Chapter 3: Life on a Caravan

I think I need earplugs. I finally put her to sleep using a spell so I could get some needed rest. Bayee was so loud that my ears rang, and my nerves were frazzled.

The following days continued the same way. All the women now knew I was very good in the sack and had a magic ring that prevents pregnancy. I could probably have had two women every night, except my cabin was too small for a third person.

I often heard whispering from behind the curtain behind me. I had spelled my area, so they did not hear us. That did not mean the wagon had not rocked a little last night. I had fucked the living shit out of Bayee.

The girls behind me knew quite well what had been going on in my bed. They whispered about it. What they didn’t know was that I heard them perfectly well. I have enhanced hearing and sight. What they also did not know was that the ring with a pink stone is a dick ring. That ring allows me to change the length and size of my cock.

For now, I felt the need to rename it from a dick to a cock. It is no longer a normal-sized dick.

I knew the men here sucked as lovers. “Wham bam, thank-you ma’am” is an oddity. It is the human species way of controlling birth. I was learning that the local men smell when a woman wants sex. Only then do they get in the mood, and it only lasts as long as that one fuck. More often than not, the woman gets pregnant and does not desire another go at it.

This was the heart of why men and women ‘Here’ do not establish long-term relationships. If all women gave up sex, the human race would peter out in a couple of generations. The women are willing to accept the exact amount that this planet’s population remains in balance.

This made me think there is a higher power at work here. Is this Loki’s doing? Is he the one? After a lot of thought, did it matter? I was obviously Loki’s follower now. I was now convinced my Edward Cooper mind and soul had slipped into this vacant body.

Furthermore, I had been gifted in many ways. I came here knowing the local language. I had the spark of magic and the smarts to defeat that first invisible mage.

Whether there were other gods involved here or not, I may never find out.

Men and women do not exchange information across the sex boundary. I was beginning to understand that my passengers were having their first-ever orgasms with me. Until now, I had paid little attention to them, but I realize they are quite different from the males here. The males are rather insular, and so are they. There are two separate races here, female and male. Then there are others like the elves, dwarves, golems, and ghouls.

Carvie was my next passenger and victim. Carvie is a small, slender girl. She’s some woman’s daughter. She is maybe 5 feet tall. She has small, quite soft, with little, jiggly titties. She had tiny, pale pink areolas with salmon colored nipples. They are smallish nipples.

She is a clingy young thing of 14 local years, she’s barely nubile enough to share my bed. She did not grab my cock, but she did rub her soft little titties on my arm throughout much of the day. She also had pulled her dress up to get some air, and I had a constant view of her sparse, honey colored pubis. I enjoyed riding all day with my hand on her warm, pale thighs.

I turned around to look at the women behind me, and most had their legs apart, they are cooling their pussies. I really need a rear-view mirror.

It was as if all of them had taken an aphrodisiac. You would think my turning around and looking at all their pussies, would prompt them to close their legs. Nope, they opened them even wider in invitation. Shit! Shit! Shit! Their female scents wafted through the air. I am surprised all the men in the caravan were not at my wagon wanting sex.

Each and every female wanted my attention on their thighs and their sweet, bare cunts. They stared right at my eyes as they brazenly showed themselves to me. Fuck me, Loki!

I heard that laugh of his again.

That was not all of their strange behavior for the day. That night, after closing up the wagon, they all put their dresses away for the night. I had just closed the front door and turned to see nothing but naked women behind me. It was a warm night, but fuck!

I had twelve buck ass naked females in back preparing for bed. “It’s too hot,” they said.

After dinner and turning in, I found tonight’s naked little nymphet. Little Carvie did not know how to kiss or do anything else.

She climbed on top of me, and it was clumsy going for a while. Someone must have told her to get on top.

She eventually got accustomed to what we were doing. Carvie is very tight, almost too tight. Lucky for her, I got junior to slim down and shorten three inches so she had a comfortable fit. My pink mage ring has that ability.

It was the right thing to do. She took a while to get her first cum, but after that, she would wake up every couple of hours and have another go at me. I know I may have ruined her for other men. She now knew everything there was to know about screwing, sucking cock, and getting licked until she screamed herself hoarse. I even dipped into her little back end. She loved every bit of the anal. I did too.

I had gone from her soaking little pussy right to her asshole. I reached around her to tickle her clit as she humped at me. That was when she screamed herself hoarse. By morning, she was a bag of nerves and could barely move.

Idera was with me the fourth day and night. She comes from money, and she smells quite nice. She smells of something like honeysuckle and jasmine, maybe?

Idera likes her legs wide apart and her brown-haired vagina open to the wind. She was affectionate, and whenever she got the chance, she gave me passionate hugs and kisses. She is a real hugger.

By the time I was making our bed, my balls were aching badly. It remained unhappy for her first fuck. I barely got inside her before my balls demanded release, and I filled her to the brim.

To make amends, I did a cleaning spell so I could lick her pussy for her. As usual for women here, she had no idea about a man eating pussy. Blow jobs are common here, but the men here joke about eating pussy, but none of them will actually get down there and do it. Blow jobs are a form of birth control for the non-magical.

Since men will not reciprocate and lick females, I feel this is why men and women do not set up housekeeping, let alone get married. That, perhaps, and the birth control spell on them. I know that in the 19th and early 20th centuries, Americans often had over 10 children. It took that to get past the infant mortality and childhood diseases. There is little disease here other than infection from wounds.