Laugh of Destruction (Book 3 of the Death Incarnate Saga)

by Jr H. Lee Morgan

  Cage immediately tasted not only Meeka but Brooke’s sex on her lips. It excited him greatly. His hands then grabbed her firm backside which prompted her to use her highly skilled tongue.

  Brooke’s touch lasted all of a moment before he felt her flower part and consume the entirety of his lance, gaining an orgasmic shudder from her and a gasping groan from him. Her hips began to roll as she threw her head back to say “Great Spirits!” as she took him fully to the hilt.

  Their reaction made Meeka grin as she turned around on his stomach and firmly grabbed Brooke’s moist hips to take control of how she moved while her man pulled her up to his face and she felt his tongue go to work while the his stubble chin roughly rubbed her pleasure bud, causing her to quake, but when Brooke managed to claim Meeka’s breath they both cried “Cage!!!”

  When Brooke could handle no more she fell back to pull her mate’s large lance from within and it wasn’t exposed long as Meeka claimed it for herself. Cage pushed her back so she fell atop Brooke and deftly pulled his legs around to stand on his knees and remained inside her from behind. Brooke saw the widening of Meeka’s sapphire blue eyes as a powerful orgasm was coming and hugged her to be breast to breast. It came powerfully upon the blonde, so strong she could not maintain control of her body as he made her scream in pleasure. Meeka gained some control as he shuddered within her while Brooke kissed her greedily.

  The passion didn’t end till the dawn began to brighten their tent.

  Hot flesh slicked with sweat, Cage caressed the wonderful women pressed satisfyingly to either side with their legs wound around his. He liked to watch their feminine perfection like this. His large hands gently caressing the flair of their hips while they comfortably lay their heads on his chest and smile to each other.

  A subtle disturbance of voices in the distance broke their bubble of bliss. “What’s going on?” Meeka asked as she sat up.

  “It is still too early for your parents to wake.” Brooke said. “We better go see.”

  Quickly they all got up, dressed and the women strapped their weapons to their thigh. Cage opened the flap to the cool morning air, followed by his mates.

  Almost immediately they saw the source of the excitement while others also slipped from their teepees to see the reason for voices.

  Lanna and Eoin finally returned. In a loud, commanding voice Cage said “About time the two of you returned!”

  Silence came next as all heads turned to him. Hand in hand, Lanna brought Eoin over, followed by every awake member of the tribe. Cage saw Lanna lost much of her fierceness with the large spirit mate at her side. She looked profoundly happy and unsure of herself. Both wore clothes, but were so dirty that they showed haste in putting it on without caring. “Chief,Priestess…” She said so quickly it was more like one word. “ThisisEoinandIwantobringhimintothe…”

  “Calm yourself, Sister.” Brooke said and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Your words are too quick to understand. Breathe. You are too excited.”

  Lanna made a show of taking a deep breath and it really seemed to help the flustered warrior. “Forgive me, Priestess.” She said much more slowly and gestured to Eoin. “Eoin, I would like you to meet Chieftain Cage, leader of the Utala tribe. This is our Priestess, Brooke. And this is their mate Meeka.”

  “We met.” Eoin said to Cage and both smiled. The smith’s eyes had caught sight of something and it turned out to be Daku coming to land on Cage’s shoulder to wrap himself comfortably around the back of his neck. “It is a pleasure to meet you all.”

  “I was wondering when you two would show up.” Cage said. “Today is the last day of the Fall Harvest. We were getting afraid the two of you would be left behind. You two hungry?”

  “Very. We ate little these past days.” Lanna admitted bashfully.

  With a gesture from the chief, one of the women left to go gather food for the pair. She returned quickly with a platter and the two gorged. Worried glances spread through the tribe as the pair stuffed mouthfuls. Then there came a chuckle from Daku who said “Take a breath you two. You have come back to yourselves after joining. Tell me, how do the two of you feel towards each other.”

  The rather quiet Eoin said nothing as Lanna swallowed her mouthful and wiped her lips. She said “I never knew a better lance could do what he did to me. It is hard to be here, I admit. It is difficult to not be with him for some reason, but we agreed that we had to return.”

