Twenty years before the Etasose was crowned the Chiefess.
An armoured carriage pulled through the tall, wooden gates of the Desert Ghost village. Hundreds of warrior women stood around the carriage as it entered. All were nude, the only remote items of clothing being feathers in their hair or the paint on their skin. Using their magic, they hid their true forms from the men on the carriage.
Jumping from the carriage, the mercenaries hurried around to the back of the carriage. Opening the back of the carriage, the mercenaries began to yell and bark orders into the back of the carriage. Piling out, about forty men with their hands bound were ushered forward Infront of the carriages. Guns against their backs, they were forced onto their knees in Infront of a large wooden throne.
Upon the throne sat a tall woman in a white feather headdress. Next to her stood the lead huntress and warrior. On the other side stood Nolkonoe and lead forger. Each woman though had no daughters, not at this point. All smiled as they saw the young men being forced to their knees. A man stepped forward, bowing his head to the women.
¡°I hope our business has been efficient,¡± the man said, gesturing to the men. Moving from the throne, the Chiefess walked forward. The Chiefess of course being the late mother of Etasose.
¡°I¡¯ll see the products before I decide anything,¡± the Chiefess said as she moved to the captives. Walking up and down the line of men, she looked each over carefully.
¡°Come, chose which ones you want,¡± the Chiefess said with a smirk as she moved back to her throne.
¡°You shall not pick one Chiefess?¡± Nolkonoe said as she licked her lips at the sight of the terrified men.
¡°Indeed, we have many strong stocks here for you, your greatness,¡± the lead man said, bowing his head to the woman. Placing a hand on her abdomen, she shook her head.
¡°I believe myself to be pregnant from the last man you sold to us,¡± the Chiefess said, rubbing the soon to be Etasose forming in her stomach.
¡°Amazing,¡± the lead man said, a little annoyed that he would be selling off any more men that day. Sensing his annoyance, the Chiefess smiled.
¡°Don¡¯t worry my dear, my clan leaders all still wish to breed a man from your group, as do many of my warriors. So don¡¯t worry, you shall have your money,¡± the Chiefess reassured.
Moving around the men, the four women began to pick out which men they thought to be worthy sacrifices. Quickly, the lead huntress picked out three of the men that she thought to look muscular and most likely a good breeding partner. Wanting to match her rival, the Head Warrior picked a three of her own.
Deciding to have quality over quantity, the Lead Forger picked one a single man. Having the same ideology, Nolkonoe did the same. Moving in front of a small, human boy, she stared down at him with a devilish smirk.
¡°This one. What¡¯s his name and crime?¡± Nolkonoe asked as she wanted to know more about the man who was going to place a child into her. Walking to her side, the lead man smiled brightly at her.
¡°His name is Maxwell Green water, he was found guilty of the murder of twelve men, and five women. We are practically giving him away for the small price of one crowned cold,¡± the lead man offered.
Leaning down, Nolkonoe took the gag from the man¡¯s mouth. Immediately on taking the gag from him, he spat at her face. Smirking, she licked the spit from her face. Leaning down to him, she ran her tongue along his face.
¡°Do that again, I like a man with a little fight in him. Gives me more to break,¡± Nolkonoe said, having no sympathy for the murderer. Gagging him before he could respond, she was given a collar by a young native woman. Fixing it around his neck, she dragged him to his feet.
¡°Come, I want to get a taste of you,¡± she said as she began to walk off into the village. Seeing that the clan leaders had all picked their ¡®honoured guests¡¯, the Chiefess ordered some for warriors to deliver the men their payment. Once the men were given their boxes of crowned golds, they stored the boxes inside of the carriage before climbing onto it themselves.
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¡°Thank you for your business your majesty!¡± the man said before ordering his men to turn the carriage and begin to leave the village.
Several groups of warriors escorted the men from the centre of the village to the gates, and then eventually out of the village entirely. But it was only when they saw the carriages, waggons and horses caress the horizon, and then eventually disappear behind it, did the Chiefess begin her speech to the male captives.
¡°Welcome to our tribe!¡± the Chiefess announced down to them.
Standing from her seat she began to mutter spells. Purposely she did it slowly, to give her people time to surround the male captives. Once the spell was completed a red puff of smoke surrounded her. Protruding from the top of her head came two large wolf ears. Next from her back came a large wolf tale. Once she was completely in her form, she stripped off her top and skirt, revealing her nudity to the men.
To follow the example set by their leader, the clan leaders did the same as they began to press their nudity against the men or man they had chosen for this sacred ritual. The women of the village who were of age did the same as they started to enclose on the bound men still sitting in the centre of the village. All fear in the men quickly dissipated as large wolf women began to grind their nudity against them or happily danced naked around them.
Turning to the man next to who she had chosen, what was his name? something Green Water? well, it no longer mattered now as he was nothing more than her chosen man. Placing a kiss onto his lips, Nolkonoe allowed him to sink into her breasts.
¡°Each of you here has been chosen for a very sacred ritual. A ritual in which you shall be forgiven for your sins by the goddesses,¡± the Chiefess explained as the women began to pick out which men they wanted for the ritual.
Smiling, she could see that someone had already begun to fuck their new toys. Even out in the open like this, how brazen. But she expected nothing else of her strong warriors. Nolkonoe had even begun to smother her chosen man in kisses, not caring for who was watching her show such bold love. After stripping down the trousers of her man, Nolkonoe wasted no time in shoving his member between her lips.
Once the man was at a satisfactory hardness, she leapt to her feet and turned into her butt was pressing against his cock. Smiling or reluctant smile over at the foul criminal, she led him into the group of coupling male slaves and wolf women. With so much adrenaline rushing through their veins no man dared question the strange forms of the women as a large orgy began to take over this part of the village. This was the first of what was going to become a daily ritual for the tribe.
Or at least this was the case until a month later...
It was a warm night, but a dark one. No stars could be seen in the sky, leaving the only thing to illuminate the temple to be large fire pits and burning beacons. At the foot of the temple stood a large group of men. These were the men chosen by the tribe to become what they learned to be breeding cattle. Tonight, though was meant to be the night they were forgiven for their sins by the goddesses of the tribe.
Nude with the finest tribal paints adorning their skin, they enthusiastically waited at the bottom of the temple. Each man muttered to one another about what pleasures they were going to experience that night. The women who the men had been nothing more than loving fuck boys two for the past few days, happily stood nude on the side-lines jumping, bouncing their large breasts and butts to the men to try and win their attention.
Guessing from these lude displays, they assumed whatever was to happen to them on their last night was to be just as good. The thought that crossed the minds of many women there was, what if the men could hear their voices and understand their language. What if they could hear the insults being thrown at them, condemning them for their crimes and saying about how fowl they had been towards the native women. Not a single woman here saw these men as anything close to human. These here was subhuman, criminals, monsters who deserved their fate tonight.
The only voices that spoke up against what was to happen to the men that night were the women who had yet been impregnated by them. Drums roared making the men jump and several shudders. From the darkness behind the line of men emerged a column of stark-naked wolf women. Their only item of clothing was the large headdresses they wore to show their pride for their clan and tribe. Walking up along the side to the men, these women deemed to be the strongest of the tribe, began to pick out the looks of the men that they liked the most.
Once each woman had picked a man, the first in the line began to ascend up the temple steps. Gorgeous vultures dressed in nothing, but short grass skirts and the tribal paints danced Along the sides of the temple steps, ushering the woman and her man upwards. Once at the top of the steps the two were greeted by a large circular altar before disposition around it. Taking the place of the high priestess, the Chiefess stood next to the altar, a large ceremonial dagger in her hand.
The man didn''t notice these foreshadowed fates though as he was lain down onto the stone altar by the woman who had chosen him. Climbing on with him she began to hungrily suck his erection upon laying down on the alter. Once he was at full hardness, they used a piece of a vine to tie off the base of his cock to keep him hard.
Smiling, the Chiefess began to speak in the native tongue. She announced to her tribe the man¡¯s name in crime, as well as how putrid is the tribe found him.
¡°Now then, may whoever his many victims maybe, become avenged as we offer his blood to the Goddess of War and Justice!¡± the Chiefess roared, and the tribe roared back with chants of ¡®bring justice,¡¯ and ¡®may the Goddess be praised.¡¯ Despite the brutality that was to take place, each member of the tribe found it to be a necessary evil if they were to rid both the murderers from the world as well as bring new life into the tribe.
Some women brought over a cup of a scared native drink. Placing it to his drips, the women forced the drink between his lips. Pain flooded the man as the woman who brought him up the steps began to ride him. Screaming in pain due to the drug turning all pleasure he could have felt into pain, the woman gave no mercy to him.
The women laughed. It was ironic to them. To be sent here as one of the slaves a person must have at least killed ten people and several more horrific crimes. For example, with this man, twelve times he had raped a woman, and he had killed twenty men. They found his death ironic through knowing that what he took the most pleasure from (forcing people to have sex) became the most painful experience of his life, to the point in which he begged for death. For twenty minutes she rode him, giving him the most pain he had ever felt in his life, making him beg and plead for death.
And only when he was ready to finish did, she give him mercy for his crimes.
It wasn¡¯t long before the man ejaculated, his load bursting into the warrior woman. Happy to have accepted his seed, she leaned back to allow the Chiefess to fulfil the man¡¯s fate. Raising her knife, she plunged it into his chest. Digging her hand into his chest, she carved out his heart and raised it into the air. One monster dead and many people were avenged.
The first of many sacrifices to the Goddess of war had begun. This was only the first part of a bloody night.
Chapter 40 – Bloody History part 3
¡°Where do I begin?¡± Nolkonoe said, looking to Charlie who had only managed to move a little more into the room.
¡°What happened?¡± he asked in morbid curiosity, ¡°After the sacrifices to the Goddess of war?¡± Charlie said, only managing to steel his nerves by keeping his eyes locked on her and avoiding seeing the blood and bones on the floor.
¡°Once those sacrifices were given, I and the other clan leaders readied ourselves to sacrifice the men we had chosen. No, they weren¡¯t men, they were scum,¡± Nolkonoe said, a mix of anger and sympathy in her eyes.
¡°What happened?¡± Charlie said, not wanting to know, and wanting to just turn and leave.
¡°The Lead Huntress and Lead warrior bound the men to these poles. As did me and the Lead Forger,¡± she said, looking at the four poles on either side.
Again, she began to recount what had happened.
Drums echoed through the temple. Through the entrance came the four leaders of the clan. The Lead Huntress and Warrior moved to their respected three men. Nolkonoe moved to Maxwell Green Water, son of the Region Lord before he had the title. Staring down, Nolkonoe broke from her story.
¡°I didn¡¯t know who he was, or who his father would become,¡± Nolkonoe said, her eyes large with tears.
¡°If I hadn¡¯t killed him, would the Region Lord have not come to this area?¡± she said, noticing the tears in her eyes and quickly wiping them away.
¡°Sorry,¡± she said, smiling at him.
¡°You don¡¯t have to say if you don¡¯t want to,¡± Charlie said, doing his best to hide the trembles in his voice. Looking at the piles of blood and bones on the ground, he thought it was best to not know what she had done back then, and what had happened recently here.
¡°Anyway, I just wanted to tell you this¡ story from a long time ago for two reasons. First, a warning, second an explanation,¡± Nolkonoe said, finally turning and walking out. Seeing the look of terror in his eyes, Nolkonoe placed a kiss on his cheek on Charlie.
¡°Here we did to some criminals the same thing I did to the son of the Region Lord,¡± she said, wanting to explain the bloody scene in as little detail as possible.
