ear affectionately, "Thank you daddy."

Jym straightens and feels the strength within him again.  When he speaks, his words come easily.  "Did you enjoy yourself ... Rawnleigh?  The name has power on his lips and leaves his mouth feeling suddenly rotten.

 

Reiko pulls back and opens her eyes to look into his.  "What?"

 

Jym easily lifts the skinny limbed child off his lap and sits her in front of him.  "Do not play dumb as well as mad goddess, it is over.  Look upon the body you possess." he finds himself ordering.

 

Reiko slowly looks down at herself.  When she looks back up at him, the mere force of displeasure from her glare is enough to make Jym reel as if from a blow to his mind.  But the blow is a weak one and leaves little Reiko gasping for air from the exertion.

 

In addition Jym can feel another force guiding him as he continues to speak, shielding him from divine attacks.  "Pouting?  How fitting.  It was also ironic, the goddess of desire and lust happiest as a child in her father's arms." he lightly mocks, knowing the words are true.  "Know your defeat came at your own hands mad one as happens with all evil, your own desire and madness your undoing.  Your own lack of control burned the lust out of the very one you now possess.  You will not create an Avatar here, not with MY servants.  This one is young and not tempered, but he is brave and honorable.  He also has insight.  You truly are at your core a scared little girl.  Too weak for your father to care about, too twisted for your mother's love to be returned.  You will play your childish games elsewhere little one."

 

Reiko suddenly chortles, smiling widely.  She then throws her head back and laughs heartily, its hysterical pitch sending chills down the spine of everyone in the room.

 

Amara gasps and turns, finally stopping her chanting.  Despite the ending of the ritual Jym somehow senses that Rawnleigh still cannot avert her godly gaze, her senses held in place by another force for the moment.  He also seems to know the goddess can no longer add any divine might to Reiko’s small form, the child’s body incapable of feeling the lust needed for Rawnleigh to channel her power.

 

Jym finds himself grinning slightly.  "Yes, it is humorous, but it is also true, even if you deny it to yourself.  I could feel it, all of the lust in you burnt out, and you most content and satisfied when you hugged your 'daddy'.  It is revealing to learn what the goddess of yearning most yearns."  Despite the chastisement however the little girl continues to giggle with divine madness.

 

The squire's hand reaches out on its own accord and takes little Reiko by the ear lobe, tugging her to him.  "Now, you will be fully banished from this place little one, in a way befitting your current aspect.  And in a way that will awaken the mind of the one you possess."  Jym finds himself pulling Reiko over his lap, the hand with the medallion his spanking hand.

 

Little Reiko moans seemingly in pleasure as she feels the pain in her ear, but Jym sees a break in her expression as she winces, and thinks the real witch might be near the surface.

 

"Reiko, fight her." Jym finds himself adding with a plea.  He holds the girl on his lap with his free hand on her back then slaps her bare bottom with the pendant strapped to the middle of his palm.

 

The little girl stops laughing abruptly.  She turns to glare at him with an unearthly growl echoing through clenched teeth.  "Now you are angering me!" she says in a deep voice, and the room goes pitch black.

 

Amara screams, but Jym feels ... confident.  "A mere tantrum and tricks, once again a pathetic display ... little girl." he finds himself saying, before he slaps her bottom again, and again.

 

The small figure struggles like a demon in his lap, forcing him to grab her with both hands in between swats, but he continues to spank her.  With each hit, the swallowing darkness gets a little lighter.  He hears Amara beginning to cry and the door handle rattle as someone tries and fails to open it.

 

"Run along back to your playthings knowing you were righteously punished ... little godling." Jym adds, knowing that is a much greater insult.  "Perhaps this one should be your daddy.  He handles you well enough, like the bratty child you are."

 

"You ... you will all pay!  Everyone!" Rawnleigh screeches, unrepentant to the end.

"So you have said before, and so we have yet to see.  Now return to your domain little godling." Jym intones, continuing to punish Reiko’s backside and sounding like a parent telling a naughty child to go to her room.

The little girl on Jym’s lap begins to sob and soon the darkness fades completely.  It does not take long for Jym to understand the mad goddess has been forced out of his friend, and the curse along with her.  In fact, he senses that all of the others Reiko's curse affected are magically clean now as well, from Hannah to Jamie. 

