A Tribe Called Broken Rock - Chapter 21 - Catch-Up
In this chapter, Alfie takes two years to get Bella off because he got over ambitious with a project, for what reason? He's not really sure, maybe it was just a desire to make things bigger and better when in reality people loved what he always was so he shouldn't feel the need to do that. Also M'Lynne teaches him about trickster spirits.
It was a slightly awkward encounter on my half, I wasn't really used to this sort of thing at all, I would think after this much time in Broken Rock that I would be more used to the way this tribe behaved with physical intimacy but I still had to be warmed up. Bella was pretty, unbelievably so in the low light of room, warm yellow candlelights and fires shimmering across her soft curves and shimmering reflection. Her hair was blonde, and a little like mine but perhaps more neatly kept.
"Are you comfortable?" she had whispered to me as she held my hand and bought me into the bed.
"Y-yes I swear! I am just...not used to this..."
She quirked a brow nervously, running her hand along my thigh, confused by my implication.
I actually for a brief moment didn't even know how to elaborate my point to younger handwife. "...I grew up with this sort of...physical intimacy coming with implied meanings and baggage I guess...like this sort of thing is reserved for life partners or...well prostitutes..."
She smiled, laying her head on her palm and propping herself up with an elbow. Her other hand reached down to tap along the knightsband tattoo of her own soft thighs. "I get it" that hand slid up from her thigh back to mine, her palm caressing slowly, gently over my testicles, her thumb gently flitting along the bottom of my penis. "It took me a while to get used to it too, don't worry." she winked. "I went to an all girls school, in County Dyacanis"
That pulled a smile from my nervous lips. "O-oh with the clergy?"
Bella shook her head, her blond hair swayed. "The Churches and monasteries are the nice parts of the country, no I was in Hethicout in a Company School."
"The mining company?"
Bella nodded, she laid a soft, warm kiss into my stomach which just about sent me into a tremble. "My father is a Stiff. Never had a mother only had him and he had to work all day, took another loan agreement just to make sure I got to go to school."
Stiff was word I'd heard before, a slang term from the middle counties given to Indebted Servants working the mines, iron if you were lucky, coal if you weren't, Arcanium if you had committed a grave sin in a past life. I'd never seen to a Company Town, but you couldn't avoid hearing about them. Nothing good, poverty, abuse, strikes that constantly became violent.
"Your father sounds like a good man"
Bella nodded. "He thought he was giving me a real future, to not live like he did and to escape that company town. And I...suppose I did get that in the end, just probably not the way he expected." she giggled, tracing her finger along my thigh. "I actually don't know if he even knows where I am, or if I'm even alive..."
"Never wrote?"
"Thought about it...but getting a letter back to the south is hard and well, I ran away, technically I'm a fugitive in the Empire."
"W-what ever for?"
She smirked. "You really don't know?" looking up at me. "If and when dad finally passes away, I inherit his debt, plus I had to hide from the Constabulary for Failure to Serve" she explained "So you're looking at a debt-runner and a deserter." she giggled again.
"I..." opened my mouth, clearing it as I paused a moment wondering if I should continue my comment, but I'd made the pause too awkward I had to finish. "I didn't think women were...y'know allowed in the Imperial Army...or the draft?"
Bella nodded. "We aren't but we're allowed in parts of the Imperial Navy, cooks, seamstresses, officers maids, writers stuff like that." she explained. "And I wasn't drafted, they pressganged me at the school, snatched a bunch of us in the night locked us in rooms and forced us to "sign up". So that's the life I had ahead of me back South, forced under threat to spend the rest of my life working endlessly in the Navy with no chance of a real career, and to end up saddled with my father's debt."
Bella shrugged, and shimmied her soft thighs together into an enticing heart shape. "So I made a run for it, actually a bunch of us girls did, turns out there's a whole cottage industry for helping break kids out of those schools, they smuggled us north to this Elf town called Atemne and we scattered to the seven winds."
"Is that how you ended up here?" I asked, staring her in the eyes.
"Mhmm, you gotta make a choice because you're gonna have men in coats hunting you down; if it not constables it's debt-takers so...smart me I looked at a map, saw how close I was to the border and figured there was no way in any hells either of them were going to come hunting for me in the Minotaur lands; I met up with some other women who were going to cross, ended up in Broken Rock, Celica was hiring and here we are."
