by Philip Read
As Dust drives away the day with the azure twilight of the Eldritch skies the drums start beating and the feasting and dancing and debauchery begins.
Chapter 106
Sachihiro
“My own daughter is almost 17 now, a good hunter and very fast runner.” Solomzi says to me as we walk ahead of the other’s.
“Thank you Solomzi really, but I am too busy to take another woman. I do appreciate the offer though.”
He huffs, “You are a great man, you freed me from the wretched hands of the helves and their magical bindings. You should have at least 20 women, I myself have 7 and I am not nearly as great as you are.”
Its been like this for a while, not necessarily from Ingwe’s brother the whole time but the other elders have daughters or granddaughters that are apparently very good for marriage. Ingwe herself has become a sort of celebrity amongst her relatives, old friends and rivals. Some of whom are apparently now petitioning her and my other mates to join our family, extolling their great qualities and prowess in the hunt or lion taming or whatever else.
“Aren’t your daughters now part of my family, is it not taboo amongst your people for relatives to become husband and wife?” I ask despite myself and I nearly groan and kick myself as he puffs up his chest in hope.
“This thing is easily overcome with sacrifice to the ancestors and explanation. They understand these things happen and will allow with, our bond will be closer if you take my eldest. I could take your eldest as well, we will become one blood.”
I’ve noticed them eyeing Saya and its really a new experience for me. First of all my baby is only 14 years old, but she doesn’t know I have wide range awareness and to stop her from masturbating would be very hypocritical and probably bad parenting. I don’t really mind her finding her sexuality but then I also caught her ‘experimenting’ with an orc boy on the trip.
My heart nearly stopped and I may have kicked the boy in the teeth had I not quickly realised she was the instigator and very much in charge. I wisely decided to be a tattle and go tell Kuyoki, who apparently knew the whole time what was going on. Who even knew the boy’s name and his orc father and tribeswoman mother.
I eventually learnt to swallow that with some hesitation, but that other boy was also just a child. Here though, these grown ass men approach me left and right to propose they take my baby as a third, a fourth or even a fifth wife. I get a headache whenever I see them approaching these few days we’ve been in these lands.
It doesn’t help that all my girls are now running around half naked in traditional Alderman garb. Not that Barbarians are adverse to nudity, the girls used to run around the house naked back in Paradisum. But now it feels different, and I really don’t know what to do.
“My daughter is still too young for me to organise a match for.”
“Ahhh… I see…” He says with a voice filled with pity shaking his head. “My friend I also have a younger daughter, 13 years old and the apple of my eye. But already the vultures are circling and I have to organise a good match for her because now she has had her moonblood already, it is a sign of womanhood amongst my people.”
“My people don’t have it.”
“Yes, in the hands of the vile helves I learnt many things besides this tongue they call Common. The helves don’t have it either but some of the other human peoples have it. But that is besides the point, your daughter is also a woman grown and you know this yes?
“How old was Ingwe when you took her away from her home to a foreign land she knew nothing about? She wasn’t even into her second decade of I remember correctly but look at her now. Already a mother of so many, two of whom from her own womb.
“You forget how young you started shagging when it is your daughter’s turned to be shagged. But regardless, every father has to move on.”
I’m grimacing at the bad taste the man’s blunt words leave in my mouth. He may be right or he may not be, either way I think I’m gonna need to invite him to a ‘friendly’ fight.
“Your manservant, he is always so grumpy looking. Why not get him a woman at least huh? There are several older widows that are going to waste at the village, I’m sure they could still bare a child or two.”
“I’ll mention it to him sometime.” I say quickly not even looking at Soal behind us. I definitely won’t ask such a thing, especially because I have no idea what the man will say in response.
“Ahhh.. we are here.” Ingwe’s uncle Somizi shouts and I turn to face their group. He has been walking with da and uncle Brian with one of his son’s who’s name I was never told.
I look around and all I see is grass from horizon to horizon, not even a tree in this velt of golden grass. At least its all hip level here and not the grass that hides giant snakes and other strange predictors, though I’m almost certain I can’t be ambushed by a snake any longer.
“Here were? All I see is open land in all directions.” Uncle Brian says and Somizi says like he is receiving words of wisdom from a Sage.
“This is the land of my great grandfather, he staked his claim after taming a golden lion and it’s territory became his territory!” He says proudly.
I didn’t know taming worked that way but I’m now looking at the land around us in a new light. The grass swaying in the breeze, the little rise off in the distance that’s probably a hill, the flat areas where I may begin construction.
“How much of this land is your grandfather’s?” Uncle Brian asks again and Somizi is a epitome of patience.
“Everything you see now and everything you see when you go stand over at were the edge of the horizon is over there.” Somizi point’s to were the sun will set.
The portion of land we can currently see is vast, at least 10km in every direction before the hills get steeper. There is enough land to build an entire town here, their grandfather was a wealthy man.
“How much of it will you give me?” I ask Somizi who seems confused before answering.
“All of it.”
His response confuses me but I say nothing to contradict him, I can’t help the need to confirm though. “All I can see in every direction is to be mine?”