 

Despite the good news however, that means Amara and Killi are still cursed, affected by the original 'blessings' the priestess placed upon them.  Jym tries to find out how to remove the curses from them as well but the symbol has grown cold, his divine connection having faded to nothing now that the presence of Rawnleigh has likewise vanished.

 

Having stopped the spanking Jym lifts Reiko into a hug, gently rubbing the soft skin on the little girl's back soothingly.  "Shhhh, Reiko honey, you’re okay.  It's over now." he says gently. 

 

The door bursts open, Sasha and Alyssa hurrying inside.  "What in the worlds happened?" Sasha asks incredulously.  The woman spots the crying Amara and instinctively lifts the tot into her arms to comfort.

 

Reiko breaks into full scale bawling, hugging Jym tightly around the neck.  His hand brushes her reddened bottom and she jumps, crying out, "Owwwwwww!"  As Jym glances over at the eleven year old Alyssa he notes a smug look on the girl's face as she stares at the little witch.

 

Jym begins to wonder if the curse was wiped from everyone affected by Reiko's milk.  In response the medallion in his hand once again grows warm and as before he simply ... knows. 

 

For a few moments Jym and Sasha simply soothe their charges and wait, allowing for the crying to die down.  Alyssa breaks in eventually, asking once again, "So, what did happen?

 

"Reiko has been freed from her curse." Jym explains.  "This ... this is no illusion." he adds, patting the golden skinned girl's back.

 

The possessive redhead smiles at the image.  "So, no more milk?  Good." she nods, happy there is nothing left to make her even younger.

 

Sasha shifts the three year old in her arms to her hip, the chubby blonde toddler having mostly calmed down, now only chewing on a thumbnail.  "That still leaves many others to fix." the woman points out.  "Will you be doing them one at a time or as a group." she asks with a wry smile.

 

Jym sighs then opens his mouth to reply.  He is interrupted before he can comment however.  “Waz alla noise about?” a young woman’s voice asks groggily.

 

All heads turn to the still open doorway where a woman of about twenty stands, one hand rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she yawns heavily.  It only takes a moment for everyone to realize the dark haired beauty is Janice, fully grown once more.  The merchant girl's nightgown, fitted for a child, has ripped open showing off her ample breasts and risen to her waist revealing her womanly bush.  Cuddled in the crook of her arm is a small fuzzy stuffed horse, the snow white color of the toy matching the frilly highlights of her blue garment.

 

The woman blinks and looks into the room tiredly, all those returning her gaze too shocked to speak for the moment.  "What?" Janice asks innocently after a moment.

 

"Janice got big." Amara states simply yet succinctly.

 

The former child tilts her head in curiosity then looks down at herself.  "Oh!  Wow!  I’m big again!" she exclaims cutely, before literally hopping up and down in joy, her womanly assets bouncing in turn.

 

"Reiko's illusion spell, it must have shattered when the curse was cleaned out of her." Jym explains. 

 

Alyssa giggles at the sight of Janice celebrating while Sasha sighs.  The adult seamstress then places little Amara on the bed next to Jym and strides to the door.  "That's nice my dear, but let's get you properly dressed for bed." she comments, taking charge as Jym looks on thankfully.

 

"But I'm not the only one.  They're all nakey." Janice complains, indicating Jym, Reiko and Amara.

 

"They will be getting dressed shortly." Sasha explains, giving Jym a look that he had better.

 

Little Reiko, finally calm, pulls slightly away from Jym and looks down at herself with a frown.  "Um, why are we naked in bed together." she asks cutely.

 

"You ... don't remember." Jym checks.  He retrieves her discarded blanket and wraps it around the girl.

 

The witchling shakes her head as he does so, her dark hair swishing.  "We were ... playing, right?" she asks, looking confused.  "The game was sex, right?  Um, how is that played again?" she asks innocently.  Jym can hardly believe his ears.

 

"The chant, the purging ritual, it worked ... completely.  We not only got rid of her weaknesses, we cured the curse in her and everyone she infected.  We even made her a virgin again." he breathes.

 

Little Amara's eyes stare widely at Reiko and the blonde toddler shakes her head as she tries to whistle.  It only comes out as blown air however.  "Dat's not wight," she says.  "Wepenting's not s'posed to undo sins." she pipes.  “Or destwoy cursas.”

