“What does ‘Coahoma’ mean in her peoples’ language?” asked the impressed Talos telepathically.
“It means ‘Red Panther’,” said Princess Nandi.
“Very accurate,” said Talos. “She’s fitting into our family already.”
“Actually,” said Princes Jayna with a giggle, “her full name is Coahomamasitetetas ‘Red Panther (giggle) With Very Big Breasts’!”
“Don’t tell him that!” cried Nandi, scandalized.
Talos nearly burst out laughing aloud at this, and said, “Very accurate, indeed! Again, she fits right into this family!”
“Yes, but that’s a bit of a mouthful,” said Nandi. “And besides…it’s really not her original ‘Earned-Name’ and she can be a bit sensitive about it. Please, Father, don’t call her that. I understand that until she reached a certain age…and size…she was just ‘Coahoma’. A name she earned by her character and ability, not her tits. So it would be healthier to just call her that.”
“I see,” said Talos chuckling. “No worries, I couldn’t remember the full name if I tried anyway. You know, there was a great elder, one even older than Mother Bellasaris and Father Cato by thousands of years that was born on Earth. She sometimes called herself ‘Indian’ but usually ‘Native American’. Her name was Old-Tree. She was much like that girl in hair, features and complexion. She seems of a related tribe. Old-Tree also wore similar beads and adornments sometimes according to Mother Bellasaris. She said her people were called the Iroquois, or as she said, the proper name was Haudenosaunee ‘People of the extended Longhouse’ or something like that. What tribe is Coahoma’s people descended from…originally?”
“Many,” said Nandi. “We know of the woman whom you speak. Great Mother Old-Tree she is called in the west. She is legendary to the tribes of the region beyond the mountains. She brought many Native American mutants to Bellasaria and many of them went far into the western lands to live in their old ways. Many hate being called ‘Indians’. They say that is not their name, but that of another unrelated race with whom they were once mistaken for by invaders who got lost. Evidently, these fools believed they were in a land called ‘India’ and thus the natives ‘Indians’. Of course, their mistake was realized eventually, but the name stuck…even here. But these Native Americans came from many different nations and languages. The people began to mix here. And so, like ‘Big Tits’ over there, they now make up many new tribes and have names and languages of mixed origins and meanings just like the people.”
“And they’re not all Native American either,” laughed Jayna. “In fact, that term is almost never used anymore among them…or us. After all, this is Bellasaria and they are now Bellasarians and share their domain with many other peoples originally from Earth. Peoples from places called Africa, Europe and Asia have migrated in bands out here too. Of course, the original Bellasarians of Bainian blood are here too, so the Amerindians or ‘Red People’, as they sometimes call themselves, are changing even more. But then again, so are we. We take, borrow and mix with each other and share skills and even blood. Wait, your mother was a red woman wasn’t she, Nandi?”
“Yes,” said the brown girl, “a Nuptare woman.”
And what does your name mean, Nandi?” asked Talos.
“Sweet One,” said the girl. “But it is not a ‘Red Name’ though or at least it wasn’t. Many of their people have begun using it too. It is pretty, don’t you think?”
“Yes, it is very pretty. And you?” asked Talos looking at Jayna. “What does ‘Jayna’ mean?”
“It’s a girl’s name,” she said with a shrug. “That’s all I know.”
Suddenly, one of the women on the mat gave a great yell and everyone turned in time to see the empress catch the red girl in a hip throw. However, Coahoma jumped out of it and countered with a shoulder throw which was blocked by the empress.
“Damn!” cursed Nandi. “She almost had her!”
“My mother won’t be beaten that easily,” said Miko with pride. But she still had to admire the red girl. As for the High Lord, his eyes were now becoming glued on this match for entirely another reason.