¡°Come outside, I¡¯ll talk to you further about this,¡± Nolkonoe said as she walked him outside. Closing the door behind her, she looked to see Charlie¡¯s pale face.
¡°So why am I here,¡± Charlie said quietly, not daring to look behind himself to the door.
¡°I said to you I wouldn¡¯t hide anything, so I brought you here to tell you what I found while at the Region Lord¡¯s outpost. At the time I panicked, thus why I didn¡¯t want you to look at the booklet. It contained all the criminals we had brought for breeding and sacrificing. We thought what we were doing was good, and I still believe it is and was. We bring new life into the world while snuffing out that evil. It just so happens that the reason the region Lord came here and the reason he has tormented us, is because I bred and sacrificed his son,¡± Nolkonoe explained. Charlie stayed quiet as he contemplated what she said. She had killed the son of the Region Lord, explaining to him why he had lied about owning the land and taking it over. He wanted revenge.
¡°I just thought you would want to know why he holds such hatred for us,¡± Nolkonoe said, moving to Charlie and wrapping her arms around his side.
Nolkonoe sat with Charlie along with a pile of pillows. Neither was too sure what to say to one another. Contemplating the information given to him, Charlie sat in quiet thought. Gathering what she told him, he understood that the reason the Region lord had been so tyrannical for the past five years was due to wanting revenge.
Nolkonoe had panicked before when she found the documents because she had discovered that the man, she had bred with and then brutally sacrificed was his son. Raping the natives was his way of getting revenge for what they had done to his son. Taxing them was he was of starving them and trying to force them into declaring war. A war in which he could then take his revenge. Bastard.
Looking to Nolkonoe, Charlie found it hard to not hold her a little accountable for the Region Lord being so monstrous. Despite having a sliver of sympathy towards him, Charlie still felt an overwhelming hatred.
¡°Who were the ones in there?¡± Charlie asked, referring to the most recent sacrifices.
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¡°They were some male raiders. Besides them, we haven¡¯t been able to buy any criminals due to the Region Lord preventing us from doing so,¡± Nolkonoe explained, putting an arm around the nervous boy.
¡°This brings me back to my first reason for bringing you here. I want you to know that despite how bloody and evil you may see our practices as, know that I would gladly do it again in a heartbeat if it meant that there were fewer monsters like those men in the world, a necessary evil is how I think you would put it,¡± Nolkonoe carried on.
¡°But since we have stopped doing this practice, there has been a great lack of men in our tribe. Our species give birth to males so having those criminals was how we repopulated. For example, my daughter, she is the child I had with the Region Lord¡¯s son,¡±
¡°Does she know that?¡± Charlie questioned, wanting to know the severity of the situation. Staring at him, Nolkonoe could almost see the battle waging in his mind over who was the lesser evil. The Region Lord for wanting revenge, or the natives wanting to rid the world of evil, even if it was through such barbaric means. But even then, the reason they were so barbaric was that they wanted to have the men pay through their pain and give children to the tribe.
Holding his head in his hands, Charlie started to debate whether who was in the right and wrong, or even if there was a person in the right. After a while of silence, he raised his head and spoke.
¡°So, what¡¯s the problem?¡±
¡°You aren¡¯t angry? Or scared of what we have done and actively do?¡± A confused Nolkonoe answered.
¡°I have no one else other than this tribe. Whether or not it is filled with monsters, I can have a piece of mind knowing that you kill enough bastards to make up for any evil you have done. No matter how angry I want to be, which I am, I still have committed myself too much to your people,¡± Charlie said, his once still cracking slightly as he wasn¡¯t sure whether to cry or scream. Smiling, Nolkonoe leaned over and placed a kiss on the side of his cheek.
¡°And I know that telling me this was a great risk on your part as it could have easily turned me against you. But I trust you, I am having no one else to trust,¡± Charlie said, leaning his head against Nolkonoe.
¡°Thank you for telling the truth,¡± Charlie said with a wide smile. Smiling back, Nolkonoe kissed him again.
¡°Now that is out of the way, I wish to lead the first part of why I brought you here into the second. You are in danger,¡± Charlie froze as he heard her say this. Originally, he assumed she was just going to try and tell him more about the tribe and their darker side, but this was something that shook him far more.
¡°Since our men came from criminals, there has been a lack of men. And since you have proven yourself to be quite worthy of being one of our people, many clans shall fight for your affection,¡± Nolkonoe said, trying her best to downplay the situation as she could tell from the slight trembles and cracks in his voice that he was still getting over being inside the temple as well as hearing about the bloody past of the tribe.
¡°To understand how potentially dangerous this is, I think it is best I explain how our tribe works,¡± Nolkonoe stopped speaking as she saw the bags under his eyes. Her explaining the rituals and history of the conflict with the Region Lord had been a little much for him. Unfortunate thing.
¡°If you like I can put you to sleep for a while, and then we can talk about this,¡± Nolkonoe said in calming, almost motherly tone.
¡°I¡¯m fine. It¡¯s just¡. Hard hearing about someone as kind as you are doing such¡¡± Charlie didn¡¯t have to say anything further as he looked back towards the temple. Nolkonoe sighed, she was happy that she didn¡¯t explain how she sacrificed the son of the Region Lord. That would have broken him. Hugging him, Nolkonoe pulled him closer.
¡°Don¡¯t you worry my little one? I¡¯ll take great care of you no matter what,¡± grabbing the sides of his face, she turned him to look at her. Her tone became far more serious as she locked eyes with him. A flash of purple in her eyes placed him into an unusual calm.
¡°In our tribe, violence is the last option, reserved for those who we deem evil. No matter how many times I need to say it, I will, until you believe me, we only hurt bad people. The son of the Region Lord just so happened to be one of those people. As you said, we may be monsters, but we kill those far worse than ourselves. Think about it, if one man kills ten people (the requirement to even be sacrificed in the way those men were) what shall stop him from doing it again? Killing him has probably saved many more lives,¡± Nolkonoe reassured as she wrapped her arms around him tighter.
¡°I love you; we all love you but remember that is why many battles to have you join their clan,¡± again Nolkonoe used her eyes on him, immediately calming him and clearing his mind of any fear.
¡°So, do you want some rest, or can I start explaining?¡± Nolkonoe said with a bright smile. For a moment Charlie was quiet as he thought. Considering every she had said, he couldn¡¯t help but agree. What they did was evil, but a necessary one.
¡°I¡¯m ready, tell me how the tribe is run,¡± Charlie said, and Nolkonoe began her explanation of tribal politics and affairs. Despite moving onto a new topic, both were happy to simply know that now they could begin to be honest with each other. It would take a long time for them to be fully open with each other, but Nolkonoe exposing herself and the tribe¡¯s dark past is defiantly a good begging. Something thought kept him distracted. Those eyes of hers. In his life, he could have sworn that they had flashed purple, and when she had done so it had brought a wave of calm and rationality over him.
¡°What did you do to me?¡± Charlie asked quietly as he stared at her.
¡°What do you mean pup?¡± Nolkonoe tried to fain ignorance. But seeing the flicker of hate in his eyes, and not wanting to undo any trust she had just built, she explained her power.
¡°My eyes can make you feel one of two emotions. Hate, or calm, I saw you were getting stressed up and wanting to be nice, I used the power on you. I can promise I have no bad intentions, in my life!¡± Nolkonoe pleaded. Satisfied with the response, Charlie only gave her a light kick in response.
¡°Thank you. But please ask me before you do that again,¡± Charlie said, staring down at the wolf woman. Nodding, she agreed to his demands.
¡°Anything for you my dear,¡± she said with a smile.
¡°And again, I¡¯m sorry I hid our history for so long,¡± Nolkonoe said, knowing she had said It for what felt like the hundredth time, but still she wanted to have his trust and forgiveness. Shaking his head, Charlie smiled.
¡°The past can¡¯t be changed, so apologising does nothing. Let¡¯s just move on and promise one another we shall be entirely honest,¡± Charlie put a handout to his side. For a moment Nolkonoe stared at his hand, not knowing whether she could keep the promise. Deciding that there were worst things he had done rather than lie one time, she shook his hand. Still, though, she did want to try her best.
¡°Alright then, shall we get back to business,¡± Nolkonoe said with her bright smile.
Calmed and returning to the topic at hand, they toned down their enjoyment as they turned to look at each other. Taking in a deep breath, Nolkonoe and Charlie, both resided themselves to start diving into the deep seeded history and political landscape of this tribe.
¡°It all begins with the four clans and a point system we have in place. Whichever tribe has the three points or the most points at least, is the one who is crowned the lead tribe. And their leader becomes the Chiefess,¡± Charlie listened intently. Ready to unravel a new mysterious part of this ever increasingly complex tribe.
Chapter 41 – tribal politics
It wasn¡¯t exactly a good system, but to the tribespeople it worked. To be either one of the four clans, or better yet the lead clan, they needed to fulfil one of the three points of interest:
- Population ¨C depending on how big a clan was decided on how high its status was in the tribe. The Chiefess was the last of her clan, meaning she was bottom of this list of criteria. The Forger clan would be placed as the first, then the Warriors, tied third would be the Vultures and Huntresses, and lastly the Chiefess.
- Strength¨C strength was determined on how strong the leader of the clan was. There was no need to say, but the Chiefess was strong.
¡°Really? Your telling me she is stronger than the lead warrior? Isn¡¯t that the entire point of her being the lead warrior because she is the strongest,¡± Charlie asked, interrupting Nolkonoe as she spoke.
¡°Well yes, her blood line is full of warriors with strength beyond any other of the tribe, and most likely she has inherited that blood as well¡± Nolkonoe smiled as she began to explain about the family of the Chiefess.
¡°You know the stories of the dragon slayers?¡±
¡°Fierce warriors who were highly renowned, but due to their skills some started to sell their work off to countries, kingdoms and the empire. Soon the funds for their services became so high that they had their own coin made for them, the Dragona,¡± Charlie said, a glint of joy in his eyes as he spurted out all he knew about the legendary warriors.
¡°You know a lot about them?¡± Nolkonoe said, seeing the enjoyment he got from talking about them.
¡°Yeah, as a child I thought those guys were the best! I had always wanted to be one. Even when I became older, I still studied their stories and the recounts of how they became heroes but were slowly corrupted by money,¡± Charlie continued, a child like smile spreading across his face. Without thinking, Nolkonoe smiled back. It seemed using her eyes on him had worked. Using the power of her eyes to calm him, it had moved his mind from the gruesome sight he had seen and onto this. Smiling even wider, she was excited to see his expression to what she would say next.
¡°Well, if you know so much, then how many of the dragon slayers were female?¡± For a moment Charlie looked at her, confused with her question.
¡°None,¡± he answered, still baffled by her question.
¡°Not all were, for example, the Chiefess¡¯s mother was, and her mother before and her mother beyond that,¡± Nolkonoe explained. Charlie¡¯s eyes widened at the prospect of knowing he was the pet of someone of dragon slayer blood. Someone who if she wanted could probably become a legend just by saying where her blood came from and what powers it possessed.
¡°Know those raiders we fought against? Well, the Chiefess¡¯s mother had died while fighting an army of two thousand of them alone. So, I think when I say the Chiefess inherited some of that blood, you can see why she is the strongest in terms of strength,¡± Nolkonoe said, finishing her explanation.
- Going back to two, the listing of the clans would be: The Chiefess clan first, second the Vultures (Charlie noted how Nolkonoe proudly straightened her back at saying this) tied third the Warriors and Huntresses, then lastly the forgers.
- Power ¨C power is backing for the support of the tribes. In terms of support, the Chiefess¡¯s clan is at the top as they have the backing of the Vultures, Warriors, and Huntresses. Since the Forgers didn¡¯t get any backing and refuse to back the main party, since they wish for independence for being used as livestock during the past five years, they were placed last on the list of tribes.
