Life as a New Hire, Warrior Prince, Volume VII

By James M. Dosher

As always Cáel's plans do not quite go as planned...While doing a little midnight nude spelunking with Miyako, the Ninja, Cáel discovers a supernatural scout for the 7PH. Cáel and Miyako meet with SD Charlotte and find a dead Amazon sentry. Charlotte raises the alarm while Miyako and Cáel rushed off to defend the booby trapped entrance bridge to the camp.
Fighting both mundane and supernatural forces they successfully protect the booby trapped bridge with the help of the resurrected Queen Shammuramat of Assyria. Shammuramat and Cáel directly attack the last three vehicles in the attacking 7PH convoy with Miyako protecting them from counter attack.
They are successful in destroying the last three vehicles and trapping the convoy as the lead vehicles trigger the bobby trap and are destroyed. The Amazon defenses and counter attack destroy or rout the remains of the 700 man attacking force. Post attack Cáel successfully negotiated an agreement with Shammuramat to ally with The Host pending resolution of her conflict with the High Priestess and the Council.
At the Camp the Amazon children are at risk. FBI Special Agent Virginia Maddox coordinates an airlift of several hundred of the youngest Amazon girls and their Amazon guardians thru the intersession Javiera and her contacts in US Government. Once the airlift departed the older girls, instructors and protectors evacuate by ground to an undisclosed location. Virginia stays behind to interface with the Federal forces coming to investigate the battle. Cáel and the rest of his posse, with the addition of Aya and her war band, and Shammuramat, fly back to NY.
During the flight back Shammuramat gives Cáel the news Miyako is carrying his daughter. When Cáel arrives back to the news of strikes against the Ninja and E&S wants another face to face. Cáel is named head of the Amazon Diplomatic Section by St. Marie and learns he has two other children, a boy and a girl, on the way. Hana expresses her concerns about losing contact with her family's extensive petrochemical holdings throughout Asia and asks Cáel to find out what he can.
At the E&S meeting Cáel learns Temüjin has declared Cáel Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege (Prince of Hungary and Transylvania) and a Prince of his People, part of Temüjin's family; then the bombshell fell. He learns war in Asia is being ignited by Temüjin, the first strike is Anthrax aimed at China's command and control. Temüjin has declared the Great Khanate, incorporating many former Mongol and Turk nations and peoples in the region and throwing off the shackles of China and ending 200 hundred years of extermination by the Han Chinese.
He realizes Temüjin's forces have taken control of Hana's assets in Asia, he quickly claims them as his property because Hana is his betrothed and wants it protected. In this way he shows E&S he has major assets at risk too and interest in the success of the Great Khanate.
While rushing back to Havenstone Cáel calls Hana and proposes marriage which she accepts understanding it has to do with protecting her family's interests in Asia.
A meeting is arranged between Javiera and US officials, including a China specialist, a Military Medical Specialist along with Great Britain's UN Rep (MI-6). After some initial asshole-ism by the senior US official it is resolved by Cáel's appointment as an Irish Diplomat and the asshole's arrest for striking a foreign government's Diplomat (Cáel.) The meeting with a mutual level of respect becomes productive, allowing Cáel to leave early to meet Hana.
Hana receives a House Ishara's heirloom necklace as Cáel's engagement gift rather than a ring plus she is now the 'presumptive' Princess of Hungary and Transylvania. A quick visit to inform and receive approval from Hana's father and one hot kiss later Cáel rushes off for a flight to Europe. He needs to find the lost Amazons of House Arinniti to fulfill Dot Ishara's wishes. In the meanwhile 'The Great Secret Societi

• Language: English
• Publisher: James M. Dosher
• Release date: Jun 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311409003

James M. Dosher

James Martin Dosher is a resident of North Carolina with his lovely wife Megan and familyHe attended North Carolina State Univ. and Wake Technical Community College in Raleigh, where he mastered typing, one of an author’s key skill sets.While growing up as a child of a military family he lived in various diverse Regions of North America; from Rhode Island, to Montreal, PQ, to New York City and Wilmington NC; were memorable.James put in time in the corporate world at UPS and Nortel, followed by a stint as an USPS rural mail carrier. James found the rural mail route enjoyable while he knew he wasn't the best. He moved on to be an author with a loyal following and now is working on several yarns with four volumes ready to hit the market in 2015.