Both women were rather impressive of face and form under the best of times, but now? Well, all that wrapping to keep things in place wasn’t going to last under this kind of intense abuse and indeed it didn’t. Both women’s training coats were now torn and discarded and the empresses hair had come undone…the Indian’s too. Talos swallowed. Things were bouncing around all over the place as well, despite the deliberately close fitting under-tops and both women were sweating heavily. Talos looked as his wife’s legs and backside. The training shorts were practical, but they didn’t deemphasize a damn thing. He swallowed again. The red girl moved in front of him as the women circled each other, brushing the hair out of her eyes. Talos shook his head and tried to look away, but couldn’t. Physically, the women were practically clones.
Finally, after some tentative strikes and kicks, the two women came together in a violent clash and soon both were rolling around on the floor. As they grappled, Beral managed to get the younger woman in an arm-lock, but before she could press her advantage Talos jumped up.
“Enough!” he cried. “This match is over!”
“What?!” cried Beral. “Who dares…?! I almost had her! Talos?!? When did you…”
“Be quiet!” snarled Talos. The empress looked down and gasped. One of the princesses let out a tiny shriek. “Out, all of you!” roared Talos.
The girls grabbed their exhausted co-wife and quickly pulled her ass up off of the mat and practically ran towards the door. Beral, still on her back swallowed and was backing away as Talos hungrily approached. The girls didn’t look back. Exiting the chamber they could already hear what was beginning to happen as the sounds of tearing clothes and panting reached their ears. The Princess Miko looked at the two guards.
“Close the doors!” she snapped. “And don’t let anyone in there if you value your lives or theirs!”
The guards looked at each other and then the princess curiously, then suddenly they felt the floor begin to tremble again and the walls as well. But it wasn’t the same as from the shuffling feet or people landing from throws earlier. They heard the High Lord roaring and heard the empress screaming…but not for help. One of the guards, a woman, peeked in, gasped and immediately turned around red faced. She swallowed and began to sweat.
“Yes, Princess!” stammered the other guard. “We understand! None shall pass!”
The girls walked away from the training hall still shocked at what they had seen. Lord Talos was usually such a nice and reserved man. But what they just saw back there…There was only one word to describe the way the young women were feeling now…“Affected”.
“Wow! Father was something else back there,” said Jayna. “Impressive!”
“I can see that he and Jawara really are kin,” said Nandi. “Damn! I…I have to admit, that really turned me on!”
The other girls laughed and then suddenly became quiet. Jawara had left earlier in the morning for his learning session. He needed to be quickly brought up to speed on his knowledge of major peoples, places and customs within the empire. However, usually by this time he would be back in the palace and in their large personal chambers communicating with his sister in Barratia. This new technology in Dinos was a gift for the new queen from the empress. With their efforts, Barratia would soon be brought up technologically to the same level as the other nations. Of course, the key point of this for the princesses was that Jawara was home.
As they slowly walked along they gave each other side glances. Obviously the same idea was going through everyone’s mind, but none were willing to let the others on to what they were up to. There was a huge chamber for showering and scrubbing adjoining the training hall where the lords and ladies usually got cleaned up and relaxed after training. It was complete with a Sauna and Jacuzzi. Like the Japa
nese, Bellasarians generally wash off sweat and dirt first and then soak in a warm bath to relax. For obvious reasons the girls were now forced to walk around to the alternate entrance rather than the direct way in the training room. They were all walking in that direction when…
“Well,” said Coahoma, “I’m tired after that match. I think I’ll go wash up in our personal chambers. I’ll see you later, Sisters.”
“Yeah,” said Nandi. “I think I’ll just head back to our chambers too.”
“There’s only one bath,” growled Coahoma.
“Nonsense,” said Miko, eyeing the two knowingly. “The tub is large enough for all of us to soak after a good scrub.”
“Bitch!” snarled Coahoma, who then turned and ran. “You’ll have to wait your turns!” she cried. The others took off right behind her.