 

Jym holds his right palm up and stares at the holy symbol.  "There was a presence in me, guiding me.  I think it was ... Ternha." he says softly.

 

Little Amara looks closely at her holy symbol, large blue eyes blinking.  "You were visited?  Never did that fer me." she comments skeptically.

 

Reiko crosses her thin arms over her flat chest and smirks at the blonde.  "Maybe he just likes Jym better than you." the witchling remarks.  Her voice no longer has the deep, womanly tone of scorn to it but she still sounds like her sarcastic old self, only cuter.

 

The blonde toddler's chubby face frowns and she punches Reiko's leg.  "Shut up!" Amara says pouting.

 

"Ow!  Ya want a spanking brat?" the witchling threatens.

 

"Enough!" Jym commands wanting their childish bickering to end, causing each of the girls to look away and pout.  He notes that they did stop fighting however.  Feeling more confident, and much more responsible than the former women he adds, "Reiko, please don't tease Amara, and mistress, no hitting.  If you two can't handle those simple things then it'll be me spanking each of you."

 

The girls look up and gasp in unison looking honestly and adorably worried.  Little Reiko even slides off Jym's lap and moves back as if worried he will spank her right this moment.  Alyssa, still in the room, snickers.

 

"Furthermore," Jym adds, feeling not only a newfound power over the pair, but responsibility as well.  "Reiko, it was very naughty of you to get a breastfeeding enchantment in the first place without consulting the group.  And those games you played on poor John and Janice were just cruel." he scolds.   "I should take you over my knee and spank you in front of everyone for that."

 

Reiko giggles nervously and shoves at him with a bare foot.  "That wasn't my fault!" she squeaks.

 

"Really?  You bought a breastfeeding enchantment from a priestess, intending to use it for sex and you're surprised it was really a curse in disguise?  Were you that silly an adult?" he asks, causing Reiko to look away and blush.  "And don't argue you were cursed when you messed with people, I've known you for a long time and I know all of that was you. Just promise to run anything like that by us ... I mean by me next time." he tells her.  Amara doesn't react to his correction, seeming to accept Jym's authority on the matter.

 

"You'll be the first to know," Reiko promises softly and sincerely.

 

"That goes for any magic too, unless it's an emergency.  You'll also tell me if you think you've done something else naughty, even if you don't want to.  And you'll accept any punishment from me, even if you don't like it." he adds.  The girl nods to each of his orders, not looking happy but resigned to the fact that the former apprentice is now truly in charge.

 

Jym leans forward and warmly kisses the witchling on the forehead.  "You're a good girl Reiko, no matter what they say about you.  Let's keep it that way." he whispers, the girl responding with a small grin and light blush, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.

 

"Jus' wat she needs Jym, disaplin'." Amara preaches adorably, crossing her arms and nodding.

 

The squire can't resist a smile as he glances back at the diminished Paladin.  "And as for you little mistress ... "  Amara looks up at her former squire in shock, while out of the corner of his eye Jym can see Reiko leaning forward and sticking her tongue out at the toddler.  Jym begins rubbing his hand gently over the blonde's round tummy to calm her.  "Sasha is right you need to be properly dressed.  I think you should wear a diaper for sleeping."

 

"Don't be crude," Amara accuses, trying weakly to push his big hand away.

 

"I'm not.  I'm being practical." Jym explains.  "You have the body of a toddler now.  If you wake up to a wet bed you'll get upset and probably feel like a baby and get even younger.  You have noticed how helpless feelings activate the curse.  I'm trying to prevent that.  Now I'm going to get a diaper and you are going to let me put it on.  Okay." he tells her.

 

"You'll do no such thing," Amara tells him.  "I kin put it on myself."  She blushes, but yawns.

 

Alyssa snickers again.  "Why so modest?  I thought Jymmy usta dress ya."

 

Amara scowls at the girl, but before she can speak a loud thump comes from the wardrobe causing Alyssa scream and scramble to the other side of the bed.  "What was that?!" she exclaims in a frightened voice.  It is Amara's turn to snicker.

