I discovered the ability to step between the worlds when I was but a teen. The first time was an instinctive flight response to a threat (a mugger). ...It took me some time to figure out what had happened, and even more time to figure out how to get back - to control the stepping. With a little practice, stepping between the worlds was second nature, almost trivial - and so far as I could tell, without cost. I didn’t overuse the ability, just in case, but you may be sure I made use of it.So I. This was a sedan chair born by eight human males. Inside the sedan chair was a very bloated demon who only vaguely resembled a Erglet. We had no name for this individual because it was the first one any of us had ever seen. It was elaborately costumed, and my first thought was that it looked like a priest. I had no real basis for that impression, but that was the way it struck me.There were 12 Erglets along as what had to be a ceremonial guard because they did not yet really fear an attack by. So, honey, I hate to say it, but I can see why you’re frightened, but at the same time, don’t go overboard. Don’t let yourself forget all the things Jill has always said about her love for you, and all the ways she’s shown that love for you over the last eighteen months. And don’t forget how deep you and her roots go, and how deeply intertwined they are.”I looked across at this wonderful woman, tears in my eyes. I was still worried and fearful, but my tears weren’t for that reason. They were. The last time she had seen him he had been peeking out at her from his bedroom window. Although she would never admit it out loud, she liked the way he looked at her, like he was devouring her with his eyes. And sometimes, just sometimes, she would give him a little show, bending over deeply to give him a nice long look at either her round, full breasts, barely contained by her bikini top, or her heart-shaped ass, teasingly revealed by her tiny bikini bottoms. Her cheeks colored as she thought.