Author's notes:

About the language and notation:

The Baylon language is a predecessor to Latin, which is why it looks like Latin at a glance.

Mental communication is denoted by a < and ends with a >, so a mental communication will look like this: "< Who are you? >"

Disclaimer: In this chapter, I mention a city named Khao in Syama (Ancient Thailand) and I have to confess that it's a city I invented for the story. In the story it's located in what's now the Bay of Bangkok.

Some warnings:

This is erotic action adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.

This story is posted on the Literotica website and the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent.

P.S. I haven't gotten an editor yet, so any mistakes are mine. Interested editors are welcome :)

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Chapter 16 -- Flashback: Traveling the world part 1: Bharata (India)

Kachi, Bharata (Baylon: Ancient India)

The landscape leading up to the city of Kachi (Present day Varanasi) was a beautiful river valley and being placed on the Ganga River some distance from the ocean, the city was well protected against the elements and seasonal storms.

Unfortunately, it also meant sailing for days against the current, limiting the speed severely and making approaching ships like this an easy target for river pirates. Like the ones I was looking at right now.

Five large river boats with about ten persons in each was riding the steam down towards us and from the number of weapons they were carrying, it wasn't to bid us welcome.

The sailing boat I was on was a typical trading vessel and belong to Nanda, a Kanchi noble merchant, and while the twenty-person crew was a tough as any, the only real fighters was the six armsmen Nanda had brought along.

All in all, we were outnumbered and in deep trouble. Or perhaps, I should say that Nanda was, because if I wanted, I could easily use Powers to get away.

Thankfully, the trading vessel used in this part of the world were formidable. Large, well-built, and efficient, they were better than the ships the Kemetians and Hittites used. In fact, the Phoenician cedar tree ships were only other ship type I could think off, that would be their equal in seaworthiness and cargo capacity.

The wooden planks gave us a good cover and the height of the ship meant, that it wasn't easily scalable for the pirates, giving us time to take some of them off if came to a boarding action.

A short person stepped up next to me, looking at the approaching boats.

Good looking with a well-groomed beard, richly dressed in fine silks and armed with an elegant bronze sword, Nanda looked exactly like the rich noble he was, but contrary to most human nobles I had met, he was kind, intelligent and soft spoken.

He was also young and was bringing his pregnant wife, Dushala, back to his home city, making the timing of the pirate attack even worse than normal.

"If you can do anything to help, I will award you richly." He stated in his soft melodic voice, his eyes never leaving the five rowing boats. "Gold, silk, gems and a slave."

"I don't fight for treasure." I replied as I lifted my bow. "But I'll fight because you're a kind person with an equally kind wife and a child on the way."

He looked up at me with surprise on his face, but then nodded. "Thank you."

I returned the nod, before taking aim and letting the arrow fly. It hit the oarsman controlling one of the approaching boats ring the chest and made him collapse over the large oar, that steered the boat. A heartbeat later, it turned sharply to the right, ramming one of the other boats and made the other boat turn as well to avoid capsizing.

Nor quite believing my luck, I loosened the next arrow. This one took another oarsman out, but the crew managed to righten the boat before anything happened and hastily brought up shields to protect themselves.

The crews on the other boats did the same, making it almost impossible for me to hit anyone vital.

Lowering my bow, I considered my options. Despite the shield wall, I could kill some of them with my bow, but I only had eighteen arrows left and with the shields protecting the oarsmen, that wasn't enough to make a difference.

Another problem was that the language I had learned from Nanda wasn't the local language around Kachi, so the few mind tricks I knew that would affect multiple targets most likely wouldn't help, as they only worked when people understood what I was saying.

Looking at the mess with the two entangled boats, I determined that it wouldn't take much to capsize them completely. So, I extended a hand and used a Vis Push to do exactly that, causing the crew to fall into the water, dropping their weapons as they did so.

"Thank you." Mumbled Nanda from beside me. "That'll even the odds somewhat."

I gave him a short nod. "Yes, but please go back to you wife now. She needs protection, I don't."

