by Philip Read
My hands move delicately over her collar and breasts, her nipples are almost always a little erect so I’m never sure its because of arousal but she seems to be enjoying the attention. My hands quest around her ribs, feeling the oblique muscles tighten as I pull her tight against me.
She doesn’t protest even as she exhales in surprise, by her arms still t her sides, I don’t like that. So I take her arms an place them around me, gets the idea and starts exploring my back with her hands. Her hands on me feel good and the cock pulsing against her to the rhythm of her questing hands is making her aware of that.
She is quickly learning that what she does to me elsewhere with her hands is translated into my loins and I see in her curious eyes that the discovery baffles her. I grin at her confusion but I let her play as I play with her body.
I touch her all over, exploring her skin and getting to know her entire torso better but her hands don’t stray far from where I originally placed them even as her breathing deepens clearly indicating her arousal. She just doesn’t know what to do about it and I can clearly see that she will do nothing without being directed.
I encourage her hands to explore all the way down to my buttocks, for some reason I like being touched there soothingly. Probably ‘cause of Freydìs, she was my initial trainer in the canal arts and did many things to me I then considered strange.
My hand at her waist undoes her clasp and her beautifully decorated loincloth falls at her feet heavily. The thing is as weighty as a kilt so it doesn’t blow around in the wind much.
It’s my turn to explore her very nicely firm behind and she starts making moaning sounds and I pull her tightly to me by her ass. She is still looking up at my face but her eyes are now glazed over like she’s in a trance. This is what our first time together should have been, not the painful bloody affair it was with her mothers and aunts outside the door to ensure the deed is done.
Her hands are all over me now and she looks adorable as she is lost to her own world, her sensations. I position my leg between her thighs and pull her into it hard. Her wet slith slides along my thigh and she makes a pleasant sound of eager surprise as her eyes return back to me.
I do it again and get the same exhaled sound only this time her eyes widen as they look at me, I pull her in again and she slides up my thigh on her own slick fluids easily. As I pull again she comes eagerly forward, assisting me in rubbing her little nub against my thigh.
We are wet from a sheen of sweat on our bodies, wet from the fluids coming out of my cock and painting her belly, wet from her slit making things warm and sticky between us. I bend down as I pull her to me and give her a little peck on the lips, the first kiss between us.
She seems slightly confused but willing to try anything as I pull her up my thigh to a moan and peck her again, and again, as I pull her by the ass against me again she gives a little scream of surprise and her entire body tightens up to the point that veins become visible on her forehead as her cunt literally clenches on my thigh like a living creature trying to swallow my thigh even as it spills out more of her slick juices.
It takes a moment as I watch what I assume is her first orgasm as her eyes get glazed over again and her mouth opens in a silent scream that let’s me see deep into her mouth. She then shivers and crumbles in my arms but I hold her up and lift her into the tub of water.
“What have you done to me?” She groggily sends in Universal straight into my mind.
I smile at that, I did suspect that she could send like their scouts can but she has been silent since we’d been introduced so I wasn’t sure. I give her another peck on her rip lips which she instinctively returns.
“I’m going to teach you many dirty things.” I say to her in Sandersoniy, I might as well start teaching her the easier of the languages I know.
I grab a cloth, soap it up and start washing her as she looks at me with that languid look of a fat cat. Good start this.
Chapter 71
Sachihiro
Ingwe and I seem to be getting along well since the bath and everything before and after. She is now comfortably cradled in my arms after I’ve introduced her to the pleasures of oral sex. We’ve been at it on and off for about 3 hours now and throughout the process she has been an eager student letting me do all I wish to her, thrusting that I know what I’m doing and it will be pleasurable.
The intoxicating power that gives me had me teaching her how to ride me, lick me and other things that entice me. But of course as I teach her I reward her with pleasure when she does her best. My favourite thing about bedding her are her climaxes though.
When she climaxes with me still inside it always triggers my own climax without a doubt. Her cunt seems to get a mind of its own and starts suckling hard on my cock somehow like it’s trying to milk me, if it is it does a very thorough job. I have made her climax six times now while still inside her, meaning I have finished inside her six times.
We’ve been trying yo speak to one another and I’ve been teaching her basic Sandersonian through her sending to me. There hasn’t been much time to get into anything deep but I did manage to communicate my desire to know how she recognised that slave outside, and why so many of the merchants slaves look like Alderman.
Apparently her people are declining fast, which is why their elders are now trying to form alliances and pacts of marriage. The Alderman have shunned the rest of society on Pangaea for so long that they don’t actually have anything other people want except for themselves. And they are willing to trade their daughters away now in hopes of making friends to stem the bleeding of their people.
One of their Seers prophesied that within 50 years her people will be no more and so they have been desperate to change, to try to learn more about the world outside the Foothills. But as soon as they leave their ancestral lands many of their skills and abilities stop working and the helves have been taking them as slaves.