 

"The priest," Jym explains calmly.  Wrapping the blanket around himself he moves to the furniture and opens the door, ready to grab the small boy if the child makes a break for the door.

 

The little boy, appearing less than three, shrieks in fright and cowers against the back of the wardrobe.  "If you don't want a spanking you'll get out and get on the bed now." Jym says calmly.  The little boy stays still however and starts crying.

 

Jym sighs and kneels to reach in for the little one.  "Be good." he warns.  The boy's crying gets even louder as Jym grabs him though, annoying the teen.  He also remembers that the boy could still be a spy for the priestess.  Rawnleigh had certainly spoken as if the woman still existed when she was trying to tempt him.

 

"Shhhhhhhh, calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." Jym promises.  The teen cuddles the small boy, bouncing him and trying to soothe him.  Despite the squire’s efforts the toddler, smaller in size than even Amara, wets his little robe in fear.  His clothing looks like a priest's vestments, only far too small.

 

Jym holds the boy away at arm’s length, dangling him off the floor.  "Alright, diapers for you too.  Alyssa, I need something I can make into diapers." he says, "And maybe that swaddling cloth."

 

The young redhead scampers over from behind the bed.  “Oh?  Awwww, watcha got there?” she asks, cooing at the boy and tickling him under the chin with a finger.

 

"He's wet, and needs a changing." Jym tells her.

 

The girl takes the little boy carefully.  "Oh, look at you!" she says sweetly.  "You are just the cutest widdo thing aren't you?" she gushes.  "Did you go pee pee in your pants?  Poor thing.  Now let me get you cleaned up and in a nice comfy didee." Alyssa adds.  Jym realizes that Amara is witnessing the entire spectacle and sees his mistress turn her eyes away.

 

Jym decides to look in the wardrobe for anything that Reiko would wear but finds the wardrobe conspicuously empty, barren of clothing.  Suspicious, Jym looks inside the piece of furniture for anything weird but there is nothing, not even dust.  Granted, that in itself is weird he admits.

 

He moves the furniture from the wall to look behind it, trying to remember if the priest looked older when he ran into it.  He could swear the boy seemed bigger, though his clothing still fits now. 

 

“Make that three still cursed then.” Jym mutters, moving for the room’s dresser.  He notices that Alyssa already has the former priest stripped naked and on his back on a blanket.  The chubby two-year-old is struggling futilely against the girl, whimpering as he kicks the air while the redhead coos and tickles him.

 

The dark-eyed priestling glares up at Jym through his tears.  "You mean!" he declares.  He manages to land a foot on Alyssa’s arm, forcing the girl to slap his bottom.

 

“No hitting, that’ll earn ya a spanking.” Alyssa scolds, oblivious to the irony.  She looks over her shoulder at Amara and adds teasingly, “Isn’t that right ‘Mara?  Yure next sweetie.”

 

The blonde toddler glares back at the redhead.  “Yu are mean.  Be nice, yu couhld end up widdo too.” She intones.  Alyssa blinks at the strength of Amara’s gaze and actually looks away for a moment, shaking her head at how vindictive the small girl appeared.

 

“Just be good please, all of you.” Jym sighs, opening the dresser drawers.  He finds them filled with diapers and spare suits for the mini-priest.  "That's strange he didn't look diaper wearing age when he ran into the wardrobe,” Jym comments.

 

Reiko giggles nastily.  "Maybe they were for bedtime."

 

Jym takes one of the diapers and tosses it to Alyssa, then throws the other onto the bed next to Amara.  Alyssa bounces the naked little priest on her lap and asks, "Were you a bed wetter little guy?  Huh?"  She then lays the toddler back down on the open diaper and proceeds to spread his legs to pull the garment between them, the boy’s infantile privates unashamedly bare for everyone to see. 

 

“I wonder how old he was.” Alyssa giggles.  “Bet he thought he was so superior that he could never get tricked, huh Amara?  I’ve always found members of the church to be so proud, even though they preach humility, so it’s kinda funny you and he will both be wearing diapers tonight, doncha think?” the young redhead snidely remarks, shivering a little as she finds the floor cold. 

 

The little Paladin doesn’t respond to the taunts, simply pouting at the diaper on the bed in front of her, her arms and legs crossed. 