With a little smile, he nodded and walked away, leaving me alone in the bow of the ship.

The boats had been coming nearer while we had been talking and I kneeled behind the wooded bow, where I couldn't be hit by thrown axes and the like before I turned and shouted, "Turn into them!" to the guy controlling the steering oar.

Most of the crew thought that I was a Yaksha: A semi-divine or supernatural being, that helped people from time to time, when it suited them.

One of the advantages with that, was that the crew normally did as I said, and this time was no different, as he nodded to me and turned the steering oar.

There was a crash as the much bigger merchant ship rammed into a boat. However, the pirates had been ready for that and just before we rammed it, several grappling hooks were thrown over the bow, enabling the pirates to climb aboard.

They never made it. When I felt that they were about halfway up, I sent out a wave of mental power. It's really a clumsy attack, as it affects everybody around the Mentat, including any friends, but it has the advantage of not having to be aimed and it shocks everybody affected, leaving them momentarily dazed and without the strength to do anything, including climbing a rope.

A series of splashed told me, that the Mind Trick had worked as planned and with that we suddenly weren't outnumbered any more.

Our oarsman smiled widely at me and turned the ship again, crashing into yet another boat, but this time there wasn't any grappling hooks. Only the sound of people jumping or being thrown into the water.

A cheer from our crew announced that the pirates had given up and after haven waited for a while I stood up and walked back to the middle of the ship, where the passengers could sit and relax. There was still a long way to Kashi, and I might as well relax the rest of the way... or at least until more pirates came along.

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Fortunately, the rest of the trip was peaceful and after a few days more, we arrived at the city of Kachi, which was a pleasant surprise. Not that we arrived, but the city itself, and I understood why it was the city was called 'City of Light'.

The well-kept dock was made of fired brick and the wares from the ship was quickly transferred into warehouses within the impressive city wall.

As we moved through the wide streets of the city, the same kind of bricks had been used to construct the one and two-story buildings that lined the streets. There were even lattice shutters in front of the windows for airflow as well as privacy and a ledge to stop rainwater from entering the house.

The people on the streets looked mostly well-fed and there were lots of small shops, selling food, cotton, pottery, and everything else a city needed. All in all, it was a sophisticated city on par with Pi-Ramesses and I was slightly baffled over the fact, that none of the travel descriptions I had studied at Arcem had mentioned it. Especially since the city looked to be at least a hundred years old. In other words, it wasn't something new and most of the cities I had heard about was located on the other side of the giant peninsula.

As we passed a large building complex, I inquired Nanda if it was the city administrative centre, but he shook his head. "No, that's the Gurukola, where the Gurus (Teachers) teach the Shishya (Students). I was taught to calculate with both fractions and large numbers there, as well as knowledge about the stars. " He smiled at the memory. "Hard work for the brain, but it had helped me many times as a sailing merchant."

I nodded in agreement. Most of the Empires near or around the Middle Sea had scribe schools and the like, but I haven't known that they had it here in Bharata as well. It did make sense though, as it's impossible to build any large structure or make trade, without knowing the mathematics behind it.

As befitting for a rich merchant noble, Nanda's house was huge and I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered the house not only had drainage for the latrine, but an actual bathroom with a small pool in each of the three wings of the house.

With its high ceilings and large windows covered by lattice shutters, the house was also pleasantly cool and smelled nicely of jasmine and other flowers.

More to the point, as I was the only guest at the moment, I had the entire guest wing to myself, including the pool. A fact I took advantage of almost immediately. The house might be airy, but this part of Bharata was almost as hot as Kemet and unlike Kemet, it was in a jungle, making it rather humid.

Consequently, I stripped as soon as I was alone and stepped into the pool to escape the heat of the surroundings, cool off and plan what to do next.

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Being here wasn't my own idea: The final test to see if a person was suited for Securitas Externa, was to have the student travel from Arcem Discendi to Baylon without the use of any long-range teleportation or gating powers. A trip that took most students almost two years to complete, at least according to the records, making it the longest final test of any Ordo.