Much to everyone’s frustration though, Jawara wasn’t home when they arrived at their chambers. Even Roxanne and Carrie, who arrived later, hadn’t seen him about the palace or grounds, which surprised everyone. He was rarely out of their sight. Much to everyone’s annoyance he’d given them the slip and wasn’t even in the city. It would seem he had gone hunting with Cato and some other men earlier (while they were preoccupied) for some male bonding and rest time. So they all washed, prepared a huge amount of food, enough to last even them for days, stored it, and waited.
******
The men were camped some distance away from the city. It was night. Not all the men in the party were feral or even mutants, so meat was roasting as a skilled practitioner seasoned up more. Two large deer had been killed along with some rabbits and several men were already preparing a pot for stew. Wild onions, potatoes and other edible roots had been collected. This was not how men like Cato or Jawara usually hunted in the woods, but it was fun and cooked food was enjoyable too.
“Great…er…Father Cato, does it ever get easier?” said Jawara. Cato, Bellasaris and Gorgo had insisted that their descendants drop those long and grandiose honorifics and use simpler forms like ‘Father’ and ‘Mother’. “Those women are going to kill me! Miko and Coahoma especially are almost more than I can handle. During the war it wasn’t so bad, but now…”
“Yes,” chuckled Cato, “now the danger is over and the she-cats can concentrate on other enjoyable ways to pass their time.” There was laughter at this from the other men in the hunting camp. Jawara groaned.
“You think it’s funny,” said Jawara.
“Of course it is, my son!” laughed Cato. He gave the youth an affectionate slap on the shoulder. “Do you know that when I was a cub your age I was going through the exact same thing you are now.”
Jawara looked at him in surprise and said, “You were?”
“Aye!” Cato laughed. “My uncle, Lord Wayne Brent, he was a Curtis at that time though, took me hunting out in the forest too for a little R&R. I tell you, Bellasaris, Gorgo and Hilda were going to screw me into an early grave! Hah! Or at least that’s what I thought. Plus I had three other mates to satisfy too. They would not be the only women I would be obligated to accept as mates either. You’re already learning about that, aren’t you?”
Jawara sighed. Several queens and princesses were already demanding a union of their houses with him for their aiding him and the empire in the war. The giantess he saw at the siege of Merkal had not forgotten him either. She had found him at the palace recently. She was untransformed and much smaller than when he first saw her, but still bigger than him. And just as he had imagined, she was beautiful and her body was incredible. He almost let his little head do his thinking for him, but then his big head reminded him of what would happen if and when his wives found out. He politely refused her offer and went his way. But now he had heard that the girl was petitioning the empress and that Mother Gorgo herself, of all people, was her advocate and go between. He knew where this was going.
“Anyway,” continued Cato, “Uncle Wayne, Goddess keep him, thought it was hysterical. He loved it! And like you, I didn’t share his amusement. Of course, I had my revenge when Lady Brent bonded with him and he was forced to marry her and all of her sisters. He also had a wife by then, an Earthborn mutant woman of the old stock. You know what that meant. Karma is a bitch, isn’t it?” Cato threw back his head and roared with laughter.
“How…How did you handle them?” said Jawara in amazement.
“Well, you’ve already figured out by now that during the time of their menses every month you’re safe,” said Cato seriously. “You’ll get some rest from the worst ones for sure at that time sooner or later. Enjoy it. But it will get a lot easier on you once the babies start to come. With mutelings to feed and care for, they’ll not be after you for love-play…at least not as much.”
“Great,” said Jawara with a sigh.
“Hey, cheer up!” said Cato. “There are worse problems to have, no?” The men laughed. “Besides, you can keep doing what you’re doing now. A little away time is always good now and then. It worked for me, sort of. Just don’t make the mistakes I did. Avoid all hunting females on these trips and don’t let your women have even a hint of where you roam. It’s easier said than done, but it’s better than the alternative, trust me. Oh, and one more thing. Don’t try to play mediator in female affairs! The last time I did that I found myself under the control of the Melmorian snake women and two new wars came of it. When peace was finally made I had several new wives and children and was even worse off than I was before. Or better off. I suppose it depends on how you look at it. That Queen Melmore is something else! (Ahem!) Well, anyway, make them send a female ambassador in situations like that.”
