Brad Bardulf: Firebird Plume Quest

Katica, “Tommie say yes to this. I need your support. Say yes and I will not charge your breakfast… for a week.”

“Katica, why not. I always wanted to see that manor and since you asked my help for the very first time, I can’t say refuse.”

She tittered and came closer to hug me. She put her hands around me and hugged. She whispered, “Thanks Tommie.” Then she looked at me and in that moment of stillness, I looked into her hazel eyes. Soon I could feel my lips nudging against hers. In that stillness, we gently kissed with my eyes closed. Before she could clench my neck again, I stopped and moved away.

“Katica, I have to go now and call my husband.” I smiled and stood up. She smiled back at me while sitting down. She blushed and her face turned crimson red.

I quickly walked away and got inside my room, and adjusted my pants because my cock was ripping through my pants as an awkward bulge. When I was adjusting my bulge, I felt sticky and checked through my briefs and it was wet with precum.

Chapter 6

The following Friday, Katica and I arrived at the Koroskem Manor. The afternoon sky was bright and Katica informed me about me taking charge of the library. I volunteered to help Katica in the ball room. I wanted to take a repeated view of the main passages, rooms and the libraries, and eventually get access to the Firebird plume.

Katica was dressed in black with her dress ending at her knee. Her hair was tied into plaits and her lips painted with bright maroon lipstick. I wore a black tuxedo with a black bow tie. I had neatly combed my hair to have a hairstyle of a gentleman.

The party started around 6 o’ clock in the evening and Katica managed the ball room with some of the other catering men. I managed the library area serving drinks and appetizers. The library was large but incredibly hot from the fireplace. I was sure the witch cult might avoid this room as the room was definitely not cooling down. The hot room gave me an erection. After a while I ran out of appetizers and went out to refill my plate to serve the guests again. I pondered over the passages again looking for the plume.

After about an hour, I moved into the other small library to accommodate some other guests. This library room was rather cooler. There I noticed a small, very pale blue glass jar with some dried leaves on the top book shelf. When the guests weren’t looking, I looked into the glass jar and it was dried sage leaves. I looked through it and saw some feathers. I remembered Brad telling me about sage and hawk feathers with precious stones covering the Firebird plume.

The guests retired to the ball room for dinner around 7 o’ clock. I was cleaning the champagne glasses. Before exiting the room, I picked up the blue jar. I placed it on the floor as it was very heavy. I separated the sage and hawk feathers. It was covered with uneven bright blue stones. I knew they were the Tanzanite stones. I separated the stones and saw several small auburn feathers buried in between the Tanzanite stones. Here were the Firebird plumes and they were all just an inch long. I picked seven plumes and placed them inside my coat jacket and covered the rest with stones, feathers and sage. With my shivering hands, I placed the heavy jar back on the shelf.

I left the champagne glasses back in the kitchen with the caterers and messaged Katica that I had to leave Koroskem Manor because the heat made me uncomfortable. I knew that I lied because I had to leave the manor after collecting my possession. She did not reply. Probably, she was serving the witches and their cult in the ball room.

Chapter 7

I came home and placed the auburn plume into a metal box. It discreetly hid inside my trolley suitcase. I loosened my bow tie and then I poured myself some water to drink. I sat on the bed and narrated the whole event to my werewolf husband. Brad was very proud of this accomplishment and booked my tickets back to Vancouver. Brad hinted that he had something to explain to me but he will tell me when we would meet.

Around midnight, I heard a knock. I immediately knew it was Katica. She hadn’t replied back to my message earlier. I opened the door. She stood there with her blonde curls let down and still perfect with her maroon lips. I let her in and kept the door ajar.

She said, “You did not stay for dinner.”

“No. I couldn’t stay there. The rooms were too warm,” I claimed.

The ajar door swung back and closed due to some draught, and she moved closer to me and said, “Thanks for your help. This dinner is so important for the catering business.”

I wanted to say something but she opened her lips to close on mine. Thus I closed my eyes too and we started to kiss. A moment later I stopped and said, “I am married and gay. I can’t sorry.”

She came closer and said, “Of course you can be gay but your penis is too excited for me.”

Months of no physical touch and the sudden sweet touch of Katica started to move something inside my briefs. I had already popped an erection through my black pants. She kissed me holding my neck and I squeezed her ass, and we continued to kiss.

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