To make it even more interesting, it was required that the students visited several cities along the way, which meant going through most of the established civilizations in this part of the world.

The first obstacle was getting to the Middle Sea and most students opted for the tried and tested land-route, travelling through Lescare and then straight east, keeping the mountains on their left side, until they encountered Elam or the Kassites. Called the Silk Road, the land route had been used for hundreds of years to transport wares between Lescare and the empires of the eastern Middle Sea.

I had considered it for a while, but finally decided against using that route. Travelling by foot or horse for months on end was not my favourite pastime and consequently, I had decided to go by ship.

Not only would sailing be more relaxing than walking, but the sea route going south of Lescare to Bharata (Baylon: India) went through areas I had never experienced, and I imagined it would be fun to see something new.

So, I had sailed from Arcem Discendi to Lescare, where I had secured passage on a ship going south along the coast towards Fog Island. A large island located by the coast of southern Lescare. It was also one of the few places in this part of the world with a Baylon colony and I had stayed there for a time until the next trading ships going west came along.

That ship had brought me to the area known as Viet, where I had travelled south by caravan and ship until I had rounded the tip of the peninsula and reached Kambojadesa, from where I had sailed to Khao in Syama, where I had stayed for the rain season.

When the rain had finally stopped, I had renewed my journey, traveling northward over land and sea, until I reached the city of Chottogram near the Ganga River delta, where I had to stop once more as the rain came back.

The curious thing about this part of the world, was that the direction of the prevailing wind depended on the season.

At winter it blew from the land and into the ocean, making it extremely easy to sail south from Chottogram to Cinnamon Island and even further.

In summer, the wind blew in the opposite direction, from the ocean and into the land, enabling ships to sail up the large river to the cities inland.

It was in Chottogram I had met Nanda, who had brought his sick and pregnant wife to the same healer I was visiting. The healer had been able cure Dushala's fever, but at the risk of losing the unborn child. At least until I used a few high-powered healing spells to make sure it survived the treatment.

While we waited for Dushala to recover, we had talked and when he discovered that I needed transportation when the rain was over, he had offered me a place on his merchant ship and...

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A knock on the doorframe in the other room disturbed my thoughts. With a slight sigh, I left the pool, wrapped the thick piece of cotton that functioned as a towel around the waist and walked out to see who it was.

It was Nanda and he wasn't alone. Nishatha, his most trusted servant, was with his as well, carrying a small wooden box, and behind them stood three women, that I guessed were maids of some kind.

Before I got the chance to say anything, Nanda smiled widely and said. "I gave you a promise on the boat and I'm here to fulfil at least some of that." He gestured to Nishatha, who stepped forward and presented to box to me, opening it as he did so. The inside gleamed with gold as it was filled with the fixed weight gold disks used as payment in this part of the world. Intermingled with the disks were polished gemstones, but I couldn't see exactly what type they were.

"The silk will have to be made first," continued Nanda in his soft voice, causing me to look at him again. "But I'll ask you to choose one of the women standing behind us as the slave I promised you. They're all well-educated and fine concubines."

I managed not to sigh. Depending on the culture, a concubine was a mix between a mistress and sex slave, and while most people would have been delighted by such a fine gift, I didn't want one. Taking women just for my own pleasure was disgusting to me and while a concubine sounded better than 'sex-slave', most of the time there wasn't much of a difference, as the women rarely had a choice in the matter.

However, Nanda was here to fulfil the promise he made on the ship, even if I had rejected the offer at the time and I suspected that saying no again wouldn't be received well. He might even take it as an insult or an indication that I didn't think that he could afford it, and both options weren't good when dealing with a noble. Not even one as kind and soft-spoken as Nanda.

All in all, I didn't have much choice in the matter right now, so I would have to accept his offer and sort it out later.

Nishatha stepped to the side, so I could take a closer look at the three women, which I did. Not only with my eyes, but also with my mind, reading their emotions.