I was gazing at her, listening to her, only realizing how intent my look was when the conversation had paused and she noticed herself. She slid up the bedding, running her soft hand along my chest and kissing my collar.
"Now, would you touch me already?" she asked in a soothing whisper.
My hand opened and reached forward just a moment before I remembered "If you are comfortable?"
She let out a soft giggle. "Alfie, I am comfortable, don't worry." she insisted. "Handwives aren't concubines or prostitutes, I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be." she said soothingly. "Sex is not...earned or purchased or possessed here Alfie, it's shared, explored."
"I know..." I sighed, but finally my hand reached across to caress across her soft chest, between the valley of her breasts that sagged across her chest from the angle she laid. Awkwardly, but as gentle as I could. "It's hard to unlearn though..."
Her hand gently took my penis again, squeezing it as she sidled into my ear. "It always goes both ways. Nobody is ever obliged for this intimacy Alfie, it's for us, for you and me, we take it because it brings us closer, bonds us more, entwines us." she whispered. "I think you are putting a little too much weight on this all."
"H-how do you mean?" I asked nervously.
She shook her head softly and gave a sigh, circling my chest with her finger. "A warm body in bed to cuddle with, the physical closeness of being inside each other, and an orgasm to help us sleep, that's all this has to be. We don't need to do this for any reason more than because we both want to."
I nodded slowly, running my hands up and down Bella's soft figure. Her spare hand returned to palm my now swollen penis, gripping and stroking it in between massaged kneading.
Like she had cast a spell my anxiety was gone, and I moved my lips to lay soft, doting kisses around her exited aereola. As if I didn't feel comforted enough her other hand ran through my hair to stroke it, adding another spine tingling sensation.
"A-alfie" she sighed. "By chance have you ever... taken a girl with your tongue?"
I paused my kisses long enough to look in reply. "N-no I'm afraid not... There's a lot about this stuff don't know still."
"Mmmnn, shame, you have such soft lips and a wonderful little tongue you would probably be great at it."
Truthfully the idea had never entered my head. It's not like I didn't know about going down on girls, I had actually mused over it a few times when my mind went to Matilda and to my old classmate Felicia. I don't know why the idea seemed so alien to me, it was no more different then any other oral sex was it? So why had my mind compartmentalized it so? The idea was exciting, and Bella was looking at me in a way that made the prospect unbelievably exciting. "I-i can try if you like!" I offered back, feeling my stiff prick eagerly throb in Bella's hand.
The blonde girl giggled quietly. "I appreciate the energy, and don't take this the wrong way but I would rather you learn first." She smiled warmly as she gripped my penis in her fingers and started to pump it up and down. "But when you do... Come show me will you?"
That was a little bit of a let down. But she had settled and resolved the idea in my head. I had no idea who to talk to about learning about that though.
Feeling a little bolder, memories of the night with Jeena flooded back and spurring that on, my right hand eased down her soft stomach across the mostly shorn peach fuzz of her mound, the angle was akward but I applied a gentle pressure, kneading down and up against the tantalizingly close hood of her clitoris, careful to watch her gaze for cues as I tried to match the pace of her own pumping of my now turgid and stiff penis.
Her tongue swept across her bottom lip, carrying a quiet sigh, and as if she picked up what I was doing she slowed down, gently pulling the foreskin of my penis down low, and hard to expose the whole of the glistening crown. The pull was so deep, so slow, that it made my toes curl and sent my gaze fluttering between desperate gasps.
"Haah... Your eyes... " she teased as she looked at me. I desperately tried to match her pace but with my skin all the way down, her pinkie, slick from between her own thighs moved and pressed to the the underside of my crown, the sensation of her touch against my frenulum pulled the breath out of my lungs. With a half lidded gaze her pinkie slid up and down the tiny bridge of skin, twitching at her wrist up and down so fast my mind was utterly frozen as my knees bent.
"A-AH AHH! " I gasped out, taken back at the flood of pleasure from between my thighs, my anus winked and squeezed helplessly.
Her lips were against my ear now. "Alfieee" she sung out tauntingly. "In Broken Rock it's rude to cum before a woman does, unless she says to." She giggled.
_"Better catch up, I haven't given you permission to cum yet, little guy" _
I was surprised to see Celcia and Tabbard at breakfast but few others, but she welcomed me and Bella in to sit while she served up some kind of broth and tea.
