Chapter 26

Kal and Kashka approached the alley where the old cat-woman pointed. Rickety wooden shacks lined either side of the passage, many of which had holes in the walls from broken or missing boards. The gap between buildings was too narrow to walk side by side, so Kashka took the lead, sniffing the musty air. A shout came from one of the shacks ahead, and a moment later, the girl from the forest stumbled through the ragged sheet covering a doorway before falling to her knees, sobbing.

As they came within the range of the translation spell, Kal heard her fervently apologizing.

“I’m sorry, mama. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she chanted over and over as tears fell to the dirt below. The girl appeared to be in her mid-teens, and her fur was more yellow and uniform than Kashka’s, with only the faintest bands of darker skin around her arms and legs. She wore an oversized, ratty, grey tunic that looked cut for a man and hung off one shoulder. So lost was she in her mantra she didn’t notice them until Kashka put a hand on her shoulder.

In typical cat fashion, the child leapt into the air, her tail bristling in surprise. But the older cat-woman matched her movements, springing upward and wrapping her arms around her. As their feet touched the ground, the girl switched to feline paws with claws extended, but strong hands grabbed her wrists and held them away from her captor.

“Please don’t rip my lover to shreds,” said the human holding her wrists, “I’m more fond of her skin without big gashes in it.”

The girl blinked a few times as she stared at the human before bursting into tears. “I’m sorry! I just needed a few berries to take away mama’s pain.”

“We aren’t here to punish you,” said neko holding her. “We wanted to be sure you weren’t eating those berries as a snack. But an old woman told us about your mother, and Kal wants to see if he can help,” she explained while setting her down.

The girl stared at the ground. “Mama is dying. The berries take away her pain,” she said, her words punctuated by a fit of violent coughing from inside the shack.

“We know,” said the human. “Why don’t you introduce us?”

The girl looked apprehensive for a moment, the tip of her tail vibrating as she glanced at the door to her home. With a slight nod, she pushed the curtain to one side and led them into the hut.

A wash basin made out of a wooden bowl sat in one corner of the single-room house, while a small firepit took up the middle. On the opposite side of the shack were two woven bamboo mats laying side-by-side on the dirt floor, one empty while the other was occupied.

A cat-woman whose color matched the girl’s lay on the occupied mat wearing a plain housedress. The annoyed snarl directed at her daughter vanished as Kashka entered the hut, then returned with more intensity and anger as Kal entered. Rolling forward, she grabbed her daughter’s hand and yanked her away from the human.

The bakeneko glared at Kal while shoving the girl behind her. “Do not touch my daughter,” she hissed, her face becoming more cat-like. “Whatever she may have offered you to save me is not worth my life. Get out.” Her threatening demeanor vanished as she bent over in another fit of violent coughing peppered by gasping breaths.

“Your daughter offered us nothing,” said Kal once the fit passed, “and I wouldn’t have accepted if she had. Ria, store my cloak, please,” said the mage, rolling up his shirtsleeves.

“Then why are you here?” she asked as Kal knelt in the dirt next to her mat.

Kal smiled as he knelt beside her and gently but insistently pushed her back down to the bed. The woman tried to resist for a moment but quickly realized the pointlessness. “A few years ago, I wandered into a cave searching for riches. Instead of gold and loot, I met a woman from this land and spent the night with her. For my time, she gifted me some of the riches I sought.

“We quickly became lovers, and I learned I could use magic.” As he spoke, Kal pulled some power from the crystals in his pouch and let it fill him as he sent a healing pulse through the woman. Spots all over her body lit up from the damage caused by her sickness, but it appeared concentrated in her lungs. “As I grew in power and skill, I decided that I would try to save those I could from the heartache I went through wherever I could.

“You see, my mother was dying from the coughing sickness, and I went into that cave searching for money to buy a potion for her,” he explained, turning the cat-woman’s hand palm up to reveal the white and pink streaks on it from her fit earlier. “She later passed away from other causes I had no control over, but I still remember the despair and hopelessness I felt as I watched my mother slowly waste away,” Kal said with a knowing look at the woman’s daughter. “Is it okay if I remove your clothes? This will be easier without them blocking my view.”