Charlie listened closely to this listing. Seeing now that the Forgers were a large people, but also the most abused. The Huntresses and Warriors were heavily competitive as they both tied in two of the categories, and then the Vultures just kind of excited. Doing their own things and being happy. Being the last of her clan, the Chiefess was lucky to have the support of the three of the four major clans.
¡°So how is a threat to me?¡± Charlie said, not understanding how this was that important to him.
¡°Since you have caught the eyes of many women, many clans may try and take you in so that they could breed you. Even though the Huntresses and Warriors are loyal, given the chance they would jump to be the head clan,¡± Nolkonoe explained.
¡°Then what would happen to the Chiefess?¡± Charlie said, a little amazed with himself at how concerned he was towards her.
¡°Her clan would probably take her in our of respect of being the last of her clan, or I will at least,¡± Nolkonoe said.
¡°Again though, how does this matter to me?¡± Charlie said, not understanding how he would make a difference.
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¡°Since the Chiefess took an interest in you, others began to as well. And once the proved your worth to us by helping us against the Region Lord, having you in their clan would heavily help them vie for power as the lead clan. Maybe it would even give them enough leeway to ignore one of the three points to becoming the lead clan. After all the warrior clan has no males, my clan as none, the huntresses have three, and the forgers have two, lastly, the Chiefess only has you,¡± Nolkonoe explained.
¡°Breeding you would be of great help to any clan. So, the Huntresses and Warriors may try to seduce you. But the lesser clans wont dares to harm you. But it is the Forgers thought are the ones you must worry about. If they had you, they could have the breed with their women and once the children were born, they could probably have enough people to try for independence again,¡±
¡°Again, they have tired before?¡± Charlie questioned and Nolkonoe nodded.
¡°Indeed, they were only stopped by us having to sacrifice so many of their people to the tribe because of the Region Lord,¡± Nolkonoe said as she lay back onto the stone of the temple.
¡°I just wish all this disappeared some days. All this petty fighting, for what? A title and some privileges? It means nothing in the end if we are all dead!¡± Nolkonoe said, sighing as she threw a lazy arm over her face.
¡°So, what you going to do about me? You trying to seduce me as well? You have those magic eyes, don¡¯t you?¡± Charlie said, not sure himself whether or not he was joking or accusing her of such. After all her eyes did make him uncountable now that he knew the power they had.
¡°Don¡¯t worry, I respect you as property of the Chiefess. And only my direct blood line can use the eyes, even then we can only use them seven times a day or I pass out from loss of magic. I have used them five times so far to stop you from having a panic attack or getting really angry when I told you about our history,¡± Nolkonoe admitted. Annoyed or not at what she said at how casually she mentioned the fact she had manipulated his emotions without his permission, Charlie had to admire her honesty.
¡°I see,¡± Charlie said, laying back onto the stone as well.
¡°Do you think it was safe sending the forgers off to be the ones to deliver the documents?¡±
¡°They wont betray us. They may not like us, but they are still member to the tribe,¡± Nolkonoe reassured.
¡°It¡¯s been a long day,¡± he said, staring at the sky.
¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± Nolkonoe said. Sitting up, Charlie stared angrily down at Nolkonoe.
¡°I said its alright! stop saying sorry!¡± Charlie said strictly down to her, grabbing the end of her tail and tugging on it just enough to irritate her. Grunting, Nolkonoe turned away from him.
¡°I know! But I feel bad!¡± Nolkonoe wined. Moving closer to her, Charlie placed her tail onto his lap.
¡°It¡¯s been a long, stressful day, let¡¯s just relax and I¡¯ll look after you,¡± Charlie explained as he ran his fingers through her fur. Moaning, she turned to look at him.
¡°Don¡¯t do that!¡± Immortality stopping upon her command, Charlie raised his hands in surrender.
¡°Sorry!¡± he quickly replied. Sighing, Nolkonoe flickered her tail across his face.
¡°It¡¯s alright but doing such a thing to a woman in our tribe is the same as saying you wish to sleep with her,¡± Nolkonoe explained. Blushing, Charlie moved to try and make a safe distance between himself and her tail, but her tail flicked in front of his face, stopping him.
¡°I understand your intentions were not sexual. And they do not have to be. If you like my tail, stroke it, I won¡¯t take it the wrong way,¡± Nolkonoe said, wanting to give in a little to her guilty pleasure of having such an adorable young man playing with her tail.
¡°I wish I had met you twenty years ago,¡± Nolkonoe said, looking over her shoulder at Charlie.
Giggling, she watched as he happily played with her tail. Such a small thing was so easily entertained. There was no doubt about her love for Phukomeia, but still she wished she could have had Charlie as her mating partner. Well without all the sacrificing him after she was pregnant thing. Smirking, Nolkonoe found it funny how she was far older than him. So old in fact that he wasn¡¯t even an idea in the brain of person before when she was two hundred. Laughing a little more, she knew that he wasn¡¯t even sperm before she was three hundred.
Moaning a little, she straightened her back. God his hands were good!
Flicking around, she placed a kiss onto Charlie¡¯s lips. For a moment he was a little taken aback, and his confusion only increased as she lay back down along his lap. Entirely not sure on what to say, Charlie just returned to stroking her back and tail. Blushing at her impulsive action, Nolkonoe buried her face into his leg.
¡°Can I ask a question?¡± Charlie said, wanting to try and distract himself from the fact he had an eight-foot tall, scantily clad, wolf woman lying on him. Turning her head to peek over her shoulder at him, Nolkonoe replied.
¡°Anything my dear, just keep massaging my tail. It feels so good!¡± Nolkonoe admitted as she allowed him to continue playing.
¡°I was thinking about earlier,¡± Groaning as she heard him say this, she smacked his face with her tail.
¡°I thought we agreed it has been a long day?¡± Nolkonoe wined.
¡°Yes, but there is still work to be done,¡±
¡°NO! there isn¡¯t, I called you here to talk about our past, and about how other women may try to seduce you!¡± Nolkonoe said. Jumping a little, she sneered and turned her head around again to look at him. His arms were crossed in protest as he looked away from her.
¡°And I didn¡¯t come here to be some toy for you,¡± Charlie said, trying to move from under the wight of Nolkonoe. Sighing, she moved to his side.
¡°Don¡¯t leave! and take that sour expression off your face. Let¡¯s go back to my home and we can talk there,¡±
¡°Yeah right, like I¡¯m falling for that,¡± Charlie scoffed, trying to get from under her strong legs before she decided to make any bolder moves on him.
¡°Oh, come on! It¡¯s just a little time to cuddle, nothing else,¡±
¡°Nolkonoe,¡± Charlie said, looking at her with a tad bit of disappointment. Sighing, she lay back down across him. Jumping back up, she thought of a good retort. Straddling her legs around his she clamped her legs in crushing his thighs as she locked lips with him again. Putting away she made sure their eyes kept contact before she leaned in again and whispered into his ear. Purposely she pressed her breasts against his chest to maximise her sexuality.
¡°Well, you haven¡¯t left yet, so you must want something from me,¡± Nolkonoe gently licked the side of Charlie¡¯s head. Pulling back, she saw his bright red face.
¡°Well urr¡¡± Charlie trembled. Putting her tail behind his head to make sure he didn¡¯t hurt himself, she shoved him against the stone.
¡°So~ what do you want,¡± Nolkonoe muttered, salivating slightly at the sight of such a weak man.
Before she had promised the Chiefess that she wouldn¡¯t try and steal him away, but then again, she was the mother of one of her concubines. Since they also had a somewhat mother-daughter connection as well, she assumed the Chiefess wouldn¡¯t mind if she took a few tastes of him for herself.
¡°So, what will it be,¡± Nolkonoe said a bit louder as she began to strip off her top.
¡°I¡¡±
¡°Yes?¡± Nolkonoe said, leaning closer.
¡°I couldn¡¯t escape due to your fat fucking ass holding me down!¡± For a moment there was silence as Charlie announced this. He was scared and being scared he wasn¡¯t sure on what to say, so he simply blurted out the truth.
¡°I see, so you have chosen death,¡± Nolkonoe said as she raised one of her claws to try and scratch him. Before she could do so though, a flash of black shot past her. Darting down the steps, Nolkonoe watched as the figure of the Chiefess sprinted off with a sacred and confused Charlie in her arms.
¡°Idiots,¡± Nolkonoe muttered before lying back down onto the stone.
Chapter 42 – oh urr umm, head pats?
Blushing red all over, Charlie awkwardly sat on the lap of the Chiefess. With no concern for his embarrassment, she licked the side of his face as she held her arms tightly around his waist. Even if he thought he could get from the arms of the beastly woman and escape, he knew that it was futile as she would only hunt him down again.
After what Nolkonoe had told him about the other clans wanting him for their own desires or ambitions, Charlie understood why the Chiefess was acting more possessive than ever. When they had returned the Chiefess had explained that she only thought Nolkonoe was going to talk with him, not try and seduce him. So, when Nolkonoe tried to do so, the Chiefess had sprinted from her home to the temple for only a couple of minutes.
Now he was held captive. Sat on her lap as she licked away any scent of Nolkonoe. Cheerfully, her tail wagged behind her. But due to the size, it smacked into his arms and legs every time it randomly flicked around her body. It irritated him slightly, but due to the softness and fluff of the tail, he didn¡¯t mind that much.
Despite how brutal or forceful the Chiefess could be, he knew it was all just her nature. She was kind, gentle, and in this case, possessive. Every time a guard had popped around the corner to ask if she needed any food or drink, she would immediately growl and bark at them.
Suddenly, Charlie found himself floating in the air. The feeling only lasted a few seconds, before he fell onto the bed. Climbing under the bed covers, the Chiefess crawled to his side. If he hadn¡¯t seen her mercilessly kill the guards of the Region Lord, he would never have a guest that someone as beautiful as her had a violent and animalistic nature. Pinning him against the bed, the Chiefess began to smother him in soft kisses.
Allowing her to move her kisses from his face, and down his body, Charlie only gave small moans and heavy sighs as her warm body pressed against him. Had she taken part in some of the rituals that Nolkonoe had mentioned? The ones with the sacrifices to the Goddess of war, or the other one with the poles, bones, and blood?
Like she had done so many times before, the Chiefess bearded her sharp teeth. Nibbling at the top of his trousers, she used her dagger-like canines to drag his trousers down. Widening her eye, the Chiefess darted back as Charlie jolted violently from under her. Panting and breathing heavily, he pressed himself against the bedpost. For a moment, the Chiefess only looked at him. Baffled on his sudden fear.
Sighing, she lay on the bed. Here it was at last. The part in which she had predicted. The part where his mind had cleared, and he had begun to fear her. Moving from the bed and to her cabinet, she rummaged around for her translation book. Finding it, she returned to his side.
¡°You fear me?¡± She said, already bookmarking the pages with small dots of paint at the corners.
¡°Sorry, I just remember what Nolkonoe said about all the different clans and them basically farming me of my seed, and not the idea of sex terrifies me. Or at least for the time being,¡± Charlie said, calming as he saw the Chiefess no longer (or at least for the time being) planned to make any further advance on him.
¡°It''s fine, fear natural. I take the fear away,¡± the Chiefess said, a wide smile across her lips as she placed a hand onto her chest.
¡°Friends,¡± she said, reminding him of their pact.
¡°Friends,¡± he said, nodding back to her.
He was lucky she was holding back right now, but there was no certain future where other tribe¡¯s women wouldn¡¯t. And they would have no issues with forcing him to bend to their will. Laughing, Charlie couldn¡¯t help but find it amusing how he was telling himself that she was the better of two evils.