  “That will pass when you become pregnant.” Daku stated, matter of fact. “Hunger brought you back, but now you must focus. You will have plenty of time in three days to be together. Until then you must resist mating for this critical day and help. If I see the two of you losing control I will separate you.”

  “Why?” Eoin asked.

  “Because you have priorities… if you are coming.”

  “I cannot leave Lanna, but I’ve never felt so strongly before…”

  Brooke held up a forestalling hand and silence came next. “Eoin, so are you willing to follow Lanna and be part of this tribe?”

  “Yes.” He replied in a direct seriousness that had no doubt. “Lanna and I spoke on the matter and I cannot take her from all of you. I have only my parents, little brothers and sister, but they will understand why I’m leaving and be happy for me. Lanna says your people are in great need of a blacksmith. I’m willing to offer my trade if you’ll have me?”

  Eager whispers grew till Brooke held her hand up again. “As it so happens, we are in need of a metalworker’s skills. My mate is stretched too thin and to add another task will hinder him. Yesterday I saw how you managed to defeat one of our best warriors so I need not ask you to do a challenge. You are strong and will give Lanna worthy babies. So long as you are her mate and uphold honor for your people I allow you into the Utala tribe as a brother.” Brooke stepped forward and quickly kissed him on the lips as part of her duty as priestess.

  Eoin staggered back and heard chuckling at his response. “Why… Why did you just kiss me?”

  “Eoin Love,” Lanna took his hand and he immediately relaxed to give her a smile that stretched his scars. She returned it with a loving smile of her own. “do not be upset. Priestess Brooke has brought you into the tribe. Only she has the right to do such. Neither the chief or elders can allow what she can. You are now Utala and my official mate.”

  “Oh.” He scratched his head. “Does she have to kiss everyone often?”

  Lanna laughed lightly. “No, only once unless it is for her mates and children.”

  “What next?” He asked.

  “Mother?” Lanna looked down to her ten year old son and up to her former mate and sister-mates.

  “Eoin, this is my son, his father and my sisters…”

  “Hope you are not mad about the situation… I didn’t mean for it to…” Eoin stopped when the average size, spear wielding man held up a hand.

  “You do not need to apologize, Brother. You won Lanna by honorable challenge and I’ve nothing to be upset for. The chief and Daku explained why it happened. Lanna was never truly mine, even after our challenge eleven years ago and the son we share. I am happy you can put a smile on her face. Even my mates agree she deserves you as a true mate.” The naked women by his side nodded.

  Eoin blinked in great confusion. “You are more mature than I expected. I actually worried I’d have to fight again to keep her.”

  The other man this time was confused before understanding. “Ah, but Lanna will teach you what it means to be a true Utala brother. You won mating rights in honorable combat. None can dispute you are a powerful man. Your arms are clearly the largest of our tribe. You deserve the best and I am honored you have chosen Lanna, Brother. If you take more mates, your brothers will understand, but if you take too many, be careful of personal challenges. If you are honorable, we, your brothers, will always respect you.”

  “For Lanna’s sake, I’ll do my best to understand.”

  The warrior woman brushed her covered breasts against Eoin’s
arm and Daku spoke commandingly when the pair was dangerously close to losing control.

  To change the issue Cage commanded “Eoin, you and Lanna need to regain your strength. Eat and get to know your new people and what it takes to be Utala. Everyone else!” he shouted. “Begin taking down the tents and ready for the last day of festivities. Have everything situated within two hours. Eoin, when all is done, take Lanna to meet your persistent family and gather your belongings. We will be leaving Kote first thing tomorrow morning.” To everyone else he simply gave a clear nod and the tribe instantly began to do what he commanded.

  “Are you ready for tonight?” Brooke asked her woman as they bound the poles with the leather siding and rolled it up.

  Meeka tied the last knot before responding. “I hope I do not make a mistake. Our sisters have put much effort in learning songs they never knew…” She looked down into her hands with clear hesitation. “So much will go wrong if I make a mistake tonight. All the hard work will be for naught.”

