Bob's Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon Vol. 3
Copyright© 2022 by aroslav
Chapter 61: Fair Trade
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 61: Fair Trade - "Hi! I'm Bob and I'll be your demon tonight." But Bob is not your ordinary textbook demon. He was not imbued with any traits of evil. He's just your everyday, slightly horny, happy-go-lucky (mostly lucky) demon with 4,000 years of history as his teacher. This is the way Bob remembers it happening and he was there! (Tell that to your history prof!) It's a romp through the annals of time from a unique perspective. A little bit spooky. A little bit sexy. A lot funny. Vol 3: Current Era (Mostly)
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Paranormal Demons Polygamy/Polyamory
I REMEMBER MEETING an old man somewhere in Southeast Asia sometime after I’d met Ningrum, the Bali goddess of the sea. We were continuing trading around the coastal villages. One seemed to be quite different than the others. I could say, more regulated.
I had been trading all over the islands of what is now called Indonesia and was told this was a wealthy port of call. I put in at a short pier and was immediately greeted by the old man.
“What is your business in Lontor, stranger?” he asked. He wasn’t unpleasant about it but it seemed like a strange greeting.
“Hi there. I’m Bob and I’m a trader. I come with goods from other islands and seek the unique goods of other lands to take with me.”
“Oh. Well, that will cost you,” he said. “I’m Tenduk. You can call me Doug once we know your association will be profitable for us. Now what kind of goods does your little bark bear?”
I think that’s what he said.
“Beautiful fabrics, spices, plants, fruit, and ivory all the way from Bengal,” I said.
“That is pretty much what you will find here, as in all the islands. What we need here are heavy metals and jewels. As beautiful as our island is, we lack these things and prefer our exports to be paid for with gold and gems.”
“I see. And what is your role here? I’m not sure who you are yet.”
“I am the port master. We can’t have our island overrun by foreigners, so I monitor all vessels that come in and out. I will tell you if you can trade here,” he said brusquely.
“Well, Port Master Tenduk...” I looked around at the empty docks and scarcity of boats in the strait, “it seems you do a good job of keeping people out. I will return to my boat and sail on.”
“You owe a port fee,” he said. “Certainly, you must have some gems.”
“I see.” I couldn’t help being intrigued by the old man and the scarcity of people in view. We’d sailed around the island and found no other port of call. “I probably have a gem in my cabin. I’ll retrieve one for you.”
“Very well. But don’t try to escape without paying.”
“I’m an honorable man, Tenduk.”
I jumped aboard my little boat and went into my cabin, where I called out a few warriors to act as guard on the boat and retrieved a bag of gems and gold nuggets from the infinity room. I wasn’t completely unaware of how to trade and what I could get. This fellow seemed like a good challenge.
“Now, Tenduk,” I said as I held up an emerald I’d collected some years ago in Egypt. “I am willing to pay this fine gem for certain services. It is far more valuable than the cost of moorage at your rickety dock. I will expect that it will ensure the safety of my ship and your guidance to the village so that I may see for myself what goods there might be to trade for. It may be that your island has nothing of value at all. You will introduce me to people and be my assistant.”
“I’m much too busy to do such things. I can call a boy to conduct you to the village and I will watch your vessel,” he countered. I looked at the empty bay again.
“Call the boy to watch my vessel and report to you if anything is amiss. Then you can guide me personally.”
“And you will pay the expenses of our foray,” he stated flatly.
I agreed. He whistled shrilly and a young boy in the blush of manhood appeared from his cabin near the beach and ran to us. He was given the job of watching my boat and seeing that no one approached it. I could see that he would attempt to board and explore while I was gone. Well, he’d have a little surprise. I hoped my women were gentle with him.
Tenduk, or Doug, and I headed inland.
The village was hidden just over a rise and was quite substantial. I wondered that they didn’t have hundreds of fishermen’s huts near the beach, though I had seen that most of the coast was inhospitable. After a brief tour of the town, Doug stopped in a center square and announced loudly that I was a trader and would consider buying what the villagers had to trade. We would be in the little inn. I wondered what a village this remote needed with an inn, but apparently it was the gathering point for all manner of meetings, marketing, and trading.
When we were seated, Doug ordered a meal and wine for us. We were served soup, rice, roast duck, and a variety of vegetables and fruit, making the spread look very appealing. Doug nudged me as the innkeeper held out his hand.
“Pay him,” he said.
“How much?” I asked.
“You decide, but don’t insult his preparations.”
It looked like a very appealing meal and the wine promised to be something new that I might want a stock of. I felt around in my bag and withdrew a small nugget of gold. It wasn’t very pure, but would be a handsome price that could probably buy meals like this for a month when it was refined. The innkeeper grinned and bowed, stepping back.
From that moment, people began to gather at the entrance to the inn and were admitted one at a time by the innkeeper to visit my table. They seated themselves across from me and presented what they wished to sell. The old man had been correct in his assessment that most of what they had to trade was the same as the other islands, but I poured each a cup of wine as we sat through our negotiation. Generally, I offered a semiprecious stone in trade for a basket of fruit, a live goat, a nice measure of cloth or some pottery. But then a village woman brought me a flower that was the most beautiful I had ever seen.
“From whence is this lovely blossom?” I asked.
“It grows on a rare stem on the north side of the island,” she said. “We call it orchid.”
“Can you get me one or two of these stems with the roots intact so I can plant them on my ship?” I asked.
“They are very fragile. I can get two for you, but you mustn’t blame me if they die in your care.”
“I will offer this piece of gold for these rare plants,” I said, drawing out a good-sized gold nugget. It was easily worth three times the nugget I gave the innkeeper. She gasped and bowed to me.
“I will collect the stems and return in an hour.” She left the flower in a vase of water on my table.
“Ah! So, you like things of beauty!” Tenduk said.
“Yes. And wine. I would like to buy a cart of jugs of this wine. Can anyone supply that?” I asked.
The innkeeper ran to the door and motioned for an old man to come into the inn.
“This is Sulung,” the innkeeper said. “He makes the wine.”
“Welcome, Sulung. I am Bob,” I said, pouring him a cup of his own vintage. “How much of this lovely wine can you supply me with?”
He pointed out a cart standing by the inn that was laden with jugs.
“Very well. I will take all the jugs on the cart, but you must deliver them to my boat when I go. I have no use for your donkey and cart at sea.” He waited for me to offer a price. I fumbled in the bag until I found another gold nugget the size of the one I had laid out for the old woman. He finally grinned.
“I will set out for the dock at once. It will take me longer to get there pulling the cart than it will take you when you have finished your business.” I nodded and he left.
There was quite a stir at the doorway and I turned to see a spectacular vision entering the inn. I might almost have thought it was My Lady Goddess, but I knew she was far away.
“Surintan, you mustn’t!”
“It is mine to give or sell and will certainly do our village more good if I sell it to a foreigner,” she said. The innkeeper led her to our table and I stood to bow before her.
She was young—perhaps seventeen or eighteen. She was wrapped in a skirt of flowing silk. For a top, she wore only a heavy string of flowers of the same sort the old woman was bringing me. I know that it is commonly believed that breasts were not objects of sexual fantasy until around the fourteenth or fifteenth century in Europe, but I had three millennia of learning to love them passionately. I could scarcely wait to become acquainted with these.
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