Techno-Heretic

When the sun died and the world slowed in preparation for bed, I went back to my home and waited for the feast. As winter seeped back into the air, the awaited knock arrived at the door. Through it came two maids bearing a pitcher each and three men dressed in white. Between the men was a large bronze cart and a smaller one in the back covered in a white cloth.

"Would the mage prefer a light beer or a hard cider?" The brunette on the right asked with a smile.

"A light beer. At first." I answered with a look at the bronze dome on the larger table.

The chefs lifted it from its holster on the cart, guiding it in the air like the men who had been moving stone slabs. As they approached in a cloud of spice and steam, the man in the back rushed forward and placed a towel across the table. With the soft placing down of the bronze dome, the chef on the left hefted it up by a handle on the top.

Warm air blew over my face, filling any cold pores or chilled edges with steam and a sharp spiciness. The cloud almost immediately gave way to reveal the long crab legs hidden in the delicious fog. Red shells were steeped in a cream sauce bearing stripes of red peppers. A rarity this far north. Still bubbling, too. On the right, the large cart was fitted with a grill over red coals. The man in the back pulled back the white cloth on his smaller cart to reveal the slabs of meat beneath. These were immediately applied to the grill.

I turned back to the crab with the women placing a plate in front, a mug to the right side filled with foamy beer, and all the implements needed along the left. With nothing to do but enjoy, I reached among the crabs and took out the first victim.

Time passed in a haze of spicy ocean bugs and freshly seared cow.

It took almost an hour before the last bit was washed down with a warm cider. The crew gave me a low bow before retreating out the door they had come through. Despite looking the same, the room still had a sharp smell of burning coals, spice, and meat. Even as I washed my hands in the kitchen sink, the fragrance of the crab still lingered on my fingers.

As it should.

Sheer contentment buzzed through me to push aside hard weeks and long toil. On any other day, I would have been reluctant to go to sleep early. However, the true feast of goat woman and Orc waited for me tomorrow. The bedroom call was answered immediately after washing. No light greeted me as I entered the bedroom, so I moved on memory as I had the previous nights. The hatch beneath my bed was let loose and the radio recovered from beneath.

With my back to the bed and wooden radio in hand, I performed the nightly ritual with even less patience than usual. Which made the disruption to the mental background script running the conversation all the sharper.

"What was that about the Base?" I asked Durka, now mentally present.

A moment passed before the crackle came through.

"I said I hope Salamede has recovered from the mess at the Base enough to perform. Finished."

I felt my eyes blink even as the ink world remained unchanged. The small issue of my mother-in-law commenting on her daughter-in-law's performance took a very distant back seat in my thoughts.

"What happened at the Base? Finished."

Dead silence greeted the question as some instinct screamed she was cursing on the other end.

"I'm sorry," Durka offered in the closest thing to remorse I had ever heard in her voice. "Her minder in the sky came by and explained things but Salamede said she was going to be the one to explain it to you. It's all fine now if that helps."

It….did. Probably some mishap with the new airship.

"Well, that will be some pillow talk tomorrow. If that's all, I wish you a good night. Finished." I offered with a tired look upward into black nothing.

"I have nothing left to let slip, so the same to you. Finished." Durka offered.

An idle thought of Jeff of all people came to me. A big reason his dalliance with the queen was tolerated was the information he might glean for us. Of course, he would need an aircraft and radio to make that happen. I could only hope those precious crafts used to make them weren't damaged in whatever happened.

Placing the radio back in the shaft with a slightly soured mood, I could only crawl back into bed and hope it wasn't too serious. Sleep came within seconds of my head hitting the pillow. Morning came even quicker. A stretch loosened the tension in the muscles. The next sensation was the faint spirit connection on my foot. Reaching to the right of the bed, I pressed the mana lamp to send a golden glow blasting away the darkness.

Sure enough, the black mass of Cell was waiting on the square bedpost at my foot. His now slightly oval core regarded me with the slit of shifting colors serving as his eye. So focused was he that even his favored nuts strewn about him were left unchewed. With a wind spell, he zipped through the air to land on my left shoulder.