  Brooke laid a hand atop her love’s and drew them close. Meeka noticed a kind, loving smile and it filled her breast with warmth. “My Love, I believe tonight will be the most amazing night of celebration. People will see how amazing you are and be jealous of your talent.”

  “I just worry.”

  “Nerves.” Cage said and grunted when he lifted the collapsed version of the teepee over a shoulder. “Once the show starts you’ll knock ‘em dead.”

  “Who’s dying?” Cillian said as he approached, hearing only the last part.

  Cage laughed as he walked away to drop the wrapped tent over in by the barn.

  “Don’t mind him, Father.” Meeka responded when she saw the suspicious worry in his expression. “Cage has many odd sayings that has another meaning.”

  “Like hitting the head?” The mayor asked and saw his daughter nod. “Then what does he mean this time?”

  “That I’ve decided to sing…”

  “About time you do that.” Cillian interrupted with a wide smile. “You have a great voice, Meeka, and the town will love it.”

  “But, Father, it won’t just be me singing. The tribe will be with me to show the honor they feel for how wonderful these past days have gone. Brooke and others will dance while some will make music. Five of my sisters will also sing along with me.” She informed.

  Different expressions crossed Cillian’s appearance none being hesitant or concerned. “When do you plan on doing this event?”

  “Tonight, when the sun goes down.” Brooke said as she walked over. “Then in the morning we shall leave as it will conclude our first trading opportunity.”

  “Is there anything I can do to smooth your plans?” He had to ask.

  Brooke shook her head, making the beads clack against her high cheekbone. “No, we will make camp near the lake after the end to the celebration. After we are finished here our hunters are going to collect the livestock Cage procured three days ago. Now leave, our people must finish preparing for today.” She shooed him off. “We want to have one last practice and do not wish to have you see it. Collect your mate and go to the village.”

  Cillian laughed at being dismissed on his own land, but was too curious to be upset. He had an inkling tonight would be great and went to go saddle the horses before going to Tiffa and telling her the good news on what awaited. After he did prepare the horses and crossed the distance between the stable and his house he saw a growing pile of supplies gathered over the past days of the festival. Around his well pump were groups of unabashed naked people bathing and getting ready. He heard the beat of drums and other instruments being tuned one last time while others were sitting around sharpening weapons or washing clothes in large buckets.

  Before long he collected Tiffa and rode off when the Utala kindly had them leave per the priestess’s request. The pair didn’t mind, realizing the unknown made the wait more exciting.

  Cage had everyone do one final rehearsal before being one of the last to bathe. His mates also cleansed themselves in the cold well water and used a little piece of soap to remove the grime. He quickly made his trusty black knife which shaved only hair. Skin was unable to be cut due to the conjuring conditions. A few deft strokes left his jaw baby smooth. He slid into the versatile robe and tied the sash carefully since today was more ceremonious. He called a wooden comb from his pocket and brushed his hair to the side while the sides flowed back. Only the three beads hung on the left side of his temple.

  “Love, I’m ready.” Brooke said as she slid on the new flowing red dress she traded for. She turned her back and allowed him to brush out her wet ebony hair and braided it in a unique way which would match all the dancers. By the time he finished doing her hair Meeka came over in her beautiful turquoise dress with all the glistening rhinestones, the one she bought back in Vin’re for the Summer Ball. Cage gave her silky blonde hair a unique design he’d seen once on a model back on Earth and it drew attention to her soft neck and smooth features. Some he left loose to frame her face and highlight her generous mouth, small nose and her beauty mark that was placed to show her curse. Since Meeka would be the lead member of tonight, she needed to stand out more so than usual with her sisters.

  The other five amazing singers also came to him for their hair and the remaining dancers managed to copy Brooke’s braids.

  Soon the camp was broke down, piled in one large heap. The primary entertainers all wore flattering dresses. All weapons were cleaned, sharpened and polished for few wouldn’t be left out. Horses were groomed and everyone was ready and excited.

