|explicit content warning|

   With the sun beating down on her back, Kem ripped at the weeds roots with her bare hands. Her nails dug into the dirt, nearly breaking as her rippling, lean muscles worked.

Two other maids watched in fascination as she retrieved all the unwanted plants within ten minutes, clearing an entire acre of weeds. Her now pale skin was tinged red, sweat dripping down her wrinkled brow. As Kem stood up, Candace clapped and ran over to her. The second maid - Francine - gaped in awe. What took others an hour took her mere minutes. Kem remembered when she had to disguise herself as Opal the maid, to make sure the king wasn't plotting against her family, the Cartaine's. Being distanced from them plodded her forward, her will making her want to just go home.

"Opal!" Candace shouted out, hugging Kem. "That was amazing! How did you learn to do that?"

Kem frowned, uncomfortable with the close proximity between the two females. She lightly took the other maids hand off of her, and then smiled as genuine as she could. "Owen's been training me after hours. I have muscles now."

Rolling up her sleeve, Kem flexed. Although Opal did not have muscles, Kem did. It was one of the only thing that was hers on the foreign body she dwelled in. She had her strength, her magic, and her mind.

"You always seemed so frail," Francine commented gently. "What made you want to be...this way?"

Francine wore a kind expression, a hand on her heart showing her true curiosity. Candace only had sparkling spheres, excitement dancing throughout her. She wanted to be just like Kem.

"After I was hurt, I decided to be able to protect myself."

The older woman nodded. "I see. Well, evening is approaching. I'll see you two at dinner in a few hours. Please don't get into any trouble while I'm gone!" She called out, disappearing behind the corner of the castle wall.

With a deep breath, Kem walked away from Candace who seemed to be dripping with questions. She knew she would be bombarded at dinner, so she escaped while she could.

-

With the sun setting behind her, Kem sat in the rose garden, stray thorns scratching at her skin. She didn't notice as blood dripped down her thighs. Her mind was wandering as far as the eyes could see and as deep as the depth of her consciousness.

She wondered about her friends. Evannah's had contacted her the night before, demanding details and answers. Kem nearly cried as she saw her Pledge shed tears of worry and aching. Evannah's didn't cover up the amount of how much she was missing her shadow. "I want you to attend my wedding," Evannah sobbed. "I want to hug you, and tease you, and see you out the corner of my eye. I miss the way you would scare me around corners and make me laugh when you made mistakes."

"I'll be back, soon enough, sister," Kem had murmured.

While being sucked into her distant memory, Kem didn't notice the figure behind her. In an instant, their hands wrapped around her waist, covering her mouth. Kem screamed and thrashed as she was drug into an alleyway, and then dropped just as quickly.

"Who are you?" She shrieked, pulling out a dagger from her pocket and holding it up against their throat.

"Kemmy?" The voice whispered.

Kem's body froze in horror as moonlight now shone onto the mysterious kidnapper.

It was Roger.

The knife clattered to the ground, making her stomach lurch. His wide, jade eyes seemed to stare into her soul.

It took her no less than a moment to grab his hand and apparate them both into a spare bedroom. He blinked and stumbled, while she felt tears well up. The now blonde girl sat down on the neat bedding, Indian style. Her lips quivered as she felt so many things at once. Fear. Anger. Confusion. Love. Embarrassment. Shame. Sadness. She felt the bed dip beside her as Roger climbed on, facing her. He held up a paste, and rubbed it on her palm.

The air around Kem rippled, and her normal body had transformed back.

"Its undoing magic paste. You gave it to me a few years ago, remember?" Roger said gently, grasping her hands.

Kem nodded, and one droplet escaped. Roger pulled the small girl into his lap. She huddled into him, her shoulders shaking. He looked at her and felt within his soul that she was the one for him. She always would be. He loved her sparkling hazel eyes, and long brown locks. He adored the curve of her plump lips and her little nose. Her brown skin enticed him, as did her wonderfully endowed breasts, complimented by large, swaying hips.

Her strength was admirable.

Her passion was unmatched.

Her determination - inconceivable.

Roger's eyes seemed to visibly darken in desire. His eyes raked her over once again, lifting her chin with his forefinger. Kem stared at him as if he were the stars above her. He gently pushed her back on the mattress, his arms next to her head, hovering above her. The dark hair splayed around her. Roger couldn't help but lean down and inhale her intoxicating scent; a mixture of vanilla and bonfire. The scent of magic. His lips brushed her ear, causing her body to shiver in both want and excitement.

"Merlin, I've missed you so bad," he whispered breathy.

Kem wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She kissed his neck. "Me too," she murmured.

Rogers breath caught as his heart paused. Every movement of her warm body gave him chills. Her fingers tangled in his curly red mane, reaching down to his ears now.

"I need you, so much," he growled, nipping at her ear lobe.

Her lips parted softly, letting out a quiet gasp. She needed him as well.

His fingers danced at the edged of her maid gown, lifting it up and over her head. Her bare breasts were exposed, as well as her underwear. Roger stared hungrily and soaked in her wondrous beauty. She was not as thin as Evannah, not by a long shot, but her thicker body seemed even more attractive to a man like him. He ran his down down the valley of her bosom, her abdomen clenching as his stubble tickled her.

"Off," Kem demanded, pointing to his shirt and trousers. He obliged, exposing his naked figure to her. Neither of the two felt ashamed - they loved each other. No part of their body would cause them to shy away in their manic moment of reconciliation.

Running her smooth fingertips over Rogers chest, Kem bit her lip. After a moment, her orfices attached to him, kissing down the length of his toned form.

Soon enough Kem found herself on top of Roger, their lips intertwined in a burst of emotional collision. She grinded on the ginger man, causing him to growl and flip her to the bottom. Despite his burning lust, Roger was gentle as he roamed and discovered the body of his lover. He caressed her every peak and slopewhispering sweet words into her ear. Their every thought was consumed by the other; devoured by a fire sparked by the intensity of their passion.

It was as if their very souls merged and pulsed.

As Kem laid on Rogers chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat, she locked and disguised the doors with magic. Rogers soft snoring echoed in her ears.

"Don't leave tonight," he mumbled half asleep.

Kem kissed his freckled nose, burying her face inside of his neck. She inhaled the sweet lavender aroma, and sighed in content.

"I would never," she uttered.

—

Kem is in the picture above. I have like 30 chapters for her stpry

- chapter from a story I haven't posted before and might not -