Relaxing at the idea that the Chiefess was at least not going to try and rape him, he sat back down. Like a loyal dog, she sat and stared at him. In her eyes, he could see the glint of confusion. She had brought him here to get him away from the Chiefess before then having sex, but seeing he had turned her down, she wasn¡¯t sure what to do with him.
¡°I think I need to go, there was an idea for trying to document and educate some members of the tribe to avoid having a situation like the Region Lord again,¡± Charlie explained, shuffling to the edge of the bed.
Getting from the bed, he moved around her to try and get to the door. Stopping in his tracks, her tail lifted in front of him, blocking his path. Flicking through the translation book, she scowled slightly at hearing that he intended to leave. Wrapping her tail around him, she flung him back onto the bed. Leaping onto him, she pinned him again. Having learnt this phrase enough to not need a translation book, she placed a finger against his chest.
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¡°Mine!¡± She said angrily as she stared him in the eyes.
Knowing this look of lust, a little too well, he lay down and allowed her to splay herself along his body. Nuzzling her face against his chest, she murmured a few words angrily in her native tongue.
¡°My pet, my pet does what I want. Not want pet want!¡± She said like a stropping child as she raised her face to look at him.
¡°Well¡ if pet good, I let pet do what pet want,¡± she said, flicking through her translation book slightly as she spoke to get the correct words.
¡°You stroke Nolkonoe, now stroke,¡± she said, taking his hands and placing them onto her head.
¡°Stroke,¡± she said, biting him slightly to give him some motivation to start.
As she had predicted, it worked as Charlie began to use one hand to massage her head while the other played with her tall ears. Looking up from the relaxed, slightly dopey eyes of the Chiefess, he saw her tail beginning to wag in long, by exciting movements from side to side. Yeah, he was doing something right. Seeing her smile, he couldn¡¯t help but return one of his own.
Despite how overly hands-on she was, and how dominating she was over him and his new life, she was a sweet, very kind person. All she needed was some affection and a little attention and she would melt into this pool of cuteness. Feeling something against his leg, he just managed to peer under the covers to see her legs spasming every now and then, kicking him. Again, seeing her smile, he found it hard to be annoyed by her touch.
¡°Good girl,¡± he whispered as she happily buried her face against his belly. Such an adorable thing was all he could think as she ran her hands down the side of his legs.
He didn¡¯t know much about her kind, from seeing how she acted to head rubs and ear massages, he assumed her kind must have some bundle of nerves in those parts of the body that made them feel incredibly pleasured. Armed with this knowledge, he began to rub her ears even quicker.
¡°HAHAHA!¡± She moaned loudly, kicking against the bed as she pushed her head into his hands.
Doing this forced Charlie to now use both hands to avoid having her head butt him on accident. Wrapping one of her legs around his, he felt her begin to grind herself against him. With one last eardrum breaking moan, she collapsed against his chest in a puddle of ecstasy. Charlie smiled as he saw a bit of drool escaped her lips. Wider his smile became as he realised, she had passed out. He hadn¡¯t been that rough right?
Widening his eyes, he felt something damp move down his leg. Gently, as to not disturb the woman who clung to him, he looked to see a white, transparent liquid running down his leg.
¡°Oh shit,¡± Charlie said, laughing as he realised that he had made her climax.
So, was that why Nolkonoe said rubbing the tail was a sign of wanting sex with that person? The nerves in the leg must have been somehow connected to the part of their kinds brain that told them that they found something arousing. Oh no, Charlie thought as he realised that if that was the case, he was never going to hear the end of the Chiefess bothering him to do it again. Well, at least he had a way to take her down if she ever got angry and tried to make him have sex again.
Looking to the door, he only now noticed the crowd of Nolkonoe and the Vultures staring at them.
¡°Afternoon,¡± he said as he smiled an awkward, slightly tilted grin at them.
¡°Should I ask?¡± Nolkonoe said, gesturing to the past out Chiefess sprawled across him.
¡°To be honest, I don¡¯t really know how I did this myself,¡± Charlie said, doing his best to hide his new secret weapon.
¡°Can I have a go?¡± A bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Vulture said as she barged past Nolkonoe and into the room. Several more followed her, but they as well as some other invaders were stopped by Nolkonoe grabbing them and dragging them back outside.
¡°We¡¯re going, let those two sleep,¡± Nolkonoe said as herself and some older Vultures dragged off the energetic newer generation.
Sighing, Charlie hopped e could have gotten some help from them to remove the woman clamped around his waist, but everything was to go his way.
¡°Wait Nolkonoe!¡± He yelled in a suppressed tone. Stopping, she dropped the two girls she was carrying and moved back inside the hut. Seeing his face light up, she knew that the Chiefess hadn¡¯t been too rough with him after she snatched him away.
¡°Can I talk to you about something?¡± He asked. Smirking, Nolkonoe placed a hand on her hips as she stared at the Chiefess.
¡°Do you think this is the best time?¡± Looking down to the now fast asleep Chiefess, Charlie nodded.
¡°Probably not, but the consequence is for the weak,¡± Charlie said, trying his best to make light out of his compromising position. Chuckling, Nolkonoe entered the room and sat on the end of the bed.
¡°You know when you came here as a child, the Chiefess would insist that you two stayed in the same bed. It got to the point where you would have to sleep next to me whenever you wanted to go to bed because she would sneak out of her hut at night, and sneak into your tent. The next morning, I would find her wrapped around you as you cried and begged for help. How cute,¡± Nolkonoe said with a reminiscent smile.
¡°When I was a child?¡± Charlie said, looking at her with a mix of confusion and vague belief. He didn¡¯t know what she meant, yet this ¡®memory¡¯ she spoke of seemed familiar.
Shit, Nolkonoe thought. He still was yet to remember back then. But then again why would he, the ¡®indecent¡¯ had a lasting impact on him even to this day.
¡°Oh, something for later, now what did you want to say?¡±
¡°Alright¡¡± Charlie said, choosing it was best to not think about how long his family had thought about selling him to them.
Because of this how much the natives knew of him. He didn¡¯t remember much from being a kid, so not wanting to think about it too much, he assumed that Nolkonoe and the Chiefess must have visited the capital when he was younger, and that was where they had met him. Still, he decided it was best to play her game and function as if he was ignorant for the time being.
¡°What I wanted to talk about is the documentation for the people of the tribe. I think it could help with keeping track of the clans and the people within them. The only reason I thought of it was because of one of the three points a clan would need to become the lead clan. So, I thought this could help in accurately keeping track of this,¡± Charlie explained, one of his hands gently running through the hair of the Chiefess.
Smirking, Nolkonoe spoke.
¡°You know it¡¯s funny, you wish to help the tribe, yet you do not dedicate yourself to a clan?¡± For a moment Charlie pondered as he thought about an answer.
¡°I¡¯m not going to support a clan,¡± he said, moving carefully from under the Chiefess.
Noticing most of his belongings from his caravan was in the hut, he started to snoop around for a small box of elven made paints he had brought to the imperial capital. Find an old case of his, he pulled it from under the bed. Placing it onto a counter, he opened the case. Taking out the paints, he placed them on the counter.
¡°What are the main colours of the tribe?¡± Charlie asked as he placed a piece of paper onto the counter as well as several brushes.
¡°Red, white, and black,¡± Nolkonoe said, choosing to entertain whatever idea Charlie had. Taking the brushes, he dipped them into the according paints before painting onto the paper. Cheerfully, he showed his work to Nolkonoe.
¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Nolkonoe said, staring at the paints.
¡°A symbol,¡±
¡°No shit, but why?¡± Charlie smiled at her.
¡°It means I won''t be joining a clan,¡± Nolkonoe stared at him, baffled by such a bold statement.
¡°Rather, it means I plan to support the entire tribe,¡±
Chapter 43 – Illness
¡°Ah fuck,¡± Charlie grimaced as he held his wrist tightly. Looking at his wrist, he moved it side to side. Pain flooded through his arm, forcing him to stop moving his wrist. Moving his glance from his wrist to the table, he saw the small pile of documents he had written.
Each document contained the different points of criteria to document who was in each clan and what that person was good at. Roughly the estimated there to be about 900 to 1000 people in the tribe, so he had spent the last couple of hours making copies of these documents. How many documents had he made now? Well, he wasn¡¯t sure himself. All he knew was that his hand bloody hurt.
A rustling of cloth came from behind him. Turning, he saw Ourupadia standing in the doorway. In her hands sat a bowl of what looked to be water, and a white cloth. A concerned look sat glumly on her face as she saw him holding his injured wrist. Quickly, he tried to conceal his wrist to avoid her having to worry about him. But before he could do so, she was by his side and already had his wrist in a gentle grip.
Examining his hand closely, she placed a gentle finger onto the reddest, most painful-looking part of his wrist. Tugging his hand away as her pressing him fired another shot of pain through his hand. Placing her bowl of water and cloth down in a hurried, but still careful action, she grabbed his arm and yanked him onto her lap.
Squirming Charlie tried in vain to escape the fast stronger warrior woman and her loving yet vicelike hold on him. Seeing that he was distressed, Ourupadia did the only thing she knew that would probably calm him. Turning to look at her, she lifted a firm hand and slapped it around his face. Momentarily there was silence before Charlie burst into tears.
Waving her hands, Ourupadia started to franticly beg him to stop crying. Alright. what was the second option Nolkonoe said would work? Remembering what she had said, she wrapped her arms around him. Holding him tightly, she began to gently stroke the back of his head. what was the next thing she had said? Oh yeah, the chest. Grabbing the back of his neck, she caringly placed manoeuvred him until his ear was against her chest.
Now she had him in this position, she allowed him to listen to her beating heart. She remembered this worked on her when she was younger and considering that in their species, he is he was still very young she assumed it would also work on him. Charlie panicked a bit more and see try to escape from her grip, but the beating heart soon had its effect as he calmed.
Not wanting to waste an opportunity, she grabbed his arm and began to again examine his wrist. It was swollen red. With her fingers, she gently moved his wrist. Hearing him yelp from under her, she stopped. Taking her bowl of water and cloth, she placed it onto his lap so he could see what she was doing. Soaking the cloth in water, she rang out any excess before then wrapping the cool cloth around his wrist.
Charlie shuddered as she began to gently chant as she squeezed his wrist. Greenlight flicked around his wrist as she held him. All pain seemed to vanish from his wrist. Turning to look up at Ourupadia, he blushed as he saw her smug grin. She was amazing, he had never seen something like that before. Seeing through the doorway that the light was slowly fading.
Knowing how important these documents were if the tribe was to start having any form of identity anywhere else in the world (considering that these documents could be used as immigration or passport documents), he darted to pick up another piece of paper and continue his work. From the speed and clumsiness of his movements, as he grabbed one of the documents, he slit his finger open on one of the edges.
Seeing the blood dripping from his finger, Ourupadia wrapped him in her arms and retreated from the paper. Raising her tail, she growled towards the paper. Charlie smirked and giggled a little as she continued to try and ward off the evil paper with barks and growls. Smiling, he found it entertaining how she thought the paper was somehow this dangerous monster, and it wasn¡¯t his stupidity.
Noticing his laughter, Ourupadia blushed. Coughing, she stopped her barking as she grabbed his hand and began to look away at the blood. While the wound was somewhat clean, she placed her hand over the cut and began to mutter the strange chant again. Like before, the wound was healed. Smiling, Charlie looked up at her.
¡°Thank you,¡± he said, blushing slightly before looking away. Noticing his blush, she grabbed the sides of his face and turned him to look at her. Ploughing her mind for the right human words, she eventually found them.
