The Runesmith Chronicles: Lord of the Glass Desert
Copyright© 2020 by BluDraygn
Chapter 52
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 52 - Kal can fly now, which means it is time to go get Ikuno. However, the ability to fly doesn't help much when trying to cross a vast desert filled with unknown hazards. This brings him to Fazal, a city on the edge of the Sulerin Desert and a dangerous place for those unaccustomed to its intrigue. Kal quickly realizes things become a lot more deadly when a skilled assassin has you in their sights.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Mult Consensual Drunk/Drugged Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Magic Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports Nudism
The following morning, Kal, Ikuno, Kashka, and Rosso followed the Meekari girl out of the tent, then out of the copse of trees where they had spent the night and into the biting wind of the plains north of Silvermoon. A short distance from the treeline, she held up her hand for them to stay where they were before continuing on alone. When she was no more than a figure in the distance, the woman stopped.
“Oh?” said Kal, moments before the words of a haunting song reached their ears.
“What do you see?” asked Ikuno.
“Magic moving in the air around her,”
“From this distance?”
“It’s certainly surprising, but if she’s able to handle that much mana, it explains why I didn’t accidentally kill her last night.”
Ikuno seemed skeptical. “If she were that powerful of a magic user, then I would have noticed right away.”
“I don’t think she’s actually using much, but her song is making it swirl around her.”
“If you listen closely, her voice sounds strange. Powerful,” added Kashka.
“We thought she was a spellsinger, and now we have proof,” said the oni. “Now the question is whether she can or will teach you. Normally I’d say that you could take her for a ride on your cock and she’d happily become your teacher. But after what she’s been through, I don’t think she’s interested in men at the moment.”
“Then maybe you can pay for my lessons by letting her sit on your face,” grumped Kal.
Ikuno grinned and purred, “Sounds like fun.”
“I don’t think she’s interested in sex at all at the moment,” said Kashka. “As we were getting ready this morning, she saw you, Kal, and Rosso naked a few different times, and the scent of our morning lovemaking was thick in the air after we left the bedroom. Despite all that, I didn’t smell any arousal from her. She didn’t seem disgusted, but she certainly wasn’t interested.”
“And I was looking forward to it too,” Ikuno pouted as the girl ended her song and began walking back toward them.
Even in the distance, they could see a little more bounce in her step than when she walked away. They fell silent as the girl made the short trek back. Kal was lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out why the girl’s song seemed familiar. Ikuno shared some of her memories of the people of Telsin and the surrounding communities, like Perra’s hometown, but none of them helped. Kal felt like he had heard the tune before, but it was broken, disjointed. In his mind he saw a bunch of memories of women humming or whistling to themselves as they went about their day, and each tune held small elements that fit in the song they just listened to.
Stifling a frustrated sigh, he smiled as the girl approached. It was probably just the comment made by Mori’s father about how he looked like a Meekari, and his mind trying to make connections that weren’t there.
The girl stopped in front of them and bowed. “I am Bethannia of the Meekari tribe. I am called by Beth to outsiders, but I feel that those who rescued me and saved my life should know my full name.”
Ikuno and Kal exchanged a look as Kashka chuckled and shook her head.
“Have I said something amusing?” Beth asked, starting to look upset by their irreverent reactions.
“My mother’s name was Mera,” said Kal. “Only those in our family and some close friends knew that her full name was Merantha. It’s a tradition that has existed in my village since its foundation, and my village is on the other side of the world.”
Beth looked confused. “So far away and yet you have the same customs as us?”
“A man in Silvermoon who has done business with you in the past thought I was a Meekari. I’m beginning to think that may not have been a coincidence.”
The girl cocked her head to one side. “You do look much like the boys of our tribe, what few are left.”
“Could you take us to meet them?”
“The boys?”
“No, your tribe.”
“That would make more sense,” she said sheepishly. “Are you a trader?”
“No. I want to learn spellsinging.”
Beth’s face darkened. “Outsiders are not permitted to learn spellsinging. Why do you wish to learn it?”
“I am going to be facing a powerful mage who has killed many people in disgusting and gruesome ways. I feel that learning to spellsing will make sure all of us walk away from that fight,” he said with a wave at Ikuno and Kashka.