Tabbard was nose deep in piles of wooden plaques etched with in black ink.
"Good morning, Alfie!" he smiled weakly, trying to be friendly but it was clear he was frustrated.
"What's that you are reading, sir?"
"They are, some, of the official notes and records from the Chieftain..." he said with a grumble, deep in the chest. His finger scratched at his wide ear. "I am trying to find the numbers from when we paved the Tribe circle, lots of work to do with the road paving in summer of course so I wanted to get a better grasp of our production rates so we can do better estimates..."
"From the chieftain?" I asked curiously, sipping at my tea as Bella leaned in, brushing her hand against my inner thigh, teasing gently at my penis and kissing my cheek as she stood up and went to ask Celica if she needed help.
"...ahhh...haah...well..." Tabbard smiled with embarrassment. "When we did the tribe circle we sort of uhh..." his eyes closed and he gave me a resigned shrug. "We were making a lot of it up as we went a long, not a lot of time to stop and think."
"By the seat of your pants, huh?" I smiled, and closed my eyes. "I've done some work like that!"
"Yeah! It really was..." Tabbard chuckled. "Haven't worn pants in years though..."
He grumbled again and shook his head, taking another Plaque and a drink. "We were even smaller back then, less hands and well we didn't really have the time to make records ourselves...so I'm embaressed to say we had to rely on the Chieftain's clan for this one!"
Celica let out a soft giggle from the basin as she returned, I watched as Bella wordlessly shifted a cushion beneath Celica's round, heavy haunches and returned to the basin. "You speak passingly my sweet, we still don't keep records." she said, looking to me with a wink.
"W-we do! F-for some stuff! We have nowhere to keep tablets or notestacks like this, plus we never have enough to record everything..." he said with a befuddled bellow.
"...Oh spirits help me, if it doesn't come up in this stack I'll have to go get another cart of them from the Chief..."
Celica circled her finger around the rim of her glazed, clay cup. "My sweet this is the third trip you've had to make."
"D-doesn't the chief have a proper achieve or Library...I knew paper was in short supply but surely..." I asked, perhaps a little too incredulously.
"...he did, and we did..." Tabbard said with a sigh, finishing his tea.
"The Library was burned down, during the war, actually a lot of the chief's old estate was destroyed by that fire."
Ah, I thought, ruing the intensity of the last thing I said. "Goodness, when was this?"
Celica shrugged. "The war was still going on when I moved back with Tabbard and first fell pregnant, but the front was much further away from here, closer to the Capital and The Knightspeak Valley"
Tabbard tapped his chin as he looked up into the middle distance, into his own mind. "It was on the tail end of a lot of the fighting here, things had been bad for years when I was growing up but those last couple years before I went South to Ralphport were quite violent, that's actually part of the reason why I wanted to leave. I would've been very young, younger than you or Kait..." he hummed "Spirits, that has to be 30 or so winters ago now."
"B-Broken rock hasn't had a library for 30 years?"
Poor Tabbard had turned red in the cheeks, which was always a feat on their furred faces. "When did I get so old, haah..."
Celica leaned in and kissed her husband's cheek, running her hands up and down his enormous thigh. "I don't see the problem...Minotaurs age like fine wines." she purred out to him. That put the steam right back into the mature bovine.
I smiled at the display long enough to feel the hooffalls of approaching legs. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough Kait was pacing into the room. He noticed me just as quickly. My heart fluttered and settled as he caressed my shoulders and sat down beside me.
"Good morning." he said warmly to me.
"How do you feel?"
"Better." he said, he offered me a simple smile. "I promise."
Kait showed some hesitancy when we walked across the circle but we did eventually come upon the site of my hut. Nimana'Yambana's cart was locked up tight and she didn't come out to greet us, nor did Rapps, it seemed like that morning was a quiet one all around the tribe. Which I was fine with, because it gave me and Kait time to talk quietly among the now set logs of my hut.
"I want you to know its not like I don't trust you Alfie." He said to me "It's just... Jeena knows more about... him... And after what happened yesterday I didn't want to explain it all... " he said looking warmly, but solemnly at me.
I had spoken to Jeena too at breakfast when Kait had stepped away to freshen up at his basin. And she was quick to wrap her arms around me and kiss my forehead when I asked her what happened last night.
"A lot of crying. " she smiled at me. "And a lot of holding him until he fell asleep."
"Wh-who is the guy?"