'How was it?' I asked my familiar

He sent through a sense of happiness and some images. One of a whale swimming past, another of two skinners fighting with their leather sacks around the pole of their bodies swinging from each blow. His travels were often with little rhyme or reason, at least from what I could parse out in all the time I had known him.

The next visage he sent into my brain was a cold-looking beach with a large ship docked offshore surrounded by sailing boats. It was odd with its bulging sides and seemingly random bubbles of wood dotting the surface. Which was when I noticed that the boats were proper ships a bit bigger than those I had been helping the harbor in Crasden make.

Without specific measurements, I wanted to place this ship as being almost half the size of Crasden itself. An unfathomably massive thing considering the crude abilities of this world and even decent in terms of size back in my own. Its purpose clearly wasn't warfare as it sported only meager ballistae along its sides. Then I considered my time going out on the ocean during the morning frenzy. Something that every ocean-faring vessel would have to dare every day without reprieve. With that in mind, this fortress on the sea seemed a bit small for the task.

His story finished, Cell zipped back to the bedpost and continued munching on the nuts scattered about. A sense of contentment radiated from the spirit connection, so I left him to his snacking. The morning resumed its usual pace, with me stepping out over the drawbridge with a white shirt, leather coat, and brown pants. Another warm sky greeted me and more lukewarm wind told of winter's enfeebled grip. This time two things were different: a sack was slung around my back and I went to the left at only a slight angle, bringing the wide double doors of the harbor gate directly ahead. An exit I was allowed to approach unburdened by Kev, the overseer, or one of Ashe's messengers. Though the usual assortment of red leather guards came in tow.

While some traffic was still present, it was mostly men bearing logs and blocks of stone. This allowed my group to slither through the cracks and make it into the harbor at a good pace. What greeted me was a long floor of stone against the artificial river with stairs running up from the docks so slight no cover from arrows could be given. On the right was the foundations of a harbor office. It would bear the same construction of its sibling in Crasden, but for now, it was a few blocks and a foreman going over papers at a table.

Fortunately, the docks made up for any lack of innovation in the bureaucratic portion of the harbor. Every crane in Crasden used the mechanics of increased leverage to move goods yet they still needed some mechanism to apply force. Their choices were mules or human backs. Ours would be magic. Nothing complicated, just a simple enchantment that would push and pull a stone block based on the controls. It would be far more reliable than its flesh-powered cousins and allow finer control.

Did the occasional wild swing of the wood arms at each of the docks give that impression? No. But practice was part of the process just as much as making the machines. And if any of them had been so poorly made that they would break after only a day of such swinging, I couldn't lay that solely on the operator's neck. Fortunately, my destination was far from the harried-looking men trying to wrangle their wooden beasts.

A few minutes of walking towards the ocean brought me up to the wooden finger where my boat was tied up. It had the shape of a riverboat, though its top was flat wood with a dome sporting slits along the sides. I got the hatch open and tossed in the sack. A deep breath was all I took before turning to the red leather guards following me.

"Kev is in charge. Then the overseer if anything should happen to him. After that, the command follows down in his crew. I'll be gone for five days or so to clear my head. I don't expect to be coming home to pristine towers but some progress will be anticipated."

They all nodded.

With that, I turned around and hoisted myself down onto the boat's seat. From there I undid the rope before pulling down the dome hatch over me. The wood panels in front of me were soon put to purpose and the speedboat was reversing out of the dock. A single turn was all it took before I sent the craft speeding forward.

Endless waves greeted me with slaps on my hull as I took off down the coast. The land on the right was patches of bark, grass, and those bushes that were so tall they almost matched the currently missing trees. In the corner of my vision, there was an occasional bit of bark that seemed to be pulling up, no longer content to be a part of the ground. But the front of the boat demanded my full attention, so I left that sign of coming spring to a mere passing glance.

The trek continued until a cave cut into a stone cliff face revealed itself. It was a tricky thing at first, requiring the occasional spell to get a boulder out of the way. Once inside, however, the boat was given a clear shot forward. The sides of the dome-like cave were smooth. This contrasted with the jagged rocks near the beach areas beside the small stream cutting through the cliff.

