As I have been doing a slow editing run on my whole story, I've decided to add a little chapter index as well. 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The temperature was just moderate enough that even the protective clothing I was wearing was not too hot, so long as I was not slowly crawling along through town. I decided to drive along one of my favorite roads. Its flowing curves allowed me to really feel the road as I smoothly leaned into them. I had driven this road so many times, I was comfortable even when the lush greenery on the side of the road stopped me from seeing what was coming ahead. Of course, I had not considered the stupidity some people exhibit when they sit behind a steering wheel. As I passed the apex of one of these curves and stared at the Toyota driving on the wrong side of the road. The last thing I could think about before the world turned to black was how that bastard had the audacity to honk at me. --- When color returned to the world my heart was racing and I was shouting at the top of my lungs before realizing I was not about to become a smear on the road. This led me to consider my surroundings and the panic I had just started to stave off started to return as I realized there was no road. There was no lush green scenery either. Nothing but desert stretched out around me as far as the eye could see. How could this be? Where was I? How did I get here? How do I get back? These questions hammered through my mind and in failing to find an answer to any of them my panic only increased. My state of panic and confusion lasted for a fair few minutes. When I eventually calmed down I noticed just how uncomfortable I was from the high temperature and my very inappropriate, warm clothing. I quickly removed my gloves, helmet, jacket, kidney belt and boots, hesitating only in removing my pants. Don’t be stupid, these pants are the worst offender of them all, I thought to myself. There was no one nearby anyway and walking around in boxers seemed preferable to steam cooking my legs. The only clothes I put back on were my boots, as the desert sand was unbearably hot otherwise. Step two was to take stock of my possessions, and I realized with a hint of anxiety that my motorcycle was nowhere to be seen. Upon further inspection, I found that beside my bike, I was also missing my phone and most of the cards in my wallet. “Great, so if I do find my way back to civilization I’ll have to make due with a couple of Euros, how could that go wrong?” Finally, I found that my possessions added up to a non-functioning wristwatch, my entirely inappropriate clothing, a set of keys and my wallet containing some cash, ID and useless clutter. So, whoever took me here also took everything that could help me now, , I thought and let out a resigned sigh. Now that I had taken stock of my possessions, the only real thing left to do was to start walking, only I had no idea which direction I should take. I dimly thought that my first priority should be finding a source of water, but since I had no way of being sure which way I could find such a thing, that really was a moot point. In the end, I just picked up the clothing I had discarded earlier, rolled them into a ball as best I could and started walking. -- I didn’t know if I had ever been this thirsty. I cursed my tendency to not drink a lot during the day, but mostly in the evening and night instead. Maybe I would not be so thirsty if it weren’t for that. Then again, this could not possibly be the same day I had taken my ride. It had already been evening and wherever I was had to be far from home. No deserts in northern Europe. Looking at my broken watch told me exactly nothing, but did not stop me from compulsively looking at it every few minutes. Walking in the loose sand was hell as I felt the strength being drained from my legs. When the sun started to set, I felt as though I had been walking for at least 10 hours, which meant that it likely was much less than that. This at least allowed me to orient myself. I might not be able to tell the cardinal directions during midday, but the sun sets in the west, which means so long as I had not been walking in circles, I had been walking west. This insight could only lift my spirit slightly though. I had no idea if west was a good direction to be walking and if I did not find water soon it would not matter anyway. The body can survive for a fair amount of time without food, but without hydration I’d encounter more severe problems than just feeling thirsty soon. Already I was experiencing light-headedness and if my memory did not betray me I would be experiencing nausea and muscle spasms within a day or two, with death not far behind. In addition to my thirst I thoroughly regretted having recently surrendered the fight with my receding hairline and shaved my head for the first time. Every bit of exposed skin was burned, but the sunburn on my head was in an entirely different league. All this didn’t matter though, I was just too exhausted to continue. Not knowing or caring what would constitute a good resting place, I rolled up at the feet of a dune to rest. Numbly I thought that it might have been a good idea to rest during the day and travel at night while the sun was not trying to fry me alive, but there was no way I was going to walk through the night and staying put for the next day would almost certainly mean death. I woke in the middle of the night to a chilling drop in temperature and for the first time that day I was thankful for the thick clothing that I had dragged along with me. |
mugen91Feb 3, 2:16 PM
| Welcome to the MSG. I'm happy to see a new story start! As for some feedback: - The chapter seems solid - The English looks fine; there wasn't anything that particularly stood out to me, but I have to admit that I'm not an native speaker - It seems you landed in Ahmose, one of the things there is that newcomers get magically a clearly visible mark on their hand that signifies that they are a guest there. Dunno if that applies to newly arrived humans as well, though. Perhaps @emeraldtryst can shed some more light on that Good start, can't wait to see chapter 2. |
| Thanks for the feedback. Ahmose is indeed where I landed and the visitor's mark is there, the MC is just a bit to preoccupied with his current situation for the moment and hasn't noticed yet. I've got a few chapter pre written and think I'll try a weekly posting schedule for now, depending on what frequency I manage to write new chapters. |
Chapter 2 When I awoke again I was feeling even more miserable. My head was pounding, my burned skin ached and my throat was dryer than I ever imagined possible. I noticed a circular pale glowing mark on my hand that I did not remember or did not notice the previous day. That was a mystery for another time though. My immediate survival needs took precedence. To protect my head from further bombardment by the sun that would soon be blazing again I draped the kidney belt around my head all the while cursing myself for not thinking of it yesterday. And so, with the sun in my back I continued my quest to quench my thirst. Considering the sun, it was perhaps around noon and my walk could barely be described as such anymore. With every step I took the sand seemed to grasp at my feet more insistently, urging me to stay where I was and give up. It was then that I spotted two figures moving in between two sand dunes in the distance. My spirit surged at the sight and I started waving and shouting. Or at least I tried. The pitiful sound that came out of my parched throat could hardly be called a shout before I broke into a coughing fit. When I regained control of myself though, it seemed like my attempts to make myself seen had been successful, as I saw the figure moving towards me. With rescue in sight, the sheer stress that had kept me going until now lifted somewhat and I felt my legs giving out underneath me. Loss of consciousness followed soon after. When I woke up again I found myself lying in a tent. No, not a tent, just a cloth stretched over me for shade. I still felt miserable, but my throat was not nearly as parched as earlier, my headache had minimally subsided and the shade was heavenly. I was left with severe sunburns on my legs, arms and head and exquisite muscle aches, courtesy of walking through loose sand for hours. Though for a moment I was feeling nothing but content lying in the shade and not feeling terribly thirsty. Still alive, who’d have thought. Now I just have to figure out where the hell I am and how to get back home. Perhaps whoever had saved me could also provide some answers. “I can hear you’re awake, how about you come out here?“ The voice was female. My mind was still fuzzy and what I really wanted was to stay put. Nonetheless I sluggishly came out from underneath the cloth to meet my benefactors. Sitting outside were two women and upon seeing them, I felt some worry creeping into the back of my mind. On the left was a petite woman with golden-brown skin and short dark hair. On the right was a tall, muscular woman with bronzed skin and shoulder length light brown hair. Both of them wore outfits that seemed entirely unfit for the desert, showing excessive skin. The petite woman wore what looked like some sort of golden Armor straight out of a fantasy RPG. It was covering her breasts and her legs up to mid-thigh, as well as something that seemed shaped after a beetle shell on her back. The tall woman wore little more than a belt strapped across her chest, which I could easily see fail to keep her impressive bust in check. This did not give me pause however. What did, was that the tall woman’s legs were covered in fur and ended in hoofs, rather than feet. She also had a tail and horns sprouting from her head and her ears were looking eerily like those of a cow. Another glance at the petite woman revealed that her legs too were rather strange. Instead of something conforming to the shape of a normal foot, I saw that the Armor on the legs ended in insectoid like feet. With further alarm, I registered the spear lying next to the petite woman and an absurdly large axe next to the tall woman. Before I could follow my first impulse to retreat, the tall woman spoke up. “Rarely have I seen such foolishness. What kind of idiot wanders around the desert without any provision or proper protection? Were you trying to kill yourself or just trying to get caught by bandits? If you weren’t a visitor this might easily be construed as a man shirking his Hemu duties.” “Excuse me?” There were so many questions swirling in my mind. Where am I? How do I get home? What bandits? Who are you? What’s a Hemu? At the same time I was annoyed at this woman for giving me shit. Before I could speak up though, the petite woman did. “Slow down Lea, he looks quite confused.” And then looking at me she asked,“ Maybe you could tell us where you were going?” “I don’t really know, mostly I was trying to find my way back to civilization.” “We are close to the city of Umbra.” she offered. I drew a blank on that name, but having a city close by was good news. “Is there an airport in this Umbra? No wait, first of all, what country is this?” Where might you find hoofed women? Are they the product of some scientific experimentation? At least they don’t seem to be hostile… This drew a concerned look from both, as though I had just asked what color the sky was. “We are in Ahmose”, said the tall woman finally. That did not ring a bell. “Is there any way for me contact the German embassy in Umbra?” No Credit card, no passport, I’ll need help to get back home. “What embassy?” “Germany? Beer? Bratwurst and Sauerkraut? Lederhosen?” For once I did not mind playing into the stupid bavarian stereotypes. But seriously? Who doesn’t at least know the name of the country? They looked at me like I was some crazy person. I shot a worried look at Lea’s, the tall woman’s, hoofs. As realization dawned on the petite woman’s face, I almost felt a bit of relief until she said. “Either he’s gone crazy from the sun or he’s an outlander.” “What’s an outlander?” At this point I wasn’t sure which of the possibilities she offered sounded less appealing. If I was crazy or just hallucinating it would explain their… exotic features. “Are you sure you’re from this place called Germany?”, the petite woman asked instead. Rather than answering, I retrieved my wallet from my pants, lying on the ground, and produced my ID, trying to ignore the knot that was trying to form in my stomach. “Here”, I pointed to it, “Federal Republic of Germany.” “In that case I have bad news for you”, she said after throwing a curious look at the little plastic card. “You will not be able to return home.” |
mugen91Sep 25, 2022 12:54 PM
| Hey, good to see someone joining :3 or stopping lurking at least I suppose. Especially Europeans to balance out the dirty Americans >:) Your writing's good. I'm not reading anything that's really distracting from your story, although I'm not a native speaker either. As for chapter length and color, that's all up to you. These were some two good starting chapters. I like the level of details you put. Keep at it :3 |
| I can imagine there being a large complex in Umbra that is filled with harpies and is being referred to as Umbra Airport :-P |
| Haha, wouldn't that be great. I imagine they have rather strict policies on the amount of luggage you can bring on your flight :D |
mugen91 said: Haha, wouldn't that be great. I imagine they have rather strict policies on the amount of luggage you can bring on your flight :D You can always pay for extra luggage, and the best thing is you don't even need money for that :-D |
| Welcome to Ahmose, mugen. Hope you survive! The language is fine, no glaring mistakes as previous posters have said. And I am a native speaker, and a particularly skilled one at that. :) I suspect that your English is a great deal better than my German -- ich kenne nur ein bisschen. So far so good on what has happened in the story so far. The chapter length is a bit short; there isn't much room for much of anything to happen. OTOH the chapters aren't so long as to be difficult reads, so that's a plus. You seem to be doing a good job of breaking the chapters into discrete scenes. I look forward to learning what happens next! |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
Ocu said: Hey, good to see someone joining :3 or stopping lurking at least I suppose. Especially Europeans to balance out the dirty Americans >:) Is there really such a big imbalance? I'm not 100% sure if Ill keep up the coloring, the editing is quite annoying, especially if chapter length should increase in the future and if there are dialogue heavy chapters. But then again, it is a useful crutch in determining who is speaking when there are 3 or even more people involved in the dialogue at once :) tygertyger said: I suspect that your English is a great deal better than my German -- ich kenne nur ein bisschen. ein bisschen is a lot more than most people can do in german :) As for the english, I credit the internet and having studied in english - in that order :) tygertyger said: So far so good on what has happened in the story so far. The chapter length is a bit short; there isn't much room for much of anything to happen. OTOH the chapters aren't so long as to be difficult reads, so that's a plus. You seem to be doing a good job of breaking the chapters into discrete scenes. Right now I'm following the recommendation in the MSG Introduction thread to keep the chapter length between 800-1500 words. I personally enjoy the text walls that some of the writers here tend to put out, but I also know that some people don't like them as much. In the future there might be lengthier chapter though, I'll have to see how it goes :) |