Kait sighed, slumping over himself as he sat, stomach crunched tight "Markoss Wheever, he's... " he paused, he held it well but I could see the shadow of an emotional knife to his back for an instant. "I don't know what he ever was to me, I could call him my Ex, but he says we were never that serious... "
I could see a somber look in Kait's eyes. "He...left a pretty big hole when he cut me off, one that took years to heal, and... He hurt me in ways I still haven't really recovered from. Not yet. "
"O-oh..." I managed out.
Was I stupid? For a moment I felt a pang of jealousy. Why? What was wrong with me. Was it because hearing he loved somebody else surprised me, was I upset I wasn't his first?
I was angry with myself for such a cruel thought, and Kait looked up from staring at his hooves to look at me, shifting to sit up when he saw my grimace.
"Until recently. " he whispered quietly. "A lot of my healing has been quite recent. " offering me a comforting smile.
"I... Hope I am comfort to you Kait, a lot... Sorry I couldn't... "
Kait shook his hand "I promise Alfie, you are, you are a lot, please don't ever think you aren't, it's just Jeena was there through all of my relationship with Markoss, when it was good, and when it was bad, and when it got worse, and then all the aftermath of it. There's just no overhead to clear first with her. It's going to take some time to explain how it was with him and it still hurts to think about, and what happened and yesterday I just really didn't want to have to explain it all."
I looked across at Kait and whispered. "Would you tell me? So I can try understand?"
Kait walked over, hooves pressing against the dirt as he learned down and took my hands, coaxing them up to kiss them along my knuckles. "I will find the strength someday, soon, I promise. I just worry that it looks bad on me to start whining about an ex-lover of mine when I just got a new one." he said nervously, shuffling his weight from one hoof to the next.
It did hurt, not terribly, but enough to feel a squeeze on my heart.
He doesn't trust me...
No.
He doesn't trust me, yet.
We shared a quiet tender moment, looking at eachother before the sound of rasping and creaking wood filled the air across the small lot and behind Kait I watched the door to Nimana'Yambana's caravan eased open slowly and she pulled herself out of the door with bleary, agitated looking eyes. My curious blinks pulled Kait to look over his shoulder back at what he saw and the Desert Imp looked tiredly at us with a deep swallow and slowly lifted her feet to bury them in her sandals, stumbling off the little stairs.
She looked off kilter, like she was swaying, she didn't have her prosthetic on and she raised her stump at first and then blinked, raising her other hand to wave before the colour drained from her and she stumbled away behind her caravan, disappearing into some shrubs by the palisades.
"...is she...?" Kait said softly before the unceremonious, and unpleasant sounds of muffled distant retching and coughing came out.
"Ahah." Kait cave a pursed smile. "I will go get her some water." he snickered walking away back to the road, scooping up a pail from the ground near my half assembled home.
I sat silently a while, trying to ignore the sounds until they fell silent, then eventually stood up, massaging the imprints of the grass from my butt and then cautiously pacing over to where she had disappeared to.
"M-miss Nimana, are you...is everything..."
"It's...d-don't...!" more coughing.
I stepped closer to the log palisade but was dissuaded almost instantly as a deeply unpleasant smell of bile hit my nose until I stepped back to get away from it.
Eventually the beige and white impish figure shakingly limped her way back from the shrubs and boundary wall to the tribe, looking at me with teary eyes and colourless cheeks.
"A-are you...okay!"
She offered a weak smile and waved her hand weakly as she and I paced back to her caravan and she took a seat on her steps. "I-i'm fine really hawain I just...think I probably overdid it last night."
"It's been a looong time since I've gotten up to that much fun in one night, sand and stars..." she said closing her eyes and leaning her head on the cart.
"M-must've been one hell of a party!"
She grinned. "You got no idea Hawain...those bulls in the circle at night...the uh...couriers, cartpullers, drivers, they transport goods." she said waving her hand too tired to think further. "It seems they revel like each week will be their last, I think they've talked me into spending the last two nights with them, gets more intense each time!" she grinned as widely as her hungover cheeks could handle.
"You know Nimana, I didn't say but you could always spend the evenings with us too!" I offered her, but she giggled.
"On the contrary Hawain, I think it's my mission to convince you to come join me one of the nights." she sighed, running her hand along her folded stomach. "They've asked me to bring you along twice now, seems they all want to sample the cute hawain boy."
"M-me? " I gulped.