 

Finished with the diapering Alyssa sits on the bed and begins playing with the toddler priest by tickling his bare skin, getting him to stop crying first then even giggle.  Of course she does this, baby talk included, right next to Amara.

 

With a small frown on her face, Amara slides off the bed and runs over to Jym for attention, latching onto his leg.  Jym has to laugh.    "Oh, what's wrong sweetie?  Is Alyssa bothering you?" he asks, before lifting the tot into his arms.

 

“I’m sorry Amara.” Alyssa says easily.  “I didn’t realize you were so sensitive now.”  The little blonde simply snuggles into Jym’s chest, not wanting to even look at the girl.

 

Killi wanders sleepily into the doorway, even smaller than before.  He looks about six now after his impact with the wall, and is still naked.  "I'm cold." he says, hugging himself then padding inside.

 

"Not surprisingly.” Jym deadpans.

 

"Come here," the nine year old Reiko says gently.  She opens her towel slightly and pulls Killi in after he climbs onto the bed, his back to her.  She wraps the blanket around the both of them and cuddles with the smaller boy for warmth.

 

“Reiko, you should probably find something for you and Killi to wear when you get the chance.” he adds.  It is strange for him to picture the two children as once having been lovers, finding their proximity to one another merely sweet now.

 

Having gotten the little priest to be happy, Alyssa begins asking him questions about the priestess, the wardrobe, the room, and other things.  She is actually quite good, distracting him with bright, happy questions.  Unfortunately, the boy knows about as much as a brain-washed cult member with the understanding of a two-year-old.

 

Sighing Jym says, "Okay, we need to rest.  Even if the priestess is still around we’ll be safe in here, and the town has been under this influence for so long I don't think anything extra will happen tonight.  Still, we need to brainstorm in the morning."

 

“Yes Jym,” Reiko and Killi say one after the other, before Amara tilts her face up and pipes, “Yeth Jym.” 

 

The teen squire surveys his youthful group with exasperation ... and yet he also experiences a warm feeling inside to see the faces of his teammates looking up to him, relying on him, as he relied on them so many times before.  He is proud and happy to have the opportunity to return the favor. 

 

In addition, they all look so ... cute now as well, and Jym finds himself almost gushing over the kid versions of his formerly adult guardians.

 

Jym kneels in front of Killi and Reiko, placing Amara on the bed.  "Good job today kiddo." he tells the boy encouragingly, patting then messing up the little barbarian’s head of hair.

 

"I know," Killi replies flatly, making an annoyed face.  He tries to pull away and ends up butting Reiko in the chin with the back of his head.

 

“Settle down,” the Kirasani girl chirps, “And don’t be so rude to Jym, he’s just being nice.”

 

"That’s okay.  Killer here was never big on niceties.” Jym admits playfully, causing Killi to frown more deeply.  “So, are you looking after him?" he checks with Reiko.  "Or should he sleep with the other kids?"  He basically ignores Killi inadvertently diminishing the boy’s status, then reaches under the blanket and tickles the miniature barbarian’s tummy for a few seconds.

 

Killi squirms at the tickling, and tries to fend him off with small hands, unable to resist giggling. 

 

Reiko catches hold of the little boy's hands to get him to stop wriggling against her, further demoting his stature without a thought.  "He stays in here with the team," Reiko says.  “Since Amara gets to stay.  I'll watch over him too," she declares.

 

Jym's hands play unopposed over the boy's round stomach for a few more seconds eliciting happy shrieks of laughter from the child.  "Of course, one of the team kiddo, always." he adds kindly.

 

“Okay, sleeping arrangements?" Jym asks, lifting Amara back into his arms.

 

"We need to keep watch," Reiko adds, happy to still be included in making decisions.

 

"Well, between us two, Sasha, and John, we have three shifts." Jym reasons out.

 

"Should be enough," Reiko agrees.

 

"Shall we go first then?  We are more used to staying awake late," Jym checks, hoping to build little Reiko’s confidence back.  She nods quickly. 

 

"Good.  Then I suppose we should get all the little ones ready for bed." Jym adds, bouncing Amara.  Killi lets loose a small whine while Alyssa, who had taken to frapping on the little priest's tummy, stops and gathers the giggling toddler up, ready with her charge as well.