Chapter 3 That was some hard news to stomach. Never going home? Why not? “We can tell you all you need to know for the moment. But first of all, would you tell us your name? I am called Amunta and this is Lea,” said the petite woman, pointing to the tall woman. ”My name is Sönke. Nice to meet you, I guess.” “Likewise”, said Amunta with a genuine smile, gesturing for me to sit down. “You are currently close to the city of Umbra, the capital of the domain of Lord Ahmose. You are not in the world you know anymore. This world is mostly populated by a variety of different people that are collectively called monsters or mamono. You were very lucky that it was us you have run into, most others might’ve just taken you for their own.” That surprised me. “Taken me? For what?” “For sex of course”, said Lea, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Wouldn’t corresponding male monsters be more suitable for that?”, I asked, flustered. This elicited laughter from both of them, leaving me to wonder what could be so funny about what I said. “That would be quite unlikely, mamono are exclusively female”, Amunta finally said after calming down. “That’s why most will not hesitate when presented with a chance to secure a man. It is the only way for us to reproduce and satiate our… desires. This is especially true since mamono are overwhelmingly in the majority compared to you humans. There are even those that can survive on a diet of nothing but human spirit energy. All of this together leads to a strong caving for men.” “What energy?” “It is an energy that all humans produce and Mamono can… extract.” I remained silent for a moment as I was trying to digest this information. It sounded like a bad joke. Or some kind of porn scenario. “You said I was lucky to have met you first? Does that mean you will not ‘just take me’?” “We are a patrol unit in the service of Lord Ahmose. As such, we uphold her laws. This mark shows you are a visitor and not one of the Hemu”, Amunta pointed at the pale glowing mark on the back of my hand. “This means none are allowed to take you without your agreement, even if they were Akhet.” Lea then added in a husky voice. “If you would like to show yourself grateful for your rescue though, we would certainly indulge you”. Damn, she’s not pulling her punches. They were both beautiful women and if not for my state of exhaustion and the bizarreness of the situation I’d have likely just taken her up on that offer. But I needed to learn more about my situation, even if my brain was still hamstrung by the effects of dehydration. “You mentioned the word Hemu a few times. What does it mean?” With a hint of annoyance in her voice, Lea said “There is a system currently in place that separates the citizens of Ahmose into either Akhet or Hemu. Akhet are honored citizens and have achieved this status through service to land and lord. The Hemu are those who have not yet served enough to warrant Akhet status. Hemus have a duty to work for the restoration of the land. An Akhet can be recognized by the harvest moon mark on their hand, while a Hemu will lack such a mark”, both showed off their hands, not bearing any mark. “In practice the majority of the population is not Akhet. The system has not been in use for long, meaning that only those who have distinguished themselves in special ways have earned this status. Although there are cases where handing out this title is a matter of politics, I believe. Individuals with enough influence may be granted the title simply because not doing so could cause further harm to the land or hinder the rebuilding effort.” “And what exactly are these services to the land in practice?”, I asked. “For a Mamono to achieve and maintain Akhet status there are different ways. She must hold a recognized profession for at least 20 years, serve as a peacekeeper for no less than 10 years, or volunteer as part of the war restoration effort. Bearing a child also confers Akhet status and guarantees the rights of the Akhet for 10 years.” “And how does a human gain this status?” “A woman may join the priesthood to immediately be conferred Akhet status. They are honored and showered with luxury. That is because they are the only ones who can produce more humans. They are also even rarer than men”, Amunta explained. Then, with a quick smile she added. “But I suppose you are interested in how to achieve Akhet status for yourself. Men need only sire two human children. You may also apprentice yourself to a master of a recognized profession. For the duration of your apprenticeship your master will be the only one allowed to use you. Afterwards, as long as you maintain that profession and remain in good standing you will have Akhet status.” “But what exactly does being a Hemu entail for me?”. From her description, it sounded like both Akhet and Hemu were expected to work for the land. “I suppose the biggest difference for you would be that Hemu are not allowed to refuse when propositioned for intercourse by an Akhet. With the exception of those apprenticed to a master. In that case they may not refuse their master. Also, while you are expected to work for the benefit of the land, you will not receive compensation for doing so. Non-compliance with these statutes will be punished, based on the severity of the non-compliance. However, your basic needs in terms of clothing, food and shelter will be taken care of. As Hemu you will also not be allowed to leave Ahmose.” “That sounds like a pretty shitty deal”, I said before deciding that it might be a bright idea to use less negative language. “So how likely is it that the child will be human if I have one with a… Mamono?” This once again elicited some laughter from both women. “If you have a child with a Mamono, it will always be of the mother’s species, the only way to sire human children will be with a human woman.” Lea said. “If you wish to have human children, the best way would be a priestess. Every month, when she is most fertile, priestesses will choose a man. That man will be with her for up to six days to attempt to produce a child.” “Didn’t you say that human women were even more rare than men? How high are the odds of being chosen?” The idea of becoming what boiled down to a sex slave for public use had little appeal to me. Although, if those two were representative of the general population… No, still not good. “Yes, being chosen and successfully producing two children may take a while”, Amunta admitted. “Also, since you have just arrived in Ahmose you are currently just a visitor, as shown by the mark on your hand. You will only become a Hemu when that mark disappears in three months. If you are curious about the process though, you could witness the next choosing taking place in Umbra soon.” I decided that I would check out this ‘choosing’ if I made it to Umbra. For the moment, I had learned enough and needed some time to think about the information they had given me before I could decide what to do going forward. At this point the two offered me some water and dry bread, which I accepted thankfully before we continued talking and they gave me more insights into this strange world that I might be forced to call my home. They told me about a civil war that had raged in this land, which was the main reason for the introduction of the Hemu/Akhet system. This was also the reason they were out patrolling. Apparently, bandits were plentiful in the desert, taking advantage of the fact that the Lord was still consolidating her new power to act with little consequence for their actions. They had been on the way back to Umbra when they encountered me. I learned that the entire known world was a single island continent and contained six domains or territories, with six different lords in addition to two regions that held a special status. One of the realms, known as Michiko, was located entirely beneath the waves. I learned that mamono were, especially in the physical sense, vastly superior to humans. I found it hard to believe when they told me that living hundreds or even thousands of years was not uncommon. They also quickly crushed my budding excitement when I learned that magic existed in this world by telling me that humans could not use it. Overall I received an overwhelming amount of hard to swallow information and it would take me a while to properly process all of it. The sun had long gone down when Lea finally said. “It is late and we should try to rest for the coming day, you especially, Sönke.” I was about to agree when she repeated her earlier suggestion. “Unless you would like to show us how grateful you are to be alive?” |
mugen91Dec 19, 2022 2:28 AM
| Heh. That Lea, she is consistent. |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
| But will her persistence pay off? Tune in next time to find out! |
| Curious to see whether Amunta might opt for a more seductive approach, rather than trying to guild trip the MC :-P Also Sönke gotta be one of the rarer German names. |
MetallumOperaturAug 9, 2017 12:12 PM
| Guilt tripping someone to tired to resist might be a successful stratagem :P The name is not necessarily rare, but it is only really used in northern Germany. |
Chapter 4 Amunta shot me a sultry look and Lea drew my gaze to her two very convincing arguments. I was torn. On the one hand, what reasonable man could turn down an offer by these two lovely women. On the other hand, the fact that these women proclaimed themselves ‘monsters’ in addition to their clearly inhuman traits made me feel queasy. Perhaps it was also not too smart to engage in intimacies until I knew more about my current situation. While I hesitated however, the two closed in on me with intent clearly written in their faces and, given no real resistance from me, coaxed me into the blankets I had awoken on earlier. Quickly undressing me and lying me down on my back, Lea wasted no time. She gave my member a few tentative strokes before bowing down and enveloping me with her warm mouth. I let out a low moan as she started sliding her tongue up and down my shaft. I was effectively silenced by Amunta though as she kissed me, starting off softly but quickly becoming more fierce. Her tongue probed into my mouth and intertwined with my own. When she broke the kiss, I was panting from lack of air and Lea’s continuing efforts. With a smile on her face Amunta straddled my chest and presented me with her glistening sex. I wasted no time bringing my tongue to bear and tasting her sweet nectar. Arching her back, Amunta started moaning and ran her hands across my head. This almost made me stop as I was painfully reminded of my severe sunburn. I tried to ignore the pain and redoubled my efforts, focusing on the task at hand. Determining that she had had enough foreplay, Lea let go of my shaft. “Enough of that, time for the main event.” Amunta still pressed my face into her crotch, so I could not see what Lea was doing. It really wasn’t hard to figure out though as she mounted me, slowly dropping down and enveloping me in the wet heat of her honey pot. As she began moving her hips, slow at first but quickly building her pace, I moaned into Amunta’s crotch. A few minutes of slight oxygen deprivation, the taste of Amunta’s sweet nectar and Lea’s sex gripping at me as she pounded down on my pelvis repeatedly quickly ate away at my resistance and I felt my climax approach fast. When I finally could not hold on anymore, my hands grasped Lea’s hips urging her down as I stained her insides. “Now that was fulfilling,” Lea said, sighing contently. I collapsed on my back, but Amunta had other plans. Clearly not satisfied with just my oral efforts, she dismounted my now sticky face and quickly got to work, aiding Lea in getting me ready to go again. To my absolute astonishment, I soon reached full mast again. The night, it seemed, was far from over. --- By the time Amunta and Lea were satisfied I felt completely drained. No wonder, I supposed. I injected them with plenty of energy. The two women finally settled in for the night by pressing themselves to me from either side. In spite of my exhaustion from the day’s walk and the amorous activities with Amunta and Lea, sleep was hard to come by. My mind was busy trying to process all the information I received today about my new situation. In the end I decided that I would need to collect more information the next day and when I reached Umbra before I could truly decide on my future course of action. Sometime after that I finally fell asleep, the two women pressing themselves to me from either side ensuring that the night’s cold would not disturb me. --- I awoke to Amunta’s gentle nudging. “We need to take down camp now and be on our way. If you want to accompany us to Umbra, and I recommend that you do, you also need to get going.” Groggily nodding my head, I got up, assembled what clothing I had and moved out. Lea offered me some dry bread for breakfast and handed me a water skin. I quickly finished my simple breakfast, watching the two efficiently take down the little campsite. Lea offered me a traveling bag, which I gratefully accepted and stored away my possessions. This would make carrying them around much easier. After all, who knew if they might come in handy later and if not, I might be able to sell them. With all preparations finished we started our day’s journey toward Umbra. A good thing I finally have guides, I probably would have gotten lost again even if someone pointed out the way. For all I know I’ve been walking around in circles before meeting the two. --- Even with the food and water I had received from my two benefactors, I clearly felt the exhaustion of the previous days. Not too long after we started, my walking speed started to continuously drop to the point where we were barely making progress anymore. Eventually taking pity on me or perhaps just annoyed at our lack of progress, Lea said. “At this rate, it’ll take us days to reach Umbra,” before she turned to me and startled me by unceremoniously hoisting me across her back. A battle fought between my desire to maintain my dignity and my desire for rest was quickly decided in favor of rest, so no protest was forthcoming. Without me slowing us down we made much better progress. I was amazed at Lea. She was tall and quite muscular and they had told me the day before that mamono tended to vastly outperform humans physically, but seeing her plow through the sand with me planted across her shoulder in addition to her oversized ax and other supplies like she was taking a leisurely stroll through the park sure put things into perspective. Not needing to focus on walking anymore, I took up questioning the two about this island, which I learned was called Arcadia, again. I learned a bit more about the land and its inhabitants. Of particular interest was that trade was an integral part to the survival of Ahmose and as such much effort was put into restoring the safety of the trade routes. Perhaps this was a way for me to leave the desert that wouldn’t end with me dying or being captured by whatever mamono I came across. They also told me a bit more about the territories of the other lords, emphasizing how lucky I was not to have ended up in Kaori. Amunta described it as the wet dream of a psychopathic murderer, filled with slavers, warlords and misery. Whether that was accurate or hyperbole, I could not tell. At the very least it convinced me that it was probably not a place to consider moving to in the future. We continued at a brisk pace for most of the remaining day, taking breaks only to have a quick snack and drink. Eventually, we reached a sort of road and Amunta told me that the city would be coming into sight soon enough. While traveling along that road, I also got my first chance to look at some of the other inhabitants of this world. While Lea and Amunta had some inhuman traits, many of the women I saw took it a lot further. I saw fur, scales, chitin, talons, wings and claws and more as they walked, slithered and flew past. I even saw a woman engulfed in flame. I also noticed, with mixed feelings, the many stares directed my way, ranging from curiosity in some to outright hunger in many others. I couldn’t help but feel like a juicy piece of meat being carried through a pack of hungry dogs. I figured that the way I was carried around made me stick out, so I asked Lea to put me down and after a moment of indecision she