"Mhmm, and I am inclined to do it, if not just because it'd be fun to see you get ass clapped until you pass out like I do. "
I turned beet red, and squeezed my thighs while the desert imp's tired giggles taunted at me. Kait did eventually return though with a grin, offering the now full bucket of water to the Imp.
"I could leap up and kiss you, but you don't want one from me in my current state. " she croaked, ladling water into her lips with deep, greedy gulps. And eventually disappearing into her cart and returning with some kind of toothbrush.
While she freshened up, still dark red I looked to Kait and spoke up. "So I've been looking into what I could do for you... before you go... to tease you..."
Kait let out a warm chuckle. "Uhuh, and what's that?" His sly eyes laid into me as he shuffled in closer.
"S-steinel s-said I could... p-perform a... What was it? A Nimona?"
Kait broke into a smile, a wide one, one so warm and excited that it seemed as if the mere mention of the word had melted the ice off him this morning.
"It seems like I owe Steinel big time, because that is a great idea." He chuckled.
"Y-you like that idea? "
Kait nodded, enthusiastically. "I love that idea."
"He didn't know any traditional broken rock performances... do you know any?
Kait ran his hand through my hair gently. "I know a dozen, are you asking for my favorite? "
I nodded, cheeks ruby red as I looked at the young bull. "Grude-maarncinta" he offered, thinking quietly to himself "Yup, thats gotta be it for sure."
The moment I heard the Bovinian my mind shifted thousand pages of my language classes to find an appropriate translation. The words were antiquated, aged, Kait watched my mind churn as I tried to translate the old words into a more modern Bovinian.
"Eyeless... Birth...? " I spoke out, ashamedly, I felt like I was back in my first year learning this all again.
Kait let out a chuckle. "Mmm, its probably more accurate to say 'Blind Breeding' instead." He explained. "A bull is blinded and masked and one by one, he mates with a few and then he has to guess who is who. Its said if he can figure out which one is his wife or lover its true passion and true love." He grinned.
"Oh g-gosh! H-have you ever done it?"
Kait shook his head "Watched, but never got to be the blind, always wanted to!" He smiled. "Probably not a good one for my going away present if we are trying to tease me before I go though." Another tapped chin. "I got a perfect one for you though, 'Moon Spirit' it's far simpler and I'm not the only one who gets to enjoy it." He smiled. "And no sex." He winked teasingly.
"Whats it about?" I asked, getting more enticed by this all.
"Probably best ask M'Lynne that, besides you need a mask for your performance and she has a collection of them." He said as Nimana, 'Yamabana returned, still stiff but looking a lot better. "Better give her a visit this evening get some practice in."
The desert imp let out a sigh and affixed her prosthetic arm to her body with a cascade of clicking. "Let's get some work done then shall we?."
The focus on the work over the morning and midday had been my floor, filling it in and sealing it with more of this cement. Nimana had to take frequent breaks but with the three of us we made fairly significant progress. Eventually Cass returned from work and doted over the hungover imp with hot drinks. During one of those tea breaks the curved figure of Dana stepped through the Tribal gate and locked eyes with me right away. "Ahah Alfie, lucky me, I don't have to go looking for you." she explained. "You will be pleased to know I got your your Boar last night."
Cass almost leaped up out of her own body. "Really! Is this your hunter Alfie?"
Dana tapped the tattoo on her stomach, tracing the bow as her other hand curled her long black hair. She was making very telling eyes at Cass. "You must be our event organizer." she purred.
"You have no idea how long it's been since I've had pork." she smiled. "You just made my whole week!"
Dana smiled. "It is back at father's farm, strung up still, it's going to take me the whole day to finish butchering it and preparing it, but I can have it ready by tomorrow night, if you talk me into it." Dana smiled.
Cass looked to me, and then to Dana, clapping her palms against her own thighs. "Did you two discuss repayment!"
I looked to Dana who gave me a sly look. "Well, the boar was a big guy so my payment will be about a third of the meat for me and my father, the rest I will bring to roast, and I expect to keep the leftovers and the bones." she laid out.
"Sounds completely fair to me." Cass nodded.
"As for the rest of the payment..." she said, eyes locking with mine, a delighted, mischievous shape tugged at her lips. "I had an idea last night so I also need to visit Steinel and I will pass on something to our mutual metalworking friend. He'll be in touch about it eventually I'm sure." she tapped her nose, gesturing. "That, will be my payment, when it's ready. It'll be quite the fun surprise for everybody I think."