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Life as a New Hire

Warrior Prince

Volume VII

Copyright 2013 James M. Dosher]

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Adult Content Warning

Life as a New Hire, Warrior Prince, Volume VII the seventh part of the saga Life as a New Hire, The 84 day internship of Cáel Nyilas in Twelve Volumes (LNH); this is a work of creative fiction with few ties to normal reality.

This fantasy melodrama attempts to weave the absurd into a facsimile of real life to entertain and amuse the reader. There is use of extreme language, descriptions of sex acts, and violence if this is offensive Do Not Read.

All sexually active characters are eighteen years of age or older.

Mythical creatures, mythical and historic deities and super natural phenomena all are depicted as reality in this saga, a fictional alternate reality. Characters depicted in the LNH are fictional characters and do not represent any real people.

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"This adult fictional work may contain descriptions of various different types of consensual sex, sexual kinks, violence, staged combat, criminal behavior, warfare and terrorism.

No real human, animal, or AI was harmed in order to gain the technical inspiration for this tale."

James M. Dosher

Author

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Table of Contents

Adult Content Warning

Acknowledgments

Cover Credits

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

About James M. Dosher

Other books by James M. Dosher

Connect with James M. Dosher

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Acknowledgments

This work would not exist with the support of family and friends

This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned.

You can do wrong while trying to do right.

Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and ne'er-do-wells.

Thanks to NM for his help with Magyar terminology and titles and Budapest advice.

There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize to Homer and the countless singers before him who carried the Iliad down through the dark centuries until the Greeks figured out how writing works.

'Here be Dragons' wasn't always a tourist gimmick.

The highest cost of losing a war is the rage of your children.

There are two distinct phases of falsehood. In the first, you realize you can lie to those closest to you. In the second, you realize you shouldn't.

This time, I owe thanks to two people who created two key elements of this story. It wouldn't exist without them.

Either you embrace Change and are destroyed by it, or you resist Change and are overwhelmed by it. What is your choice?

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Cover Credits

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Cover Elements:

Amazonomachia: fight between Greek warriors and Amazons. Marble, sarcophagus panel, ca. 160–170 CE. Located at Vatican Museum Museo Pio-Clementino, Octagon, Apollon Hall, Rome Italy

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Prologue

In Volume VI

Cáel escapes New York to visit the daughter of his heart, Aya, at Summer Camp. The trip involves a sealed jet, a jeep convoy with four SD bodyguards, a MI6 agent, a FBI Special Agent, a Ninja, and Pamela (senior citizen assassin mentor). Cáel looks forward to a relaxing visit, a bit of horseback riding, unwinding by the pool watching bikini clad bodies; boy is he wrong...As always Cáel's plans do not quite go as planned...

While doing a little midnight nude spelunking with Miyako, the Ninja, Cáel discovers a supernatural scout for the 7PH. Cáel and Miyako meet up with SD Charlotte and discover an Amazon sentry dead. Charlotte is to sound the alarm while Miyako and Cáel rushed off to defend the booby trapped entrance bridge to the camp.

Fighting both mundane and supernatural forces they successfully protect the booby trapped bridge with the help of the resurrected Queen Shammuramat of Assyria. Shammuramat and Cáel directly attack the last three vehicles in the attacking 7PH convoy with Miyako protecting them from counter attack.

They are successful in destroying the last three vehicles and trapping the convoy as the lead vehicles trigger the bobby trap and are destroyed. The Amazon defenses and counter attack destroy or rout the remains of the 700 man attacking force. Post attack Cáel successfully negotiated an agreement with Queen Shammuramat to ally with The Host pending resolution of her conflict with the High Priestess and the Council.

The Camp is no longer safe and the Amazon children are at risk, FBI Special Agent Virginia Maddox coordinates an airlift of several hundred of the youngest Amazon girls and their Amazon guardians thru the intersession of Federal Prosecutor Javiera and her other contacts within US Government. Once the airlift departed the older girls and their instructors and protectors evacuate by ground transportation to an unknown safer location. Virginia stays behind to interface with the Federal forces coming to investigate the battle. Cáel and the rest of his posse, with the addition of Aya and her war band, the Fatal Squirts, and Shammuramat, head out on his jet to return to NY.

