Taskill was slow in retrieving the other two. For all he knew their day was a good one and he was in no hurry to crash their mood.<br/>Up the steps and down the hallway the Ghillie Dhu took his time. He knew the exact rooms to find Midnight and Lyra but often he feigned perplexity. He wondered idly why "these two?" Midnight had a stubborn streak, as any young buck would. But Lyra was obedient and well-behaved. Perhaps that was Byrn's reason why...<br/>Taskill's thoughts were interrupted by his collision with a strong body. In his oblivion he had walked right into a speeding Midnight. He was lucky the alicorn was not in his true form! The powerful winged horse would have left Taskill in great pain. Now, instead he was simply slammed against the stallion's human form.<br/>Quickly he cooed and teased, recognizing that Midnight had been naughty. The male smelled of sex, and sex not with a mortal. Taskill scanted long nails down Midnight's arm and purred, "Just the stallion I was looking for...someone smells disobedient..."<br/>The few times that Byrn had forced this alpha male to take Taskill had secretly been pleasurable. Taskill adored dominate lovers and that stallion cock stuffed inside of him was very welcomed. Midnight probably found him twitchy and strange, as most people did, mortal or magic.<br/>His devious smile melted and he met Midnight's stark blue eyes with his own dark ones, "To the master's bedroom..." he sighed, "he summons us..."<br/>With one more touch he unwrapped himself from Midnight and returned to his path down the hall, eyes low. He turned back only once to add, "I would make haste."<br/>He had reached Lyra's door and he ran his nails up and down like a cat to get her attention. She was a shifter, with an animal-spirit. She would recognize the scratching on the door.<br/>"Lyra..." his deep voice traveled through the door, "Lyra, the master calls for us to his bedroom..."<br/>He rested his head on the door, adding softly, "I am sorry."<br/>None of it was his fault, of course. But he always felt inclined to apologize for Byrn. Byrn would never apologize for himself after all. He tried to reflect, to remember if Byrn had always been this cruel and pulled up a blank.<br/>"We should make haste," he repeated his warning to Lyra.<br/>Better early than late. He was protective of the shifters. They were animal-spirits and younger than himself. His love of beasts and innocence made him wish to shield them where he could. If they were late to Byrn's summoning they would be made to suffer even more. Perhaps they would be lucky. Usually where Taskill was concerned Byrn enjoyed "sharing" him with guests and other creatures...