He is confused again and his son whispers in his ear. He nods and faces me again taking out his belt knife and walking up to me. I watch him as he cuts his palm then holds the knife for me to do the same. I cut my palm and blood wells up easily, sharp knife that.
Ivget the gist of it and we clasp hands, our blood mixing as he speaks. “All the land you see in every direction up to the edge of that hill there is yours, by my ancestors O so swear.”
And just like that I can feel it, the change in the breeze on my skin, the scent carried by the air tasting different, the ground softer, richer. The are paths through the grass I was previously unaware of but are so obvious now. This place has a pleasant feel tonit, not an aura but deeper than that. It feels like I belong tobit and it belongs to me though I can never truly possess it for you cannot possess a sapient being.
“It can’t be that easy surely.” I say flabagusted.
Solomzi nods, “truly the ancestors have accepted you, a white man. You are my brother in blood now, you have become an Alderman.
Chapter 107
Sachihiro
We don’t want to stay in the Foothills long, only planing on staying a single ten-day and in that time I explore every inch of my new land with my children and family. It’s a big amount of space and the Aldermen do a ceremony on the land in which they slaughter an animal and dedicate the play to their ancestors in my name, or to me in their ancestors names.
My young children love it amongst the villages, they don’t understand that the women are suppressed and treated almost as though they were property.I do like that the men respect each others ‘property’ though. I write a report for the Sovereign Conclave group currently placed at the still unnamed Aldermen trading hub at their behest. They have been struggling to understand these people well enough apparently and it took over a year of negotiatio
ns with all the tribes for the hub to even be constructed, let alone a planned town.
Hale, Galen and the other men that took mates from here are not interested in settling here at all. Their mates adamant that they no longer want to stay here and are wondering how I managed to convince Ingwe. I look at my youngest mate playing with the now almost 2 year old Nikita, her breasts still plum and full from breast feeding.
When I sat them down and told them about the coming calamity way back when she hardly had anything to say outside of agreeing with the need for everyone and all our children to be trained and as lethal as possible. The only way I saw to systematically do that as thoroughly as possible with hopes of broadening their horizons as much as possible in the time we have was through the Conclave Academy. I suggested it, I told them how the Conclave works, I told them that entry isn’t guaranteed.
And it was Ingwe that suggested that the home we had planned to have constructed deeper within the Tundra we could build in her home land. She had deduced that the Academy and her homelands are close neighbours. And if even a single person in our family isn’t accepted into Civitus we could have a home close enough that those that were accepted could commute well enough at times.
I didn’t even think at the time that she may have reservations of returning home to a culture that sees her as less than she is. Now though looking at her I somewhat empathize with the struggles she might be facing being back. No one that saw her taken away by us expected her to ever return, not even her father that gave her away to me. I don’t know what they thought I’d do with her but already old rivalries and people jealous of her are rearing their heads.
“Come here.” I send to her and she looks up at me, then blushes and looks down at Nikita again before coming to me walking Niki at her side.
I don’t really know how to spoil her or how to show her that I appreciate her more than spending time with her and listening to her when she speaks. I do know that above my other two mates Ingwe is dough in my arms and is never to tired or too busy for sex. The woman will drop whatever she is doing if there is a chance we will have sex and since my Awakening, numerous times I have caught her longingly looking at my groin.
Kuyoki loves sex but can go days without it without issue, Mira loves sex but for her it’s like an addiction more than something she actively wants to be doing all the time. Ingwe though, Ingwe wants us to fuck constantly even when her mundane body is exhausted and her slit is inflamed from the friction. She thought it shameful to be the one to ask for sex early on in our relationship but with Kuyoki and Mira’s example she has learnt to be assertive.
And so as she walks towards me in a simple kilt bare chest, with breasts that are rounded and heavy with milk I know how I could show her how much I appreciate her. Nikita wobbles at her side until they reach where I’ve been sitting on the bench leaning on the hastily erected hut watching them.
I’m already hard from just wacting her walking towards me and I know we aren’t entirely alone which sort of adds to the excitement somehow. “Come closer.” I say and she blushes noticing the look on my face.
It’s as simple as pulling her into my lap and lifting the flaps of both our kilts. She assists me hurriedly whilst also worriedly looking at Nikita but the moment my cock head touches her nether lips she shivers. The moment I sink halfway into her as she pushes down on me an involuntary gusp of pleased surprise escapes her lips.
We stay this way a moment both enjoying the sensation as being in each other, of intimacy and canal lust. Since Awakening my sex drive has risen and then plateaued. From being constantly horny and in need of sex to being occasionally randomly horny but horny at the drop of a hat whenever I want to be.
“Nikita and I are hungry aren’t we Niki?” I say to my almost two year old little big girl besides us curiously wondering what her mommy is gusping about.
She nods her head, the girl is very inquisitive even for a baby. Ingwe stays there with me halfway inside her panthing slightly and very confused and conflicted. She doesn’t want to get off me, she won’t get off me now that she’s had a taste but she is also a very attentive mother. Just in a different sort of mothering style than Kuyoki and Mira.