Cass it seemed was so excited about the prospect of a dinner tomorrow night that she completely missed that I and Dana were sharing in an intense look. "Gosh this is so exciting!" she smiled spinning in place as she was flustered for thought. "OH! I need to make sure I get the word out in the district that it's tomorrow...what do you think potluck style, everybody brings something to eat or drink...oh and I need to talk to Hilda she said she had benches we could use...where should we do it, right here? There's plenty of room in the space here..." Cass said excitedly talking at everybody around her, getting a concerned smirk from Nimana'Yambana who sipped at her tea and massaged her subtle temple.
Cass was off shortly after, grabbing her sandals and talking about needing to organize, Dana watched her go, just as enticed by the view as I was. With a bow Dana excused herself and headed off into the district to, on her way to Steinel's smithy.
To handle my payment...
"Repayment huh?" Kait chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow as he looked over at me. "What's that pretty gal got planned for you, huh?"
I felt my ass reflexively squeeze. "She put a plug in my ass last time..."
Kait grinned widely. "Then I trust her judgement implicitly."
Nimana sipped at her tea again, mostly distant from the conversation, but laggardly swallowing and clearing her throat as she looked to me. "Wait...Sometimes my translations get messy, so when you say she 'plugged' your ass..."
I had tried to help more but Kait tutted and sent me on my way to M'Lynne. "You have work to do tomorrow night."
Sure enough I did, my joints were at least relieved to finish laboring for the day. Kait kissed my cheek goodbye and I wandered out through the Clanless District, across the circle and to the Elder Wife's hut. Sure enough as the afternoon had stretched into evening she was in her home, sat by her fire on a rug, warming her hands and boundless thighs. She welcomed me in to sit with her which I did, if not to give myself more time to work up the nerve to ask about the Namona.
When I did bring it up, her eyes seemed to sparkle as she broke into a quiet snicker. "Mmm, how bold a gift!" she beamed. "Which performance would you be doing."
Pink cheeked, I responded, hugging my knees to my chest. "Kait said I should try 'Moon Spirit' he said I should ask you about how to...do it..."
Her face beamed more and she ran her hand across her jaw, thumb pressing to her lips. "And such a traditional choice! I would be delighted to teach you." she said, rising to her hooves she paced her wide out of her room, disappearing into one of the endless storage halls her longhouse had. She returned with a handful of white lacquer masks, polished a pearly white, only disrupted by carefully angled and carved holes which were shaded by cherry red lashings that seemed to accentuate the otherwise plain voids.
One by one she held them up to my face and once she found a fit she left that one with me. Most of them were ovular, fit for human faces but she bought out one which seemed far more angular, fit for the snouts and broad noses of a minotaur. "That is the oldest one I have if you're curious, I don't tend to lend that one out, there's a good chance that mask might be older than even the tribe is." she spoke.
I held the old mask, the Lacquer was still polished but it certainly did show its age, the edges were worn on it, the white was worn through and the plain white beige of the wood peeked through, all sorts of small dents and gauges filled it. Decades, no, centuries of use, countless polishing and fixes.
I handed the mask back to her and compared it to the newer one she gave me. "W-what is it supposed to be?"
"The titular Spirit of the Moon." she winked standing back up, gesturing me to hold a moment as she took the masks away to store them.
"There is an old legend our people carry, from a time when the spirits were more lively in this world, before The Brothers and Sisters calmed this land and Spirits, and Monsters roamed these wild hills. The Moon Spirit is a beautiful trickster mmm? They would roam the dark of night when the moon is full and taunt the daylight world by changing things. Moving trees, lakes, boulders, sometimes the spirit would even move whole hills. There is an old story where when two old clans were marching to war with that they waited until the two warbands were asleep the night before battle and then moved them to be miles away from each other." she explained. "And the warbands cursed the spirit and marched back to battle again but sure enough they would move the warbands again and again until finally the two sides were so frustrated they gave up their feud and went home to their tribes, only to find the Moon spirit had swapped their clans too!"
M'Lynne's eagerness was infectious and I smiled at the story. "So what is the performance?"