put me back on my feet. Contrary to my reasoning, the stares did not relent though. I thought it might have had to do with the fact that I was still only wearing boxers and a T-Shirt or that I was the only man, or human even, in sight. --- The city of Umbra was built on an Oasis. It was large and teeming with activity. There were people chatting and walking to and fro busily, laborers at work and merchants praising their wares. The entire main thoroughfare that we traversed seemed to be a single, massive, dragged out open air market. The architecture resembled something that I would expect out of a documentary about ancient Egypt, with stones and sun baked mud dominating as building materials. Logical,considering that timber had to be hard to come by in the desert. For the first time since my arrival I also saw other humans. It was a bit of a culture shock to see the many displays of public fornication. Although mamono on human affection was not the only thing I saw. I also saw some instances of mamono on mamono action. At least there are some others now and not everyone is staring at me. “Is this normal? Everyone is just out doing it in the street?” “Like we said, any Hemu may be claimed by an Akhet, so long as they are not currently engaged with another and have not lain with another for at least an hour. This means that if an Akhet comes across a Hemu who is free and strikes her fancy they may satisfy their desires on the spot.” A short while later I saw a young man, casually walking through the streets when he was approached by a woman and without much discussion or enthusiasm on his part pulled to the side of the road and undressed. This left an unpleasant taste in my mouth. Saying that rape is illegal is nice but it seems hypocritical when the majority of the population is simply not allowed to refuse. At least not when they were propositioned by the elite. “Amunta and I need to give our report to our lieutenant, I think it would be best if you accompanied us,” Lea said, shaking me from my thoughts. I agreed, as I didn’t have anything better to do and didn’t exactly know how to proceed from here. Continuing along the road, my gaze was drawn to a large, stepped ziggurat at the center of the city. At my questioning, Amunta explained that it was the Moon’s Repose, housing the palace of Lord Ahmose as well as the priesthood’s temple. --- A short while later we entered an unassuming two storied building made from stone and after announcing themselves to a bored looking, winged woman sitting behind a desk opposite the entrance, my companions told me to wait for them while they made their report. Looking around, there were four pathways leading to other sections of the buildings as well as a staircase leading upstairs. Two benches were lined up along the wall through which he had entered. Not seeing anything to do but wait, I sat down on one of them and considered the winged woman who had started scribbling something as soon as my companions had departed. Her skin was remarkably fair for someone living in the desert and her blonde hair set her apart from the darker shades I had seen on most of the others out in the street. Knowing my mythology and what I had learned so far, I guessed her to be a kind of harpy. While I normally had no problem with silence, I was still exhausted and tired. To distract myself from that and my uncertainties about the future, I wanted to talk to someone. Trying to strike up a conversation with the harpy, I offered. “Hi, I am Sönke, what’s your name?” She stopped her scribbling and took a long look at me. Her gaze went to my face, then bore into my crotch for an uncomfortably long moment and finally landed on the pale mark on my hand. I was beginning to think she would not answer me at all until she said, somewhat sourly. “Laila. If you want to help me find relief I might be able to make some time for you. If not, I must ask you not to disturb me. I am quite busy.” Not actually waiting for an answer, she returned to her scribbling and left me to my thoughts. What a nice woman. But what should I do now? How do I get out of this desert? I believed my best bet would be to travel with a group of traders leaving the region. The question was how I was going to arrange that without any money. The cash in my wallet was worthless. Before I could start thinking further though, another woman appeared behind the desk and said something to the nice Laila woman before addressing me. “The lieutenant would like to speak with you. Go up the stairs, take the first turn left and then the fourth door on your right.” |
mugen91Dec 19, 2022 2:19 AM
| Quite the upload speed you got. I like it :-D As for the chapter:
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MetallumOperaturAug 14, 2017 4:35 PM
Well I got 22 Chapters written, so as long as I maintain a buffer of 5-10 chapters, I'll keep the upload at 2 chapters as week :) MetallumOperatur said:
Where in Ahmose is Grey Gardens actually located? I had an idea of visiting there much later in the story, but maybe I can work something in if it's en route and tyger is up for it :) |
mugen91Aug 15, 2017 7:03 AM
Chapter 5 Not seeing any alternative or reason to refuse, I got up and followed the instructions I’d been given. While the house seemed solid, its lack of decoration of any kind made it seem quite bleak. After arriving at the door I’d been directed to, I knocked and entered, after being asked to enter. As I entered the room, I noticed that the furnishings in there were just as spartan as the rest of the building. There were two chairs and a large desk. Behind the desk sat a woman whose species I could not easily discern. She had midnight black hair and pleasantly bronzed skin. Unlike Lea and Amunta, her outfit was much less revealing. It looked like an official uniform. Her pleasant features were still readily apparent though. Her inhuman features, as far as I could see, were paws instead of hands and ears resembling a dogs’ or wolfs’. The mark on the back of her paw identified her as an Akhet. As I was taking in her appearance she did likewise before gesturing to one of the chairs in front of her desk. “Take a seat. You may call me Ayanna. I am in charge of this station. I believe you have met my subordinates Lea and Amunta?” I reciprocated the greeting and introduced myself, then added. “I have met Lea and Amunta. They found me, out in the desert.” She nodded. “You were quite lucky to be found. The desert is a hostile place to the unprepared. Today even more than just a few years ago. I’ve been told that you are an outlander, is that correct?” “I suppose I am, at least I’m forced to believe you when you tell me I am not on earth anymore. Hard to see how this place could be kept secret back on earth. So if you call arrivals from another world outlanders, I suppose that's what I am.” Despite it being so obvious at this point, the thought of being in another world was still strange to consider. She nodded again before speaking up. “I will be frank with you, you have a decision to make. As long as you are just a visitor to Ahmose,” she gestured to the mark on my hand, “You will find yourself in a difficult situation here. If previous arrivals are any indication you have no funds and unlike one of the Hemu or Akhet you are not entitled to shelter, clothing or even sustenance. You would be dependent on the kindness of strangers or,” she made a telling pause, ”Other arrangements. I assume you do not have a place to stay?” “Obviously,” I said. Discomfort forming at the prospects she was laying out for me. She let silence linger for a moment before continuing. “It might be possible for you to stay the night in the barracks. But I need you to understand that while no mamono may legally assail you while you’re a visitor, my women who live here are all of Hemu status and many have not touched a man in months or years, some of them never. I cannot place you with them and expect them to remain calm and collected. If you make use of this offer I will also have to consider it your consent for what they will do.” Her argument was sound and the thought of getting gangbanged by a barrack full of beautiful women didn’t sound too bad… No, no dammit! Get your mind out of the gutter. It probably wasn’t the best idea if I wanted to have any chance at recuperating and exploring the city the next day and, hopefully, find a way to get out of the desert. Seeing my thought process clearly reflected on my face, Ayanna did not wait for an answer and continued her line of reasoning. “There is also the possibility of you forgoing your visitor status and becoming a Hemu immediately. This would entitle you to shelter, clothing and sustenance, but obviously comes with all the accompanying duties and restrictions.” Seeing my scowl, she continued. ”I know that this option does not seem very appealing. There is no small amount of dissatisfaction among the Hemu about their current situation, but it is a necessary sacrifice if we wish to recover from the damages the civil war has wrought and build a better life for Ahmose’s citizens.” Why is it that those who speak of making sacrifices are not the ones making them? I wonder how she earned her status. Not believing that beating around the bush would lead to anything with this particular woman, I decided to be straight with her. “If possible I would like to avoid the Hemu situation altogether.” She nodded, having clearly expected that response. “That is an understandable desire. If you remain in Ahmose you will not be able to avoid it. But you know that already, so you must be planning to leave?” I nodded and she continued. “As a visitor that is your right of course, but you must understand that it is in the interest of neither land nor Lord to move humans out of Ahmose. While I am sympathetic to your situation, as a servant of Lord Ahmose and the land I cannot assist you.” I nodded again, disappointed despite having expected as much. “Is there any way you can help me with my more… immediate problems?” She considered me for a moment. “I suppose we could at least give you some more suitable clothing. And perhaps we could come to an agreement in regards to your food and shelter situation?” She pondered for a moment before continuing. “You see, even if I could claim any Hemu that strikes my fancy, they are rarely very enthusiastic about it. It has been some time since I had a lover who did not just do his duty and was putting in some effort. If you can make it worth my while, I may be able to provide you with shelter and food for the time being?” While it was a scenario I had considered, I was still conflicted. It would satisfy my most immediate needs, yes. But was I really already at the point already to whore myself out? And not even for money, but for some food and a roof over my head? But still, maybe that was what it would take? Why would anyone want to help a destitute stranger out of the kindness of their heart when they were not willing to offer anything in return? Looking at Ayanna, I knew that if a woman like her had asked me for sex on earth I would have probably agreed without much thought. I also probably would not have had any issue with it in this world, if it was just the sex. Did I really have a choice though? Not unless sleeping on the streets or staying in the barracks was to be an option. Maybe I could just look at her as a friend? An acquaintance? An acquaintance with benefits? Yes, that would work. Besides, I could probably fall back on the other options if it did not work out with her. Coming to a decision I finally said. “I think I can make it worth your while.” “Good,” she said, showing a faint smile. “Then there is just one more thing to discuss. Lea and Amunta reported that they enjoyed your company after they met you. As you have already heard, rape is strictly forbidden in Ahmose. I’ll need you to confirm that it was consensual.” Could not refusing be considered consent? I certainly got into it once it started going and I also did not want my saviors to be punished, so I answered in the affirmative “I’m glad to hear that. Now I must ask you to wait downstairs for me while I finish my work. It should not take too long.” I nodded once more and took my leave, heading back to the lobby where I found Amunta and Lea waiting for me. They wanted to know what Ayanna had wanted to talk to me about and were quite disappointed when they learned that I declined to spend the night in the barracks and take Ayanna up on her offer instead. I felt a bit bad about it, but at least they brightened up a bit when I promised to meet them again the next day so they could show me the city. We continued chatting pleasantly. I was still exhausted and so I let them do most of the talking. When Ayanna finally made her way down the stairs I added a fluffy tail and paws instead of feet to my mental list of features. I said my goodbyes and we headed out. “First let us get you something to wear,” Ayanna said, leading me down the road. After walking for a few minutes she stopped at another house and gestured for me to enter. Inside, I found a large counter, stores of clothing and a woman whose sight startled me more than most others I’d seen so far. Her upper body was that of a beautiful woman, with the exception of her forehead, which housed three additional, smaller pairs of eyes. Her lower body however, was that of a giant spider. Now it’s not like I was particularly afraid of spiders, but I doubt any sane person would not be startled by such a sight. I quickly tried to regain control of my facial expression though, not wanting to cause offense. “Hello Marie,” Ayanna greeted her, “We need some clothing for our new friend here.” “Hello you two,” she said, skittering around the counter. Then, viewing the mark on my hand, she added “It’s always good to see new faces around here. How can I be of service?” The last sentence was delivered in a tone that left little doubt in my mind what kind of service she had in mind. As she closed in on me I gulped slightly. I wasn’t exactly repulsed by her appearance, rather the bulk of her spider half and the fact that it was a giant spider were somewhat intimidating. “Nice to meet you,” I said in a slightly nervous tone. “You’re not Hemu, so I cannot outfit you for free, who will be paying?” Marie asked me, then looked to Ayanna, probably expecting the upcoming answer. “I suppose I’ll have to. He’ll need some pants and perhaps some more fitting footwear.” Moving around me and looking at me appraisingly, Marie answered. “I believe I have something fitting,” then placing a hand on my shoulder, she suggested. “You know he could also pay me in a more direct manner?” This suggestion produced no small amount of anxiety, but Ayanna only chuckled before replying. “I’m afraid we already have an arrangement and I can’t have him tire himself out prematurely.” I hoped to avoid paying too much in ‘natural goods’, so I was quite glad at her reply. I idly wondered if men that slept around a lot were similarly stigmatized here as was often the case with women on earth and whether that should be avoided. “A shame, it has been a while since I felt the touch of a man and he only seems slightly afraid of me,” Marie said with disappointment before skittering off into an adjacent room, returning a few moments later with a pair of sandals and grabbing a pair of simple cotton pants from a neatly stacked pile. Handing them to me she said. “Try these on honey, should fit like a charm.” I took off my boots and, after short consideration, also my socks, not wanting to deliver on the stereotype. Putting on the pants, I found that they fit me well enough and I was happy to finally not walk around in just my boxers anymore. Ayanna handed over a few coins and Marie bade us farewell. “Now what do you say we get washed up before we head home?” Although she framed it as a question it was obviously not a point that was up for discussion. I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I had not washed in 3 days, perhaps more and given all the physical activity I had had under the hot desert