Good-looking and well-shaped as most concubines were, they were clearly from this area, as they had the same kind of big brown eyes and luscious black hair that I had seen the locals have. They were also clad in the same way, with a thin shawl draped over the shoulder for protection against the sun and a short, pleated skirt that hung low on the swell of the hips and went to the knees. However, unlike the people I had seen in the streets of the city, they were adorned with jewellery, having earrings, nose rings and several delicate gold chains around their slim waists.

While looking somewhat similar, their emotions were completely different. The one to the left was terrified of having to pleasure a Yaksha. Especially one as tall, light skinned and whitehaired as me. I looked too alien and stories of man eating Yakshas flashed through her mind.

The one in the middle surprised me, as she emanated desire and hoped that I would pick her. Reached out with my mind, I connected with her to find out why and almost laughed when I discovered that she was simply turned on by tall, muscular men. Being the biggest man, she had ever seen, combined with the fact that she found me attractive in an exotic kind of way, was the reason for her arousal.

I shifted my attention to the last of the three women. She was without a doubt the best looking of the three, but her emotions told me, that she wasn't happy about being handed over to someone else, as she liked Nanda a lot.

"Have you made your choice?" asked Nanda with a slight smile when I looked at him again.

"Yes." I answered with a nod. "They're all very beautiful, but I would prefer the one in the middle."

"Are you sure?"

I pretended to think about it for a moment more as I looked at the three young women, but with one of them actively wanting to share pleasure with me, there wasn't any doubt in my mind about the choice. "Yes. I'm sure."

"Very well. Her name is Shava."

Since I was still reading emotions and surface thoughts, I had no trouble feeling his satisfaction with my choice. Shava was his least favourite of the trio and thus the one he felt best about parting with.

After that, Nanda said his goodbyes and walk out again, followed by Nishatha and the two other girls, and I had to hide smile at the look of pity the scared one sent her. That one obviously thought that it was the last time she would see Shava alive.

If she had seen the look, Shava ignored it and stayed where she was, looking at me with a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation in her eyes.

To ease the tension a bit, I said. "Hello Shava, I'm Iravan."

After arriving in this part of the world, it didn't take long for me to discover, that 'Ivah' was a female name here, mostly because people had been amused whenever I had introduced myself. That had caused me to find a local name, Iravan, that sounded somewhat like my own and used that instead.

Shava smiled shyly. "Good to meet you, Kuru Iravan."

Recognizing the local word for 'master', I held up a hand. "Please, just call me Iravan. I don't need any titles." Tilting my head, I studied her for a few heartbeats.

Normally, I don't take women to bed without talking or sharing a meal with them first, but the desire Shava emitted had risen steadily since I had chosen her and while drawing it out was fun from time to time, doing it now would be close to torture.

"Come here," I ordered, and she obeyed immediately, removing the shawl from her shoulders as she walked and stopped right in front of me with an abruptness that made her firm breasts jiggle.

I reached out and touched her face, my fingers tracing a line from behind one ear, down her neck to the shoulder. The skin-to-skin contact also gave me an excellent opportunity to do a fast scan of her body to see if she had any hidden sickness, but she was in almost perfect health.

Shava quivered at the touch of my fingers and sent me a smile, so I took a step forward while lowering my hand from her face and placed both of them on her waist, feeling the smoothness of her light brown complexion.

She shivered again, when I ran a hand from the delicate curve of her waist to the swell of her hips. My fingers brushed past her navel as they went across the flat stomach. It was firm, without a grain of excess fat.

I brought one hand carefully to her front and kept feeling the skin of her midriff. Then, gradually I moved the hand upwards and let my palm and fingers caress one rounded breast, feeling the smooth skin. It stood unyielding and proud; my hands were only just able to cup it completely, as the nipple rubbed against my palm.

"Uhhh." She mumbled and closed her eyes in pleasure.

Encouraged, I cupped her left breast with my other hand, feeling the nipple stiffen immediately, when I ran my hand over it.