“Come closer.” I say and she slowly sink herself all the way onto my manhood with her lips held tightly together. She doesn’t make a sound besides the increased breath sounds from her nostrils, the is also a light sheen of sweat forming on her forehead.
I place Nikita on my abdomen facing her mother and she immediately reaches for a breast and starts breastfeeding. I join her in feeding on the other available nipple and the smooth warm liquid that hits my tongue is Ambrosio. I don’t know how children even stop breast feeding because this stuff is amazing. I suckle gently on an increasingly distressed Ingwe who is openly panthing now as we feed on her bounty.
At the back of my mind I’m thinking something is really off with me sexually ‘cause this is pretty strange behaviour. I don’t even know how I thought to try this but Ingwe is leaning into my mouth and her nether region is getting wetter and wetter as Niki and I have our breakfast. Ingwe leans further foward and Niki gets comfortably slotted between her parents as she suckles in contentment.
The energies and auras exchanged during sex are very intimate and profound, especially if the people having the sex genuinely love each other. As Ingwe leans into us and grinds herself against me trying her very best not to make any sounds I notice something strange, stranger than our current behaviour.
I notice that Niki is included in our sexual aura and sexual energies and that her presence is making everything very martenal and partenal somehow. The three of us form a connection, one I cannot explain and there is a lump in my chest as emotions who’s origins I cannot explain slowly start building and overwhelming me. They begin pilling over and expressed as tears flowing from my eyes as I feel deep buried emotions surface and new emotions that don’t come from within me.
Ingwe keeps grinding slowly but hard into me and I feel safe, I feel loved, I feel wanted and warm and that everything will be okey. I feel like I’m in a womb and in the arms of a mother’s care and a father’s tenderness. I experience the love of a mother and a father as though they were one person, I experience the joy, the trust, the wholesomeness of being in the One, being in the Unity. Is this what Nikita feels right now as she slowly falls asleep between us with nipple still in mouth?
I enjoy everything occurring even as I lose control over it all. Ingwe is making sounds similar to the mewing that usually comes out of Kuyoki’s mouth.
There is a mother’s love and a father’s love and that’s all well and good and appreciated. But then the is the mother/father’s love as they are one being being convey to me. As they are a him/her and through that bond a single complete creature capable of so much more than the sum of their individual parts could ever accomplish. Truly I have never loved my children if I have never loved them this way, truly Nikita knows nothing but unconditional love and safety with all her senses right now. Her entire world is love, the love of a single parent who is many parts.
It starts slowly even as Ingwe’s slow pace slightly increases. It starts with watering eyes and sniffles but it doesn’t remain that way at all. I don’t know how long we stay in this, all three of us but I come to conscious awareness again weeping as though I have been through a great experience.
I weep openly like a child, my chest heaving and snort loosening from my nasal passages. Ingwe orgasms and my mind is blown as I experience her orgasm like it’s my own. It feels like an explosion of stars is taking place within my mind in this utter peace I feel and I ejaculate over and over and over and over again inside her. Niki waking up with drool coming out of her mouth as we all experience the euphoria of childhood bliss, the wonder of a woman’s orgasm and the satisfaction of a man’s climax before Niki passes out again.
I’m just done, I’m useless and just done. Nothing we do now could compare to what we’ve just done and I find myself also heading towards
unconsciousness until I feel a small hand touching my face, wiping my snort and tears. I look up to see Ikigai with tears of her own cleaning me up as best she can with a stern look on her face. How did I not feel her approach? She is definitely old enough to remember what she sees and I don’t want my children seeing me having sex.
“Are you okey daddy?” Aurora asks and I notice her little face behind Iki holding her little sister Hannah’s hand.
I notice then that I’m still crying and scaring my children. Ingwe is passed out against Nikita and I but I soon feel her being moved only to find Kuyoki lifting her off me smoothly. Our groins separate with a wet sound and the fluids between us are copious. “Dadd-, daddy’s fine-, sweetheart.” I say between breaths but I can’t stop ‘fucken’ crying.
I move to cover myself but Mira is already cleaning my lap and legs with a clothe as she also takes Nikita in her other arm. With her removed and my kilt where it should be I ‘fucken’ break down with low but heartfelt sobs as I collect my children in my arms and we huddle. They also all start crying and I have no ‘fucken’ idea what on the world is wrong with me.
I feel Dishna and Saya enfold my back into their arms as my big girls also cry and before I know it my two mates Kuyoki and Mira are here as well. There is a joy in this experience, a peace and an expression of love that comes very rarely if ever. But I remember that ma is somewhere in the vicinity, I remember that da and Om and Kiera and Solomzi and Tabita are somewhere in the vicinity. What the fuck must they be thinking
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Mira
I hold my family as tightly as I can experiencing the love while my mind also whirls. I was at the periphery of the aura they were giving off but the experience left me weepy with joy and longing. Ingwe is a very lucky girl because whatever it is that I witnessed I’m not sure it can be replicated. I suddenly feel Rigs’ hand on my shoulder and I stiffen a moment before realising he is fitting into the ambience of the situation without disrupting it.