 

Killi turns around and gives his former lover a long hug.  "Don't wanna go ta bed." he whines.  "I'm not tired."

 

Despite his new age Reiko looks taken aback by his childishness.  "Don't be like that," she chides him, tapping him on the nose.  "Tell you what, if you keep quiet, you can stay up until you feel tired."

 

The little boy looks down appearing embarrassed but says softly, "Okay."  He then cuddles with his former lover, rubbing his cheek against Reiko’s now flat chest, a forlorn expression on his face.  "How long till I can I play with these again?" he asks after a moment, tapping her pink dot of a nipple.

 

"What do you mean?" the witchling asks with real innocence.

 

"Y’know, play with them, like we usta." he says, kneading her chest a bit with his little hands.  It only succeeds in causing little Reiko to giggle however.

 

“Yure funny.” She tells the boy between laughs.

 

Jym groans, not believing what he has to deal with and decides to intervene, grabbing Killi by the arm and pulling him away from little Reiko.  "Sorry kiddo, but that game’s only for men and babies." The teen tries to playfully tease.  He stands the little boy up on the bed, revealing the naked child and his now insignificant member.  "Reiko, move along now.  You still have to get dressed." Jym scolds, hoping to get Reiko occupied with something else.

 

The witchling tilts her head as she looks upon the little boy who used to be her manly mate.  The boy looks skinny and small now, even to little Reiko, and completely undeveloped.  After a moment he tugs uselessly against Jym's grip, appearing even more pathetic.  Reiko covers her mouth and giggles at him, making the boy blush and look crestfallen.

 

The teen squire holds onto the little boy’s wrist easily, feeling powerful as he recalls the muscular man Killi used to be.  He also feels terrible, hating to have to embarrass the boy so, but he knows Killi has to face the fact he is not an adult anymore and cannot play adult games. 

 

Jym turns to Reiko, taking command of the situation as his mistress always taught him to do.  "Now, you need a dress young lady." he comments.  “Please find Sasha and get one.  In fact, Amara’s old one should fit you just fine.”

 

"Okay, I’ll go get one." Reiko easily agrees.  She pulls the towel over her head and the shadows darken around her.  After a moment she disappears, the towel falling to the bed.

 

“Whoa.” Jym says, honestly surprised the witchling still has her powers, and realizing just how little control he yet has over her.

 

Jym watches once more as little Killi struggles uselessly against his grip, though the boy looks to be almost having fun now hopping on the bed and pushing against the teen's thighs with his little feet.  The young squire sighs, but playfully swings the boy off the mattress and in the direction of the door.

 

"Alyssa, Killi needs something to wear.  Please help him get dressed." Jym tells the redheaded girl, who slides off the bed with the priest on her hip.  "Do you have anything for him?  Other than the diapers we found?" he asks, knowing they'd fit.  And look funny.  Not so different from a loincloth actually.

 

After a few seconds of uncomfortable shifting Alyssa puts the little priest on the floor and laughs as he scampers out the door.  The diapered two year old only gets so far however before he is plucked up by Sasha, who begins to coo and tickle the whining tot, thwarting his escape.

 

"I suppose he could just fit into this," Alyssa giggles after a moment, holding up a spare priest suit. 

 

"Good, there are clean ones." Jym notes.  "But will they fit?"

 

"They'll be short on him, but he could squeeze into them.  Still, a diaper would do just fine till morning.”  Alyssa looks at the still struggling boy.  "He really doesn't mind being naked does he?"

 

“He was never big on clothing, no.” Jym admits then nudges the boy in her direction and hands him off to girl.  "Go ahead and listen to Alyssa squirt.  She'll take care of you."

 

Alyssa takes Killi’s hand in time to stop him from running back to Jym in some sort of retaliation.  The skinny little boy looks comical as his feet run out from under him and he falls to the floor in Alyssa’s firm grip, off balance and no doubt unaccustomed to his current size.  Nor is he accustomed to being pulled along so easily by a pre-pubescent girl.  In fact Alyssa doesn't even seem to notice as the six year old struggles to get out of her grip as he is dragged along, his feet sliding on the wood. 