Shava let out a gentle sigh, her succulent lips parting slightly, as she ran the tip of her tongue over them, making them glisten with moisture.

I accepted the invitation and leaned in closer. My mouth found hers and a heartbeat later we were kissing with passion, tongues duelling. Her lips were soft and fleshy and felt wonderful against mine.

Moaning, she lifted her hands and caressed my shoulder, before letting the hands slide down to my chest, feeling the muscles as much as caressing the skin.

After a short pause, her hands moved downwards to the towel that hid my now stiff cock and slid over it, gripping the shaft, testing it girth and length.

That caused her to break the kiss and open her eyes in surprise. Then she looked down at the outline of my hard dick in the towel and with a small tug, she caused the towel to part and fall to the floor, pooling around my feet.

For a moment, she just stood there in stunned silence looking at my hard dick, but then she followed the towel as she went to her knees. Her breath was hot against the sensitive skin of my dick as she closed a hand around the shaft, opened her mouth and gave the head a few licks before closing her lips around it, bathing the head in the warm wetness of her mouth.

Skillfully, she used her mouth on me, while stroking the shaft with one hand, the fingers of the other hand teasing my testicles with featherlight touches. It was wonderful and I enjoyed it tremendously.

Reaching down, I gently caressed her hair and shoulders, letting my hands slide over the soft skin, teaching the sensitive skin on her neck and making her moan as she kept bobbing her head. From time to time, she tried to take more into her mouth, but with the with of my dick she simply couldn't handle it and eventually, she gave up on that.

The oral teasing was extremely arousing. Not only for me, judging from Shava's moans as she sucked, licked, and stroked me.

The need to be inside her grew by the heartbeat and I could feel my self-control slipping away slowly, but surely.

Reaching down, I grabbed her and lifted her up in a hug so high that her breasts was in my face. Turning my head slightly, I opened my mouth and brushed the tips of a hard nipples with my tongue before I took it between my teeth and biting down gently.

With a giggle that quickly turned into a groan, Shave hugged me back, throwing her legs around me at the same time to take some of the weight off my arms.

I kissed and teased her breasts and nipples some more, before I let her slide down slowly, so I could kiss and lick my way to her mouth.

However, just as I reached her mouth with my own, I could feel the tip of my dick push against the lips of her pussy. I had expected her to wear a loincloth of some kind, but apparently, concubines didn't wear anything under their skirt and the feeling of a wet pussy against my dick was a pleasant surprise.

Shava must have felt the same and moaned louder into my mouth as she gyrated her hips to make the head go in between the lips of her pussy, before she resumed our kissing, groaning at the feeling of my hardness caressing the entrance of her pussy.

It was a fantastic feeling and Shava was so incredible aroused and wet, that it didn't take long before I could feel her juices running down my cock in small drops.

We stayed like that for a little while, kissing while enjoying the feeling of the head of my cock against her entrance, but then Shava broke the kiss and used her leg muscles to press my dick inside her.

Soaking wet as she were, about one third of my dick slid smoothly into her tight pussy, but then she stopped using her legs and started to gyrate her hips again.

I used the break to change my hold on her, getting a solid grip on her surprisingly muscular ass. Then I used my inborn power of levitation to make her much lighter and moved her up and down in a smooth rhythm.

Shava yelped, but then moaned and I felt her vaginal muscle spasm, caressing the head of my cock as it worked its way deeper into her.

Tightening her arms around my neck, she showered me with kisses as her moans grew louder, and she started to use her leg muscles again to push me even deeper into her.

Using my grip on her buttocks, I suddenly pulled her closer at the same time, burying the entire length of my cock in her pussy.

Shava came with a muted scream of pleasure, her fingers clawing on the muscles of my shoulders. I ignored it and pulled her away from me, drawing my cock almost out to the edge and then pulled her back in. Slowly fucking her while she came, pussy clenching and unclenching on my dick, as its ridges and veins rubbing against the insides of her pussy.