¡°Ill?¡± she asked as she stared at the bright red face of Charlie.
¡°n..n.nno¡± he muttered, feeling himself just getting redder as the woman held him tightly with one arm.
With her free hand, she began to flick strands of hair from his forehead. Next, she did the same to herself. Pressing their foreheads together, she felt how hot he had become. Panicking, she leapt up and sprinted from the room, Charlie forced against her chest. Getting out the door, she hopped and sprinted through the village. Dodging and darting between buildings, Charlie bounced in her arms, a pale look coming over him as they moved through the village.
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He wasn¡¯t good with moving fast. Especially while bouncing around so much, it gave him horrible motion sickness. This problem became present on his face as he became ghostly pale.
¡°Bloody hell,¡± Charlie muttered, realising that this was the second time that day this had happened.
Peeking out from her arms, he looked to see the Vulture compound. Flying past the guards and inside, Ourupadia sprinted through the compound, ignoring all her friends until she found Phukomeia.
¡°What are you?¡± Phukomeia went to question Ourupadia about her storming through their compound like a wild beast, but when she saw Charlie in her arms and his condition, she understood what was happening.
¡°What¡¯s happening?¡± Nolkonoe grunted as she exited her bedroom. Annoyed at being wakened from her sleep, she only became more irritated as she saw the almost deadly pale boy in the arms of Ourupadia.
¡°Alright, which one of you fucks am I beating?¡± Nolkonoe said, cracking her knuckles.
A couple of smacks and rantings later, Ourupadia and Phukomeia knelt along the side of the lake where the tribe bathed. In the water, Nolkonoe washed Charlie¡¯s body.
¡°How did you get a bruise here?¡± Nolkonoe said as she washed the middle back of Charlie.
¡°I don¡¯t even know how we got here,¡± Charlie said, his mind and body too badly beaten by the day¡¯s events.
¡°You need to be more careful!¡± Nolkonoe reprimanded.
¡°You tell them that!¡± Charlie scorned as he felt a little sick rise in his throat.
¡°Shit sorry,¡± Charlie said, politely pushing back Nolkonoe as he threw himself out of the water. waddling over to a bush, he began to throw up.
¡°How do you even do this to him?¡± Nolkonoe said, seeing that what was happening was far beyond normal motion sickness.
¡°Well, I haven¡¯t eaten today. At least I don¡¯t think so,¡± Charlie said before throwing up again.
Sighing, Nolkonoe moved to the two girls. Flinching, they shrank a little as Nolkonoe raised a hand about their heads. Grabbing both girls¡¯ ears, she tugged on them. Squirming and yelling, they dropped to the ground. Placing their heads on the ground, they bowed and begged for mercy.
¡°You alright over there?¡± Nolkonoe got her response as Charlie threw up again into the bush.
¡°Are you sure nothing else has happened? Have you drank anything weird?¡± Nolkonoe continued to question. Turning she walked towards him, making sure her tail smacked the faces of the two girls as moved over to him. Giving his answer through a form of throwing up again, Nolkonoe had her answer.
¡°Ourupadia, when you brought him to me, why?¡± Ourupadia thought for a moment while she thought for an answer.
¡°He was hot, like very hot, like fire hot! I panicked and came to find you because I¡ oh no¡ I should have just used the water I had to cool him,¡± Ourupadia said, embarrassed by her mistake. Pricking her tail up, she remembered something that could spare her from the wrath of Nolkonoe.
¡°He had cut himself on some of that strong cloth,¡± Ourupadia informed, her tail wagging excitedly. Nolkonoe was quiet for a moment. Strong cloth? Paper! That had to be it.
¡°Let''s go back to the temple, I want to see the paper. And this time try not to kill him!¡± Nolkonoe said, staring down the two girls who had almost broken him twice that day. There was little chance the paper had anything to do with it, but still, she wondered if there was some dirt of grime on the paper that could have gotten him ill.
Charlie narrowed his eyes at Ourupadia and Phukomeia as they moved towards him.
¡°Don¡¯t even fucking think about it,¡± he said, stumbling to his feet.
¡°I can walk on my own,¡± Charlie tried to plead, but Ourupadia and Phukomeia already had their hands on him. Hoisting him into the air, the two carried him back through the village.
¡°Wait what about my clothes!¡± Charlie shouted as he was too distracted with feeling as if his throat was on fire from the sick to notice he was nude. The two women only ignored him as they continued to carry him. Looking remorsefully back at his clothes, he realised that struggling would probably only cause them to be rougher with him. Deciding to relax, he allowed them to carry him back to the village. Arriving back, a shirt landed against his chest. A young Vulture handed Nolkonoe a fresh pair of trousers.
¡°Thank you,¡± he said, nodding to the vulture woman as he slipped on his shirt and trousers.
¡°I had asked her to bring them to you when we left. Sorry if they are a little bit, the Chiefess liked the smell of your clothes, so she decided to put them on in her human form. She accidentally went into her true form, and¡¡± Nolkonoe said, gesturing to the small tears and stretches in the fabric.
¡°It''s fine, I just think we should get back to the temple,¡± Charlie explained, wanting to be a bit more serious. Seeing some colour returning to his cheeks, Nolkonoe ordered the two women to stand down.
¡°Can you walk?¡± Nolkonoe asked.
¡°I can walk,¡± Charlie responded, giving her the best smile, he could in his current state.
¡°Let''s go then. There was so much food last night that the tribe didn¡¯t get time to eat it all, so we are having a nice feast to eat the rest of the month''s food,¡±
¡°Is that alright?¡±
¡°It''s fine, we planned to eat one month of food that night anyway, just turns out that our tribe underestimated the amount of food, so we have quite a lot left over,¡± Nolkonoe said, gesturing for him to follow her.
Together the two began their walk through the village. Ourupadia and Phukomeia weren¡¯t far behind them. Keeping close to Nolkonoe¡¯s side, Charlie noticed the stares of devilish lust and glares of curiosity from village women. She wasn¡¯t wrong, it seemed that the clans were trying to fight over who owned him.
¡°So, when are the Forgers returning with the results?¡± Nolkonoe asked.
¡°Maybe another two days, maybe three. Those Desert Claimers are fast and could probably reach the capital either by the end of today or tomorrow,¡± Charlie explained.
¡°And what about the documentation process?¡±
¡°It¡¯s going fine, I got wrist cramp from writing too much and Ourupadia healed him. I then did something stupid and got a paper cut, which she also healed. So don¡¯t be too rough on her, she has good intentions, just a bad process of getting there,¡± Charlie said, showing his healed finger to her. Nodding, she continued down the path.
There was only silence until they reached the temple steps. Nolkonoe was the one to carry him up the steps, and unlike the others, she made sure to stop now and then for a few seconds to allow him to not get motion sickness. Reaching the top, they made their way through the temple and to the room where Charlie was doing his work.
Once in the room, Nolkonoe put Charlie down. Peering over her shoulder at Ourupadia and her daughter, she smugly grinned at how her taking him didn¡¯t make him sick. Moving inside, Charlie moved over to the table and grabbed a few documents. Walking back to Nolkonoe, he presented his work to her. Smiling like a loving mother, she took the papers.
¡°What is this?¡± Nolkonoe asked in a motherly tone.
¡°A contract. I would like your help with documenting the people in the village, and to do so I would also like to begin showing your people how to use documents and how to make sure you aren¡¯t scammed in the future,¡± Charlie smiled, offering the contract. Without thinking, Nolkonoe smiled. Such an adorable thing. He was harmless, so she decided to entertain him.
A wicked smile came over Charlie¡¯s lips but quickly vanished as he carried on.
¡°So, how shall my tribe be of assistance?¡± Nolkonoe asked.
¡°Well, first I want to ask if you are any good at drawing?¡± Charlie asked. Nolkonoe pondered for a second before responding.
¡°No, that more of a forger thing,¡±
¡°I see, so what is the possibility that I could talk to the forgers?¡± Charlie questioned, sighing as he realised that he wasn¡¯t going to get that much rest that day.
Chapter 44 – Makings of a contract
¡°So, what is the possibility?¡± Charlie questioned, glancing between the document he made for the Vultures to assist him as well as a copy for the Forgers that was having to write.
¡°Low, the Forgers are a stubborn clan, with even more stubborn women leading it,¡± Nolkonoe said, pacing around the room, ploughing her mind for ways to approach the Forgers to get them to agree to the contract.
¡°Yes, but she isn¡¯t here right now. Maybe we can get some of them to help us while she isn¡¯t here. But it will take a few days to write some new contracts for them¡¡± Charlie said, moving his hand down the page until he began to write a new paragraph.
¡°We don¡¯t have a few days though, she returns in only two or three,¡± Nolkonoe said, wrapping down any ideas that could have gone with that plan.
¡°Then how about just asking her when she returns?¡± Charlie questioned, but Nolkonoe didn¡¯t respond. A moment of silence later, she looked up from his papers to see Nolkonoe¡¯s response. Just from her frown, he could see her to be deep in thought.
¡°If it was me or the Chiefess to ask, she would probably decline. But for what you did against the Region Lord, she may have more favour towards you,¡± Nolkonoe theorised.
¡°Is it even safe for me to be alone with her?¡± Charlie said, keeping what Nolkonoe had said about different clans fighting for him in mind. He didn¡¯t want to be caught off guard and seduced into becoming a member of their clan.
¡°Who, said you would be alone? I¡¯ll get Phukomeia to go with you¡. Well on second thought she was very hard set on getting you to join our clan, so she may try to seduce you. Ourupadia maybe? From what I hear, she has been acting more dedicated and loyal to you than even her own clan, the Huntresses. Herself and the others you saved have talked highly of you and could make good guards,¡± Nolkonoe said, looking to the doorway to see a pair of ears disappear from around the corner.
Ourupadia was listening, and she had been for a while. Even though she didn¡¯t understand what was being said, she still wanted to be present to make sure Nolkonoe didn¡¯t try to do anything to him. Grinning, Nolkonoe looked back to Charlie.
¡°Yes, I think she would make a great guard,¡± Nolkonoe said, knowing that when she set her mind to it, Ourupadia was one of the only people in the tribe who could go toe to toe with the Chiefess.
¡°But I¡¯m not sure the would be okay with that,¡± Charlie said, knowing that for one reason or another the Chiefess and Ourupadia had a rivalry between each other that seemed to orbit around him.
¡°Well, we don¡¯t have to go to the Forgers, we can just make the documents without any images. And anyway, you talked about paying us but the Chiefess is the one in charge of the money and it distribution,¡± Nolkonoe said, moving to Charlie¡¯s side. Sitting down, she stared at the carful writing and well-formed font of his documents.
¡°For a starter, we need the images otherwise people could easily pretend to be another person. The images would help us to prevent people from doing this. When it comes to the money, I plan to pay for clan and the Forger clan (if we can get their help) fifty coppers for every person recorded, and once a person is recorded, they shall give them this,¡± Putting down his pen for a second, Charlie leaned forward and tapped a small, paper slip.
¡°This will say that they have been documented, and it means that both their image, occupation in the tribe, age, name and other details have all been recorded. Once all gathered, we shall go through the papers to make sure there is no missing information, and that there are no duplicate documents. After this process, your people and the other workers shall meet us in the centre of the village to be paid,¡± Charlie explained, going back to writing his document.
¡°If possible, I also want to get some of your Vultures who can read and write in slandered English to help make more of these documents with me,¡± Charlie said, his eyes still fixed on the paper as he wrote the final paragraph. Nolkonoe stared curiously at the final lines. Squinting her eyes, she struggled to read the incredibly tiny text.