sun, I couldn’t imagine that I smelled very pleasantly. Most importantly, submerging myself in water sounded great, so I agreed enthusiastically. When we arrived at the bathhouse, I wondered why I was surprised at finding that it was unisex. The bath was secluded from the outside by walls but lacked a ceiling. Once inside, Ayanna gestured for me to get undressed while she did the same. I tried to ignore all the eyes that had fixed themselves on me the moment I had entered. Nudity, as I had seen earlier in the day, seemed to be looked at differently here, but it would require some getting used to from my side. There were nine people currently in the bath, excluding us. All mamono, except for one man who was sandwiched between two of the other occupants as they made their advances on him. Resigning myself to the fact that I would not be able to get around it, I quickly discarded my clothing, trying to keep myself covered as best I could, and followed Ayanna into the water. Walking behind her got me a good look at my patron. Her body was pleasantly lean overall, with a shapely bum and pleasant hips that swayed enticingly with her stride. Entering the water, I let out an appreciative groan, fully submerging myself before taking a seat next to Ayanna. Some of the other women looked like they wanted to come over, but opted instead to only shoot jealous stares towards Ayanna instead. Perhaps she is a recognizable figure and they don’t want to get on her bad side. Either that or perhaps it’s her Akhet mark. I mused to myself. While we relaxed in the water, we chatted idly and I learned that her kind were called anubis. While we talked, I let my gaze drift across her body. She had small breasts and her dark skin showed a multitude of pale, faded scars, perhaps a sign of a martial lifestyle. While I drank in her sight, her paw moved towards me, stroking across my skin, before finally landing in my crotch. The feeling of her paws on my member was a new kind of sensation as she caressed it. In response, I put my arm around her back and started running my hand across her smooth skin, trying to ignore the other guests of the bath. I decided to steer the conversation towards the question that had been in my mind since I first saw her Akhet mark. Just what did she do to earn her status? At my questioning, she furrowed her brow and removed her paw, obviously none too happy with the topic. I thought she might not be willing to answer the question and decided to drop it, but then she said in a flat tone. “During the war, we had the factions of Lord Charisse and general Isis fighting one other, both claiming right and justice for themselves. But neither gave much regard to the lives of the people that inhabited the land they wished to rule. Anyone that didn’t serve their causes was an enemy at worst and collateral damage at best. Mamono were forcefully conscripted to fight or killed if they refused and men were confiscated to be used for the energy they could provide. Me and some other like minded warriors decided that the situation was untenable and defected. We hid and protected civilians in defiance of both sides. We managed to keep hundreds, dozens of humans among them, safe. When Ahmose took the Lord’s mantle she recognized our efforts by bestowing the Akhet status upon me and some of the others that distinguished themselves. That is all I care to say on the matter.” Well that ruined the mood fast. Guess I still got it. It seemed I had evoked some bad memories in her, as she now remained silent while we continued soaking in the water. |
mugen91Dec 19, 2022 2:19 AM
mugen91 said: Where in Ahmose is Grey Gardens actually located? I had an idea of visiting there much later in the story, but maybe I can work something in if it's en route and tyger is up for it :) It's in the northeastern part of the country just a few days walk from the Kioko border, in the place where the two rivers meet. Aneksi's march included both the northernmost and the easternmost stops in the shrine network. I love crossovers, so bring it on! |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
tygertyger said: [ It's in the northeastern part of the country just a few days walk from the Kioko border, in the place where the two rivers meet. Aneksi's march included both the northernmost and the easternmost stops in the shrine network. I love crossovers, so bring it on! Sent you a pm :) |
mugen91 said: Well I got 22 Chapters written, so as long as I maintain a buffer of 5-10 chapters, I'll keep the upload at 2 chapters as week :) Dang, you're pumping out chapters like a machine. Impressive! As for the Grey Gardens, let me point it out on the map (correct me if I'm wrong @tygertyger ): |
| @MetallumOperatur: Perfect! |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
Well I had almost a week of vacation left with weather being less than ideal, so I had a lot of time there and the creative juices were flowing. Right now it's about one chapter every 2-3 days if I don't have a lot on my plate :) Although, given that there's now an unexpected stop happening in grey gardens, I might tone it down to one chapter a week: This way I'll hopefully be able to maintain a steady upload rythm with what I have while Tyger and I figure out that crossover :) |
mugen91Aug 17, 2017 9:39 AM
Chapter 6 Ayanna eventually decided that we had stayed in the bath long enough and we left the water. I quickly re-dressed before we headed out. We spent some time walking through the city until she finally stopped in front of a simple house made of adobe and stone. Upon entering I found that she did not seem to be one for luxury, her home similarly spartan as the office I had seen her in earlier. The house was small, featuring a small storage room and one main room that had little in it, except for a simplistic table with chairs assembled around it, a few shelves and a large bed. The only decoration I could see were two spears that were on display on the wall next to the table. They were quite something to look at, the blades shining brightly and the handles made of ivory or something similar, adorned with ornamental carvings. Ayanna headed into the storage room and retrieved a small jar. “Take off your clothes, this’ll help with the burns.” I removed sandals, pants and shirt and she started slathering generous amounts of sticky lotion across the burned areas. I felt an immediate cooling sensation and groaned appreciatively as the pain I had felt on my skin since shortly after my arrival in this strange place was finally soothed. “This should do the trick for now, just leave off the clothes until it has been absorbed. Are you hungry?” “Positively famished, actually. And thirsty as well.” “I’m sure we can do something about that.” Ayanna headed back into the storage room and retrieved a few different jugs and jars. There was clear water, flat bread, dried meat, grapes and beer on offer. I wasted no time digging in, my appetite spurred on by the food on display and I suspected I’d need plenty of energy when I fulfilled my part of our arrangement. Not that I minded all that much at this point. The food was simple but good, the beer especially was much to my liking. It was different from what I was used to, very cloudy and with plenty of solids inside. It was also much heavier and filling then the beer I was used to. Not wanting to fill myself up too much, I signed Ayanna that I was done and we started moving things back into storage. When we were done, Ayanna reached around my midsection, lifted me up and moved into the living room before throwing me on the surprisingly soft bed. I could swear she was wagging her tail. “You wouldn’t happen to have a condom?” “What’s that?” “A contraceptive.” “Why would we want to use something like that?” So you don’t get pregnant? She didn’t appear to be in the mood to discuss the pros and cons of contraceptives as she quickly pounced on the bed after me. Pinning my hands to the bed, Ayanna straddled me and started aggressively kissing me, her tongue probing into my mouth and intertwining with my own, wrestling it into submission. The steamy kiss lasted long enough that, when she finally released me, I had to pull in a few hard breaths and her grinding her crotch into my midsection had already caused plenty of stirring. We made the unanimous decision that there was no need for foreplay as I helped her remove her uniform, while she slid down my boxers. When I finally got her all undressed, I could see that she was already glistening with excitement. Without wasting much time, she lowered herself onto me, eliciting a moan from both of us as her heat enveloped me. She steadied herself by placing her paws on my chest and started moving up and down. She was tight and I knew I would not last very long if I let her do this at her own pace, so I grabbed her arms and flipped us around, leaving me on top and started thrusting into her. Engaging her on another front, I placed my lips on her left breast, teasing her erect nipple. She put her arms around my back and ran her paws across it. Even with me dictating the pace I found myself approaching climax all too soon. Trying to hold it off for a bit longer I tried to pull out, but Ayanna was having none of it, first holding me in place with her legs and then forcing me back into herself with a superior smile on her face, but flush with excitement. From that point on she used her hold on me to dictate the pace and I approached I could hold on no longer soon after. Perhaps feeling me clench up, Ayanna forced me inside her to the hilt with a lusty moan and kept me there as I unloaded. When I was done and started to deflate inside of her she said. “That was certainly more enthusiasm than I have felt in a while, but I hope that wasn’t it just yet?” “Give me a couple of minutes,” I said, panting. But she was having none of it. Instead, she disentangled herself from me and whispered something into my lap. I felt my lust and vigor returning with a vengeance. She shot me a challenging look and I flipped her around on her belly and urged her to stick her rump into the air. I wonder if an anubis would like doggy style? As it turned out, she did. I placed my hands on her shapely backside while every one of my thrusts was met with her pushing back against me. Her tail swishing across my stomach was a weird, but certainly pleasant sensation. Despite our hard pace, my second climax took much longer, though it still approached faster than I’d have liked. At least this time my partner reached hers as well. If not for my experience with Lea and Amunta the day before, I would’ve been in sheer disbelief as my hardness refused to diminish even after my second climax. Not seeing anything else to do I kept hold of Ayanna’s hips and continued. When Ayanna was finally satisfied and whatever she had done to me wore off I collapsed back onto the bed, feeling truly spent now. “I’m quite glad you said yes, you have no idea how much I needed that,” she said as she laid her head on my outstretched arm and sighed contently. “You were amazing,” I said, still slightly out of breath. “But what was that thing that you did? When you whispered into my lap to get me ready again?” “The Ityphallikos curse? It was taught to me by my mother when I reached adolescence. It helps men remain vigorous long enough to actually satisfy our desires.” “If the appetite you showed here is any indication I doubt there is a man alive who could do that without help. Can all mamono do that?” “You’d be surprised at the things you can find in this world,” she said with a smirk, “but no, not just anyone can do it, you need some amount of talent for magic and instruction of course.” I wondered, not for the first time, just how the magic of this world worked. Lea and Amunta had not been able to give me satisfactory answers. “We should try to rest now, you wish to explore the city tomorrow, yes?” “Yes, I do. Sleep well.” I lay on my back, Ayannas head resting on my right arm and I ran my hand across her shoulder as my exhaustion quickly caught up with me and I drifted off to sleep. --- I awoke to the pleasant sensation of Ayannas backside pushed back into my midsection. She was still asleep, so I was content for the moment just running my hand across her skin, tracing some faint, faded scars. Now that I was awake her naked body pressed to mine had a predictable effect. “Mhh, ready for more so early in the morning, I can get behind that. Or maybe you would like to get behind me?” Ayanna shot me a sultry look. Damn, that woman has some serious libido. --- After Ayanna had satiated her appetite yet again we got up and had a modest breakfast. “I will need to get to work soon, what are your plans?” “I agreed to meet Lea and Amunta so they can show me the city. We’re meeting at the guard station so I’ll accompany you there at least.” We finished our meal and got ready to go out. I was pleased to notice that whatever lotion my burns had been plastered with the previous day had worked wonders as I could barely feel them anymore. --- We walked over to the guard station where Ayanna bade me farewell as I was greeted by Lea and Amunta and we departed to explore the city. As we sauntered along the main thoroughfare, I got a chance to look at the various goods on offer. As expected, there was a great variety of wares being sold, ranging from spices and foods all the way to weapons. I wondered who all these goods were being sold to, if most of the cities’ population was Hemu and received next to no monetary compensation for their work. After traversing the city for some time we went up to the ziggurat in the center of the city that was surrounded by lush gardens, filled with soft grass, a multitude of flowers in full bloom and fruit bearing trees with tangerines, figs and dates being prominently present. If not for the blazing sun it would have been easy to forget I was in a desert. Apparently, an endless stream of water was pouring forth from the Lords’ throne on top of the ziggurat and from there, it provided water to the baths and fountains strewn throughout the city and the gardens surrounding the ziggurat. We spent some time there, drinking from the fountains and eating some fruit. Eventually Amunta asked me. “Are you still interested in witnessing a choosing ceremony? We could go see it today.” “Yes, I’d like to see that.” I was skeptical whether I’d actually enjoy it though. We remained in the garden for a little while longer before they led me to a large plaza where I witnessed the by far largest number of humans I’d seen since my arrival. It looked like thousands had lined up along the square for a chance to be chosen by the priesthood. There were a number of city guards directing the crowd to arrange themselves in an orderly fashion. When things seemed to finally be in order, the priesthood arrived and the contrast could scarcely have been more pronounced. Lea and Amunta had told me that human women joining the priesthood were showered with luxury, but seeing the comparison between the rather simplistic clothing worn by the men, similar to what I had received from Marie the day before, and the luxurious dresses and jewelry worn by the women really pushed the point. Every woman was accompanied by two Mamono that were dressed decidedly less elaborate. And those are probably the servants. I guessed there to be 150 or so women entering the plaza and making their way along the lines of men. I could not help but draw a mental comparison to a cattle market as the women slowly found specimens they were interested in, pointing them out. When a man was chosen, the corresponding priestesses' servants pulled him out of the crowd and took them to the exit of the plaza where the priestesses could speak to them, or perhaps just get a better look at what they were ‘buying’. “When a priestess decides that they like the man they have chosen they will give him their favor, which will allow him access to the temple so he can lay with her. If she decides she doesn’t like him after all he returns to the rest and she will continue her selection,” Amunta explained. Most