When she finally came down from her orgasmic height, I stopped the rhythmic movement and walked into the bedroom, carrying her as she clung to me with my cock buried inside her.

Once inside, I lifted her off my cock and placed her with her ass on the edge of the bed. I really wanted to lick her, but I took a moment to admire her almost naked form as she lay there before me only dressed in the skirt, that now was nothing more than a roll of clothes around her waist.

Her long, black hair had come undone, and the black luminescence was spread across the bed under her head, framing her pretty face. Her dark eyes were open again and there was a fire in them, as she looked at me. Even laying on her back, her firm breasts didn't flatten much, but stood proudly on her chest, hardened nipples at the centre of the dark aureoles.

My eyes travelled over the flat stomach and down between her slightly spread legs. Unlike most Baylon and Kemetian women, she wasn't shaven, but it wasn't a wild bush either, and I guessed that she used scissors to trim herself.

Kneeling between her legs, I ran my fingers along the soft skin of her inside of her thighs and saw juices tickle out of her and pooling on the bed below.

I wetted my fingers in her juices before gently parting her lips, moving two fingers upwards until they reached the hard tip of her love-pearl, grazing it lightly.

Shava's body trembled at the first touch and the again when I started to caress the love-pearl.

It was fun watching her react to my caresses and I stroked her love-pearl for a while as she trembled, tossed, and turned, making her full breasts wave like the ocean.

The sight was too tempting, and I slid a hand over her skin until they reached her breasts and started fondling them, while slowly inserting a finger in her wet pussy at the same time. Since that demanded that I leaned forward, I bent my head and placed my lips on her love-pearl, kissing it with open mouth before closing my lips around it and giving it a lick with my tongue.

She tasted of fruit and spices, mixed with bit of sweat and a whole lot of woman. It was a delightful taste and I enjoyed it as I let my tongue dance on her love-pearl.

Shava convulsed again, not quite an orgasm, but a bodily reaction to the pleasure she was receiving, and I was just starting. Closing my mouth, I rubbed my lips against her love-pearl, moving my head from side to side, causing her to sigh happily and press her pelvis against my mouth.

Opening my mouth again, I removed the finger from her and licked down one of her lower lips until I reached the bottom of her entrance, where I drank some of her juices before licking my way up the other lip, ending back where I started. Completing the move by inserting two fingers in her again.

"You're driving me insane!" Shava groaned and placed her hands on my head, gently pressing my mouth against her pussy.

Curling my fingers, I found the internal pleasure point and gave it a rub while my tongue danced from side to side on the love-pearl, slowly increasing the speed of both tongue and fingers.

The hands on my head pressed harder as she started to groan and shake. I simply kept the pace, edging her towards the orgasm with every lick and caress.

As with the first climax, there wasn't much of a warning. One moment, she was moaning and trembling, and a heartbeat later she exploded in an orgasm.

Her body jerked as waves of pleasure tore through it and a stream of juice hit my face, bathing me as I kept licking and fingering her. I could feel her pussy muscles clench around my fingers as her legs trembled.

The pleasure made her close her legs around my head, holding it in place with the smooth firmness of her inner thighs like a warm, soft vice. Her fingers tore through my hair as her body fell back on the bed and with a bucking of her hips, she came a third time.

This time I was prepared and drank from the fountain of juices bursting out of her pussy. Some of it escaped me and ran down my arm to the elbow, before dripping on to the soaked bed.

She arched her ass up off the recliner, forcing my fingers deep into herself and pressing her love-pearl against my tongue. Getting the hint, I didn't stop and kept licking and fingering her through her orgasm just like before.

The orgasm dragged on for an impossible long time, but just as sudden as it had started, it stopped. Her body relaxed and with that, the legs around my head fell to the bed again, as she lay there panting heavily.

Standing up, I walked to the pool, grabbing a towel on the way, so I could wet it in the cold water. Then I squeezed most of the water out of it and walked back to the bedroom, my still hard dick bouncing with every step.

Shava was still laying in the same position, sprawled on the bed, so I sat down next to and used the cold, wet towel to dry the sweat of her body.