¡°What does that say?¡± She asked, pointing to the final line.
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¡°Fine print, it¡¯s just some jargon that doesn¡¯t really matter,¡± Charlie quickly dismissed before pushing the contract to one side.
For the next few hours, he sat in silence, giving any other questions or conversation starters Nolkonoe threw his way a quick, one-to-three-word response. Even with her questions, not once did he lift his head from staring down at the imperial made paper. Looking at the stack of finished documents and blank pages, Nolkonoe noted that she couldn¡¯t see him slowing in pace and wondered if there were even enough pages to keep up with him.
Coughing a little to give him some vague forewarning that she was about to talk, Nolkonoe stood up from his side.
¡°While you do this, I¡¯ll get some drink and something to snack on. I¡¯ll also go into the storage huts to see if I can find you more paper,¡± Glancing at the floor, Nolkonoe saw the piles of empty and used pens.
¡°I think I¡¯ll also get some more pens and some ink as well,¡± she said before wandering out the door.
¡°Thank you,¡± Charlie said, again not lifting his busy head. Once outside, Nolkonoe saw Ourupadia sitting around the corner. Next to her was a small whole in the wall where she had been staring at them, but now she sat as if she was simply doing so for no apparent reason.
¡°Is he alright?¡± Ourupadia questioned in the native tongue, using her tail to cover the hole in the wall.
¡°I think he is just bad at doing multiple things at once, so he doesn¡¯t want to talk much as it distracts him,¡± Nolkonoe said.
¡°What about his wrist?¡± Ourupadia, miming his wrist being sore by rubbing her own.
¡°Yes? Why wouldn¡¯t it?¡±
¡°Earlier he hurt it, so I healed it with some Huntress magic,¡± Nolkonoe¡¯s eyes pried wider as she stared at her.
¡°You did what?¡± Nolkonoe almost screamed at her. Ourupadia shrunk, not knowing what she had done wrong.
¡°Yes¡I used Huntress healing magic¡± Ourupadia said, shrinking a little as she wrapped her wail around herself, bracing for Nolkonoe to try and beat her.
¡°You fucking idiot! He is human! Only regular healing magic works on him, he doesn¡¯t have the blessing of the Goddess of the hunt, so the magic will work, it will just make him ill!¡± Nolkonoe said, doing her best to stay calm so that Charlie didn¡¯t hear them. Despite not understanding their language, she still didn¡¯t want him to see her in such a mood.
¡°I didn¡¯t know! When we use it on other members of the tribe it¡¯s fine!¡± Ourupadia argued, but still holding her tail around herself as a form of protection. Sighing, Nolkonoe rubbed the bridge of her nose. That¡¯s why he was so ill earlier. Combined with her moving him so quickly and making him motion sick was probably what gave him such a bad reaction. He was lucking that when the Chiefess gave him some of her magic, it gave him a better resistance to the magic. Otherwise, he probably would have still been throwing up now.
¡°Just keep an eye on him, I¡¯m going to go and get him something to drink as well as eat,¡± Nolkonoe said, being to walk away before stopping and looking back to her.
¡°Do you know if the Chiefess is awake yet?¡± Nolkonoe questioned.
¡°Not sure, but I heard yelling that sounded like her earlier. She was going on about Charlie no being next to her when she woke, but I knew he was busy and that she would interrupt him, so I said nothing,¡± Ourupadia said, looking a little brighter as she wagged her tail, wanting for approval of her actions and a bit of salvation from making Charlie ill.
¡°Good, watch him for me will you,¡± Nolkonoe said before wandering off to find the Chiefess. Now she would have to break the news to her that her beloved pet was too busy working to come and find her.
Relaxed, Ourupadia regained her confidence and returned to her post of watching Charlie through a gap in the wall.
One hundred. Charlie placed the hundredth document onto the pile. Falling back onto the pillow that Nolkonoe had given him, he closed his eyes for only a second. Opening his eyes again, he saw the face of Ourupadia staring down at him. Panicking, he leapt up, almost head butting her. Staring at him with a mix of confusion and concern, she raised one side of her mouth into an awkward smile.
Muttering something in her strange language, she placed a gentle hand onto his head. Before Charlie could ask about her reason for coming to him, she already had him wrapped in her arms. Lifting the exhausted, yet still determined to work boy onto her lap. Thinking for a moment, she stared at him.
¡°Tiered?¡± she questioned in broken English. Her thick native accent was something oddly relaxing to listen to.
¡°Yeah, but there is always work to be done,¡± Charlie said, knowing well that she didn¡¯t fulling know what he was saying. Regardless, she smiled and began to move him again. Moving him around until she placed his head onto her lap, she smiled and allowed him to wriggle until his head was in a comfy passion.
Charlie knew her intentions were good; thus, he was more than willing with her as she began to gently stroke his hair. Ourupadia was a good person. He could tell this due to the lack of her trying to seduce him; or at least that was what his exhausted and battered mind told him. Running her fingers through his hair, she stared at his deep, emerald eyes.
Smiling, she moved her mouth down next to his head.
¡°Thank you,¡± she whispered the words Nolkonoe had taught her that showed thanks in the human tongue.
Turning his head, he looked up to her. Warmly, he smiled at her.
¡°No problem, just make sure I don¡¯t get killed, alright?¡± Charlie said, closing his eyes and allowing her to massage his head. Both knew that she wasn¡¯t aware of what he said, but both had knew it had a meaning of ¡®you¡¯re welcome¡¯ or ¡®it¡¯s no problem.¡¯
For what felt like hours the two lay in silence. Ourupadia rubbed his head while her tail gently stroked against his chest. Shuffling a little, Charlie winced as he rubbed his neck. Lying on her soft lap was nice but staying there for too long was beginning to hurt his neck. Seeing him wince slightly, and rub his neck, she lifted him to sit on her lap.
Relaxed, he sat on her lap, listening to her as she began to gently hum. More he listened to her, the more he realised it wasn¡¯t just a tune, but a song. She was singing for him. Blushing lightly, he found himself closing his eyes and listening to her song. Amazing, such an angelic voice could be in any royal or imperial opera around the empire or even maybe the continent.
He wanted to compliment her, but he knew that for one she wouldn¡¯t understand and for a second, he didn¡¯t want to interrupt her for even a second. Together the two sat in a world of their own, ignorant to the figure standing in the doorway. The Chiefess stood, staring at them. A knife gripped tightly in her hands as she stared at Ourupadia.
Chapter 45 – Rivals
Ourupadia¡¯s head slammed against the ground. Staring at her body, it happened at such a speed that it took Charlie a few seconds to realise what had happened. Casually, the Chiefess knelt on one leg by the side of Ourupadia. Placing a knife to the woman¡¯s neck, she readied to open her neck. Throwing himself forward, Charlie gripped the hand which held the knife.
Staring up at him, Charlie could see the blank look across her face. His hands shook, his grip loosened as the Chiefess¡¯s eyes fixed on his.
¡°Move,¡± she said, releasing the hand she used to grip the hair of Ourupadia to gently stroke his hand off hers.
¡°Please,¡± he murmured to her, his voice shaking.
¡°Move,¡± she said, trying to press the knife against Ourupadia. Ourupadia¡¯s eyes were almost glazed over as she tired her best to struggled against the Chiefess. Tightening his grip as much as he could, he kept his eyes locked on that of the Chiefess¡¯s.
¡°Please, she has done nothing wrong, she was just trying to make sure I didn¡¯t over work myself. She wasn¡¯t trying to hurt me,¡± Charlie pled as he continued to stare.
¡°She touch, she die,¡± the Chiefess said, he cold, unsympathetic, uncaring glare fixed onto the knife.
¡°I slice neck, paint me in blood, but she no touch mine,¡± the Chiefess said, digging her knife into the side of Ourupadia¡¯s neck. Without thinking of the consequences, Charlie wrapped his hand around the blade of the knife.
Stretching her face in one if pure confusion. Letting go of Ourupadia¡¯s hair, and dropping her knife, she wrapped her hands around his bleeding fist.
¡°Idiot!¡± She said, quacking dragging him away from Ourupadia, but not forgetting to grab her knife.
¡°NOLKONOE!¡± the Chiefess screamed, not knowing a healing spell that wouldn¡¯t make him pass out or make him ill.
Darting through the door, Nolkonoe¡¯s eyes widened as she saw the blood pouring from Charlie¡¯s hand.
¡°What happened? You said you were just going in to get Charlie!¡± Nolkonoe screeched in their native language as the teary eyes Chiefess as she backed away from Charlie.
¡°It was an accident! He just grabbed my knife!¡± the Chiefess said, trying to hold back her tears as she saw Charlie began to cry as Nolkonoe used some heavy healing magic on him. She wasn¡¯t sure how deep the cut was, but to prevent any nerves or bones being broken she didn¡¯t want to take any chances as she began to apply and even stronger healing magic.
Switching to English, Nolkonoe used her tail to lift Charlie¡¯s face to make him look at her.
¡°What happened?¡± she questioned, not stopping as she continued to carefully heal his hand.
¡°She was going to hurt Ourupadia, so I grabbed her knife to stop her,¡± Charlie stared down at his reddening hand.
¡°I¡I didn¡¯t think it would do this,¡± he said, his voice cracking and straining as he began to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from crying.
¡°You are a fucking idiot! Why did you do that?¡± Nolkonoe said, looking to Ourupadia as she slowly dragged herself off the floor.
¡°Well, I¡¯m not going to just let her kill Ourupadia!¡± Charlie yelled.
¡°Why didn¡¯t you get me then! I always and will always look after you!¡±
¡°Well, I didn¡¯t know you were an option!¡± Taking in a few deep breaths to calm herself, Nolkonoe began to bandage his hand with a few pieces of cloth from a leather bag that hung on her side. The wound was healed, but still she wanted to make sure there was no chance the small cut that now on his hand didn¡¯t open again.
Taking her attention from Charlie, Nolkonoe fixed her eyes onto the Chiefess. Quietly she sat, staring at the crimson blood on the knife.
¡°Etasose, we need to talk outside,¡± Nolkonoe said in a harsh whisper. Getting up, she ran over to Ourupadia.
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As Nolkonoe treated the injuries of Ourupadia, the Chiefess felt her heart race. Fixing her eyes onto Charlie, she began to stalk towards him. Out the corner of his eye, he saw her approach. Stumbling, he backed away from Etasose. Blood splattered up her arms from where she had cut him. Backing away, Charlie kept his eyes fixed onto her.
¡°Please,¡± he begged, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Pouncing, she pinned him. Wrapping her arms around him, she placed her lips to his ear.
¡°Sorry,¡± she said. Charlie wanted again to beg for her to leg him go, but he stayed quite as he felt tears begin to flow over his shoulder.
¡°Sorry, sorry, sorry,¡± she said, her voice cracking as she held him tighter. Looking over to Nolkonoe, he could see she was busy working on Ourupadia.
¡°Forgive,¡± she begged, crying more as she tucked her tail between her legs.
Charlie felt his body shake. He wanted to run. Escape and leave, yet his body was too tightly held by the blubbering Chiefess. A shadow fell over them, blocking the light of the fire. Looking up, he saw Ourupadia standing over the. Kneeling down by their side, Ourupadia placed a hand onto the head of the Chiefess. Jumping, she glared at Ourupadia. Pulling Charlie down against her chest, she snarled at Ourupadia.
¡°I don¡¯t want him,¡± Ourupadia said, giving a gentle smile to the Chiefess. For a moment the Chiefess was silent.
¡°What?¡± she responded, not understanding how a women wouldn¡¯t want her beloved pet.
¡°He is yours your majesty. I would never take him from you,¡± Ourupadia said, bowing her head onto the floor.