“We did save your life, are you sure that isn’t worth a few lessons?” asked Ikuno.
“Ikuno...” growled Kal as Kashka shook her head in disappointment.
“There’s no harm in asking,” she replied defensively.
“Teaching spellsinging is strictly forbidden,” said Beth. “The only people who can say otherwise are the tribe’s elders.”
“Could we meet them?” asked Kal.
She nodded, then looked up at Ikuno. “We rarely let outsiders come into our village. This will have to suffice for repayment for saving me.”
“Sounds reasonable,” said Ikuno. “When do we leave?”
The group needed to stop shortly after setting out so Kal could cast acclimation spells on Rosso and Beth to keep them from freezing to death as they rode piggyback on him and Ikuno. Beth knew some songs that enhanced running speed and protected her from freezing, but was reluctant to use them in front of Kal for fear of giving away her tribe’s secrets.
Had it just been him, Ikuno, and Kashka, they would have likely made the trip in a handful of days, but tending to Rosso and Beth’s needs and the discomfort that came with riding on someone’s back for long periods of time forced them to stop once every hour or two. Toward the end of the day, Kashka and Ria peeled off from the group and went hunting for supper. There wasn’t much to pick from, mostly rabbits and prairie rodents, but she did bring back a small deer she culled from a herd that fed them for the next couple of nights.
Much like the Death Plains west of Lantaris, aside from some burrowing giant insects, there weren’t many predators out on the plains. The giant insects had a distinctive smell that Kashka and Ikuno could easily detect. The only significant danger came from above in the form of gryphons and giant eagles.
“The gryphons and eagles make their nests in the mountains north of our village and come down to the plains to hunt,” Beth explained.
Detonating a fireball in front of them as they swooped toward the party was enough to warn them off. It wasn’t until they sent the third gryphon flapping frantically away with singed feathers that Beth mentioned their meat was considered a delicacy. Kashka quickly sent her rejection of the idea over the bond. While the eagle half might be okay, she couldn’t bring herself to imagine eating meat from the rear, feline half of the creature. It felt too close to cannibalism. The giant eagles, however, were definitely on the menu if they brought one down.
The Meekari girl continued to be unfazed by everyone else’s bedroom activities as the days passed. While it didn’t bother Kal since he had three other women who wanted his affection, Ikuno began to get frustrated by the woman’s lack of interest. To her, it felt unnatural.
“I’ve dealt with people who genuinely hated me, and they still got a little bit aroused after being around me for a while,” said Ikuno one night after supper.
“Worried that you’re not sexy enough?” asked Kashka as she lay with her head in Rosso’s lap, letting the pleasure slave comb her fingers through the fur on her head.
“I think that’s the least of Miss Ikuno’s worries. She’s desirable by almost any standard,” said Rosso.
The oni raised a questioning eyebrow. “Almost?”
“Not enough hair on your chin for a dwarf.”
“Of which I am very grateful,” Kal piped in.
Ikuno shrugged. “That’s fair.”
“Regular humans aren’t built like monster girls or like us pleasure slaves,” said Rosso. “She may be acting normally and even numbed herself from the pain of her ordeal, but that doesn’t mean what happened didn’t damage her in some way.”
“That actually makes me feel worse,” Ikuno grumbled. “If she’s damaged somehow, then I want to fix her.”
“Sex isn’t as important to everyone as it is to you, Ikuno,” said Kal, laying a hand on the oni’s arm.
“I understand that, but a normal sex drive is an indicator of a healthy mind.”
“And body,” Rosso added.
Ikuno nodded in agreement. “I’m worried about more than if she wants to jump on your cock. If something in her head is broken, I’m worried she might off herself. Even if she went into that camp willingly, I’ve heard of too many women who ended their lives after such an experience, and she had the mindset before the bandits got to her.”
“Please don’t,” said Beth from the doorway of her room. “I’m not broken, and I’m not going to kill myself. If Kal hadn’t healed me, then you might have reason for concern, but giving me my voice back was like giving me my life back. But you all played a part in saving my life, and if you wish to bed me as thanks, then I will happily welcome you.”