The woman immediately became suspicious. “I am in no shape to give you pleasure.”

“See these glowing eyes?” the mage asked.

“Yes.”

“They allow me to see the magic working inside you. I can then direct the healing magic where it is most needed and heal the disease’s damage. Cloth coverings, even thin ones, dull what I can see.”

The bakeneko looked up at her daughter. “Go stay with Oba for a little bit, Miko.”

“But I don’t want to leave you,” the girl pouted.

“Like the other times I’ve had men in our home, you should not be here to witness a man lay his eyes on my body. Go, now.”

Miko glared at Kal since his presence was the reason for her dismissal but stood and darted out the shack’s entrance.

“If she’s Miko, then I’m guessing your name is Mika?” asked Kal once the girl had left.

“Who told you that?”

“The one you sent Miko to, Oba. She was the first to greet us when following your daughter back into the city.”

Mika smiled. “She’s our soothsayer and medicine woman. Oba likely knew you were coming.”

Kal looked up at Kashka. “I’m about to start. This will probably take a while.”

“You said the dog-girls only took a little while each when you healed them after the rescue.”

“They were also within the first hours of being infected, and some may not have been infected at all. Their cases were as much prevention as cure. But Mika’s body is filled with sickness, and she probably wouldn’t have lasted much longer without us coming along. It will take time for the spell to hunt down and remove all of the disease from her body. I will also heal what damage I can once the Cure Disease spell is done.

“Ria, come out here. You two find an inside space somewhere large enough to set up the tent. Ria, store the library and alchemy station and set up a few more rooms. I plan on helping who I can while we are here.” He turned to Kashka. As she does that, go to the docks and let Roka know what happened at the castle and what I’m doing here. Tell them we will be staying ashore for the night.”

Kashka and Ria exchanged a look before nodding and exiting the shack. Kal could feel the cat’s discomfort across the bond over leaving him alone in such a vulnerable position. But she also understood the importance of communicating their whereabouts to the ship’s crew.

The mage helped Mika sit up. The movement set off another coughing fit, and he waited until it passed before helping her out of the housedress. After she wiggled about for a moment to get her tail situated, Kal helped her lie down again.

The cat looked over at Kal’s crotch and smiled wistfully. “Once, the sight of my body could drive a man wild with lust.”

“That seems like an odd thing to worry about at the moment,” said the mage as he placed one hand on her shoulder and the other on her stomach. The Cure Disease rune beneath his shirt glowed maroon as it went to work on the cat-woman’s body.

“I was a prostitute for many years before Miko came along,” she said, “and it was the best way to make money when she was a kitten. I’m ashamed to say Oba raised her more than I did. But as she grew, some of my customers started noticing her and asking questions. I gave up my place on the edge of the slums and moved here, where humans rarely come. It has been a long time since a man last laid eyes on me.” She glanced at the mage’s groin and sighed, “I suppose I was hoping some of my beauty remained.”

“I’m certain it is merely hidden beneath your sickness. Once I’m done, and you’ve had a few good meals, I’m sure you will be just as beautiful as you ever were.”

“Such sweet words,” Mika giggled. “Your woman is lucky.”

“That we are,” said Ria popping through the shack’s door and flitting over to Kal’s shoulder. “Oba and Miko found something like an Inn further into the slums that gets almost no human customers. Two of its rooms have monster girls with coughing sickness in them. It did have three, but one passed away just a few days ago. I set the tent up in one of the empty rooms.”

Kal smiled down at Mika, “Are you up for a walk?”

The cat raised an eyebrow, “I don’t doubt you are healing me, I can feel your magic working, but I don’t think I’m ready to walk yet.”

“That’s okay,” he replied, covering her in the housedress and then wrapping her in a dirty and unused kimono after cleaning it with a bit of magic. Picking her up, he said, “I’ll let you borrow my legs for a few minutes. Ria, lead the way.”

They caused some commotion following Ria back to the Inn. Once outside, Mika covered her head with the kimono, not in shame but to keep from spreading her sickness to others. Some of the slum’s other residents mistook her for a corpse, only to reel back in fear when the muggy air beneath the robe made the cat-woman cough.