With nothing to do but relax to the pounding waves of the sea, I leaned back and stretched.

The day was going to be mostly spent idling but one essential work still needed doing. It took less than an hour for my member to be brought back from the dead. Once that was finished, I spent the rest of the day idling in the wooden cage going over the measurements and ideas for the Kreshton city expansion. While they would take anything that managed to stay up, there were aesthetic considerations that demanded more time than the simple core of the buildings. Domes seemed to capture the goat people's imagination considering their constant use of them in the houses. If I stuck any of my preferred square rooftops in the new sections, it would invite too many questions of who the real architect was. Of course, Salamede would insist on paying me back for this mental labor.

Given the circumstances of the meeting, and how reluctant Gula said Salamede was to make this request, I guessed my Kelton wife was going to play her sexual game. The woman was often prim and proper but some taste for being a plaything for a powerful man found purchase into her. Whether she insisted on such acting because she thought I was into it or because she knew I only liked it because of how much her engine revved from it wasn't clear to me.

I was too happy to let most of the day pass me by with only the occasional bit of jerky and swig from a water skin to keep me company. Aside from working on Salamede's request, I also considered how I would bring up the Base issue. There was no anger in her reluctance to tell me. Just a sense of resignation that another item was going to be put on my plate. One of the heating elements had probably blown. Whatever had happened, it needed to be addressed before we could be undressed.

When the light in the cave finally died under starlight, I used various spells to push the boat around and below the waves. The enchantments to keep water out of the viewing holes were engaged before I fashioned a spell to cover the ship in the surrounding sea. A minute passed for me to get down the needed bits to make it look like another passing wave but as soon as good enough came, I took off like a bullet back to Crasden.

Various holes in the spell allowed fresh air in the boat though the outside world was distorted to an almost illegible degree by the shell of camouflage. That didn't keep the occasional spot of orange on the left from peeking out to tell me of the watchman's presence on one wall or another. A small eternity passed in sloshing and dipping before I spotted the large ship anchored by itself past the northern region of Crasden.

The vision was a bit muddy as I pulled along the mansion's backside. When I killed the water manipulation spell, the world cleared to reveal an uncaring cliff of wet wood. Above was a wide array of windows serving as the captain's viewing port. On the lower right portion was the same spot where I had fixed the boat into the ship on my last visit. Wood was molded together and it took only a second of preparation before the sack was hoisted onto my back and stone handholds were summoned into anywhere the boards would allow their purchase.

The ship was barely moving in the waves which allowed me to scale up the side in less than a minute. A grasping hand soon found the needed latch in the windows and I hoisted myself into Gula's quarters with all the energy sexual hunger could give. Warm, dry wood leaped up to meet my face, which I blocked with two open palms.

"Eli!" The harsh Kelton voice of my wife sounded out.

Looking up from my belly flop onto the floor, I could see bubbles around the walls and front door. Dotted along the floor were wooden disks that occasionally sucked in a bit of blue specks. On the left was the desk and chair I had seen on my first visit. In the right corner of my eye, I saw some of the grey, almost pale skin belonging to my wife.

From this position on the floor, I turned to see the crossed feet of my wife lounging on the bed. The lack of cloth around them continued as I traced up her meaty thighs, the love handles around her belly and sides, and then to her considerable breasts. There was the usual mole under the left one though I had a hard time noticing as the hard brown nipples swung freely in the air. I gave them their due consideration before continuing the journey upward to see Salamede's face. Black fur had taken over where grey and a white streak had been as it hung just above the collar bone. Aside from that, it was the same tall ivory horns, smooth cheekbones, and worried look.

"Are you ok my lord?" She continued with a genuine look of worry that even her white eyes couldn't hide.

"Fine," I insisted as I got up.

Now in a better position, I turned to the Kelton woman to see she had leaned backward over the red blankets and white sheets. Most importantly, her legs were now open to allow me a full view of the slit of her womanhood along with the mole on her right hip.

The question about the Base was on my tongue, ready to be delivered from an open mouth. Which was when I looked down to see my hands already working the knot of now unwanted pants. A sigh was let loose at the same time the band around my waist came undone. Not for the failure to hold off on the proceedings, but for the hubris which suggested I was ever capable of doing so.