“But you aren’t actually interested,” said Ikuno.
“No, and that’s through no fault of yours or what the bandits did to me. I have never been interested in sex. When the other girls started getting hair in places and talking about boys, I played along but did not share their enthusiasm.” Beth came over and sat next to Ikuno. “Even later, when they started getting married, I still had no interest. When The Silence began to come over me, the Elders were upset that I had not borne a child yet, but again, I had no interest in boys.”
“Or girls?” Ikuno asked.
Beth shook her head. “With so few men in the village, taking other women as lovers is common once they have given birth to a child. I bedded a few of the other girls, but always had to act like I was enjoying it.”
“Have you been with a man?”
“I have. The elders were insistent I lie with a man when The Silence came upon me, but no child came of it. Once it had progressed far enough, no man or woman dared be around me, much less bed me. It was then that I decided to remove the threat of the bandits as my final gift to the village.”
“Does it not feel good?”
“Sex? It does, but no more than something like that,” she said with a look at Kashka and Rosso.
“So ... you don’t feel lust.”
“I suppose not,” Beth replied after a moment’s thought. “When I see or listen to you getting intimate, it’s exciting, but I’m not interested in joining you.”
“How very odd,” said the oni. “But now that I think back on that first night, you were blushing when Kashka and Rosso were in the bath, but you didn’t smell aroused. What made you decide to give yourself over to the bandits? It clearly wasn’t because you wanted to.”
“We haven’t discussed this much since we can’t talk while traveling,” said Kal, “and we’re typically all so tired after supper, we collapse into bed. I’ve been curious about what this Silence is. You gave us the impression that a large explosion would have happened.”
Beth nodded. “When The Silence runs its course, it releases a sound so powerful it can destroy houses and strip the flesh from your bones. We believe it is every sound you attempted to utter from the onset of The Silence released all at once. It is another reason we do not teach outsiders how to spellsing.”
“Do you know what causes it?”
Beth shook her head. “Those who attempted to study it all died long before I was born. The practice is not forbidden, but is heavily discouraged, given the way our village has been shrinking.”
“But you spoke when you first woke up, then acted terrified.”
“Nothing stops The Silence, but it’s believed that speaking aloud and especially spellsinging hasten it along. I was worried I might accidentally kill the people who rescued me.”
“Most of us, at least,” said Kashka with a glance at Ikuno.
“Must you remind me where I was the last two years?”
“But you’re here, aren’t you?”
“Enjoy your jealousy. Someday you’ll have Kal’s baby growing in your belly, and I’ll be the jealous one.”
“I don’t...” Beth started, looking between the two with confusion written on her face.
“Ikuno’s immortal, and there’s some fundamental law of the world that immortals can’t have children,” Kal explained.
“Not without the intervention of a god,” Ikuno added. “Do you think Eltas’s goddess might be willing ot help?”
“Doubtful,” said Kal while pushing back the budding hope that he could grant Ikuno her wish of becoming a mother. “From what I understood during my brief bonding with her, Elta’s goddess is just now warming up to the idea of monster girls. Helping an immortal one have a baby might be too much to ask unless I did something monumental in return.”
“Ugh, you two are going to be together long after I’ve grown old and died. Could you at least let me have this little win?” grumbled Kashka.
“That seems...”
“No, Kal, let her have this,” said the oni.
“Huh?” asked Kal, staring at Ikuno in confusion.
“I’m sorry,” Kashka said, looking at the floor and refusing to meet their eyes. “I had a lot of stuff going through my head at the start of this trip. A lot of it was me trying to justify why I was mad at you. Most of it went away the other night, but this stuck.”
“What exactly?”
“There’s nothing of you that’s specifically mine. Ikuno was your first lover and first love. Aradelle gave you your first daughter and Perra your first son. There’s nothing that I have done with you that is uniquely mine.”
“You crossed a desert with me. Crossed a savannah. Explored a jungle. You were with me the first time I ever sailed on a ship. You were with me the first time I set foot in Azumbaho. There are a lot of things you and I did together that were firsts for me. You were my first servant, although that didn’t last long...”
“Alright! I get it!” said Kashka before burying her face in Rosso’s lap and mumbling, “I didn’t think any of those things were that important to you.”