 

Jym can’t help but love the image, knowing that in fact it is a sixteen year old girl dragging a barbarian warrior along like a puppy.  Of course, moments before that same slip of a girl had been in effect carrying an adult priest on her hip, after having forcefully diapered him.  Despite all he has seen in the past couple of days some things still seem a bit surreal to him.

 

Alyssa stops just outside the doorway then leans over and starts tickling Killi all over, forcing him to squeal and curl up into a little ball on the floor.  “Say uncle, say uncle.” She says in a high playful voice.

 

“Uncle, uncle!” the little boy manages to say between guffaws.

 

"And lo how the mighty barbarian is defeated by the fair maid." Jym says to himself softly.  Speaking louder he tells the redhead, "You can bring him back to the bed when you're done Alyssa.  I'll get Amara dressed."

 

Jym sits on the bed next to little Amara and places an arm around her gently.  "So ... did you want to put the diaper on yourself mistress?"  She nods and gets to her feet.

 

The diapering involves unrolling the long cloth around her bottom and between her legs in a knotting process difficult for the inexperienced to follow or get right.  She does so slowly and carefully so that her chubby little fingers do not betray her.  The cloth is the same cloth used to swaddle tiny babies, Jym realizes.

 

After waiting for a bit as she starts a third time Jym politely says, "It may be possible to go faster with some help mistress."

 

Amara pauses to concentrate on her words.  "Wook afta the others while you wait," she recommends.

 

Jym sees her flatten the cloth out on the bed for the fourth time, starting all over again.  "The others are fine.  I want to look after you."  He thinks on something.  "I have dressed you for battle and for bed before mistress, this is no different." he points out.

 

"Dese are unda-cwose, and yu did not touch mine," she reminds him with a blush.

 

"True, but I do not think this is inappropriate either.  May I, mistress Amara?" he asks the stubborn girl politely.

 

"No."  Her little voice is so distinctly firm that it is cute.  Jym is reminded of what he had to do to convince Killi he was no longer an adult, and takes a deep breath, knowing he will have to do the same with his mistress.

 

Jym sighs and takes the diaper from the small girl as she opens it up again.  "Lay down." he says simply.  From his tone there is no question it is an order.

 

The little face looks up at him and frowns in a pout, but relents without a word after the stern look he gives her.

 

Jym opens the garment up then literally lifts Amara onto it.  "Stay still." he adds, before carefully and deliberately wrapping the diaper around her chubby bottom.  He finds it is not an unpleasant action, considering it very similar in fact to the ritual act of dressing his mistress in her armor.  Granted, this garment is for a completely different kind of protection he knows.

 

It is also amazing to him how quickly his once dominating mistress falls into the role of a baby, the blonde toddler sucking on a finger as she stares dazedly up at the ceiling.  All it took was a firm push from him he realizes, a stern command, the commitment to purpose she had always taught him to possess.  He can’t help but find it ironic though a part of him wonders if even in this act his mistress was somehow testing him.

 

After a couple of minutes he finishes wrapping the garment snugly and ties it in place, making a perfect fit, and even turning her over onto her tummy to check the backside.  "There you go!  All done!" he says sweetly, patting her padded bottom, "Now for bed time.  Hmmmmm, this is a pretty big bed for you.  Maybe we should move you to the pews." he says in an exaggerated voice, having no real intention of doing so.

 

"No!" she objects petulantly, though he can see a small smile in the corner of her mouth.

 

"Oh?  You want to sleep with me then sweetie?" he asks.

 

“Yeth!” the tot grins, allowing herself to have some fun.

 

Alyssa enters the room and yawns.  "Sasha put the priest to bed.  I think it's time for me too.  Killi …” she begins, before the barbarian boy runs into the room and bounds onto the bed.  At first Jym thinks the boy is still naked then notes that he has one of the diapers wrapped onto him like a loincloth.  “Killi hates ‘dresses’, so no priest robe, and do NOT call what he’s wearing a diaper, it’s just not worth it.” The redhead sighs.

 

Jym rolls his eyes as the boy gives him a look as if daring him to say something.  “Fine.”

 

“By the way, you see Reiko yet?" Alyssa asks.  The girl's eyes light up when she sees Amara sitting up.  "Ohhhhh, how sweet.  She's even cuter like that!"

 

Jym sighs.  "No.  Reiko?" he calls out.