The Elder Wife nodded. "It is said that one bull of our people was seduced by the Moon Spirit; The bull wanted nothing more than to take the spirit as a wife but could not, such were the ways before Kiefer the lover charmed our two worlds back into order. To mix bloodlines with the heavens was an invitation of doom, a curse. The two passions were unimaginable but they could never lay with eachother. That irony was such a comedy that the Moon Spirit returned to the Moon and never taunted the daylight world. Because they would never pull a trick so well done ever again."
I swallowed, trying to parse the poetry of this all and find out where I came into this. I wasn't expecting such a dearth of meaning to an erotic dance performance.
"It is something of a competition, you play the Spirit and you make your way through those who approach you. The goal is to seduce and bring them to orgasm, and not be bought to orgasm yourself. All of this is done without penetration because...to put it bluntly, fucking the Moon Spirit is bad luck." she chortled. "There is a musical backing something to keep rhythm, a Lutreece usually, a bassy string instrument, but it is a good beginners performance, there's no real choreography to memorize, a lot of it comes from the heart, from the body, you move with your own desires."
"Serendipitous that you would choose that Namona Alfie." she said pushing herself to her hooves again, it seemed like a revelation dawned on her as she wiggled a finger at me, disappearing again. Leaving me to try parse the goals of this performance, and swallow back the sudden spike of nervousness as I realized what I was committing to.
"W-why's that?" I asked out to her.
M'lynne returned and with her she had her folded wooden plaques, old wood paintings, she unfolded them carefully on the rug. Tapping her finger gesturing to a painted figure of the Moon spirit, lithe, thin, long flowing white hair that curled around the whole image. There was a great deal of contrast between the spirit and the bulls that seemed to be shouting and lamenting their appearance. The spirit was very human looking.
"Most folks refer to the Spirit as a she, but the oldest stories don't remark on such a thing, just the beauty of the spirit and in fact..."
I realized what she was pointing at, this feminine figure of the moon was shaped like a woman, with particularly prodigious hips, but this figure had a penis, hanging off their body lazily as they spun across the sky.
"Some of the oldest interpretations of the Moon Spirit depict it with a penis some with a vagina, I even have a wood carving of the moon spirit with both actually."
"W-wow!" I said, trying to hide a flustered gawp at the image as I handed the plaques back to the Elder Wife. The feeling stirred within me, I don't think I'd ever really seen a depiction of beauty with a penis before...
"Shall we practice?" M'Lynne sung out.
"Practice...? O-oh yes I would uh...I am supposed to be doing this tomorrow night I should probably get it in my memory..."
M'Lynne quirked her lip and shook her head "You should think of it more spontaneously sweet Alfie, it's not performance to memorize, after all whom you perform for can't be known right? The goal is to fill them with desire, to bring them to orgasm before they do you. It's all about tension, temptation, teasing. Some folks have similar tastes in that regard, but you will need to figure out how to do that as you perform. The art is in the seduction." the cow sighed sweetly to me, blinking her huge eyes my own.
"I-I've never...I have no idea how to...where do I even..." I began to stammer, but M'Lynne shook her head and pushed herself into a kneel. "It's easier than you think sweet boy. Shall I show you?" she asked, her bright wide eyes were in a warm liddy gaze as she sidled in closer. My heart leapt into my throat as she lingered inches from me, awaiting quietly and sweetly for my consent to move closer.
I nodded. "I-if you like..."
She was upon me, smooth and slow, but her palms wrapped around my hips and she bought herself to sit upon my lap, her substantial weight pressing onto my own thighs sent my heart pounding. Her hands roamed my back, my hips, soft caresses that sweeped up my sides across my stomach and chest, into my hair as I looked up at her.
"Start simple." she said warmly, "Touch, intimacy, feel their body, their heartbeat, look at their eyes, not for the body but the heart within them." she smiled. "And start with questions, simple ones, playful ones."
"Q-questions?" I managed to squeak out in excited panic. My mind desperately trying to get a grip on the wheel of this ship.
"Mmmhmm." she said softly, her thighs opened and she squirmed around on my lap, engulfing my hips with those immense legs, squeezing them around me, straddling me. I felt my breath catch in my throat when I felt the hot, soft touch of her vulva pressed to my stomach as she sat atop me.
"Why do you want to do this Namona so eagerly, sweet Alfie?"
"W-w...well because hah...because Kait asked me to..."
Her thighs squeezed. "He must mean a lot to you, hmm? Such an intimate act just for his desire? What he finds enticing, what he desires must mean a lot to you."