“They were all new experiences, and you were there to share them with me. Every time I look across a desert or step into a jungle or onto a sailing ship, I will think back to my first experience and remember that you were there with me. That isn’t a small thing for me.”
“I knew I was being stupid.”
“Say that again and I’ll come over there and flick you in the forehead,” said Ikuno. “Silly, yes. But you are so far from stupid it isn’t even funny as a joke.”
“I’m with Ikuno on this one,” said Kal.
“As am I,” Rosso chimed in.
“Even you’re against me?” Kashka chuckled.
“Mistress, I believe the only one here ‘against’ you at the moment is you.”
“Not going to let me have my little pity party?”
Kal grinned and shook his head. “I can’t speak for Rosso, but Ikuno and I love you. It’s our job to bring an immediate halt to all pity parties.”
He then looked over at Beth. “We’ll continue the discussion about The Silence at another time. One of my women needs me.”
Beth nodded her head as she tried to absorb what she had just witnessed. The Meekari were a patriarchal society, and it was clear that Kal was the patriarch of his family, but she had never seen a similar exchange back in her village. That he was willing to halt their conversation on a topic that Kal was clearly very interested in for the sake of one of his women was a foreign concept to her. With the huge disparity between her village’s men and women, the men often treated the women as disposable. In a way, they were. If a woman displeased a man they were trying to court, then there were ten more women waiting to take her place. The elders continued to push for the village men to give each woman at least one child for the sake of the Meekari’s future, but who fathered the child was irrelevant in the eyes of the elders and left up to the village men.
If a woman wanted more than one child, she needed to join a man’s family. Beth had watched in disgust as the women of her village debased themselves trying to curry the favor of a male in hopes of being taken in. The memories made her thankful for her lack of interest in sex.
Truly desperate women, or those who had not had a child and the elders determined were not trying hard enough, would spend a day in the fertility hut. The small hut had a place for a fire to keep it warm and a set of padded stocks set into the floor. The Meekari woman would come in during the early morning hours and get locked into the stocks, and a burlap sack would be placed over her head. It was meant to protect the woman’s identity, but in a village so small, it was impossible not to notice when someone disappeared. The smoke from the hut’s fire acted as an indicator to the men that the fertility hut was occupied and that they should make an effort to visit the woman inside.
What happened inside was ... unpleasant. Twice she had been tapped as an attendant, keeping the women clean, hydrated, and lubricated. The men who came in often used the desperation of the woman in the stocks as an excuse to be hateful. There was no love, no caring, just a man doing his duty to maintain the tribe’s population and resenting the fact that he wasn’t with one of his hand-picked harem.
At the end of the day, the Meekari’s wise woman would come in and determine if she was with child. If not, she would go through the same experience for the next two days.
None of Beth’s charges lasted the full three days, for which she was thankful. But it opened her up to the ugly side of sex, and perhaps the ugly side of her village as well.
Since she came of age, she had lain with a handful of men, and never the same one twice, as after the first time they hadn’t been interested in bedding her again. She tried to be interested in what they were doing and derive the same pleasure from the act as she had seen other women do. But something was missing. Either that or the other women were all putting on their own acts, claiming to enjoy themselves, and were just better at it than she was.
There were certainly no acts with Kal and his women. They weren’t merely there for his pleasure and whim, and they often sought him out for some intimate time together instead of being ordered to attend to him.
But he also cherished his women, that was clear, and there didn’t appear to be any true jealousy between them, if Ikuno and Kashka were an indication of his relationships with the others in his harem. Even the cat’s ‘jealousy’ didn’t feel specifically directed at the oni but instead appeared to be more of a sense of loss or missing out compared to the blue giant of a woman. Their version of jealousy was nothing compared to the backstabbing and politicking she saw among the Meekari family units.
Kal stripped off his clothes, uncaring of her presence, and lay down behind Kashka on the magical tent’s green carpet. They continued to talk with Ikuno and Rosso, only taking a moment’s break for the cat girl to lift a leg and place Kal’s manhood against her sex before trapping it between her thighs. Beth nearly giggled at the hungry looks Rosso and Ikuno kept casting at the protruding head of Kal’s cock, but despite their clear interest they continued the conversation trying to work through the cat’s inner turmoil.