During the flight back Shammuramat gives Cáel the news Miyako is carrying his daughter. Cáel arrives back to the news of strikes against the Ninja 7 Families and Earth and Sky wants another face to face with him. Also Cáel is named head of the Amazon Diplomatic Section by St. Marie and learns he has two other children, a boy and a girl, on the way. Hana expresses her concerns about losing contact with her family's extensive petrochemical holdings throughout Asia and asks Cáel to find out what he can.

At the E&S meeting Cáel learns Temüjin has declared Cáel Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege (Prince of Hungary and Transylvania) and a Prince of his People, part of Temüjin's family; then the bombshell fell. He learns war in Asia is being ignited by Temüjin, the first strike is Anthrax aimed at China's command and control. Temüjin has declared the Great Khanate, incorporating many former Mongol and Turk nations and peoples in the region and throwing off the shackles of China and ending 200 hundred years of extermination by the Han Chinese.

He realizes Temüjin's forces have taken control of Hana's assets in Asia, he quickly claims them as his property because Hana is his fiancée and wants them protected. In this way he shows E&S he has major assets at risk too and interest in the success of the Great Khanate.

While rushing back to Havenstone Cáel calls Hana and proposes marriage which she accepts understanding it has to do with protecting her family's interests in Asia.

Once the Host's leadership was informed a meeting is arranged between Javiera and US officials, including a China specialist and a Military Medical Specialist along with Great Britain's UN Rep (MI-6). After some initial asshole-ism by the senior US official it is resolved by Cáel's appointment as an Irish Diplomatic Representative and the asshole's arrest for striking a foreign government's Diplomat (Cáel). The meeting continues with the inclusion of Cáel's Irish aunts. The meeting now with a mutual level of respect becomes productive allowing Cáel to leave early to meet Hana.

Hana receives an heirloom necklace from House Ishara's treasury from Cáel as an engagement gift rather than a ring and learns she is now the 'presumptive' Princess of Hungary and Transylvania." A quick visit to inform and receive the approval from Hana's father and one hot kiss later Cáel rushes off for a flight to Europe. He needs to find the lost Amazons of House Arinniti to fulfill Dot Ishara's wishes. In the meanwhile The Great Secret Societies shift to an all-out war footing.

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Chapter One

39000 Feet above Atlantic

When my family's side and my companions finally settled down for some sleep, I was left wide awake, the memories of hundreds of years seeping into my conscious mind. These were amusing, frightening and sad. Grandpa Cáel/Alal lived a life full of pain - both given and received. He spent an inordinate amount of time looking at children.

Since I had his memories, not his personality, I needed to decipher their emotional context. The dominant themes were sadness, jealousy and anger. Immortality wasn't a future. Immortality was continued existence. And only through his eyes did I begin to see the difference. A family meant a future. Offspring meant a future. Sarrat Irkalli stole that from him.

Alal tried fostering children. He even adopted infants who knew no other father. It was always that same dark journey that he walked with everyone he ever loved. They died, either at the hands of his enemies, or from the passage of time. It became too much to bear, so he gave up trying to bond with humanity.

I developed a newfound sense of sympathy for him. I was also terrified by the way his mind evolved and was even more convinced I must kill him...which was what he wanted me to try. Why? Fear. Having lived for so long and suffered so much, Phobos was a distant memory for him. He experienced physical and emotional agony so many times that it lost all reference to him.

Grandpa wanted to fight me, then he wanted to kill me. He couldn't bring order to humanity's perpetual state of chaos if he was finally, really dead. I received these memories from him, but not the actual experience. Maybe if I trained for 100 years, which was 99 fewer years than he was going to give me, I would approach his skill. Aunt Kelly interrupted my introspection.

Do you mind if I sleep beside you? she asked. She was going through some minor tremors.