“Yes,” laughed former High Lord Titus, “everyone knows Father is a chick-magnet and champion progenitor. They don’t call him the ‘Great Ancestor’ for nothing!” The men roared with laughter at this.
Cato shook his head and said, “You should talk. You hadn’t been on Bellasaria a year before nearly all of my eldest daughters had claimed you as their mate! Then there were the two mutant girls who came with you and later that human girl and…OH! And remember my cousins, Uncle Wayne’s daughters?”
“Now Father, that’s not fair,” said Titus defensively. “I didn’t initiate any of…”
“Oh, not so funny anymore, eh?” teased Cato.
Soon the other men jumped in and began telling stories. Many of these guys were elders from a time when mutant men were in short supply on Bellasaria, but not all. The times may have changed, but Bellasarian women hadn’t. Poor Jawara was forced to come to the conclusion that to be a mutant of superior bloodlines, ability, or worse, both, in the empire meant a lifetime of drama of a female sort. He now knew why many married Illyrian noblemen wore veils and concealing garments when in mixed company with visiting queens and other high noblewomen. He decided then and there from listening to these guys that his best bet for survival (although even he had to admit that he’d probably die happy) really was to take a few days away from his wives every so often and avoid other females like the plague when he did. The empress would never let him leave the city alone of course, but a small group of guys, like now, would be acceptable to insure his return. Yes, this was the way to go. The only other option for cooling his wives blood would be knocking them all up and he wasn’t ready for that yet.
******
It was the afternoon of the next day and the empress had finally gotten herself together and sat down with her council. The women of the council looked at her in envy as she sat dreamily on her throne.
“Are you well, Your Highness?” asked the Chief Elder, Lady Blanca.
“I think my husband’s finally gotten even for what I did to him during his match with King Roc back then,” chuckled the empress. She let out a sigh and sank a little more into her throne smiling.
The elder chuckled and said, “That whole wing of the palace was shaking. One of the guards at the training hall begged to be relieved and (Ahem!) on good
authority, she ran straight to the barracks and literally raped one of the men there for the rest of the day!” The women all howled with laughter at this and the empress turned bright red.
One of the women laughed and said, “I understand that she had her eye on that particular man for some time, but was an unusually shy girl and just couldn’t work up the nerve to approach him. You sure helped to motivate that one.” There was snickering at this and the empress sighed again.
“Actually, she should thank my husband,” said Beral with a pleased smile. “But I’m not complaining.”
“I think perhaps you’ll be the one locking the training room door and keeping Lord Talos out for now on,” chuckled Lady Blanca. “Well, at least when you’re training with your new daughter-in-law.”
“Are you crazy?” said the empress. “He can watch all he wants! If he turns into THAT by watching us train, I’ll do everything in my power to get his ass in there when I’m tussling with that bitch!” With that the room exploded into laughter, but the empress soon sat up and became serious.
“Aright,” said Beral III, “we need to take stock on my little gamble with the Earth people and the situation with Barratia and Mavieland.”
“Empress,” said Lady Noor, “I am forced to say that little of worth has come of reopening relations with our cousins on Earth. Your scheme was a good one and worked to a degree in uniting our largely autonomous nations into a much firmer confederacy, but we still ended up in the bloodiest conflict in a long time.
“Also,” said Lady Blanca, “the Earth people have nothing of value to offer us. They want much, but what do they bring to the table in exchange? We are ahead of them across the board. And any mutants coming from there will only mean trouble, I promise you that. The only people they have any common ground with are the Akkadians. We cannot allow them to become too numerous here and infect our people with their materialism, religions and prudishness.”
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