Helves being what they call the predominantly half elven people of the Nexus. They have found themselves prisoners in their own lands while previously they stayed there by choice. Now they are hemmed in by slavers on all sides eager to catch any Alderman that leaves the protection of the grasslands.
It’s an interesting story with many implications about claimed territory and the power one might gain from it. But its mostly sad, made more so by the fact that she is projecting to me in Universal so there is no ambiguity to her meaning and feelings.
The Alderman are a people slowly being strangled out of existence or they walk into slavery. We are the second group her elders have made a similar pact with and she is worried the first group is treating her people no better than slaves wherever they are.
I empathize with her, I know what its like to have your people suddenly taken into slavery, people that don’t practice a formal form of slavery themselves. That their concealment and some of their Seers abilities are land based is very interesting though.
I think about that fight with that creature, we left an open dungeon there which means that creature or a similar creature will spawn there again. That place could become a great boon for the people if they don’t again let it grow to ridiculous power levels but kill it while its still young. We should have all died in that fight and we probably would have.
I cut that thing with my soul and it still kept ‘fucken’ coming at us. If it wasn’t as much a spirit creature as it actually was would I have been able to banish it to the spirit realm with the same technique, a technique that was a fluke itself. I know zanpakutō‘s are supposed to banish but that is not something I’ve even though to try before.
I sigh as I remember what that thing did to Asger when it cast its darkness magic. We had to leave him with the healers there and travel fast here so we could leave messages for the Conclave agents here. The Alderman can keep him alive but its only at the conclave that they can put him back together.
The sight of him like that reminded both Om and I of Harold and what that hag witch did to him way back when. Now
I have to think of a way to get my mates sibling out of slavery from these ‘fucken’ merchants somehow. What do I have to trade that will get me his slave bond?
If I only show interest in buying a single slave though they may realise his value to me, maybe I can buy several and have him amongst the purchases. What to trade though, everything I currently have with me I value, and some I still have no access to since I don’t yet have mana.
That’s a another thing on my mind, holding in an Awakening is like holding a shit for a long time. It gets uncomfortable fast and that dungeon gave me so much more mana that I need to Awaken that I’m practically bursting at the seems.
* *
Zaraya
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Erika says looking up from her papers at my head sticking into the opening of the door of her office.
“I was wondering if you could help me push a name on the list of people recommended for traveling to the underworld for a possible soul weapon.” I say quickly, trying to play politics and get a bureaucracy to benefit me for a change.
Erika looks at me slightly surprised before asking the pertinent question. “You realise there are strick prerequisites for qualifying to travel there and only 10 people are year are allowed to go?”
“I know.”
“And you are sure one of your many groups of disciples already qualifies?” She asks skeptically.
“Don’t knock it till you try it, 6 groups of 3 pupils each on the same level. Training together, living together, following roughly the same regiments and diets.” I say giving a thumbs up. “I not only train more disciples than any of you since I don’t need to be there for their entire tutoring but my disciples also have much broader specialisations than yours.”
“If you say so, just know that your boy or girl will be competing for the slot with Arnold’s second disciple and one of the old man’s grandkids.” She says before going back to her paper work.
I grin at that news excitement bubbling up inside me, I’m psyched! Ragnar will get an opportunity to show his stuff against worthy opponents before traveling to the Watanabe clan to get a soul weapon forged, this is great! He will definitely thank me as the best Master he could have ever had especially with his perpendicular grumpy constanece.
I hear the pain of a forging is quite unbearable though, I should have asked Sachihiro more about that.
Chapter 72
Sachihiro
From there our travel is mostly routine besides the increasingly powerful night attacks the deeper across the continent we went. That coupled with the Espara ambush implies something is happening but we’ve already reported that along with all we’ve learnt back to the Conclave.
From the Nexus we travel through a portion of Gallia then Rumania, after which it’s a straight road through unclaimed Dun, a place of rocks, little rock snakes, occassional shrubs and more rocks. And through it runs two highways at the intersection of which a little town called Fountain is shambled together.
How the place sustains itself I have no idea but I know the highways are a frequent working spot for slavers and bandits. We don’t stay there, we aren’t welcome because we killed to quickly and without thought for political ramigications last time we were here.
Past Dun it’s almost civilization again but I’ve discovered I don’t really like most human cities much. They are just too dirty and filled with too much misery for my tastes, besides the fact that they are stuffy and generally overcrowded. Itri is no different, a rough uncouth city in Gragdia whose only redeeming feature is it’s great alcohol.
We find accommodations in the city by renting a house so we can have a modicum of privacy though most of us will still sleep outside on the grass but at least its a home with a privacy wall built up.
All of us with new mates walk to one of the drinking holes to introduce them to real beer and we draw quite the crowd of eyes as we walk the dark city streets. The tavern is called the Rooster, one I’ve visited before so I don’t have to look around much as I walk in first.