I opened my mouth to speak but the words caught in my throat as her soft hands caressed my brown hair.
Well she knew me of me already of course, but from one sentence, how had she done this so effortlessly?
"You haaah...you're so...good at this..." I breathed out, closing my eyes a moment as I felt her sink my body into her bosom, my cheeks between those immense bovine breasts.
Her chest heaved as she giggled softly. "This is not magic sweet Alfie, this is practice, this is all something you can do, you just need to listen, and infer, people want things, especially in Namona like this, they want to orgasm, to feel that excitement of a connection, that is what you sift for, that is the gold you dig at." she whispered it, almost sung it into my ear, grinding her two immense flanks against my lap as she sank me into her chest.
"Is it that this one..." she said gently prodding my chest. "Wants to be desired?" she said hitching her own breath as she kept grinding away at me. "There's so much in him, as there always is so much in all of us, so many wants, but hmmm...perhaps it is the very idea of enticing another that excites him? The idea that you could be the object of another's burning want?" she sang out.
I felt dizzy, like I was on the verge of passing out, but I never seemed to fade away, I just helplessly moaned into her chest which got an excited bounce from M'Lynne. "See Alfie? That is what the Spirit digs for...and once they find it, the spirit leeeeans into it, they push it, tease it...coax it out with their hands and body."
She pushed more of her weight into me, her hooves were in the rug behind my butt as she pressed against my core. "That is why he wants to dance, to perform for his dear Kait, because he wants Kait to be excited by him, by his body, he wants Kait to moooooan and cum just from him, from his body!" she crooned out. "Oh sweet little one, of course you entice, look at you! How could your body and mind not excite?"
A helpless gasp escaped my lips, tightness bound me all across my core as my own muscles seized in my body, tension wound between my thighs. How had she done this! How was she able to get me like this with so little? She was so practiced with her body, her voice that she had me keeling over into her immense figure which only ratcheted the tension up more.
"Luckily for the sweet boy, not only will his Kait be maddened with desire, it will be so much more than just him, bulls and women of all kinds will burn with want for the Moon Spirit, he will be the center of attention, the whole party will BURN with want for him!"
I couldn't help it, I gasped out, keeling forward as my hips tried, in vain, to buck up into the heavy thighs, my own strings of cum squirting out deep between her pillowy cheeks, in between desperate, pleading, gasps for air.
M'Lynne giggled softly, easing herself off me, expertly balanced on her hooves as my helpless dick throbbed and spurt off between my heels onto her rug, though she kept lovingly caressing at my head and hair, watching out of the corners of her eyes for my orgasm to cease.
"See, I told you, it's far easier than it seems." she said slowly climbing off me and heading over to her basin, taking a damp cloth and wiping what little of my semen had gotten between her thighs.
"I haah...don't think I'm haaah a good example..."
"Of course you are, you try so very hard to hide your desires little Alfie, it is just that I am...very practiced in the arts of pleasure." she snickered. "Like any muscle, any skill, you work with it enough you will grow just as strong."
M'Lynne paced over and flicked the damp cloth at me, the wet linen falling on my lap. "Now, clean up, now its your turn, you said you're doing this tomorrow, that leaves us the whole night to practice." The Elder Wife winked.
Bella's beautiful ass drawn by the EXTREMELY patient @zuel32
Been a while hasn't it lol. Sorry this one took so long, its a long story and I am sure some most of you have read either the previous update or been in the Discord server.
I am once again sorry for going so long without updates, but I am hoping now that this is back on track that we won't run into another delay like that. I am hoping to have the regular chapters back soon, there's another one basically ready to edit with its art ready to go that will sort of be the "end" of this first act. I mentioned in the discord and in the last update that the story's pace is going to change somewhat soon to take us away from the "one chapter = one day" framing device because it just wasn't going to be feasible to tell a well paced story if I had to keep to that kind of timing.
It'll make more sense once we get into "act 2" or "season 2" or whatever I am calling it. But again I am once again sorry for the wait, its been way too long but I am hoping that the wait between chapter 21 and chapter 22 won't be that long. I won't give an exact time frame but lets say maybe a week or two?
AS ALWAYS thank you to the artist, please support them, track them down on the site formerly known as Twitter, or Bluesky, this story would not be what it is without their help to bring the visions to life.
_**~Kept you waiting, huh?
~Alfie (Broke)**_