Others hardly paid attention to the person Kal carried and seemed solely intent on enticing him into bed. A few stern words or a cough from the cat usually sent them on their way, but those in the midst of their mating cycles required stronger threats. Thankfully Oba and Miko arrived to keep the growing crowd at bay before he needed to back up any of those threats. Oba’s presence created a large, respectful circle around them for the rest of the journey to the Inn.

In the moment of peace after the elder cat-woman’s arrival, Kal checked on Kashka. She had made it to the docks but had not yet approached any of the Scarlet Bitch’s crew. A second group of guards had joined the dockmaster’s men and checked any goods and anyone going onto the pier. With the heightened security, she hoped to catch one of The Bitch’s crew away from the docks and alone. If that wasn’t possible, the assassin would tie a note to one of her daggers and toss it onto the pier right in front of one of the crew. Kal responded that it sounded like a good plan as he stepped into the Inn.

His eyes adjusted to take in a desk off to his left with a dour-looking kappa standing behind it. To his right, the room extended into a nook with an Azumbahan low table and cushions. Up ahead, another large doorway opened into a square, poorly-maintained garden surrounded by a wooden deck with doors to the Inn’s rooms around the outside.

“You pay for your room before you go any further,” said the turtle-like woman at the desk. “Oba’s word only carries so much weight, and I let too many stay here for free already.”

“Ria, give her a gold piece,” said Kal without breaking stride.

“Gold?” the woman screeched. “Do you think I’m made of silver? I don’t have change for that!”

“I don’t think he cares about the change,” said Ria as a mote of light turned into a gold coin in front of the innkeeper. “Think of it as payment for those you have let stay here in the past.”

The woman blinked in surprise a few times before snagging the coin and pointing toward one of the doors.

Miko ran ahead and pulled aside the sliding door to his room, revealing his tent inside and nothing else. It was literally just a place to sleep.

Kal grunted in annoyance. “Ria, have you seen anything in the tent’s book about changing the shape beyond what we already know? Something to fill this room a little better and has an easier doorway to get into?”

“There’s the merchant tents we saw in Fazal. Most of those were squares or rectangles but had full-size doors.”

“Try, please.”

The sprite nodded before unsealing the tent and flying inside. Seconds later, she popped out again wearing a large grin. “The elves did you one better,” she said before turning and speaking a word in Elvish. The tent expanded, filling the room while its entrance widened to match the size of the Inn’s door. Kal unsealed the magical shelter and stepped inside with Mika.

Per Kal’s instructions, the library and alchemy lab was gone, once again replaced by small bedrooms. The woman he carried gasped, and the mage looked down to see she had pulled the robe partly off her face. Mika looked around the inside of the tent with wonder while still keeping her nose and mouth covered. A moment later, Miko and Oba echoed her gasp as they entered behind him.

Kal carried Mika over to the newly made bedroom beside his. As they approached the bed, the cat-woman saw the clean white linens and began struggling. “No. I am filthy. You cannot put me on that.”

Kal ignored her objections and quieted her with a look. “This place can do much more than be bigger on the inside than the outside. Some dirty blankets and sheets are no matter.” Shifting his grip, he peeled back the blankets and laid her down. Since Miko and Oba followed them into the room, Mika held an arm over her breasts and used a hand to shield her crotch from her daughter’s eyes as Kal removed the Kimono and housedress and then covered her up again with a sheet.

Kal handed the garments to Miko. “Take these into the room next to us and toss them on the floor, then go back in a few minutes and check on them.” When the girl left, he turned to Oba. “ My ship leaves tomorrow morning, so I only have a day to cure who I can. Would you be willing to help me care for them?”

Oba shook her head, “I have duties I cannot ignore. However, I shall send you our herbalist. She will be happy to help and even happier if you can find the time to give her a child. You already met her on the way here, but I’ll ensure she’s more respectful this time.”

“This time?”

“She was the one you threatened to kick when Miko and I arrived.”

“Oh ... that might be a little awkward,” said Kal as the youngest cat-girl joined them again, looking confused.

“Yes, but she has learned some natural healing magic and can be a true help.”