Ingwe is a step behind me followed by Om the Mountain and his mate Vuyo, then its the two young men Galen and Hale with their mates. Caden stayed in the Foothills with Asger but they are both probably long mated as well by now. All our mates are in their traditional revealing loincloths and bare feet but walking into places like these they are quickly learning to convenience of a pair of sandles.
We head towards an unattended corner of the bar and grab empty chairs as we walk past other patrons. Everyone is eyeing us and the women but they are mostly silent with only a few grumbles. All the women except Hale’s are wearing coverings over their breasts because they are with child.
Apparently it’s a thing that expecting and nursing mother’s cover their breasts but I’m really not in the mood to deal with that little piece of information. We take our seats and two huge jugs are brought forward by the bar tender and several cups by a little slave girl.
Talking resumes and the volume starts picking up, the women mostly clump together ‘talking’ in Common. Apparently I’m the only one who thought to start by teaching my mate Sandersonian so I had to try teaching her both languages simultaneously for her to practice with the other wives.
Listening to her mix of Common and Sandersonian and Xhosa is hilarious, but I don’t like that she didn’t tell me she was with child till now after knowing for three ten days herself. Thats the predominant thought in my mind right now when i look at her or think of her. I’m not even sure why I’m so sour about it but ‘fucken’ holding in my Awakening isn’t helping, nor is it easy.
I find myself talking without hearing myself as the night progresses.
*
“I think its the fact that another one of my children won’t be born at home that has me upset.” I finally say to a silently nagging Ingwe before taking another drink and looking away.
How do women even do that, how do they ask a question once but keep silently nagging you about it if you don’t respond, with looks and frowns they interrogate not dropping the issue. I down my drink as another jug is brought, Om pays, he has lots of money.
I’m drunk, everyone around me is drunk, my head is heavy. “We shouldn’t have come here.” I say swaying slightly.
“To Igris?” Galen asks.
“To the Rooster.”
“Why not?” Hale asks besides me.
“We were here last time we passed this way only two years back.” I say looking around at all the patrons.
“So what?” Galen asks.
“Well now no one here will fight us.” I say shaking my head.
Ingwe giggles, I smile a little because she is catching Common quickly and I’m proud of her. She is tipsy even from the little we’ve allowed them to drink, they all are.
“You want a fight?” One of the people sitting in the corner booth eyeing us the whole night asks as he sidles closer but he stays were he things his safe from my immediate reach.
I look him up and down and spot two weapons, I’m too drunk to use examine but its only a recently learnt chakra skill I’ve survived this long without. He is short and lean but definitely a fighter.
“I wouldn’t mind a fight.” I say carefully, no need to kill anyone or get myself killed.
“There are organised fights every night down at the pits, its a hand to hand unarmored kinda thing, would you be interested in something like that? You could make a fair amount of coin if you win.” He asks carefully, his voice low but still carrying.
“If there is a fight right now I wouldn’t mind, any of you want to come?” I look to my companions with the question and they just shrug and we follow the shady character who introduces himself as Soal.
*
Its not long before I find myself in a literal pit dug 5m into the ground inside a tower shaped building. A building that just has the ground floor foyer with the pit in the middle of and stairs that just spiral up and up providing a great view from the rails for the spectators to watch from. Ingwe is
carrying my shirt in case I get it bloody so I’m half naked squaring off against a 2.2m tall man that towers over most of everyone here.
He stands like a boxer but he moves like a brawler as he comes towards me, I grin and go inside his reach and we clash into each other with fists without preamble.
Sometimes a person craves a fight not to hurt someone necessarily but for the adrenaline, the effort, the blood and pain. I take his punches not because I couldn’t avoid them if I wanted to but because I want to feel them, I want to have fun. I dodge his next one and plant my own right under his ribs, dodge another and hit into his other side.
He grunts and stumbles from the power behind them, power that even I can feel is amplitudes more than it was before that fight with the Lilithian creature. Could it be that my Awakening will primarily be in physical strength and the path of a warrior?
I give him two more free shots one into my ribs and the other on my left cheek and my head swerves from the power of the blow to the loud cheers of the crowd. This is one of the known and trusted local fighters and he has height, reach and weight over on me.
I take a step back and walk along the cement wall of the pit to the jeers of the crowd, my opponent gives me my space though he is still slightly hurt by the power of my punches and I can see the worry in his eye. I look up and nod towards the gord at Om’s feet which he throws at me. I take a long swallow of the strong spirits inside and almost immediately feel the alcohol warm itself a path through me.
I throw it back and move back to my opponent with a one two side step that has me in his guard and slapping an open palm against his right cheek with a loud ‘plat’ sound. He swings in quick and I duck under and out delivering another on the opposite cheek.
That’s what the rest of the fight is for five minutes as I systematically destroy the man with debilitating chops and palm strikes to vital organs slowing him down. I’m pulling my strikes I’m not sure why really but I guess the fight would have ended too quickly if I hadn’t, no reason to embarrass my opponent now is there, much.