of the priestesses had eventually made their selection and taken their leave. Many men also started leaving, various emotions showing on their faces, happiness or relief for those who were chosen and stoicism, resignation, anger or annoyance on those who were not. Even though the priestesses had left, most men still remained in the plaza as a few dozen mamono started walking around the plaza. “Now that the priestesses have made their selection, masters of various recognized professions will take the opportunity to see if there is a man that they would like to choose as their apprentice. Right now, during the choosing they are mostly gathered here and during the choosing they cannot be claimed, making this the best time.” As I received this explanation I saw a horned, blue skinned woman with only one eye step up to a large, muscular man and discuss something with him. After some discussion, they seemed to come to an agreement and left together. “So the master gets access to a man and the man is free from being randomly assailed on the street?” I asked. “Well, that is one thing. Another is that master and apprentice will spend a great deal of time together. I’m sure there is a hope that feelings will begin to blossom between them and the relationships develops into something more.” I could hear a longing in Amunta’s voice. I suppose that makes sense, given that the desire to find a partner seems to be a pretty central pursuit for many of these women. “There seems to be a very big imbalance between priestesses and men for them to choose from. How are more than a minor portion ever going to sire two children before they are old?” “Well, first of all, the priestesses you saw today are not nearly all. The choosing ceremony takes place 2 times every week and only those who have been determined to soon enter their period of greatest fertility take part during each ceremony. But you are correct, there are probably three or four times as many men as there are women in Umbra, therefore it is quite possible that some men will wait a long time before they are chosen.” And I suppose some demographics may be naturally disadvantaged, I thought, looking at a man perhaps in his early 50s. Overall this choosing ceremony left a bad taste in my mouth and reaffirmed my determination to find a way to leave Ahmose. But that would have to wait until the next day. This day was coming to an end and I had my ‘duties’ with Ayanna to attend to. We walked back to the guard station where I hoped to pick up Ayanna. Upon our arrival it was obvious that Lea and Amunta hoped to get intimate with me again, but I determined I would need my energy for Ayanna. And besides, where would we do it? I’ll have to get used to how relaxed the people here appear to be with public nudity, but I sure as hell am not going to get freaky out in the street and the barracks are a bit too risky for my taste. “Come on, please. We are going back on patrol tomorrow,” Lea said pleadingly. “Now, now girls. If he said no, you know you have to accept it,” Ayanna stepped out from the house and gave the two a stern look. Amunta and Lea looked crestfallen and more than a bit annoyed at Ayanna. Understandable. They found me and had me first and now they feel I am being taken away from them. I felt a bit bad for them, but also needed to maintain my priorities and my agreement with Ayanna was important at the moment. Instead of arguing, they both hugged me, cupping a feel, which I granted them and entered the guardhouse. Ayanna had a slightly troubled expression on her face, but then put her arm around my hip possessively and started walking. We headed to the bathhouse again before spending some more time sauntering through the town. Eventually though, Ayanna became quite handsy and fearing she might start something in public, I suggested that we head back to her home where we had dinner before partaking in each other. |
mugen91Dec 19, 2022 2:20 AM
| Nice. This is the first story set in Ahmose since it stopped being Charisse. It's good to see the changes that the new Lord has wrought... and the possible fallout therefrom. |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
| I know the timeline we have is rather fuzzy and occasionally conflicts, but have you given thought to when your MC arrived on the Island? Many of the older stories take place even during the civil war in Elizabeth's territory, which has been concluded quite some years ago. But, most currently active stories (DCW, Nox, Emerald, Green, Ocu, Tterreb, and Mine are some that come to mind) take place roughly around the time of the conclusion of the civil war in Charisse / Ahmose. While a few (Tyger's 2nd story and Monistar) take place a dozen or so years after the civil war has been concluded. The idea is that we all work towards that 2nd time frame, but for the sake of crossovers I can imagine you'd like to start in the first one. If that is the case then you might want to mention signs of the recent wars (destroyed buildings, famine, reconstruction efforts, people trying to find missing friends, the usual stuff right after a war). |
| That's actually a good idea, I hadn't even considered that^^ My MC's arrival happens around 6 months after Ahmose took power. I would imagine that, given the Mamano's physical capabilities, rebuilding efforts, at least important locations like the capital, would actually happen at a quite fast pace. |
mugen91 said: That's actually a good idea, I hadn't even considered that^^ My MC's arrival happens around 6 months after Ahmose took power. I would imagine that, given the Mamano's physical capabilities, rebuilding efforts, at least important locations like the capital, would actually happen at a quite fast pace. I think that might be a bit deceptive. True, mamono can do more than a human, but they aren't gods either. Your average mamono would probably only do the same work as two of three medieval construction workers at best. Remember that most of them are untrained, unsuited for construction work, and underfed, because of the massive food shortages caused by Charisse's scorched earth tactics. And magic is way too expensive to use on all but the most important buildings. It will be years before most traces of the war are erased. After six months the city center is probably mostly restored, but the rest of the city is still being rebuild/restored. It would be a nice touch if your MC would notice that. Also it might be nice to mention that food is being imported to combat the famine. It is safe to assume that the city guard and their patrolls are better fed than your average hemu peasant. |
MetallumOperaturAug 26, 2017 5:43 PM
| I'm of course not saying that everything would be fixed yet, but the better parts of the city would probably have priority. Also, if you showed someone around the city, I at least would probably not show them around the slums or or destroyed parts. But I'll see if I can work that factor in somehow in a coming chapter. |
mugen91Aug 27, 2017 11:12 AM
MetallumOperatur said: While a few (Tyger's 2nd story and Monistar) take place a dozen or so years after the civil war has been concluded. The main action of my first story actually takes place during the civil war. It's the epilogue of Sun Garden I that takes place years later. And of course City of Thorns is years after that epilogue. |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
Chapter 7 I spent the next few days meandering through the city and trying to get in contact with merchants or peddlers that might be able and willing to take me along or could arrange for me to get to another territory. To my great dismay, I was quite unsuccessful. It was not that I did not find anyone. I was directed to two houses, or perhaps it would be more accurate to call them mansions, where prominent merchants resided and who had caravans traveling in their service. Given my grave financial situation and utter lack of any connections though, I was not able to secure even a meeting where I might propose any kind of agreement. As my search had me traversing the city, for the first time I also discovered that large parts of the capital still bore very visible scars from the recent war. Perhaps the girls had purposefully only shown me the nice parts. Made sense if you wanted to give a tourist a nice image of your home only to show them the pretty sights. In some districts of the city large portions of the structures were still in a state of collapse. In others, the rebuilding efforts were visible, destroyed ruins being torn down and replaced with newer buildings. I supposed that also explained the simplicity of many buildings I’d seen in the parts of the city that were already fixed. It would make sense to build less elaborate structures to speed up the rebuilding effort. I did not like to spend too much time in these destroyed portions of the city. Part of it was that I didn’t believe my chances of getting lucky were very good there. The bigger reason was the people. Many of them resided in makeshift homes in the ruins or in tents. The atmosphere differed strongly from the nicer parts of town. There was a sense of weariness and desperation in the air. The residents themselves also seemed to be in worse condition. I saw many signs of malnourishment. Fewer were also the women that propositioned me and their attempts were much less enthusiastic or enticing. The only energetic people I saw were those few who still desperately went from person to person, asking if they’d seen this person or that. With every passing day my lack of success turned my mood graver. At this point, the only thing I looked forward to were the evenings and nights I spent with Ayanna. If I had not been desperate to leave Ahmose before the deadline was up, perhaps her hospitality would’ve made me stay with her. As it were though, I could not consider it as an option. She even seemed to be concerned at my darkening mood and lack of success, even though it was in her interest for me not to be successful, forcing me to maintain our agreement. But even that would come to an end when my visitor status expired. --- Two week had passed since my arrival in Ahmose. The residents of the city had little interest in helping me leave. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that everyone I talked to, who could’ve taken me along, was an Akhet. Perhaps it just wasn’t in their interest to help me leave, perhaps it was the fact that I could not pay them. I considered asking Ayanna for a loan, but decided against it. She had been clear about the fact that she would not help me and I didn’t want to strain the relationship we had started to build. Besides, if I left, how would I pay her back? In the first place, I didn't even know whether she had the means to sponsor me like that. The most positive thing I could say was that my skin had gotten quite tan and I did not suffer too badly from skin burns thanks to the lotion Ayanna still provided me with. The sun and heat had also become more bearable as I started to get used to it, though it was still unpleasant. --- “Are you sure that’s what you want? It sounds like you have a good thing going. If you offer him some additional incentive, you can still keep it going after his time runs out and he becomes a Hemu?” The anubis asked. “It has crossed my mind. He first agreed out of necessity and maybe some curiosity, but I think he enjoys himself with me. Still, I’m worried he might run out into the desert alone if he doesn’t see some success soon though. In his view, becoming Hemu seems to be akin to becoming a slave.” “I suppose that depends on your definition, but I can see how alien and undesirable this might seem to an outlander. That is hardly your problem though. You’re not going to tell me that you fell in love and that’s why you want to help him?” “I don’t think I could love again so soon, not after all that has happened. Still, I don’t want to see him hurt himself,” Ayanna said, showing a rare vulnerable expression. “Now, don’t show me that face. I’ll talk to Kohaku. But you do know that she’s going to ask for something in return? Are you going to pay?” “I think he’ll be able to arrange something on his own.” “Are you sure? I heard some outlanders are reluctant to do these things. At least at first. Besides, are you alright with that? He is yours, in a manner of speaking.” “I would prefer to keep him for myself, surely. But I would rather he leaves safely if he must leave. I don’t believe he will stay either way. And if he does he won’t be very happy. As for Kohaku, I don’t believe it will be an issue. Either he got used to our otherness quickly or was attracted to it from the start. At least that’s what I think when I see how he looks at me and other women. Besides, he did come to an agreement with me after having just arrived in the city. Just don’t tell him I arranged it, I have an image to maintain.” “You don’t even want his gratitude?” “He should be able to figure it out himself, but I did say that I would not help him.” “You’re incorrigible, you know that, right?” --- As I returned home that evening I was surprised to find that Ayanna was not there yet. It had become our routine to meet at her house around dusk to head to the baths before spending the night together. I waited for a while and wondered what might’ve delayed her. Just as I considered heading out toward the guard station I heard her entering the room. Or not. Where I expected to see Ayanna stood a different woman. She was also an anubis, with remarkably similar features. I looked at her with surprise while she mustered me. “Hello stranger, what are you doing in my sister's home?” “Uhmm, hi, you are a… Ayanna’s sister? I have kind of an… arrangement with her since I arrived here.” An arrangement of selling my body in exchange for room and board. I hesitantly showed her my hand with the mark of the not-so-full-anymore moon mark upon it. “I see. You do bear her scent. You may call me Akela. I recently returned to the city and thought about catching up with her. Where is she?” “I’m not sure where she is. She’s usually home by this time. May I ask where you returned from? I’m Sönke, by the way.” “Just our latest trip to Kioko.” Kioko! Maybe this woman can help me get out of the desert. I tried to contain my excitement as I asked. “What have you been up to over there? “I work as a guard for a peddling merchant hailing from Bestallion. There is so much bandit activity that it would be dangerous for merchants to travel without an armed guard.” This is about as perfect as it gets. I still don’t have any money, but maybe she can introduce me to this merchant. I’ll just have to somehow convince her to take me along. But this does seem awfully convenient, I wonder if Ayanna had something to do with this. Just then, Ayanna entered the house. “Oh, Akela, what a pleasant surprise. I did not expect you back for some time.” My suspicion grew as Ayanna really did not seem all that surprised. “It is good to see you too, we encountered no trouble on the road and made good time.” “Please, you must stay with us tonight, have dinner and perhaps regale us with some stories?” “As I said, our journey was uneventful, but I’ll gladly partake of what you can offer.” The look she shot me clearly showed what she hoped was also on the menu. “Of course, come and sit.” We sat down for dinner and Akela talked of her journey, though as she had said, it seemed to have been rather uneventful. There seemed to be a whole lot of sand. The rough, irritating variety that gets everywhere. As the two talked, I nervously considered how to go about asking Akela for an introduction to her employer. I felt that Ayanna might be hurt if I used her sister as my way to leave. Although I had a lingering suspicion she might have something to do with this. It seemed too convenient after my unsuccessful two prior weeks. In the end, it didn’t really matter though. She knew very well that I wanted to leave. “Akela, I was wondering if you might be able to introduce me to your employer? I have been searching for a way to travel to another region, but