“Will I need to take care of her physical needs just to get any actual help, or will she just be in the way?” he asked, recalling the tall, one-eyed woman.

“Out in the street, she had no purpose aside from sating her body’s call for a child. If she is helping you save Mika and the other girls here, then she will have more control of herself. If I’m wrong, then just send her away.”

“Kairi is not normally like that,” said Mika. “She’s usually sweet and very kind to everyone. Although their body is more human than mine, katame have very strong heat cycles just like the rest of us.”

“Katame? Cyclops?”

Oba and Mika gave him an amused look. For a moment, he thought the translation spell failed.

“Cyclopses are giant-kin. Huge dumb brutes that wander the mountain wilderness searching for a man. Those unlucky enough to be caught usually don’t survive mating,” said Oba. “Kairi is a Katame, or a ‘one-eyed,’ not a cyclops.”

“I’m glad I found that out before meeting her,” said the mage.

“Come, Miko,” said Oba, motioning to the girl, “we will go fetch Kairi and see about having others with the coughing sickness brought here.”

“You have a lot of faith in me. I’m not even done with her,” he said, indicating Mika.

“Mama already looks better, and her voice is stronger,” said the cat-girl as the Oba nodded in agreement. “I believe you will make her better.”

“Then I’d better get back to work.”

“Miko,” her mother called from the bed. “Once Kairi arrives, you will need to announce yourself and be invited into any of the rooms.”

The child’s face went pink with embarrassment. “I will, Mama.”

Once Oba and Miko left, Kal turned back to Mika and rolled the blankets back. “She’s right. Your color has come back some. You already don’t look as sickly,” he said, his eyes glowing blue as he placed his hands on her again.

Mika sighed as she felt the faint tingle of the mage’s magic flowing into her. “I feel silly asking this, but what is your name?”

Kal thought for a moment and realized he had never introduced himself. “I don’t know if it is wise to tell you. I have upset someone up in the castle, and if they come looking for me, it may be best if you don’t know.”

The cat chuckled, which turned into another coughing fit, but this one lacked the violence of those earlier. “You need not worry. None of the nobles would sully themselves being seen here.”

“I’m not worried about the nobles as much as the guards, but it seems like the guards are waiting for me to show up at the docks. Maybe they won’t come here.”

“Most guards haven’t been beyond the edge of the slums. Those of us selling our bodies live there as most men won’t go any further.”

“Then how have you not died out?”

“Not all the huts on the slum’s edge are taken up by full-time whores like I was. Many are left open for those monster girls wanting daughters. A man can take his pleasure for little to no coin with them, but once she is with child, she returns to her old life and home. I began selling myself as soon as I came of age. When Miko was born, I had no other trade skills and no life to go back to. So, with Oba’s reluctant help, I continued doing what I was doing. But once my occupation became a danger to my daughter, I couldn’t keep living like that.”

The shuffling of cloth out by the entrance interrupted them, followed by a gasp and an unknown voice saying, “What is this?” in hushed tones.

“Mika and the human are in there,” said Oba, following the new person into the tent. “You are here to help him, not fuck him. Be respectful, keep your womb under control, and do as he tells you. Do well enough as his assistant, and he may give you the daughter you want.”

“Yes, Oba,” answered the woman before the canvas entrance shuffled again as the elder cat-woman left.

Letting his eyes return to normal, Kal covered Mika up with a blanket as the newcomer’s quiet footfalls approached the room’s entrance.

“Um, hello?” she called out.

“Come in,” the mage answered.

Entering the room, the woman froze in momentary fear as she remembered her actions from a few minutes ago out in the street.

“My name is Kairi. I am here to assist you,” she said, bowing.

If not for the single, large, hazel eye occupying the upper portion of her face, Kal might have assumed the woman was just a tall and somewhat muscular Azumbahan woman. When she stood up straight again, he realized there were more differences than at first glance. Her nose was smaller and pointier than a human’s, almost childlike since it began lower to make room for the large eye. Her forehead also appeared thinner for the same reason.

Having only one eye did nothing to inhibit the katame’s expressiveness as the sides of her brow dropped and the middle rose to indicate worry. The last thing Kal noted before waving her forward was her eye movements were slower than normal as she looked around the room nervously, likely because the eye itself was heavier and took longer to move.