That made her open her eyes and she looked at me while I finished wiping her legs and front side.

"Turn around." I told her with a smile. "Your back is still sweaty."

Smiling back at me, she did as I asked. However, as her ass was on the edge of the bed, she ended up on her knees on the floor and the upper body on the bed. Not that is was a bad thing, as she had a glorious butt: Perfectly shaped, round, symmetrical, and firm.

With a smile, I began running the wet towel over her body, starting at her shoulders, and working my way down towards her butt. Then I dropped the towel and used my hands to give both spheres a good groping. As I had noticed before, Shava had a firm, almost athletic, ass and I was willing to bet that she did a lot of dancing. Either that or Martial Arts and I had seen no evidence, that women here were allowed to fight.

Shava wriggled her ass with while making a happy sound that reminded me of a purring cat, and I let my hands roam freely over her lower body from her narrow waist to the swell of her hips.

Bending down, I kissed her lover back, while my hand explored the ravine between her firm buttocks, to fingers running down between them, lingering teasingly around her anus, before slipping down to her dripping wet pussy.

"Shit," mumbled Shave in the bed and pressed against my fingers. I complied and slipped my two middle fingers into her drenched tunnel, feeling it contracting around them, as I continued to caress her buttocks with the other hand.

Feeling like teasing her some more, I slowly removed the fingers again and moved to her anus, tracing a line of her juices on the sensitive skin that separated the two holes, before using the fingertips to draw small circles around her anus.

Shave groaned and wriggled her butt again, so I gently inserted a well lubricated finger in her anus, feeling the muscles clenching it gently as it slid inside. It clearly wasn't the first time something had penetrated her ass and Shava confirmed my thought a heartbeat later, when she turned her head to look at me, breathing "More. Deeper."

I wetted another finger in her pussy and then inserted that one as well, while her hips swayed, and her buttocks quivered.

It was an extremely erotic sight, and I could feel my dick stiffen to a point where it was almost hurting. Ignoring it for now, I continued to explore and use my fingers in her ass, while she reached down between her legs with a hand and started to play with her pussy, as her hips and ass moved to the rhythm of my fingers.

She was shaking now, grunting in sheer passion and ecstasy, but I took my time pleasuring her, luxuriating in the sounds of her joy and the feeling of her contraction around my fingers. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and withdrew my fingers from her.

"Get on the bed." I said with a smile when she looked at me.

Hurriedly, she crawled onto the bed and a moment later she was on all fours with her ass in the air. Her eyes burned with lust and desire as she looked at me, asking. "Will you take my behind?"

"Only if you want it." I said calmly, as I positioned myself behind her.

"I want it!" She said immediately and with a wide smile. "I love being taken there."

With a nod, I took hold of her hips and aimed the head of my cock at her dripping pussy, before I pressed forward, sinking into her slick tunnel until I was buried completely in her pussy.

Shava gasped and then moaned as I gave her a few long strokes, making sure that my cock was completely lubricated again. The I pulled out and placed my cock against her anus before I pressed forward again.

Shava pressed back against me and with surprising little resistance, my cock slid into her ass.

The feeling caused me to groan. The ease of getting to her must have been some trick she had learned, because one inside she felt wonderfully tight around my cock and as my dick gradually went deeper into her, I felt her anal muscles begin to alternate between squeezing and releasing my cock.

"Just a moment." She suddenly panted and I stopped pushing forward, giving her time to get used to my dick. Her hand went down between her legs to play with her love-pearl again and a moment later she suddenly pushed back against me until her ass met my hips.

Then she stopped again for a few heartbeats before she began to move back and forth with a moan. I aided her moves by subtle movements of my hips, keeping in time with her rocking ass.

It didn't take long before she upped the tempo and began to fuck herself on my dick. Reaching under her torso, I found her gently swinging breasts and caressed them, feeling the nipple harden as they rubbed against the palm of my hands.