Sure thing, I replied softly. I scooted over and held up the thin blanket I was sheltering under. Kelly snuggled in on the - it was a cot, not a bed. I cut through the confusion by letting her head come to rest on my right biceps (I was on my right side).

Kelly moved closer allowing me to run my hand from the top of her right thigh, along her hip then over to her back. As my fingers worked up her spine in a zigzag pattern, she started kissing me on the lips. Tongues played, chests pressed together and our legs intertwined. Kelly was athletic and vigorous, yet clearly driving under the influence - my scent was making her unstable.

Despite her ferocious nature, after stripping off her clothes, Kelly quickly rolled onto her stomach then brought her knees up in the classic 'ass up' sexual position. The last thing I wanted to do was to be a cheap replacement for Grandpa. When I was naked, I manhandled Kelly up and on top of me. There was nothing wrong with her instincts once she was there.

Kelly took my cock in her hand and rubbed it against her gushing labia in a heartbeat. Penetration came in one liquid, friction-intense plunge. My aunt wasted no time letting the whole plane know she was in sexual bliss.

I had a massive sexual legacy to live up to and Kelly gave every indication that one orgasm wasn't nearly enough.

I licked, sucked and teased every millimeter of her scrumptious breasts and teats. She moaned from deep within her diaphragm in one long litany of limitless carnality. Kelly responded by giving me frantic kisses, bitten lips and twisting my nipples as she raced to her second orgasm. (There is no rest for the wicked.) Finally, Kelly shifted to a spooning position.

The second time I entered her, we were less frantic and more sensual. It was an unhurried, pleasant pussy penetration accompanied by plenty of kisses along her shoulders and neck. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies. I got Kelly to play with her tits while I grabbed her hips and began hammering away. I told her I was close.

Kelly picked up her self-stimulation and started pushing her butt back to meet my thrusts. My climax built up and up until I felt my penis taking on the role of a fire hose in a five alarm fire. Cum kept shooting out, strand after strand of my seed painted her vaginal walls. My Aunt and I were panting like greyhounds at the end of an epic race. I was developing a positive view of our encounter.

She twisted her body around, my spent phallus fell out of her pussy and she positioned her body so that we were face to face once more.

She also killed my happy. Sex with you is far better than it ever was with Father, Kelly gasped. Killed it big time.

I don't see you as Blood, Kelly. I see you as the wonderful woman you are, I lied to her.

(Cough) Bullshit, (Cough) I heard from Pamela's direction.

Hey, Old Lady, I groused. Do you need a lozenge?

No, Pamela snorted. What I need is for you to use a ball-gag on the next one you wear out. I think most of us are trying to get some sleep.

With some effort and consideration, I managed to add sex with Deidre to my rapidly lengthening list of post-collegiate sins. Unfortunately, being around my mother's sisters was dredging up all kinds of memories I wish I didn't now have. By the grace of Kimberly, my mentor, I had a strong impulse to remember every bit of information during a love-making session so I could build a picture of that lover's idiosyncrasies later.

While I may be a lousy, cheating son of a bitch, I was a compassionate member of the breed and so 95+% of all my female memories were pleasant ones. But I now held a host of new memories, courtesy of Grandpa Alal (I decided I was going to be the one and only 'Cáel' in this family; fuck Grandpa and his seniority) that didn't mesh with my normal modus operandi.

These were his cold, calloused assessments of people - his own flesh and blood - as tools, biological devices designed for certain tasks. He was prepared to dispose of any of them at a moment's notice. I didn't have the emotional background for this discovery. Only my love of women helped guide me towards the truth.

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Flashback

Alal's 'milk of human kindness' finally ran dry as the Visigoths sacked his Roman villa. While looters ran off with his latest trappings of wealth, and deserted by his servants and his slaves, Grandpa decided that he was tired of fucking around with the Human Race. He felt they were simply too stupid, venal and weak to make any positive, lasting changes in the world.

Alal decided he was going to make the key choices for them.

Fuck free will. Fuck letting the vermin that floated to the top of the cesspool destroy everything good in the world...as he had witnessed them doing time and time again. He had lost count of the monuments destroyed, histories of peoples forgotten and benefits to mankind burned away by barbarism and ignorance.