have been rather unsuccessful.” I thought I saw a twinge of disappointment in Ayanna’s eyes as I asked this, but she made no comment, instead Akela said. “I can introduce you, but it will cost you, my employer is not exactly known for her charity.” “Well… the issue is this. I don’t have any money. I only arrived here recently. I have some things from my home though, perhaps she might be interested in some of that? She is a peddling merchant, yes?” “Perhaps. Perhaps not. How do you propose to pay if she is not interested? I would hate to waste her time~,” she demanded with a smirk on her face. Her look told me she knew exactly what method she’d propose I use to pay, but clearly she wanted me to say it. “Well, given the desires that mamono have I imagine it would be handy to have a man along that is…available.” “Of course, I suppose such an arrangement might be agreeable. Before I can introduce you to her though, perhaps I should… verify the quality of the goods?” The question was directed towards me as much as it was directed at Ayanna. Meanwhile, she grabbed hold of my hand and placed it high on her thigh. I shot Ayanna a questioning look and she said. “What kind of sister would I be if I was unwilling to share?” Hot sister threesome, I guess I saw that coming when Ayanna asked her to stay the night. Definitely not complaining though. I ran my hand along Akela’s thigh and, taking this as affirmation, she rose from her chair and straddled my lap. --- The next day Akela and I left together to meet this Kohaku person. We talked for about half an hour until we arrived at an inn. Inside the common room, I was guided towards a table with two women. One of them was cute and rather short, clothed in nice looking robes. She had a fluffy, striped tail and fuzzy ears and fiery red hair. Something raccoon-ish maybe? The other woman had a much more martial appearance. She didn’t have much in the way of inhuman features, save for the blue-grayish skin. She had piercing amber coloured eyes and beautiful black hair flowing down past her waist. Her attire consisted of bandages wrapped around her bust and loose flowing pants. That would not have drawn my attention though. What did was her headband cut from some bone-like material keeping her hair out of her face and covering her entire right arm. Taking a second look, I corrected my appraisal. The bones were not covering her arm. Rather, her entire right arm was nothing but bone. She also wore a long, curved sword on her side. Both of them showed the visitors mark on the back of their hands, indicating that they were not locals. “Hello Kohaku, this is the man I talked about. He would like to discuss the possibility of accompanying us on our return trip to Kioko,” Akela made the introduction. Kohaku, the raccoon-ish girl, gestured for me to sit down. “Is that so? Had enough of the desert already?” She asked with a grin. “Well, yes. Too hot for my tastes really, besides,” I gestured towards my own visitors mark, “There is this deadline I’m rather keen not to miss.” She smirked. “I see, where in Kioko is it that you want to go? What are your plans after that? Have somewhere to stay?” “I honestly haven’t thought that far ahead. I’m a … outlander, as you people say, so my insights are rather limited. I had thought of going to Bestallion and trying to find some work there.” “I see, not that it really is all that important to me. I see no reason we couldn’t take you along with us, provided you can offer adequate compensation.” She grinned, displaying her teeth in a way that almost seemed viscious. The look she gave me told me that she already knew all about my predicament. This was the part I was worried about. “You see, here is the issue. As I said, I’m a new arrival so I’m somewhat strapped for cash. Unless you accept Euros?” I asked half-jokingly. “Is that the currency from where you’re from? Show me!“ She appeared unexpectedly excited at the prospect. I produced my wallet and took out the few coins and bills I had on me when I had that accident. She took it and studied it with obvious interest. “It is pretty enough, the coins seem to be high quality mint, what are they made of?” “The silver-ish part is copper nickel and the gold-ish part is nickel brass.” She scowled. “They’re not worth a lot then.” “That’s on purpose, the currency itself is supposed to be next to worthless, it’s value is perceived and evaluated based on factors of economic performance of the issuing country. If you made it out of actually valuable materials like precious metals you could get into a situation where the material value of the coin exceeds the value of currency and that’d be kind of bad.” I tried to explain. She didn’t look entirely convinced. “Anyway, as I said, it is pretty, but I’m going to need something that holds value to me as payment. How do you plan to pay me?” The way she looked at me as she said this made it abundantly clear that she knew of the one way I could pay her. “Well,” I said, bringing my travel sack to bear. “I have a few things that I arrived here with.” I produced some of my protective gear. It probably wouldn’t be much use to her, but it should be unique, or close to, in this world. I doubted they had the technological means to produce these synthetic materials. Therefore, they might have novelty value to the right buyer. I took out my pants, the kidney belt and helmet. I explained what they were, stressing the protective value they could offer and my reasoning that if she found the right buyer, these might be worth a fair sum. “Perhaps I could, perhaps not. It is not the kind of goods I normally trade in, what else do you have to offer?” “I offer what I have presented. Also, I am not opposed to giving out… favors,” I said carefully, testing the waters. She licked her lips and her eyes took on a hungry look. “Such arrangements are not unheard of, of course.” At that point, the other woman, who had quietly mustered me up until now, spoke in a calm voice. ”I think it could be problematic for the morale and peace of the group if you take him along and he only makes himself available to you. We can’t forget that the desert is still dangerous and he would be a source of distraction for the others.” Kohaku considered this for a moment. “As much as I’d like company all for myself, Rin is right. You could be an undue source of distraction. If you plan to buy the trip with sexual favours, it’ll have to include the entire group.” “I don’t plan to buy the trip with favors, that is only… the cherry on top. I’m not going to be a paid-for whore. When I give out these favors, will remain at my discretion. I will not agree to anything until I meet the rest. I am not saying no to extending the favors to others in the group, but I will not extend a blank check,” I stated resolutely. She considered for a moment and then considered the gear I had lain out on the table. Then, she got up and came around the table, holding out her hand. I got up and assumed she wanted to shake on our deal. Instead, her hand went past mine and found my crotch. I was too dumbfounded to protest as she started kneading with her hand. “Isn’t that a little inappropriate?” I finally asked. “I’ll be doing a whole lot more if you come along,” was her only response before she grabbed my hand and shook it. “We have a deal. I have some work to do unloading my wares and procuring new ones, plus the girls need a little break. You can come back here in a week’s time.” Fair enough, I guess some fondling is par for the course at this point. And technically, I did promise to do a lot more than some fondling. After we said our goodbyes and started on our way back, Akela asked. “I’m not sure I understand why you were reluctant to agree to do it with the entire group? You seemed to enjoy yourself plenty with me yesterday?” “It’s not the sex that I object to, although where I’m from it is perhaps… unusual to have this many partners in such a short time. But buying the trip with sex just seems wrong to me.” “I guess I can understand that to some degree, but you’ll need to decide on your priorities.” “It worked out in the end.” “But what is the difference? Whether you buy the trip with sex or just promise that you’ll be open, the result is the same, is it not?” “Maybe, but this way makes me feel less like a whore.” “Why is it that you so desperately want to leave anyway? Don’t you like my sister?” “It’s not about that,” I sighed. “Your sister has been very hospitable and I enjoy her company, but in a little more than 2 months my visitor status will expire and then I’m fucked… literally. Besides, the desert is not what I see myself living in for the rest of my days. Or at least the foreseeable future. However long it would take to sire two human children.” Then after considering for a second, I added. “I think the crux of it is the right to self-determination that I’ll lose when this mark disappears.” We stayed quiet for a while until a question entered my mind. “How is it that you’re actually able to leave Ahmose, you’re a Hemu right?” She considered the question for a moment. “Hemu are not categorically forbidden from leaving, although it is not very easy to gain permission. The rules in that regard are also softer on Mamono compared to humans. My work is in line with the objective of keeping the trade routes safe and I have people that act as guarantors for my ‘good behavior’ in returning when I leave Ahmose.” We remained quiet for most of the remaining trip home while I considered how I should break the news to Ayanna. She had acted like it was fine the day before, but I had a feeling she would have preferred for me to stay a while longer. |
mugen91Dec 19, 2022 2:21 AM
| Nice, seems Sönke has found his ticket out of the desert, though it might mean he needs to keep the entire caravan "entertained". This makes him one of the few MCs that doesn't stick with pretty much the first mamono they meet. Now the question rises whether he will pick up a companion on the caravan, or in Bestallion, or whether he will remain a bachelor :-P As for the BB-code: I add that already in my word file when I write the story. That way I only have to copy the text when I'm uploading it to MAL. The code is easily learned and in the long run saves you some time, as you can copy a previous dialogue line and just replace the dialogue inside rather than having to type it out every time. |
MetallumOperatur said: Nice, seems Sönke has found his ticket out of the desert, though it might mean he needs to keep the entire caravan "entertained". This makes him one of the few MCs that doesn't stick with pretty much the first mamono they meet. Now the question rises whether he will pick up a companion on the caravan, or in Bestallion, or whether he will remain a bachelor :-P Or the caravan keeps the MC entertained :P MetallumOperatur said: As for the BB-code: I add that already in my word file when I write the story. That way I only have to copy the text when I'm uploading it to MAL. The code is easily learned and in the long run saves you some time, as you can copy a previous dialogue line and just replace the dialogue inside rather than having to type it out every time. That's a good idea, actually. Might start doing that. |
Chapter 8 “…and that’s how we came to an agreement. They’ll take me along when they leave for Bestallion.” Ayannas face remained resolute as I told her the result of that day’s meeting, but I felt like I saw the same hint of disappointment in her eyes that I had seen the previous day. Finally, she managed a smile. “Then you have finally been met with success, congratulations. When will you be leaving?” “Thanks, and I have one more week left in Umbra, so I hope I can rely on your hospitality until then?” “Of course, why would I want to cut myself off from my passionate lover prematurely?” She then let out a sigh. “It’s going to take some getting used to, not having someone ready and waiting when I get home. But I wouldn’t want to pressure you into staying.” She made a meaningful pause. This kind of feels like you’re trying to pressure me into staying though… Perhaps she had the same thought, so she said. “What do you say we go out and have a little drink tonight then? My treat, of course.” I could surely go with a drink. I had considered going out for a drink before, but without money and no particular desire to sell myself for a drink or inviting her to invite me for drinks, I had not done it. If she was offering to buy, however…. “I’ll gladly take you up on that.” “That’s a plan then. Will you join us, Akela?” “You don’t even have to ask.” We went to a tavern in the nicer part of the city, where the patrons seemed primarily to consist of visitors to Ahmose and a few Akhet, the common room housed perhaps 30 guests. Though Hemu's did not seem to be part of this place's clientele, I did see the odd one here and there, probably on invitation by one of the other patrons. As could be expected, the vast majority of guests were mamono. --- The wine in this place was very palatable and I consistently had to remind myself that I should take it easy so I wouldn’t make a total ass of myself. Still, I could clearly start to feel the effects of the stuff, my voice progressively increasing in volume as the evening went on. “Good drink, two stunning women in my arms,” I wrapped my arms around Ayanna’s and Akela’s waists and drew them near. “The only thing we’re missing is some music.” “Well, then how about you provide us with some?” Akela suggested. I wasn’t really used to singing in front of strangers, making that request somewhat awkward. On the other hand, I was already pretty inebriated. “Well, I was more thinking someone else would sing… Besides, I have nothing to play with, so...” I tried to weasel my way out. “Now that’s a bit selfish, isn’t it? If you’re asking for music it is only fair that you give us a song first and then we’ll see what we can do. What do you need?” said a voice from behind me. It was the woman that had brought us drinks tonight. “Exactly! Give and take. It’s only fair,” Ayanna chimed in. Damnit. “I need a guitar?” I said, half hoping they didn’t have one. Smashing that hope, a guitar was procured with impressive speed. By this point the room had turned much quieter and a lot of attention was leveled my way. And for once it felt like I was not being mentally undressed. Not exclusively, at least. Resigning myself to the fact that I wasn’t going to weasel myself out of this one, I drained my cup and took the instrument. Considering for a moment what I should play, I settled on some good old Dizzy. Ignoring the stares, I started playing. I know one day you’ll turn to me and cry You don't feel like we need to say goodbye You want me to forgive and understand No, I would if I could but I can't Hearing no calls to cease my wailing, my confidence slowly grew and I entered into the next verse with greater enthusiasm. I know one day you’ll turn to me say You don't feel like we need to run away You want me to forget you changed the plan No, I would if I could but I can't If you always change your ways then you'll always be astray I can wait on you forever Forever And I'm getting closer I'm getting closer to clearly see That everything's over Everything's over finally Waiting on someone I can wait on you forever Forever I took a careful look around and saw that I had an… appreciative audience. Many were the stares leveled my way that could be described as downright horny. Before I could get distracted I focused my eyes on the guitar in my arms once more. I know one day you’ll turn to me and say You're no longer a million miles away You want me to forgive and take a mend No, I would if I could but I can't I would if I could but I can't I let the last note fade out, before looking up again and received a round of applause and cheering from the assembled crowd. Ayanna’s hand tightly grabbed my thigh before she whispered into my ear. “I’m looking forward to showing you how much I liked that.” I gave her a nervous smile, her eyes too had a predatory quality to them. “Thank you,” I finally said to the