"Your majesty, has Gula given you the page for the expansion of the city?" She inquired with a heavy breath.

Majesty? Skipping middling lord and going straight to king, are we?

"Indeed, you slutty sow," I expounded with a stern gaze as I kicked the pants away to feel the cold air. Taking off the shirt and putting the sack to the sides took long enough that Salamede abandoned the bed and instead moved to kneel at my feet. The resulting swing of her breasts only added to the display.

"Please, your grace." She implored with a puckered lip. "Let me repay you for the plans, though I have not a coin to my name."

Her grey hands moved to the top of my underwear.

"Repay?!" I demanded with a swing of my right arm downward. The grasping palm seized her breast with a sharp smack. "You think your mouth is good enough to merit this much work?"

Her lips went white from a bite.

"No. The rest of me might do, though," She pleaded as she grabbed my other hand and placed it on the left orb. "These are yours. For now and ever. If you would only help my people."

I tried to form the nastiest grin imaginable as I directed her up from the floor while maintaining the hold on her tits.

"One doesn't buy a horse without inspecting all their capabilities." I offered with an accompanying squeeze.

"Hm"

A pensive frown came over her face. Not a pretend one either.

"E- Lord, no comparisons to animals. If it pleases your majesty."

Shit. Right, that was a sore subject for her.

"It appears my loins have made my tongue more unruly than usual. Perhaps that can be part of the payment?" I offered with a small smile.

"Part?" She countered as her eyebrows raised. The frown was replaced with a pouty lip. "Your majesty, the full use of my womb would barely merit the first copper. Never mind my meager feelings."

As she shifted back towards the bed, I was going to let her chest go to get in a better position. Contrary to expectation, those grey hands seized mine to make sure their prize stayed beneath them.

"All of this is yours. Use it to the fullest." She implored with a slow widening of her legs.

For all my speculation of this play being for her benefit, I had to concede that the way she spread herself out to be feasted on had some merit.

I took her lips with a hard suck, almost as hard as the squeeze on her chest. Sweetness filled my mouth. A completely different sensation to Gula's yet no less for it. Instinct took over and I mounted her with total abandon.

Night passed with our exercise in the bed. Morning came as it always did, though this time it dawned with my member being worked on by a tongue. Time seemed to vanish as I put the Kelton scions body through its paces. After a meal of fish delivered from a sailor I recognized as one of those we saved back in Mole Hill and a magic shower, I spent the rest of the day working on the designs for her city's newest additions. Unlike the sketching for my city, this labor was performed with Salamede constantly lounging atop me, pressing her breasts in my face, and kissing some bit my skin, all of which remained totally exposed to the open air.

During this working of figures, Salamede would pay with some part of her body at the completion of a structure. The local market, however, didn't seem to have the proper prices down. Why was a bridge worth the full use of her in bed but a tower merited only several kisses? It seems the local capital investors were grossly misappropriating their funds, but who I was to correct them? Or rather, her?

And the exchange of the currency was quite suspect. Now, could I say for certain that a desperate woman forced to sell her body to a lecherous lord wouldn't giggle in delight at taking his manhood into her mouth or lock her legs behind his back as he finished a mounting? No. I did, however, have full confidence there wasn't a theater in this universe or mine that would give either of us a passing score.

As we played, she remained quite insistent on having her breasts in my face. Often with a very forceful assurance of my ownership over them. I thought this was merely a part of the game and assumed my husbandly duties over them. Of course, all games run their course.

At the early morning of the second day, some 'I love you's' started spilling out. The whole facade crumbled shortly after with us falling back into loving wife and husband. She proceeded to lay on top of me as I plied ink to paper in between the occasional kiss or back rub.

Despite this change in tone, Salamede still insisted on keeping her chest in my face anytime she could. And without the exaggeration of acting, I picked up on something other than sexual depravity when she kept insisting on my ownership of those grey, brown marshmallow-tipped orbs. The exact source eluded me but whatever it was, it didn't appear to be lustful. More….Angry. Hidden in smiles and soft words, the continued declarations of her breasts belonging in my hands and being only for 'those purple eyes' seemed to be growled in challenge rather than declared in love.