“Oba said you have some natural healing ability,” said Kal as he pulled back Mika’s blankets and continued removing the sickness in her body.

“Yes.”

“Then I will focus on curing the disease while you heal the damage to their bodies behind me.”

“Sir, I can only heal for a minute or two before it stops working.”

“Then come over here and get to it. I’ll see if there is some way I can help you improve.”

The katame knelt next to him and took a shuddering breath. At a glance, Kal could see the lust from his close proximity raging just below her nervousness. Kairi reached out and placed her hands on Mika’s leg.

Immediately he could see something wrong. Kal blinked, and his eyes shone blue as he stared at the one-eyed woman’s hands. Tendrils of magic reached out in random directions like lightning fanning across the sky, searching for places needing repair. Upon discovering damaged tissue, the connection back to her hand brightened until the area healed, then continued along in its lightning-like path. The method was extremely wasteful and even missed spots in need of healing.

“Stop, Kairi,” he said. The herbalist drew back as if burned. “I want you to try drawing a spell. Push your healing power into the tip of your finger and imagine leaving a tiny trace of it behind as you move your hand,” Kal explained.

“But I’m no priest,” she protested.

“I’m not expecting you to draw upon divine power. I just want to help you use your natural magic more efficiently and effectively. This rune will help you do that.”

“What if I draw it wrong?” she asked, watching with apprehension as the mage traced a circular rune in the air.

“Then the spell fails and wastes the power you put into it,” Kal replied, pushing the rune over in front of her and letting it hang in the air. “Trace that three times,” he instructed, “you will need a solid image of the rune in your head to hold it together as you draw, or the spell will fade. Go on.”

Mika chuckled, “I bet you weren’t expecting to learn proper magic when Oba sent you here.”

The katame spared the cat a glance and shook her head before making her first attempt at the healing rune. Kal offered gentle direction, but after a handful of minutes and a few dozen attempts, she still hadn’t maintained the spell long enough to complete it.

“She’s distracted, mage,” said Mika. “She can’t focus her mind when her body wants you.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll leave,” Kairi whimpered.

“No, you need to stay. I will be done with Mika soon, then you need to take over so I can fetch and tend to the next woman.”

“Then you will need to take care of her lust first,” the cat told him.

The katame blushed bright red and closed her eye in shame before whispering, “Please.”

“Do you mind, Mika?” Kal asked.

“She’s been trying so hard to control herself and be a good student. I think she’s earned something in return.”

“I mostly agree with Mika, but you still haven’t completed the rune,” he told Kairi, “and I won’t give you what you want until you do.” Knee walking backward to make room, he used the strength rune to move the one-eyed woman in front of him. “I prefer to go slower and get to know the women I’m with a little before doing this. I hope you don’t mind.”

Kairi leaned over the bed, shaking her head vigorously. Mika ran her fingers through the nervous woman’s hair as Kal undid his belt and fished his half-hard cock out of his trousers. After tugging her kimono from beneath her knees, Kal flipped it onto her back. The woman’s juices soaked her inner thighs, and the scent of her arousal quickly brought him to full hardness.

Kal took a few moments to caress and admire the katame’s rear, spreading her cheeks to see her rosebud and the glistening lips of her sex as she moaned with desire and embarrassment. Swiping two fingers from her clit to her entrance, the mage coated them with Kairi’s juices before popping them in his mouth and humming in appreciation. After savoring the woman’s taste, he collected more of her juices on the head of his cock and began slowly pressing into her pussy. Looking down, he grinned as the head of his prick disappeared inside her sex, growing slightly to best fit her body.

The one-eyed woman gently bit at Mika’s belly, and her hands twisted the bedsheets as pleasure coursed through her. The feline woman continued stroking Kairi’s hair while cooing encouragement at the katame and saying how lucky she was to find a good, strong man like the doctor to be her child’s father.

Kal wondered briefly about her calling him a doctor but quickly pushed the thought aside as the exquisite heat of Kairi’s sex enveloped his cock. He took a dozen or so long strokes, grinding against her pussy each time he buried himself inside the woman, then pulled her up off the bed. His hand dove into her kimono and roughly grabbed her breast as his thrusts slowed and then stopped.