¡°Why? Who wouldn¡¯t want him?¡± the Chiefess said, staring at the woman as she bowed her head lower, pressing it against the ground.
¡°All I ask is that you look after him. I would die to have him, but I would gladly die for you, your majesty. You are the last of a clan that I greatly admire, but I see you as a rivel. I wish to be stronger than you, better than you, and have Charlie love me more than you. But never once would I do something as low than steal him from under you. If I am to have him, I would dual you for him. So yes, I want him, and I will have him. Just wait until I am stronger my Chiefess, and I shall take him,¡± Ourupadia admitted, raising her head and locking eyes with a stunned Chiefess.
Narrowing her eyes, the Chiefess nodded.
¡°I see. I apologise. But lets make this clear, touch him, and I¡¯ll skin you. I only spear you tonight because we are friends. When you are stronger, find me, and we¡¯ll duel,¡± the Chiefess said, wiping the tears from her eyes as she stood up, Charlie pressed against her chest.
¡°We are going to the feast,¡± the Chiefess declared, a confused and terrified Charlie pressed against her.
¡°Etasose, we need to talk,¡± Nolkonoe said strictly, standing and walking towards the Chiefess. Putting out a hand, the Chiefess halted her advance.
¡°No, we¡¯ll talk about this later. I need to calm down, and I think my beautiful little thing here needs to as well,¡± the Chiefess said, quickly turning and leaving with Charlie.
¡°That was close,¡± Ourupadia sighed, collapsing to the floor, her hand running across her neck where the Chiefess had almost killed her.
¡°I understand you want what is best for him, but its best to leave him alone for the time being. The Chiefess is becoming more and more protective of him since the clan are aiming for him. Don¡¯t touch him, don¡¯t even look at him for the time being. Charlie or I may not be around next time to stop her. Your strong Ourupadia, but the Chiefess is the strongest,¡± Nolkonoe explained, staring at the doorway.
She could tell the Chiefess wanted to rip Ourupadia apart. The only reason why she didn¡¯t was because rationality took over, and she understood that if she was to get Charlie to like her, she couldn¡¯t just murder her competition Infront of him. Grimacing, Nolkonoe could only dread what the Chiefess had planned to do to Charlie. In all sense of the word, he was innocent, but she most likely saw this as some kind of betrayal.
¡°Good luck,¡± Nolkonoe muttered, hopping that somehow her words reached him.
Down the steps, the Chiefess silently carried Charlie. Shadow cast over her face, making it hard to see any expression. Carefully, Charlie peeked around her to see her tail. It lay slumped between her legs. A sign of sadness? Or anger? Charlie didn¡¯t really want to find out as he felt the strong arms of the Chiefess compress around him.
¡°Mine,¡± she muttered harshly as they approached the final hundred steps of the temple.
¡°I¡¯m yours,¡± Charlie said, leaning his head against her chest in a sign of submission by exposing the weakness of his neck to her.
They were wolves, they liked to often dominate their partners. Now wasn¡¯t the time for him to be nervous or oppose her, if he wanted to survive, he would need to simply to what ever she commanded. Staring at the shadows that concealed her face, he could roughly make out her drooping ears. Momentarily light from a fire poured over the two, revealing to him a few tickles of tears moving down the sides of her face.
¡°I love you,¡± she said, lifting him higher as she rubbed her face against his hair.
¡°Give cuddles, give love,¡± she said quietly as they reached the lasts step.
¡°Okay, anything I can provide I will give,¡± Charlie said, nuzzling his head against her. Chuckling a little at his sudden adorableness, the Chiefess used her index and thumb to lift his head so that he would look at her.
¡°Mate?¡± she said, placing a kiss onto his lips. From her tone, she guessed it was a question. So, she was asking him for sex? Well at least that was something better.
¡°Later, first lets eat, drink, and watch the dancers,¡± Charlie said, looking to the ongoing party. At this, her ears pricked up. Perfect, now all he needed to do was keep her like this for the night and he as well as Ourupadia would be in the clear.
Joyfully, she skipped over to her throne. Sitting herself down onto the throne, she smiled as she watched Charlie trying to find a chair for him to sit on.
¡°Sit,¡± she said, patting her lap with a sly smile.
Charlie gulped and blushed as he saw women watching him. Again, the Chiefess angrily patted her lap. Feeling his heart thump, he walked slowly to the Chiefess¡¯s side. Patting her lap, she had Charlie sit on her. Sitting down, he allowed her to run her hands through his hair. Grabbing his hair, she dragged him closer to herself. Once her breasts pressed against Charlie¡¯s back, she began to lick and kiss his neck.
¡°Tonight, much sex,¡± she giggled into his ear as she began to nibble on his neck.
¡°Handsome,¡± she continued, her hands wondering over his body.
¡°You do bad, you get forgive when enter me,¡± she said, a hand wondering from his chest down to his crouch.
¡°Eat, drink, be happy,¡± she said, gesturing one of the servers to her side. Quickly she ordered some drinks and something to eat. Placing her order, she returned to pampering her pet with kisses and licks.
It wasn¡¯t long before the drinks were brought to them. Infront of Charlie was placed a piece of Desert Crawler meat.
¡°Last bit, you have,¡± she said, offering the meat to him.
¡°Thank you,¡± Charlie said, taking the meat and beginning to carefully eat the juice packed meat.
The Chiefess happily ate some meat from another one of the desert animals. For the time being, she stopped her touching of him as she drank several large cups of a tropical drink. Once both had finished eating, the Chiefess stood up, placing Charlie onto her throne as she did so. Leaning closer, she placed her lips against his ear.
¡°Watch me,¡± running off, she disappeared into the crowd.
Charlie sat nervously in his chair for a while, but soon the Chiefess emerged. Drums roared in a strange crescendo and all dancers left the stage. Up the steps came none other than the Chiefess in dancing attire. Smiling, she locked eyes with him as she took centre stage. Carefully Charlie listened to the chattering of the audience. He couldn¡¯t understand their words, but there were a few that he recognised, ¡°mating dance.¡±
Chapter 46 – Just another day at the office
Swaying her hips, the Chiefess locked eyes with Charlie. Around the stage she danced, twirling and shimmying her arms and hips to the beat of the drums. All in the audience watched with amazement as the Chiefess expertly hopped and leapt around the stage. Dropping to all fours, she stalked around the stage.
Smirking, her eyes landed on the stunned Charlie. Stalking towards him, she wagged her tail high in the air. Leaping onto the table in front of him, she stood up. Again, she began to sway her hips to the beats of the drums. Blushing, Charlie tried to look away as the Chiefess continued her dance. She moved in such a fashion that he could see under her grass skirt and have a good view of her proud nudity.
Laughter came up from the crowd, making Charlie only blush more. Leaping down again, she grabbed the sides of Charlie¡¯s head. Pulling him closer, she placed a firm kiss onto his lips. Before Charlie could react, she leapt up and continued her dance. Around the stage she danced, again doing another lap before moving to the centre. At the centre, she raised her arms in the air. Throwing her arms down, she turned to Charlie. Still shaking her hips, she gestured for Charlie to come to her.
When he didn¡¯t move, two women from the audience grabbed him and dragged him onto the stage. The two women danced as they paraded him around to the audience. Nervous, but refined to his fate, he allowed the women to present him to the Chiefess, like some kind of captive animal. Smirking, the Chiefess pulled Charlie closer.
Lowering her hands to his hips, she began to make them gently sway. It was a rough imitation of her dance, and herself and the crowd found his awkward movements entertaining.
¡°Dance,¡± the Chiefess said with a smile as she swayed her hips as well. Letting go of him, she began to dance alongside him. Giggling, the Chiefess bashed her hips against his every time she noticed his rhythm slowing.
Once she had him dancing at a decent pace, the Chiefess began to dance around him. After a few laps around him, she stopped behind him. Putting a handout to the side, she ordered soothing from a woman in the crowd. Hurrying off, the woman soon returned with a piece of rope. Handing her the rope, the Chiefess quickly fashioned a collar like item.
Smirking, she wrapped the collar around his neck. Charlie immediately stopped his dance upon feeling the rough texture around his neck. Turning, he looked up to the smirking Chiefess.
¡°No run, just sex,¡± she said, dragging him back to her throne. Sitting down, she playfully prodded and poked at him before having a native woman place a chair next to hers. Sitting him in the chair, she made sure that his binding around his neck was too tight.
Now having him secured, she gave a signal to the tribe, and the party began. Women leapt onto stage and preformed dances, while others drank, ate, sang, or decided on which partner they would take to bed that night. More drink and food were ordered by the Chiefess. Tugging on his new collar, the Chiefess pulled him to her side. Using her index finger, she tapped her lips.
Charlie got the message and lent forward, still too scared and shaken to go against her, he kissed her lips. For a moment she held him, but soon let him go.
¡°I love you,¡± she said, giving a little tug on his leash.
¡°I love you to,¡± Charlie responded, allowing her to kiss him again. Reaching into her leather bag, she pulled out her translation book. As was now routine, she found the words she wanted and spoke to him in her rough English.
¡°Sorry for putting rope on you. Need to show tribe you are no touch. Make good reminder. They think you too free, they think they still can touch you,¡± the Chiefess explained with an awkward, obviously practiced wink before returning to her seat. Charlie chuckled a little. Despite her saying this, he knew that a part of her dominant nature was also enjoying seeing him bound and forced to do what she said.
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¡°Sure, no problem,¡± Charlie said, trying to hide his smirk. He knew that without a doubt it was best to just try and go along with whatever she wanted. After all she seemed to be enjoying herself, and tonight that¡¯s all that mattered to him.
Together the two sat, the Chiefess getting increasingly more drunk as the night went on. A terrified yet amused Charlie sat next to her, every now and then swiping her tail from his face as it carelessly flaunted around. Eventually, once the Chiefess and tribe were drunk enough, he managed to slip out of the collar. Placing it around his hand, he planned to put it back around himself if the Chiefess noticed he had taken it off.
But from looking at her drooping ears and tail, he guessed she was far to drunk to even get a good understanding of her surroundings. Through the blurry haze that now covered her eyes, the Chiefess made out the rough shape of Charlie next to her. Grabbing him, she dragged him to her side.
¡°Love,¡± she said as she wrapped her arms around him. Much to the surprise of Charlie, it didn¡¯t take much effort to move from her arms. Looking past her, he saw the pile of cups. How much had she drunk? Charlie thought as he began to count. Thirty was his final count, he had drunk thirty large cups of wine that were almost the size of his for arm.
¡°Okay, I think you have had enough,¡± Charlie said, standing and taking the arm of the Chiefess. Angrily, she muttered something in her native tongue.
¡°Yeah sure,¡± Charlie answered, not knowing what she was saying, but he wanted to respond to give her some reassurance.
Throwing her arm over his shoulder, he awkwardly began to lead the far taller wolf woman back towards her home.
¡°Do you think we should help?¡± a Vulture whispered to Phukomeia. Not as drunk as her friends, but still drunk enough to have poor judgment, Phukomeia stook and raised a hand into the air.
¡°Yes,¡± she said triumphantly before storming over towards the Chiefess and Charlie.
Placing her hand onto his shoulder, her hand was intercepted by two more. Looking up from Charlie, she saw Klipesia and the heir to the Warriors staring at her with equal confusion.
¡°Urrr, can I help you,¡± Charlie said, struggling to keep the Chiefess standing.
¡°I came to help,¡± all three said simultaneously. Each eyed each other, maybe thanks to the alcohol making them bolder, they also growled a little to each other.