crowd, before handing the instrument back to the waitress. “Don’t you want to sing some more?” She asked dreamily. I put on my best shit eating grin and said. “Now now, don’t you think that’s a bit selfish? How about you sing us all a song before you ask for someone else to play?” Hanging her head slightly she scampered off. I turned my attention to the wine that had been refilled and enjoyed the show, as other patrons came forward to offer musical entertainment of their own. Most performances were quite nice to listen to. I thought I was a decent enough singer, but I couldn’t hold a candle to most of them. Thus, the expectant stares put my way by many after every song were a bit of a mystery to me. As the night carried on and I had progressively more to drink, finally, a seemingly human woman took the stage. She was clad in purple, flowing robes and had the most extraordinary hair I had ever seen. It was pitch black and reached all the way down to her feet. There was something captivating about it I couldn’t quite put into words. It probably meant that I was quite drunk. When she started singing, she did it without musical accompanyment. She didn’t even sing with words. Not any that I could understand anyway. It was like a dream started overlapping with reality and the song, if you could call it that, quickly put me in a trance. When she finished, it took me a moment to return to reality. Only then did I realize that she was standing directly before me, my hands caressing her hair. My body was flush with excitement and I was breathing heavily. I dimly looked around and saw that many of the other patrons were in a similar state to mine, including Ayanna and Akela. Akela’s hand shot toward my crotch, where only now I realized I had an almost painful erection. “We should go, unless you want me and half the guests present to jump you right here,” said Ayanna, obviously struggling to control herself. The two anubi quickly got up and started dragging me towards the exit, the other patrons making disapproving sounds and a few hands grasping at me as we passed. I still couldn’t get the woman with the beautiful hair out of my mind. The two hurriedly dragged me down the street. Both of them had their hands all over me. Not that I was any better. It took every bit of self-restraint I had left not to throw them to the ground right there and ravish them. --- I must have blacked out before we made it home. I woke up alone in Ayanna’s bed, feeling sore all over. Especially the feeling in my pelvis suggested things had gotten rough. But when I tried to remember the previous night, my head felt like someone was applying a chisel to it. Typical result of a night spent drinking wine. With a pained groan, I heaved myself out of bed and assembled my clothes, hoping that a bath might help. With that thought I helped myself to some water and left the house, heading towards the closest public bath. I barely registered my surroundings as I stumbled through the streets and finally arrived. Whatever time it was, the bath was completely empty, so I disrobed and let my body down into the cool water with a pleased groan. The bath helped indeed as my headache didn’t subside, but at least faded pleasantly into the background. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift in no particular direction. --- “You should not fall asleep in the bath, what would you do if your head slipped under the water?” I startled awake from the light slumber I had fallen into. My head lay in the valley of an expansive pair of breasts, partially covered in pitch black hair. Slender arms were wrapped around my chest and more long hair covered parts of my body. Normally this might cause some alarm, but my hangover-addled brain apparently couldn’t be bothered. Instead I lazily turned my head up and to the side to look into the face of the woman whose performance had so mesmerized and aroused me the night before. “It was quite rude of you to leave so suddenly after I worked so hard, my dear.” Her voice was like honey. “But luckily I found you again. You see, I am a bit thirsty. Surely you do not mind?” Did I mind? My mind was still working slowly, but my body certainly reacted to her, becoming flush where her lush hair came into contact with it. “Poor dear, had a bit too much to drink, huh? Worry not, I will take care of everything, just relax.” I couldn’t be bothered to resist. I felt too good as I nestled my head back into her soft breasts. She made an approving sound and her hair started moving by itself, caressing my entire body, moving in on my penis. The feeling was hard to describe, incredibly soft as it wrapped around and stimulated me. My midsection was lifted out of the water as her hair moved more insistently, intent on bringing me over the edge. At the same time, she was also gently caressing my head, making low cooing sounds. When I finally experienced climax it was unexpectedly soft. I was almost angry at myself as my seed stained her marvelous hair, but to my surprise, it seemed to simply absorb it, never ceasing to work my shaft. More hair started to wrap around my body and where it touched me it left a sense of… well-being. I fell back into a state of trance as her hair continued its ministrations. --- I couldn’t tell how long we kept this up or how often she milked me, but eventually her hair retreated from my midsection and, after holding me for a bit longer she gently laid me down in the water again, then got up. Her posterior was centimeters away from my face, but weirdly, all I could look at was her hair. If it had been beautiful the night before, my vocabulary was now insufficient to properly describe it. It seemed almost ephemeral, unreal. I raised my hand to caress it, tracing it as she slowly moved over to where she had lain down her robe. “You should feel a bit better soon my dear, a little thank you for your hospitality.” With that she left. Only then did I realize I had not asked her name, had not even spoken a single word the entire time, so enthralled had I been with her, her hair. I shook my head slightly. What the hell was going on with me. I was a sucker for dark, long hair, but I couldn’t remember ever having entertained sexual thoughts around hair. I soaked in the water for a while longer, entertaining that riddle, though I had the suspicion that it must’ve been some form of magic. I felt drained, but just as the woman had promised, the discomfort from my hangover subsided. Though it didn’t disappear entirely. Deciding that I had spent enough time in the bath I raised myself up, got dressed and headed back, planning to nap some more. |
mugen91Dec 19, 2022 2:21 AM
| [applause] That song! Woo! I'll let y'all in on a secret of mine -- I have the ability to hear harmonies, especially when I find a song particularly moving. With this one I started hearing them halfway through the first verse. Very, very nice indeed. And I believe this marks the first use of the kejourou in a story. If not, it's definitely the first h-scene featuring one. |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
tygertyger said: [applause] That song! Woo! I'll let y'all in on a secret of mine -- I have the ability to hear harmonies, especially when I find a song particularly moving. With this one I started hearing them halfway through the first verse. Very, very nice indeed. That's a pretty nifty skill :) I can only recommend checking out Dizzy Mizz Lizzy. Great band and great live performance as well, though these days they're not playing a lot outside of Denmark, which I imagine is a slight hindrance for most people here :P tygertyger said: And I believe this marks the first use of the kejourou in a story. If not, it's definitely the first h-scene featuring one. I'm not sure if a kejourou has previously made an appearance, but yes, it's definitely the first H-Scene. I'll generally try to work in some of the less often seen mamano in the story, though it will not always be quiet that obvious :) |
| Nice chapter. I think the MC should get a passport in which he gets a stamp every time he does x-rated stuff with a new mamono species. Gotta bone em all! Also Kejourou have been mentioned in one of the stories where the MC visited Bestallion, but can't remember which one (DCW, Nox, and / or Mdude's 1st). They were only glanced over as part of the scenery (shopkeeper/vendor), though, no interaction of any kind as far as I can remember. |
| Damn Metal, you keep giving me ideas :D Mamano bingo could be quite funny, maybe I'll actually use something inspired by that to choose the species of some of the minor characters in the story :D |
mugen91 said: Damn Metal, you keep giving me ideas :D I'm much better at the coming up with ideas part than I am with the actually writing those ideas out part. I would say my own story isn't even out of it's prologue yet if I just look at all the plans I already have for it :-P |
MetallumOperatur said: I'm much better at the coming up with ideas part than I am with the actually writing those ideas out part. Well, I come up with a lot more than I'm actually writing as well, even major plot points that won't be written out for (probably) months have changed many times already :P MetallumOperatur said: I would say my own story isn't even out of it's prologue yet if I just look at all the plans I already have for it :-P Only one way to go for you then. Give next chapter please :P |
mugen91 said: Well, I come up with a lot more than I'm actually writing as well, even major plot points that won't be written out for (probably) months have changed many times already That's a good sign. Remember all those questions you asked me via PM? Consider the fact that I had answers for them. There was a lot of thought put into Sun Garden that doesn't show up overtly on the page. That's what's supposed to happen if you're planning the story out. mugen91 said: Only one way to go for you then. Give next chapter please Seconded! |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
tygertyger said: mugen91 said: Only one way to go for you then. Give next chapter please Seconded! Check |
| Had no idea how far I'd fallen behind on this. It looks like you're leaving my little gilded hell before too long, but I'll at least make the offer of some otherwise behind-the-scenes info on Ahmose that you can use if you'd like. Despite totally slamming my MCs only official profession =P, I really like this. You've done a truly great job of capturing the negative mindset a lot of men (and mamono) would have regarding the laws of the land. Looking forward to more, of course =) |
emeraldtryst said: Despite totally slamming my MCs only official profession =P, I really like this. You've done a truly great job of capturing the negative mindset a lot of men (and mamono) would have regarding the laws of the land. Looking forward to more, of course =) Well, my MC may not be fond of being called a whore, but actions in this case speak a bit louder than words, and so far everything was purchased with favors of the sexual variety, so I'll call the compromises self-conceit :P |
Chapter 9 Arriving back at Ayanna’s house, I saw that Akela had returned in my absence. She had made some space in the middle of the main room, carrying a spear in her hands. She ceased her movements when I entered to greet me, but soon had me step aside to make space for her. I placed myself on the bed and watched as she resumed with an elaborate routine. She gracefully went through her movement as she stabbed at, sliced at and defended against the attacks of non-existent enemies. Starting slowly, she quickly increased her pace until she whirled around the room. In spite of the weapon’s length and her wild movements, her spear never touched anything but air in the fairly small confines of Ayanna’s house. Nevertheless, I made sure to make myself as small as possible. I was reminded of how Lea and Amunta had told me of mamonos physical superiority over humans. To date, this had been mostly demonstrated in their unnatural strength. While that in itself had been sufficient, the speed, precision and control Akela demonstrated here reinforced the notion that I should probably avoid getting into any kind of close quarter confrontation with a mamono. When she finished, I gave a little clap and she shot me a weird look. “You don’t know much about the martial arts, do you?” “Not really, no. But I thought that looked quite impressive.” “It was a simple routine, hardly more than warm up to keep me limber.” In spite of her words, she had a satisfied smile on her face. Was it modesty to act like her skills weren’t that impressive, or did she really consider her routine nothing worth speaking of? “Where I’m from people only really practice this stuff as a hobby. I can’t be expected to be all that insightful,” I shrugged. “It’s like if I asked you to evaluate the skill level of someone competing on the Isle of Man with a regular driver without any point of reference.” “What’s that?” “A race.” If I had my phone I could easily show her, though I supposed I’d also lack an internet connection. That made me think that maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that things had been busy. I had barely had a chance to miss my home with everything going on. Perhaps it would be worthwhile to look into the possibility of returning home when I arrived in Bestallion. Just because everyone I met so far thought there was no way back, didn’t mean that there definitely was no way back. Although if I considered the tragedy this land had gone through because of the attempt to open a way to earth, perhaps this was something better left alone. I refocused my thoughts and told Akela about my encounter with the lady in the bath, curious to learn something about her kind. Akela scowled when she heard this. “You should report her to Ayanna when she comes back. Rape is strictly forbidden in Ahmose.” Slightly taken aback I answered. “Now I’m not sure that would be classified as rape. She sort of waited for my consent before she really did anything.” “Were you already wrapped in her hair when you came to?” I nodded. “Then you hardly would have been capable of refusing. A kejourou can cause great arousal and excitement in any person that comes into touch with it that goes far beyond simple seduction.” I thought about it for a moment. “Perhaps you’re right, but no real damage was done, right? She actually helped me with my hangover, I think. I wouldn’t want her to be persecuted for that.” Akela gave me a long, stern look. “If you don’t want to consider it rape then nothing will come of it anyway, but be aware that if you treat such things lightly you will surely be taken advantage of.” --- The rest of my last week in Umbra passed uneventfully. With my way out of the desert secured, a heavy weight had been lifted from me. Akela moved out on the fourth day, stating that Ayanna should get the chance to make the most of the limited time she had left with me and I can certainly say that she did. The sex was animalistic and left me quite sore more often than not. But that was weirdly ok with me. Somehow, I liked it when she was a bit rough with me. Three days before my departure, Lea and Amunta returned from their latest patrol and I spent another pleasant day with them. Once again, It was obvious what they desired from me and after some consideration, I agreed. If Ayanna was dissatisfied with my performance that night she could just use the ityphalli-something curse anyway. Besides, if I left Ahmose there was a high chance I wouldn’t see the two again and if I was going to give out favors, the two women I had to thank for being alive seemed to me the right candidates. Not to mention that they were exceedingly attractive and, if my memory in my then slightly delirious and exhausted condition was not far from the mark, quite pleasant to be with. And just like that, my last day in Umbra had arrived. I spent the day saying my goodbyes to the few acquaintances I had made and walking the gardens surrounding the central ziggurat one final time. A small part of me was sad to go. If my time