Holding a hand out, he drew the healing rune in front of her. “Trace it. Each time you improve, you get more of this,” he said, pulling out and then pushing back into the depths of her pussy. “Do worse, and I stop moving.”

Kairi turned and looked at him, her eye’s large iris widening in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes,” he said, lifting her hand to the rune by the wrist.

In the time it took Kairi to successfully draw the healing rune, Kal could have been completely done with Mika, but speed wasn’t the purpose of this exercise. The mage had her continue tracing the healing rune once she could do it perfectly three times in a row, but he sped up his thrusts each time, forcing her to ignore the increasing pleasure. As Kairi approached her climax, Kal had her trace one more healing rune, but this time on Mika’s belly.

“Now, focus your magic in your hand,” he whispered in her ear while continuing to drive his cock into the one-eye’s sex. “Then, when you start to come, push all of it into the rune. Let the energy inside you surge up and into the healing spell.”

“Yes, yes, yes, YES!” Kairi’s body trembled with the first quivers of her climax as the healing spell beneath her hand lit up bright enough to make Mika and Kal avert their eyes. The light faded before the katame’s orgasm released her, but Kal could see the magic still at work fixing the damage to Mika’s lungs. The effect appeared to last much longer than usual as the rune continued to glow faintly beneath Kairi’s hand.

Mika continued running her fingers through the recovering one-eye’s hair while looking up at Kal. “You didn’t finish.”

The mage’s eyes faded back to their normal brown as the healing magic spread out evenly over the feline’s body, telling him its work was done. “I seem to have discovered something unexpected,” he answered, “and if Kairi here doesn’t mind doing that a few more times, I’d like to explore what just happened.”

The cat looked down at the one-eye. “Do you think you can handle doing this a few more times?”

Kairi smiled back. “Absolutely.”

“How are things going? “ asked Kashka as she bent down to check on Kairi. The katame lay naked next to the bed of Kal’s latest patient, a peaceful smile on her face as cum leaked from her sex to the carpet below.

“Good, although my assistant appears to be done for the time being. We got a lot further than I could have done alone.”

“What’s the deal with her? Aside from all the sex, I could tell something about her piqued your curiosity.”

“Miyaki said sex was power to the wife of Kuji’s lord, and it tripped a memory of something Ikuno told me shortly after we bonded. There is enough power in sex that there used to be something called eromancers who performed magic using sex acts.”

“You think this one is an eromancer?”

“She damn well could be,” answered the kappa laying on the bed. “They came in here and stripped me naked, he did anyway since Kairi was already about dead on her feet, then drew a thing on my stomach. Then he bent her over and gave her some of that sweet cock of his until she came off. When she did, Kairi put her hand on my belly and healed me!” said the turtle woman, ending with an overly excited shout.

Kashka gave Kal an incredulous look. “She healed her?”

“My cure disease rune, but Kairi’s power. I was trying to use some positive reinforcement to help her learn the healing rune at first. She could use magic, but it was raw and lacked direction. The healing rune will help her use less magic to achieve the same result. However, I took things a little further than originally planned and had her heal Mika just as she came. Kairi’s orgasm amplified the power of the spell. Not only did she completely heal Mika, but she still had magic to spare.

“After we brought the next woman in, I drew out the cure disease spell on her stomach, and we did it again, but this time I just had her power the rune. Kairi cleared almost all the sickness from the second woman and let her rest as I finished. Afterward, we did it again, but I let her do the healing spell on her own. We did the same with the other woman here at the Inn and the other two Oba had delivered.”

“And oh, what a sight it was,” Kal’s patient cackled. “I’d like to see some more of that up close and personal,” she said with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows.

“Ten times? No wonder she’s exhausted. You seemed surprised she had any magic left after Mika. How did she last through nine more?”

“It was only eight times. She wasn’t there for Mika’s curing and fell asleep halfway through this one,” he said, nodding toward the bed. Kal reached into a pocket and pulled out the medallion he had taken from Counselor Miyaki. “I kept her magic reserves topped up with this.”