 

The witchling, still age nine, strolls into the room wearing the dress shop's sexiest black dress … fitted to her size.  The result means a dress with an impressive bodice partly showing off a flat chest.

 

Alyssa frowns.  "You don't quite fill it out you know." She says sarcastically.

 

Reiko glares at her.  "Shut your pie hole and get to bed."

 

"Hey!  I was just being honest as a dressmaker." Alyssa protests.  “And besides, you look silly, so there.”

 

"Girls!" Jym says, trying to settle things.  "Please, it's late.  You look very nice Reiko." he adds, as Alyssa folds her arms over her chest.  “However, please find something more age appropriate.  I’ll meet you in the hall for our shift.

 

Reiko blushes but looks defiant.  "Alright, I just wanted to see how it looked."

 

"Weiko wooks pwetty," Amara says, piping up to be heard.  Reiko looks over to the blonde, as if noticing the toddler for the first time and gushes almost as badly as Alyssa did.  The diaper of course contrasts quite starkly with Reiko's dress, and not just because of the black and white colors.

 

“Ohhhh, thank you ‘Mara, but they’re right.”  The dress shimmers, revealing a simple grey child’s dress that looks only a bit too large on the little Kirasani girl.  “And I’m not crazy this is what I put on, even if I wanted to experiment.” She adds, sticking her tongue out at Alyssa before skipping out of the room on bare feet with a giggle and closing the door behind her.

 

The toddler watches Reiko leave and frowns, before sliding to the end of the bed and swinging her feet over the edge.

 

“Amara?” Jym asks.  “What are you doing?”

 

The cute little blonde plops onto her bottom on the floor and gets to her chubby feet.  "Wanta do wasch."

 

"Do the wash?" Alyssa asks.

 

"Do wa-tch!  Do wa-tch!" Amara says impatiently.  She looks up at Jym and adds, “Pwease?”

 

Jym starts to protest then nods.  "Go ahead." he tells her, sounding a little like a proud father.  He figures his mistress wants to prove she is capable of pulling her own weight so to speak before she goes to bed, recalling she told him how much she hates feeling helpless.

 

The toddler runs to the door, the latch of which is over her head and just out of her reach.  Thankfully for her Reiko left the door partially open and the blonde child manages to open it just a little bit more to look out around the church as she leans against the heavy door.  She seems such a delicate little thing now, her hair pale curly wisps of blonde at the ends, though still so determined and strong Jym thinks.

 

The door suddenly opens after a moment however, revealing the much larger Sasha and causing Amara to fall forward and onto her tummy.  "Oh my!" the woman exclaims.

 

Amara sits up and starts crying from the shock before Sasha bends down and scoops the toddler up and into her arms again for more soothing.

 

"I’ll admit, that's a good alarm,' Alyssa comments dryly and loud enough for Amara to hear.  The redhead again feels cold and pulls her dress closer around her shoulders.

 

Sasha bounces and shushes the crying Amara, trying to calm the child.  She also treats the small Paladin completely like a baby, in both actions and words.  "Why did you let the baby scamper around on the floor?  It is dangerous." the woman scolds the others.

 

"She ..." Jym begins.   

 

"Got away from us," Alyssa finishes.

 

Sasha talks babyishly to little Amara as well.  "Wets get you in a nice and soft place, huh sweetie?  Floors are not safe for widdo babies."

 

Amara frowns and puts a chubby little hand over Sasha's mouth to stop her from talking.  "No!" she whines.  "I hafta wasch!"

 

Sasha's hand takes Amara's away then checks the front of the toddler's diaper, by literally sticking her fingers down the front of it.  Amara gasps in shock her eyes wide as saucers as she squirms in the woman’s grip.  "Wash what?  Are you wet?  No, baby's allllll dry!" she exclaims cutely.

 

"Wa-tch!" Amara almost screams.  She punches at Sasha's chest and scratches the woman’s cheeks with her little fingernails.  "Down!  Put me down!" she yells, literally kicking and screaming.

 

Sasha frowns then sits in the chair near the door before Jym can overcome his own shock and intervene.  She easily flips Amara onto her tummy and over her legs then pulls the diaper partway down, showing off half of the blonde’s small bottom.  "Child, behave!" the woman orders, her next move clear if Amara doesn't listen.

 

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