It took a minute for Beth to realize they weren’t going to have sex. Kal was holding her tight to his chest, reminding her that he was there for her and that she wasn’t alone. While his erection must have been caused by his closeness with the cat, he made no attempt to put it inside her. It occurred to Beth that, with how their dynamic appeared to work, all Kal would have had to do was ask, and Kashka would have gladly let him into her body. It was his right as the family patriarch to take his women whenever he wanted, and he was plainly aroused, yet he chose not to.
“You continue to confuse me,” Ikuno said to her. “You seem very interested in what Kal and Kashka are doing, but I don’t get even a hint of arousal off of you.”
“Why is he not taking her?”
“Because right now, she needs him right where he is.”
“But ... he’s hard, does he not want release?”
“He does, but what they are doing is for Kashka, not him, and she isn’t ready to take him inside her just yet.”
“This is so strange compared to what happens in my village.”
“How so?”
“We are there to serve the men and give them children.”
“Are you women or slaves?”
“Women, of course.”
“You said you ran away from your village. Why did you say it that way?”
“What way?”
“Like you escaped.”
“Were I not at the end of The Silence, they would have chased after me. Spellsingers are not allowed to leave without an escort for fear of being kidnapped and tortured for our secrets. Once The Silence is so far along, torturing one of us would only kill the kidnappers quicker.”
“Torture? That sounds like someone is trying ot scare you into staying at the village. Are there members of the Meekari who are not spellsingers?”
Beth nodded. “The Telkari are the laborers. They maintain the village so that the rest of us can do our duties.”
“Spreading your legs for the men and popping out babies?”
“Crude, but yes.”
“So, the Telkari are the peasants and the Meekari are the nobles.”
“In a manner, you could describe us in that way. However, we are all born Meekari. It is those who cannot spellsing who become Telkari.”
“And who makes that decision?”
“The shaman or wisewoman.”
“And is your village mostly made up of these Telkari? Roughly three or four to one compared to the Meekari, maybe higher.”
Beth looked at the oni in confusion. “Yes ... How would you know that?”
“The existence of a ruling class requires the existence of a peasant class, and your village has a system that chooses who is a noble and who is a peasant. Tell me, can the Telkari become Meekari? Or is a Telkari forever a Telkari?”
“They are forever a Telkari, but their children may become spellsingers. It’s still in their blood.”
“And does A Telkari who has a spellsinger child come with special privileges?”
“Yes, having produced a spellsinger, they are treated, using your description, as a low noble. You seem to have some specific purpose behind these questions.”
“I’m just trying to feel out what kind of situation we are walking into. If you are surprised by how Kal treats his women, then we may make some waves in your village.”
“That I am returning with my voice will make much larger waves. I worry that we won’t be welcome,” said Beth. Her eyes were drawn to the movement of Kashka lifting her leg again. Rosso knelt in front of the cat and took Kal in her mouth for a moment before guiding the head into Kashka’s sex, then quickly scooted away to await further instruction.
The cat-girl lowered her leg, then sighed and relaxed into Kal’s arms as he began slowly rocking his hips back and forth.
“Tell me, Beth. Have you ever watched two people make love?”
She didn’t answer, but it was a resounding no if this was making love.
“Shouldn’t we give them some privacy?” she asked a minute later.
“Were you given privacy when you were with the men of your village?”
Beth shook her head. “The first or secondwife stays in the room to watch and be sure the newcomer isn’t doing anything that would give her an edge in the man’s favor, or to see if the new girl does something that their man appears to enjoy.”
Ikuno nodded in understanding. “Long ago, I was a concubine for an Azumbahan emperor. Your description closely matches what happened within his harem but their games could easily turn deadly. Kal’s is the only harem I know of that is like this.” The oni chuckled. “The funny part is that he wasn’t the one who wanted a harem. Being from Azumbaho, taking care of many women is seen as a status symbol. But if it were up to him, he and I would be living together in my mountain cave with only the occasional trip to see Aradelle.”
“You pushed him to start a harem?”