wasn’t running out, I might’ve stayed, even though I still didn’t enjoy the scalding sun. My heart slightly heavy, I headed back to Ayanna’s one final time to spend our last night together. I did not get a lot of sleep that night, but contrary to my expectations, the streak of rough sex we’ve had the last few days did not continue. Instead, Ayanna loved me slowly and gently, though unrelenting still. The hardness that characterized her eyes most of the time disappeared and instead they had taken on a much softer expression. I tried my best to show how much I appreciated everything she had done for me. I might have eventually fallen in love with her if I’d stayed longer, I thought to myself when we were finished and she lay with her head on my arm, in the position that had quickly become customary for us. That was weird in its own way. I was normally not one to get attached easily. --- When Ayanna woke me the next morning I felt as though I had not slept at all. Nonetheless, I got out of bed grumbling. I saw that she had already gotten all my things in order before waking me. “You need to get going soon,” she said. Her eyes were mostly hard again. As I got dressed she came up to me with a neatly folded hooded cloak in her arms. “This is for you. If you’re going to traverse the shadeless sands again, you should have something more to protect your skin, it is not made for the desert.” I was touched by her gesture. At the same time, it made me feel miserable. “I didn’t get you anything… “ “No need, I know you are destitute and your company has been well worth it.” “Still…,” I protested. She put her paw over my mouth and shushed me. “You will take this along with you and in exchange make me a promise.” I looked at her, waiting for her to continue. “If your roads ever lead you to Ahmose again, you will visit me.” I didn’t deserve this woman. “Of course,” I promised and she rewarded me with a kiss. ”Then all is well. But now we must leave. Kohaku will not be pleased if you are late. I shall accompany you to the city gates.” I nodded solemnly and donned the cloak. The craftsmanship was marvelous. It was lightweight but felt like it would offer me good protection from sun and rain alike. It also sported many small pockets. While I currently lacked many useful items to store in them, I thought they might come in handy later. I had a sinking suspicion that the cloak was likely a fair bit more expensive than the pants and sandals she had bought me earlier, but she clearly wasn’t going to tolerate any discussion on the matter. And even if it made me feel terrible, I would have been a fool not to accept the gift. Thus, I shouldered my traveling bag and we left. Ayanna lead me through the streets and towards the edge of the city where we arrived at a sort of caravanserai. I saw Kohaku, Akela and Rin standing along with four others next to two laden, oxen drawn wagons. “I had almost feared you had changed your mind. Well, never mind, good of you to finally grace us with your presence, I was getting anxious to depart,“ Kohaku said by way of greeting. “Ok, ok, here I am now, all ready to go.” I turned to Ayanna, wrapping my arms around her and lifting her off the ground. She let out a surprised yip. I gave her one last steaming kiss, trying to impart my appreciation and perhaps a bit more than just that to her. She kissed me back and wrapped me in a hug as well, pressing hard enough to cut off my air supply and forcing me to put her down. “Until we meet again,” I said. “l shall keep you to that.” With that she turned around and left. I was grateful for that, as I was not a big fan of long goodbyes. Turning towards the wagons, I walked towards an uncertain future. |
mugen91Dec 19, 2022 2:22 AM
| And thus ends the first story arc. This chapter is a nice transition to the next phase of the story. |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
Chapter 10 I joined up with my new travel companions and was greeted with various degrees of enthusiasm. Aside from Akela, Kohaku and Rin, whom I had met before, there were four others. There was a harpy named Mareli, with onyx coloured feathers, short black hair and deep red eyes. She wore a minimalistic black bra and black miniskirt and was deeply suntanned. Next to her stood a woman with long, dirty grey-white hair who seemed to be naked, save for a loincloth, and weird red coloured skin covering part of her body that was reminiscent of dried blood. She introduced herself as Mesta. The woman that made me most nervous had red tinted skin and was clad in flame. She introduced herself as Ani, a ferocious smile on her lips. How is that going to work without me getting burned? The final woman did not immediately introduce herself. She had blue eyes and light brown hair, a long reptilian tail, finned ears, and clawed hands and feet. She looked at me thoughtfully before taking some kind of battle stance. “I’m Ella, now defend yourself!” Without further elaboration, she sprang forward. I was too stunned to even react as she grabbed my arm, moved around and tripped my legs, knocking me to the ground. “What kind of reaction is this? I said to defend yourself!” “I told you he’s not a warrior, you can’t expect him to react properly if you just jump him like that,” Rin commented, shaking her head. “What the fuck was that?” I asked angrily. “I just needed to see if you’re worth pursuing.” Ella sighed, “I suppose you’re not husband material.” I was utterly confused, and a bit embarrassed. “Don’t let it bother you too much.” Akela pulled me up to my feet. “Some lizardmen are a bit stupid and think that only a warrior that can match them is worth pursuing, so she pulls stupid stunts like this every now and again.” “It’s NOT stupid.” That feels like an ongoing argument. I gave Akela a thankful nod and decided to chalk it up to cultural differences and not let it bother me too much. At least if she didn’t do it again. “If you’re ready we should get going now, you can talk on the road.” Kohaku was clearly anxious to get going. With that, the group fell into action, Kohaku taking the helm on the front wagon and Rin taking the second wagon. I decided to start the day off with walking. I could always go on the wagon when I started to feel tired, but I had a feeling that in a world without cars, airplanes and trains I’d likely be well off getting used to walking if I wanted to get anywhere. --- Kohaku explained to me that our route would first take us toward the north north-west. This way, after a few days, we would reach a river that we could follow northward toward the Kiokan border. Traveling along a river seemed a sensible choice when traveling through a desert. Water being scarce and all that. We had been on the road for only about 2 hours when Mareli broached the topic of the night’s sleeping arrangements. “Given the good job I did keeping us out of trouble on the way to Umbra I think it’s only fair that he stays with me tonight,” she argued steadfastly. “You’re going to have to share, there’s seven of us. Besides, I’m the one paying for his supplies, so I get to go first,” Kohaku interjected. “In that case, we can share him tonight,” Mareli quickly suggested. “No, I will be the one to join them tonight,” Rin said with a tone of finality that allowed no further discussion. “A foursome then!” “I thought we had an agreement that I get to choose the when and the where?” I said pointedly. “Kohaku promised him that he would get to make that choice,” Rin agreed. Mareli grumbled. “Then I get him tomorrow,” she said, ignoring both me and Rin. “Don’t just go and decide things on your own, you’re not the only one here who wants a taste!” Ani countered in an agitated tone. Akela smirked a bit before saying “Now, now ladies. This should be an opportunity for us all to enjoy ourselves, not to fight amongst ourselves.” “You already had him, so maybe you’re not as pent up as the rest of us. But if you’re so relaxed about it, I guess you don’t mind going last,” said Mareli. The discussion went back and forth for a while, primarily between Mareli, Ani and Mesta. The only thing they really argued about was who would get me tomorrow and who would have to wait one more day, as Ella proclaimed that she was not interested in someone who was not a warrior and none seemed to want to challenge Kohakus’ or Rins’ claim for going first. They did not seem to care much for my declaration that I got to choose when and with whom I slept. I supposed it was unlikely that, regardless of who I joined in their tent, we were not getting intimate. But I had meant it when I said I wasn’t opposed to sexual favors, so it was fine I told myself. After all, it’s not technically whoring like this. I tried to convince myself. In the end, they decided that Mareli and Mesta would have me in their tent the next day and Akela and Ani would share their tent with me the day after. Ani only agreed to this because the others promised that she would get to go second on the next rotation. And even then she only agreed grudgingly. I couldn’t help but feel some discomfort, knowing just how much I was at the mercy of these strangers. If they decided to break our agreement, there would be little I could do about it. Perhaps I should just… No, staying in Umbra really isn’t an option. I have to take the risk. At least they didn’t ask me to decide. It didn’t really impact me where I slept since I didn’t know any of these women and I had no idea who I would prefer to go first, aside from Akela. I remained quiet and considered the group a little more closely. They were all beautiful. With… nice assets. All mamono I have seen so far are beautiful. One would think that this would diminish the effect, but it really doesn’t. It also seems like they are all in great physical condition, perhaps another perk, aside from their increased physical performance? My gaze caught on Mestas' shapely backside and stayed there for a while. I really couldn’t complain too much about this situation. If only it didn’t feel so wrong that I was basically selling myself. Maybe I had to change my stance on that? I was not home anymore after all. But no, I’d really rather not part with that just yet. Noticing my stare, Mesta turned to me, a playful look in her eyes. “Hehe, you like that?” She closed in, wrapped one arm around me and used the other to place my hand on her bum. And they’re utterly unreserved. “Can I lick you?” Not waiting for an answer, she took down the hood of my hood, extended her tongue, her unusually long tongue, and ran it across my neck, causing a shiver to run across my spine. What the? Where her tongue ran along my skin, it flushed and moments later I felt the rest of my body become flush as well, including a quickly growing bulge in my pants. “Mesta, you can’t do that unless he agrees to it, except for when it’s your turn,” Rin calmly admonished her. “But I haven’t licked a man in so long. And he was looking at my ass.” Mesta said, almost outraged, but letting go of me nonetheless. Rin gestured for me to sit next to her. “You’ll have to be careful around her if you want to avoid that, she is easily excitable.” “I noticed.” Mesta had stopped, but that didn’t really help me with the ‘problem’ she created. I started breathing heavily and squirming as I sat next to Rin, my body flush. “What’s the matter?” I gave her an annoyed look. I was sure she knew exactly what the matter was. “Well… I’m going to go ahead and guess that Mesta did something to me and now I’m feeling a bit..” “Horny? A ghoul’s saliva will have that effect.” I noticed that most of the group was looking at me quite intently. The way a hungry person looks at food. I remained quiet for a second. It would be very bothersome if I didn’t get some relief and it was obvious they were more than willing to help. ”I might need some help with this.” “It can’t be helped then. I’ll lick him,” came Mestas' cheerful reaction. “No way! You couldn’t keep to our agreement for one hour, I’ll do it,” Ani quickly countered. “It’s not your turn ladies, it’s mine and Rin’s. So what do you say Rin, want to work him over?” She looked at me, but then shook her head. “You go first, I’ll wait until tonight.” “That’s not fair! I made him horny. He looked at MY ass,” Mesta pouted. Kohaku gestured for Akela to take the reins and moved onto the back of the wagon, patting her hand on an even surface. “How about you get your butt over here Sönke.” “Out in the open?” I asked, surprised and a little nervous. “Unless you would like to wait?” She said with a teasing smile on her face. Damn, I don’t think I can or want to. I cursed a little under my breath, but reluctantly walked up to the first wagon nonetheless. “Lie down,” she ordered in a low husky voice. I laid down, very aware of all those eyes directed at me. Not letting herself be bothered by any of that, Kohaku pulled down my pants and freed my shaft. She took hold of it with a mischievous smile and gave it a few tentative strokes. “At least stop teasing please?” I asked. “Only because you asked so nicely,” She retorted, dragging her tongue along the underside of my member before opening wide and swallowing me down, her hot breath coursing over me. Moving her head up and down she teased my tip with her tongue. She still went slowly, teasingly, all the while never breaking eye contact. After a few minutes of teasing I couldn’t bear it anymore, taking hold of her head and pushing her further down. Her eyes widened in surprise before she relaxed and let me dictate the speed of her movements. At least for the moment. I let out a low moan when I felt her chin touch my balls. I went slow at first, not wanting to cause her too much discomfort, but quickly increased the pace. I saw one of her hands disappearing below her robes and she started moaning into my crotch. Another two minutes of this was almost enough for me, and I felt my climax approaching. Kohaku suddenly lifted her head, easily ignoring my grip on her head and in turn gripping me by the base, showing that my ‘control’ really wasn’t all that. “Not into the mouth.” She quickly removed her underwear and lowered herself onto me, all while still holding onto my base. She started bouncing up and down, keeping my gaze prisoner with hers, moaning unabashedly. I looked at her pleadingly and after giving me a cute look, she removed her grip and ordered. “Now!” I released a strained moan and followed her command. “Thanks for the treat”, she grinned but made no move to get up. I deflated somewhat inside of her, but the effects of Mesta’s… saliva had not worn off entirely. “Think you have another one in you?” Kohaku asked with a hungry smile, drawing jealous sounds from the other women. I nodded hesitantly and she started gyrating her hips, providing the necessary stimulation for me to get fully erect again. --- After the second round, Kohaku patted me on the head before getting up and putting her clothes back in order and moving back up to take back the reins from Akela. Nothing in her bearing betrayed what had just happened. I looked at her a bit dumbfounded. Did she just pet me? But now that the distraction of my arousal had been reduced, if not entirely eliminated, I was once more very aware of the staring. I saw a few flushed faces, Mesta openly pouting. I decided to move over to Ella, figuring she was the least likely to try to make any moves on me now, even after that display. Although, when I came up next to her I could swear there was a hint of red on her cheeks. |
mugen91Dec 19, 2022 2:22 AM
mugen91 said: No that is definitely not whoring yourself out :-PAfter all, it’s not whoring like this. I tried to convince myself. Also here's your new passport: |
MetallumOperaturSep 20, 2017 9:28 AM
MetallumOperatur said: mugen91 said: No that is definitely not whoring yourself out :-PAfter all, it’s not whoring like this. I tried to convince myself. Whatever we have to tell ourselves to sleep at night :P [quote=MetallumOperatur message=52384335] mugen91 said: Also here's your new passport: Let's get to work on filling those pages then xD |
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