Chapter 19

“It is not witchcraft,” the woman said with a smile, holding the wooden member in her hand. “It was carved from a tree struck by lightning, a tree willing to not only go on living, but to become useful in a different sense.”

“It looks like the member of a man,” Ga’min said dryly.

The woman nodded. She was one of the craftswomen in one of the villages the pair had encountered. “That is what it is supposed to look like.”

Min’sun shook her head. “But ... why the member of a man? Why not the enticing loveliness of a woman.”

The craftswoman smiled. “You have that before you.”

“We have no need for the member of a man,” Min’sun said with a touch of anger.

Ga’min cleared her throat, taking the member into her hand, inspecting it closely. “Perhaps we do not need a man, but some parts of him can be useful!”

Min’sun turned to Ga’min sharply. “There are useful parts of men?” she said spitefully.

Ga’min put her hand on her shoulder. “Remember, love is love. Even men. If we do not love even men, then there can still be hate in the world.”

“But I do not hate them.”

“No, but you do spite them.” Ga’min handed the member to Min’sun. “Here. Touch it.”

Reluctantly, Min’sun took the member into her hand. It seemed to respond on its own. “It does not feel like wood,” she murmured, looking at it closely.

The craftswoman smiled. “It is wood, but a special wood which responds to the touch of a woman and becomes something which she can need.”

Min’sun snorted. “I have no need for anything from a man!” she looked downcast after the words left her mouth. “I am sorry.”

“It is all right,” the craftswoman said with a smile. “And, you might not have a need for a man nor anything which he has ... but it is something which you CAN need, if you want.”

Min’sun smiled and shook her head. “The play of words.”

The craftswoman smiled and nodded.

Ga’min cleared her throat and took the member, feeling it and stroking it. “It responds to my actions.”

The craftswoman nodded, proud of her own work.

Ga’min continued looking at it. “So ... how do I work this device? Do I just insert it into myself and...”

The craftswomen nodded. Then she shook her head. “You can use it in any way you can desire. If you desire to use it on yourself, then you can use it on yourself. If you wish to use it on your love, you can use it on your love.”

Ga’min glanced at Min’sun. “I would like to use it on my love. But, tonight, after we feast and we are alone. If she agrees to it.”

Min’sun looked at the device, swallowed and nodded. “I do agree, my love.”

That evening, the village had a feast for the ages for their esteemed guests. The food was like none other they had before, filling their bellies and their hearts. Wine flowed like the river, breaking the inhibition chains of all who partook in the feast. Before the hour was over, all under the roof were naked, many were making love by the great fire in the middle of the room.

Ga’min and Min’sun sipped their wine as they watched the naked bodies writher in pleasure on the floor before them, moans and groans playing like music in their ears. The two held each other close as they watched, love filling their hearts.

And finally, it was Min’sun who stood first, reaching her hand out and taking Ga’min’s hand in hers, leading her to a corner of the room, the wood phallic in her hand.

The two sat in a pile of large pillows, looking at the phallic.

“I can use it on you, the woman said,” Ga’min repeated. “But ... I do not know how. There appears to be no attachment.”

She stood, holding the phallus close to her vagina, when it morphed and blended into her, becoming a part of her.

Ga’min took her hands off the device. It remained on her, pointing out. “It ... it appears to have become a part of me,” she said, reaching down and flicking it with her finger. “Oh! And ... I felt that!”

Min’sun, eyes wide, looked at the phallus, her face getting nearer. “And do you feel this, my love?” she asked, softly licking the bottom.