On the morning of the third day, that animating source of anger seemed to abate as she doused me in kisses while I wolfed down a fish stew. The last few bits with the expansions were sorted out around midday. Which left two of the most powerful people in the entire north to devote an afternoon to nothing in particular.

An hour was spent going over the fake lives we had settled into, providing the first proper conversation in days. With us both lounging on the bed, Salamede was on my right wearing a slip of a blue nightgown. Unlike the past several days, her chest was turned away from me and towards the wall as she rummaged under the bed.

'Ah!' She exclaimed in my mind through an electric buzz on my right shoulder.

She moved around in the blankets until the groping left hand finally revealed her catch. The prize of all that fumbling was what looked like some butchered limb before the shape of a harp finally formed in my mind. Brown fur held along the sides whereas the inner portion was muscle. Between the two wings were strings of sinew and most disturbingly of all, at the bottom where the two sides joined, open bone protruded that I wanted to prescribe as being elbow joints.

'My familiar!' Salamede with so much pride it almost made up for how weird the thing looked.

'Nice,' I lied with a turn onto my right hip. 'What's their name?'

'None. It's more like an unattached limb that comes with independent spell usage and a constant spirit connection. But it does have a few instincts. It doesn't like to be held by anything but me, which is why I had it under the bed. Another is how it feeds. Speaking of which.'

She maneuvered onto her left hip before clasping the musical instrument made of flesh to her upper right shoulder, allowing me a full view of whatever was going to happen. Those brown hairs along the sides started flexing back and forth. That lasted only for a second before they shot upward like a wave of stingers. Thin strands of brown almost too small to distinguish pierced my wife's skin just below the fur along her collarbone.

My head jerked back at the sudden motion. When drops of blood started sliding down the hairs, it was my free left arm's turn to move on its own. The hand was almost ready to come down and yank the thing off my wife when I noticed her face. It was only that mixture of wonder and excitement that kept me from introducing the thing currently bleeding my wife to the ocean outside or a blade of rock.

'Isn't it amazing?' She cooed in delight.

I looked back down to see the skin absorbing the red liquid like a sponge.

'Fascinating in so many ways.' I agreed.

Thank god Salamede was naked under the robe. I contented myself with perusing those wondrous curves until the harp was satisfied and brought back below the bed. The Kelton applied a healing spell to the area before cozying back up to me.

'And is your familiar back, fellow scion?' She asked in my mind as her brown nipples pressed against my chest.

'Yes. He got a nice excursion on sunny beaches and warm skies while I toiled in this frozen hell.' I said with a pouty lip. A small smile stole over her face along with a pointed look down at my privates.

'Oh, you poor man.'

Her words accompanied a slow climb onto my stomach. Faint sunlight filtered through the window behind us, leaving golden streaks across her breasts and stomach. Each movement to get the blue nightgown off was methodical, patient. The result of this careful maneuvering was the gowns casual throw onto the floor to reveal the full splendor of Salamede's body, replete in all its childbearing aspects.

'Well, some final compensation is in order.' She intoned as her right hand went between those sumptuous legs. Warm fingers grasped my hard stem to direct it toward its holster. As nice as the slow, sensual lead-up was, the way she immediately took me to the base in one thrust made lightning shoot up my spine all the same.

The rest of the afternoon, and some of the night, passed in a comfortable, loving press of our bodies. Eventually, a sweaty Salamede fell to my side. She had been filled and I had done as much filling as this body could perform, so we cuddled as oblivion arrived.

*Swoosh*

Black void pulled back to reveal a wooden ceiling bathed in a lantern's glow. Instinct prompted a head turn to the left to find the source of the noise, though the first thing I saw was a metal lantern on the desk before I perused southward. Salamede and Gula were by the front door, which was blocked off with reforming bubbles that couldn't hide the dark morning sky outside. The Kelton woman had a green dress on, the back of which was facing me but I could easily see her hands moving around in some argument being conducted in a spirit connection while a frowning Gula stood still in a white shirt and brown pants. Those golden eyes almost immediately went to me, which made Salamede follow her gaze.