  Eoin still held Lanna’s hand and said he was going to hurriedly go visit his family and introduce her as his wife and retrieve all his equipment before saying goodbye. Those not participating chose to go with him since he said that he had many tools and equipment needed to do his trade which needed to come.

  Several family groups also went off to gather the livestock.

  Before leaving around the noon hour Cage focused on Jumping the great pile of supplies in the safe clearing he used to hide the boats near the beach last week. It knocked the wind out of him, Jumping so much at one time, but his diamonds had plenty to keep him from passing out.

  “Mount up everyone! Today’s the last day!” He shouted and gained many smiling cheers for nothing bad had happened to upset the first trade between the Utala and Kote’s townspeople.

  “May I have a word?” A voice asked casually.

  Cage sat his cup of mead down. The warlock wanted to test an idea his teacher once said how warlocks couldn’t get drunk on alcohol and so far he didn’t even feel a buzz as it was his sixth mug. The drink had a strong yet interesting flavor and warmed his stomach, but the test proved effective in that the alcohol turned quickly into sugar and helped give him the much needed energy boost from the earlier Jump. It was the first time he’d drank a drop of liquor in years, but now that he knew it didn’t affect him as it had on Earth and it benefitted his system… well, he felt more relaxed since his perception wouldn’t be altered and his reactions weren’t corrupted should there be danger. After the quick thoughts passed he looked up to find Jom being the one who spoke by his table where he and his family were eating in Big Tim’s tavern. “What do you need?”

  Jom looked at the tables, almost all were taken. “If you’re busy I can come back?”

  “Not at all. Being the last day and all, we’re taking it easy and enjoying ourselves. So why do you need to speak?” Cage asked, glancing at his kids eating a thick stew.

  The chandler pulled up an empty chair to relax and get off his aching feet. “Actually it’s about our wager.” Cages curiosity rise along with a single eyebrow. Before he could say the spell to speak only truth Jom said “You win.”

  “I do?” Cage said in honest surprise.

  The small man nodded. “In truth, I was actually going to visit you yesterday when the last toothbrush was sold, but I was too busy to leave the shop. As of right now my shop is mostly empty thanks to your peoples trad
es. The weapons went out by the second day and I have just a few trinkets remaining that I’m not willing to sell.” This statement intrigued everyone at the table, but Brooke and Meeka were the most stunned. “To be bold, those toothbrushes were skeptical, but by the next day when a few tried it, many women though really wanted it, more so than the men. They like how their breath is no longer foul and I heard some women talking how their love lives have returned because of the objects. And when I ran out of the toothbrushes, the paste was all bought up the same day. I made a hefty profit because of them.” Jom’s eyes twinkled. “This Fall Harvest has been the best of my whole life. When do you think I can get more? If these days are any indication, traders from far and wide will be coming for these goods.”

  “That is the real question.” Cage shrugged. “Twilight’s Third Council will be studying the toothbrush effects here and will tell me their findings. I have one contact there thanks to my teacher’s influence who will tell me their decisions. He’s my aid and will let me know when I can make more. I have gotten all rights to the design so no mage is allowed to distribute toothbrushes without my written consent. But until Twilight lets me know their decision on this test, I cannot make anymore. They’ve never even thought about dental care since mages do their own. They never thought of prevention, just getting paid to magically correct non-mage teeth.”

  The man grimaced, obviously not wanting to wait and willing to buy many, many more. “Unfortunate… When will the Utala be ready to trade again?”

  Brooke answered “Likely in the spring.”

  “Why so long?”

  “Because there is too much to do before winter keeps us home. We will be too busy preparing, but during the winter is where we make most of our tradable supplies.”

  “And” Cage added. “it will be impossible to make a proper canal from the ocean to the lake so my boats can simply sail instead off offloading and walking along the stream. Cillian said he’d need to discuss it with the town council before allowing me to do it. And my priorities will be occupied all winter long for my people. Spring will be the earliest I could widen and straighten the river. Sorry man, trading is now on our lowest priority. You’ll have to make due till we can come back. So far my people are optimistic that we can continue to…”