Ripples of pleasure ran through her body as we slowly fucked each other, and I could feel her excitement rise steadily. So did mine. The last time I had been inside her had been much too short for my liking and I revelled in the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her.

Shava suddenly picked up the pace considerably, slamming her ass against me five or six times, before every muscle in her body suddenly went stiff for a few heartbeats. Then her body was racked by the spasms of an orgasm.

It started with little shock waves in her belly that grew in strength until her entire groin was vibrating and her anus pulsed, squeezing my cock. Then she moaned loudly and shook violently as she came.

Somehow the vibrations the orgasm had created in her was transferred to her ass and the sensation it created on my cock was nothing short of fantastic.

I gave up on holding back and thrust faster, harder, deeper into her.

She bucked against my pelvis, sending shivers up my spine as I kept pummelling her, lost in the sensation of being inside her vibrating, clenching ass, while my hips slapped her wonderful buttocks.

Then she came again with a soft scream, forcefully lunging back against me and driving me as far inside her as I could come, while the contracting muscles in her ass milked my hard cock.

The intensity was simply too much and with a groan of pleasure, I emptied myself in her with an intensity that made my body jerk and twitch.

For a while we stood like that, enjoying the aftershocks of the orgasms, but then Shava pulled away and let herself collapse on the bed, panting heavily.

Resting seemed like a good idea and I lay down beside her.

To my surprise, Shave leaned in to give me a soft kiss. "Thank you."

Slightly groggy after the powerful orgasm, I asked. "For what?"

She kissed me again. "For choosing me and for some epic sex."

That made me chuckle as I leaned in to kiss her. "In that case, thank you for being so turned on... or rather thank you for being turned on at all. It wasn't what I expected from a concubine, but it was fantastic."

"Yes, it was." She hesitated for a moment. "So, what do you normally do after sex? Do you sleep?"

With the amount of Vis I had absorbed from her, there was little chance of sleeping and I shook my head at the question. "No, I like to take a bath if possible and talk a little. Especially right now, since I know almost nothing about you."

"Right now?" She asked and stood up on wobbly legs when I nodded. Looking down at her own shaky legs, she shook her head. "If I can get my legs to work."

With a laugh, I got out of the bed and lifted her up. As I had discovered earlier, she wasn't heavy despite her voluptuous form and I easily carried her to the pool, where I placed her on the edge, with her feet in the water, before entering the pool myself.

Leaning back again the of the pool opposite her, I said. "So, Shava. Where do you come from?"

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"I hope your evening was satisfying." Said Nanda with a smile, as him and I ate breakfast the next morning. "Shava is a bit too... rural for my taste, but she's certainly enthusiastic."

Having no idea what the nobleman meant with 'rural', I said. "Yes, it was very enjoyable. I hope you had a good evening as well."

Considering, that Shava had been rather vocal last night, it was highly unlikely, that he hadn't known the answer to the question before he asked it, which meant that he was probably warming up to something.

He nodded. "I spent most of the evening talking with Dushala and we would both be very grateful, if you could stay until she has given birth."

I pondered the polite request for a moment. Since I examined Dushala before I healed her, I knew that she would give birth within the next twenty to twenty-five days, which was a reasonable short time.

On the downside, all my Ars Mentalis healing trick was more or less useless in this situation, since it demanded, that I transferred the damage to myself, before I could heal it. I could tinker with the energy somewhat, like transferring a wound from the victim's right arm to my own left arm, but I couldn't transfer damage from the reproductive organs of the opposite sex, as there was simply nothing to transfer the damage to. That was the reason, why Ars Mentalis midwife always were female.

So, in case it all went wrong, I would have to use Vis Healing or the few Ars Magica healing spells I knew.

"Just name your price." He added when I didn't answer right away. "Dushala have already lost two unborn children. I don't want her to lose a third."

"Don't worry, I'll stay until she has given birth. Just be aware that there's a limit to what I can do."

Nanda looked relieved, as he nodded. "Thank you."

The dream blurred, flickered, and disappeared as the darkness came back.