"It's nice to see my bed survived." The Orc offered with a growing smile as the black bang on her right eye shifted..

The Kelton woman gave a light cough.

"Eli, would you like to be woken up with a sucking of your loins?" She asked rather casually in that rough Kelton voice.

"Yes," I answered like my life hung on the word despite the waking sluggishness.

"See?" Salamede expounded with a look to Gula as she raised her right arm to me. "He wants it. Explicitly. But you can't give him the pleasant waking if you rouse him to ask first. Would we object to him plying us first thing in the morning? No."

"Um," I hiccuped as the implication of those words cut through the morning brain fog.

Both the women turned to look at me with remarkably matching raised eyebrows.

Why did I feel such a strong objection to the latter implication when I allowed it done to myself? None of my cylinders were firing at full speed, so parsing the subtleties of egalitarian philosophy, sexual psychology, and societal expectation was out of the question. But a bit of sweetness was still within mental reach.

"I wouldn't because pregnancy is hard on a woman. And I don't want you to think I'm not aware of that or appreciate that struggle so little that I would put you through it without your full ability to participate in the decision."

Smiles broke out across the women's faces despite their best efforts. Gula rolled her eyes but Salamede maintained her gaze as she sighed.

"Eli, that's a bit too much sugar before breakfast." The Kelton woman huffed as she walked forward.

She approached the bed and leaned towards me enough to afford a full view down the dress's top. A landscape I was afforded no time to appreciate as she took my mouth with her sweetness for the last time in what could very well be weeks or months. Our tongues dueled as they had for these past few days.

The pullback was reluctant for both of us but we managed to complete the separation with a pop.

"I love you," I offered with a squeeze of her right hand.

"A thousand times over to you," She returned before moving away to Gula. The green woman was soon wrapped in the Kelton woman's arms "And to you."

With that, she stuck out her right hand towards me. That flesh harp familiar sprung from under the bed in a blast of wind and landed in her palm. At that moment, the question from days past finally resurrected. My mouth opened with the words 'What happened at the Base?' ready to fire as Salamede went to the left towards the windows along the back wall. Which was when I noticed Gula pulling her arms into her shirt.

The Orc took a second before pulling the white cloth over her head to reveal scarred muscles and bits of fat around delicious curves, though the breasts were covered by a crème-colored bra.

"There's a lot of wives in the underground whose men have been working to build that new home for them," Gula explained as she proceeded to work the pants. "They spin poetry about how they repay their husbands at night for saving them. It's appalling."

She expounded on the point by yanking the offending trousers down, underwear and all. Black pubes covered the feminine prize though the sumptuous hips and legs merited some attention as well. There was a creaking swing to the back left accompanied by the full chorus of the ocean. Something about a question. Whatever it had been about, surely it involved the way Gula's hands went up and down her body.

"Some nobody gets to be a king for a night while the man making it all happen gets nothing in his bed. That ends today. Right here and now." Gula proclaimed as her hands flexed backward.

The bra resisted for only a second before falling away. It felt like the victory in the battle for Crasden was awarding me one final time with a full view of those green breasts and darker nipples. Two orbs fit for the palm. Their sway as she came up to the bed was also endearing. Green fingers grasped the blanket on top of me and pulled to reveal my own nudity to the world. The Orc plopped in between my splayed legs, taking time to admire my loins before looking back up to meet my gaze.

"The next two days are going to be spent practicing. I want to figure out how to please you even if he's not here." She said with a pointed finger downward.

"A pleasant toil." I offered as I raised myself from the pillow to get close to her face.

Green lips puckered. Gold eyes tried to hold back the joy showing in them.

"But he is here now," Gula announced ominously.

Her green hands went to my inner thigh even as she held my gaze.

"May I?" She asked with a sultry puckering of those delicious lips.

"Of course," I responded with only a vague idea of what I was agreeing to.

A cold palm seized my stem as another cupped the balls beneath.