By the fading light of August the 26th, 410 CE, Alal found himself sitting back in the pergola (a sort of mini-gazebo) in his rear gardens, drinking through several amphora of wine; all the while having a deep philosophical debate with the several dozen very dead Goths decorating his environs.

As three or four looters would enter the garden, he would kill them. And then three or four more would show up looking for the earlier group...on and on. This reinforced Alal's belief something drastic needed to be done.

He seriously considered going to the coast, getting a ship and five solid stone anchors. He'd sail out two days...maybe three, wrap himself in the anchors and jump overboard. The problem, as he saw it, was that given a few decades, the ropes would rot and he'd bob to the surface to see again that none of the fundamentals had changed.

Further complicating his current thinking was that every time he came close to throwing in the cosmic towel, some more GOD DAMN GOTHS would come around, calling for their buddies - the dead ones. Somewhere around noon on August the 27th, Alal vowed that he was tired of this shit.

Right on cue, around twenty Goths came strolling through the rear of his villa and soaked up the carnage out back. Fifty-two of their brethren were in various states of dismemberment and defilement (Alal had been, as usual, angry). They saw this dark-skinned Roman and rightly asked 'where's the army that killed these fellows?' He walked up to them in his wine-splashed toga.

Are you the one in charge? he asked the meanest looking Visigoth in passable Goth.

I am, the leader responded. With lightning speed, he killed the man with his own sword. The Germans weren't sure what to make of that, it happened so fast.

You can join me, Alal indicated himself, or you can join him, he indicated the corpse of their former leader. This was the start of his new band of followers and the rest was Illuminati history.

End Flashback

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For me, this meant more to me than living with the memories of a very bitter, driven and pitiless man. Alal was essentially the anti-me. It gave me chills to realize that all of Alal's gifts were bestowed on me with a purpose. I knew it was part of his greater plan. Normally, to end-run an evil genius, you just find him and kill him. Not only would Alal not stay dead, I now knew how well he could fight.

I knew only four people who might be in his league ... and I wasn't one of them. Of the four, Sakuniyas wasn't likely to help Pamela, St. Marie and Elsa get the job done. That meant I was going to rev up the deception engine to comfort my Aunts with hope, while dispelling the knowledge of how little they mattered to their sire. Almost as bad, I needed to ignore what horribly people they were while extending that portion of my soul. It was with some relief that I hugged, kissed, and forcefully separated myself from the Aunts in Dublin.

We were going on to Budapest's Ferenc Liszt International Airport. My next action was to make my request to Selena for a contract with the Ghost Tigers to defend Hana when she arrived in Russia. (Of the three 9 Clan Assassin-Babes, Selena was the least impressed with me.) She informed me that the Ghost Tigers didn't do bodyguard work. I still wanted her to relay my request, so she relented. After that - I passed out.

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Chapter Two

Not the welcome we expected

We left Dublin around 9:30 am Friday morning and landed in Budapest at 1:45 pm. - still Friday. Rachel rousted me so I could grab a quick shower before touchdown.

I was gifted with the misconceptions of my fellow travelers. To put it nicely, Riki thought I was somewhat revolting, Virginia was disturbed and Chaz lowered his opinion of my moral character. It was the incest thing. Vincent being polite was a pleasant surprise, Delilah's camaraderie less so and Odette was peaches with my most recent sexcapades. She was far too good to me. The Amazons uniformly didn't give a crap.

So, is there going to be any other bizarre behavior we should be prepared for? Riki sat down next to me as I was drying my hair. I was back to my 'jeans, t-shirt and wind-breaker' style.

Fine... I said loudly. It is really none of your business what I did with and to my mother's clones. Yes, they are all clones of my mother - who died when I was seven. A lie.

They are also the genetic creations of my grandfather, also known by many as Cáel O'Shea. They are sterile, they are wickedly evil, and two weeks ago I didn't know they existed. I do have a real aunt in Maryland. She's my Father's sister and is not part of the menagerie. Oh yeah, my grandpa is currently a disembodied spirit, back from the Netherworld and looking for a body to take over ... if he hasn't found one already, I added.

"He was born roughly five thousand