"You can be a cruel man, Eli," The Orc mused with an idle tone as she massaged my member. I raised an eyebrow, trying to work my face into anything besides pleasure. "I was quite vulnerable on my maiden night. But I was well fed, armed with the advice of women decades older, and confident in my own body's ability. And then you used that tongue."

I returned a smug smile. Her face soured like a mother trying to not be amused at her child's vulgarity.

"The debt must be paid back." Gula continued "With your permission, I want to figure out the storage issues surrounding this act."

To emphasize, she looked back down to where her hands were still massaging my member to accompany sharp breaths. The way her tongue moved in her mouth left the impression she was sizing up how the stem in her hand would fit alongside it.

"Of course," I said, trying to keep my voice even as I moved to put the Orc under me.

Damn, even after these past three days my brain still has its main mission at hand.

It took some maneuvering but soon the green woman was laid across the bed towards the pillows. I knelt atop her, crotch near that green smile. A solid tug on the Orc was performed before I got us both closer to the middle of the bed where I could thrust properly without hitting the headboard.

"Oh, another thing," Gula asked with a look past my swinging penis. "Salamede says you two like to play certain roles during sex."

"Sometimes and up to a point." I offered with as much patience as any man close to getting play could have. "Want to be a destitute peasant girl?"

"No," She said with a shake of her bowl of black hair. Through sheer force of will, I managed to not focus on how her right bang brushed my stems lower side. "It's not a role, really. I just…. Could you emphasize how I'm an Orc?"

I raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. The fact she was still so reticent about consent seemed to clash with the suggestion, which I would merely assign to the usual contradictions of sexual taste if not for the fact that she still worried over it even as we both lay nude. Gula must have picked up what I was thinking because she shook her head with some color leaving her cheeks.

"No! Not like….That. Just…." Her lips pursed as she looked for the words. "Could you focus on how the rest of the human race doesn't want you to be with me?"

The excitement that single sentence produced sent enough blood into her cheeks to make them dark green. Her breathing quickened and in those golden eyes was a hunger no amount of food could sate. There was also the memory of what had been going through my mind when I finished consummating my marriage to Gula. Curiosity compelled me to try out this new avenue of pleasure.

"Do you know what the Coalition spends most of its treasury on?" I asked with a wicked smile.

Her black eyebrows furrowed at the question.

"Magical resources," I announced with a sly grin as I pulled my hip slightly back.

Understanding where this was going, Gula sported a wide grin as she raised her eyebrows.

"Oh?" She cooed.

"Yes. More than that, all their laws are centered around it. That and spreading magical bloodlines. They have libraries of rules and regulations to keep the seed of powerful mages planted into fertile soil." I stopped to place a left hand behind me towards the meeting of her legs. "But the biggest portion is dedicated to keeping that seed out….of….here."

Her breath caught as my fingers entered her second pair of lips. Even my pulse quickened. It wasn't godly, good-spirited, or helpful, but this mix of lust and spite was making my heart beat like a drum. Something Gula picked up on.

"Could you imagine what all those officials and congresspeople would do if they saw you right now?" She asked between heavy breaths.

It was my turn to smile

"Forget the government," I rebuffed with a wave of my right arm in the air. "What about all those hundreds of mage women? They schemed and fought so hard to get what lay between my legs yet where is the quad mages seed being planted?"

Her chest swelled from her breathing so much it sent her breasts to the sides. She pulled herself further up to where our knees were in the same spot. Something that did little to hinder her next words.

"In a nasty, green, spawn of the Bastard woman. And not all of them. Oh, Command would have done anything to have you. To get troops with your potent magic. But I took you for myself. Damn them all, that cock belongs in only one green vagina."

Did I know the exact quantities of the Coalition's laws? Did she explicitly do all of our cavorting in the south to hoard my member to herself? Well, our smiles and heavy breathing said they rang true.

Without another word, I seized her hips. Oral instruction would have to wait. Only the spraying of my seed into her innermost part would maximize the imagined anguish of the Coalition's members. Gula agreed, opening her legs to their widest so as to afford me the greatest access. No words were spoken as I proceeded to plow forward and everything and everyone outside our room faded away save those we bid to watch on in horror.