¡°Great, each of you grab a limb and help me carry her back to her house,¡± Charlie said, knowing the reason they were here was probably to try and score a few points with him. but instead of getting angry, he decided to exploit the situation.
Now wanting to back down and seem weak to their rivals, each women grabbed a limb of the Chiefess. Hoisting her into the air, they began to carry her back towards her home. For an hour or so the women walked, the journey taking a little longer from the struggling and battling of the drunken Chiefess.
Reaching the home, they clumsily climbed the steps and up to the home. Reaching the top, they helped Charlie move inside the hut. Gently, they placed the Chiefess onto the bed. As Charlie lifted the covers to pull over her, a small moan and grunt came from behind him. Turning, he saw the Chiefess making a grabbing motion before him.
¡°Thanks,¡± he said, smiling to the women before climbing into the bed. Wrapping her arms around him, Charlie allowed himself to sink into her clutches. Annoyed at an opportunity gone, the women quietly left the hut, swearing at the Chiefess hogging him to herself.
Listening to them walking away, Charlie lay quietly in the arms of the Chiefess. It seemed she wasn¡¯t going to have the night of sex she wanted, but at least she seemed happy.
¡°No other,¡± she said. Charlie turned to look at her. Eyes shut; she was fast asleep.
¡°No other women,¡± she continued, holding him tighter against her chest.
¡°No other women,¡± Charlie repeated back, placing a hand onto her head as she began to gentle nuzzle against his chest.
Before long, both fell asleep. It was a long day, but sadly it wasn¡¯t the last.
Night past, and soon again it was day.
Nolkonoe, now taking the place of an alarm clock, came into the room to wake Charlie and the Chiefess. A smile burst onto her lips as she placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter. Under the covers of the bed was a large lump of the Chiefess. Then just peaking from the top like some weird turtle shell lay Charlie.
Moving to their side, she picked up a large spear that belonged to the Chiefess. Turning it so that the spear head pointed away, she poked at one part of the lump. Again, she prodded, then again. on the firth push there was finally movement. Throwing the sheets onto the floor, a nude Etasose locked her eyes onto Nolkonoe.
¡°What? Can¡¯t you see I¡¯m busy!¡± the Chiefess barked. Peeking past her, Nolkonoe saw Charlie¡¯s eyes widen. Gazing down him, she saw him to be naked. A strong scent of seamen smacked Nolkonoe¡¯s sensitive nose.
¡°Oh sorry,¡± Nolkonoe said, realising that she had just interrupted the Chiefess having some fun time with her pet.
¡°I just need Charlie for some work,¡± Nolkonoe explained, quickly waddling out of the hut. Looking back down to Charlie¡¯s cock, she grinned.
¡°Almost finished, give us five minutes and then he is yours,¡± Nolkonoe explained, pulling the covers over herself before lunging back down onto Charlie. Nodding, Nolkonoe pivoted and walked out the hut. Sitting on the stairs, she heard some fumbling and banging, and as promised, five minutes later a dishevelled Charlie walked outside.
¡°Fucking hell,¡± he said, his clothes looking as broken and tiered as him.
¡°How was it?¡± Nolkonoe teased as she walked over to Charlie as he struggled to do up the buttons on his cuffs. Swiping his hands away, she did up his cuffs for him.
¡°I want to say good. But I also feel as if I have just done several marathons,¡± Nolkonoe smile, turning, she began to walk.
¡°Come, well get something to eat, and there¡¯s something I want to talk to you about,¡± Nolkonoe said. Together the two wondered off down the steps. Nolkonoe was slightly ahead of him.
¡°What are we going to talk about? There are still documents I need to make,¡± Charlie explained.
¡°It¡¯s time to start negotiation with the Forgers,¡± Nolkonoe explained, her smile widening as she saw a bright gleam of hope in Charlie¡¯s eyes to get his documentation plan working.
Chapter 47 – Forger Negotiations and a knife
Along the side of the table, on a rickety chair, Charlie sat in silence. Looking to the door, he saw two women in green paint holding large battle axes. Looking to the cup in front of him, he stared at the foul-smelling liquid. Pushing the cup away, he stared down at the document. All he needed was for the woman currently acting as the leader of the Forgers to sign the document.
¡°So, you¡¯re the Chiefess¡¯s fuck toy?¡± a harsh voice said. Turning to the doorway, Charlie stood up and offered a handout to her.
¡°It¡¯s a pleasure to meet you. I¡¯m Charlie Black-Quill,¡± Looking to his hand, the tall woman only scoffed before sitting down on the far side of the table from him.
¡°Your not a person, you¡¯re a pet. A slave of the Chiefess, like us,¡± she said, eyeing the paper in front of him.
¡°What exactly do you want? And why can¡¯t you just wait another day or two until the Clan leader returns?¡± The Forger said, her far more grey ears and tail drooping. Sitting back down in his chair, Charlie picked up the document.
¡°I wish to have you help me with something, and we would prefer it happened as soon as possible. We have made a few changes to the contract to factor in your people if you decide to help. We need one hundred of your people to pair with one hundred Vultures,¡± Charlie began to explain, standing again and moving to her side to show her the document.
¡°One Vulture and one Forger will work together to document and draw the people of the tribe. Each clan shall be paid ten thousand coppers for their participation, this amount may be changed if it is found that they have made multiple documents of the same person,¡± Charlie continued. The forger wayed up what he said before answering.
¡°How will you make sure a person is documented?¡±
¡°Simple,¡± Charlie said, reaching into his back pocket and revealing a slip of paper.
¡°We will give them a copy of the document that will be made a group of Vultures and myself. It will be a long process, but we are willing to pay more if that¡¯s what you need?¡± Charlie said, showing a smaller, copy of the documentation slip.
¡°All you would need to do is sign the contact and we¡¯ll begin today,¡± Charlie said, knowing that he needed to act quickly since Nolkonoe only just managed to get a meeting for an hour or so.
¡°Why would we want to do this?¡± she said, pushing the contract away.
¡°Payment, and I will help to accurately see how much of the compensation money your tribe is owed,¡± Charlie said, knowing that the promise of compensation was one of the reasons the Forgers had calmed their push for independence lately.
¡°I¡¯ll wait to see what the clan leader says,¡± the woman said, leaning back in her chair. Panic flooded Charlie for a second, be quickly he clamed himself. There was no time for weakness.
¡°But wouldn¡¯t you like to surprise her? After all this money would be coming from the Chiefess, and I¡¯m sure she wouldn¡¯t mind making the payment fifty thousand coppers,¡± Charlie said, smiling as he saw her ears prick up.
¡°Double it,¡± she said, doing her best to act calm. Grinning, Charlie nodded.
¡°I¡¯ll make the changes and talk to the Chiefess. Thank you very much. Could you bring one hundred of your forgers to the main square?¡± Charlie said, smiling as he packed away the contract.
¡°But what exactly shall we be doing? I would like to get a good idea on what to tell our workers,¡± The substitute woman asked.
¡°You will be doing drawings of people in the tribe. The Vultures shall be interviewing the people and learning all they can about them, like age, gender, name etc,¡± Charlie said, getting up and quickly hurrying off before she could ask anymore questions. Peeking around the doorway, Nolkonoe jumped back as Charlie whizzed past her.
¡°Thank you for this,¡± Nolkonoe said, smiling to the Forger.
¡°Don¡¯t think I did this for you Nolkonoe. I just wanted to eye up the man who shall impregnate our clan Heir and others in our clan,¡± the woman said, standing and walking out of the room.
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¡°Now if you don¡¯t mind, I will be going to gather some Forgers, and you better do the same for your slut Vultures,¡± she said, spitting on the ground as she past Nolkonoe.
Supressing her anger, Nolkonoe only nodded to her before walking away. Some days she wished the Forgers would start a civil war so she could have an excuse to skin that bitch. Still though, she was a member of the tribe, so Nolkonoe simply clamed herself before walking off after Charlie.
Darting through the village, Charlie locked his eyes onto the track where Nolkonoe had led him down. As of recent the days seemed to go quickly, thus he didn¡¯t want to slow himself for even a moment. Stopping as he past two warriors, he smiled up at them. Glaring at him, he shrank a little. Laughing at his sudden fear, the women relaxed their glares.
¡°Chiefess?¡± he questioned. Chattering, the women quickly gave their response in the form of a point. Thanking them, Charlie sprinted off in the direction that they had pointed in.
As they had said, Charlie quickly came upon the Chiefess. Herself and a small group of fifty warriors, all painted and armed with native made weapons walked through the village. Catching his breath for only a second, he sprinted towards the Chiefess. Seeing him approach, the Chiefess turned to him and smiled.
¡°Hello?¡± she said in her broken English.
¡°Hi! I need to borrow some money to¡¡± Charlie took in a few deep breaths, allowing the Chiefess time to get out her translation book. Charlie blurted out everything he had planned to the Chiefess. Smiling, she ruffled his hair.
¡°Yes, go get money, in temple in storage,¡± she said, flipping her translation book shut. Leaning down, she placed a kiss onto his cheek.
¡°No women, remember?¡± she said before standing and walking off with her small army of warriors. Widley, he smiled.
¡°Thank you!¡± Charlie said before snapping around and sprinting off to secure the funds for his project.
Without delay he hopped jumped, skipped and bolted through the village, apologising and asking for forgiveness of each person that he bumped or almost pushover in his frantic Sprint. Knowing who he was as the Chiefess¡¯s mating partner, as well as being one of the only men/humans in the village, the women quickly forgave him.
Some even made lude gestures towards him to try and make him blush like he had the night before, but he was so focused on moving that the gestures went acknowledged by him. Through the crowd, a pair of eyes locked onto him. Firing through the village, the figure followed him as he darted down an ally.
Jumping, Charlie looked over the tops of the huts and to the temple. From his perspective he could tell he wasn''t far, so he began to pick up pace as he darted through more alleys and small gaps between houses that he could only barely fit through. Falling onto his back, Charlie was stunned by a hand yanking his shoulder backwards.
¡°Afternoon,¡± Charlie said, awkwardly staring into the narrowed eyes of Phukomeia.
¡°You said you would be with me today?¡± she said, staring into his eyes as she ran her hand around his neck.
¡°My apologies, I¡¯m just very busy today,¡± Charlie tried to plead as Phukomeia only tightened her grip around his neck.
¡°You lied Charlie~ I don¡¯t like liars,¡± she said, pulling him closer, licking her lips as she saw him begin to blush.
¡°Currently I¡¯m in the middle of something, you are free to join me if you want?¡± Charlie said, awkwardly smiling. For a moment Phukomeia thought before answering.
¡°Sure, but I get privileges over what to do with you,¡± she said, smirking as she began to plot what she wanted to do with him. Letting him go, she patiently followed after him as he continued his journey through the village.
Even though he was running with all his might, Phukomeia only needed to do a light jog to keep up with him. For a while longer the jogged, Phukomeia giving him bulges or pushes in the right direction, until they reached the bottom of the temple.
¡°Umm, sorry, could I ask where the storage is?¡± Charlie awkwardly asked Phukomeia, having been so caught up in working quickly he had completely forgotten to ask where the storage room of the
temple was.
¡°Follow me, I¡¯ll show you,¡± Phukomeia said, signally with her index finger for him to follow.
Nodding, Charlie followed after her as she led him up the temple steps. For a while they walked up the steps. Reaching the top, they saw the bloody altar.
¡°Don¡¯t worry, it was just some desert crawlers sacrificed to the Goddess of the hunt,¡± Phukomeia reassured, knowing Charlie was aware of their bloody practices.
¡°Since we have our lands back, and the Region Lord is only a little push away from being defeated, sacrifices and cannibalism will hopefully become a fate reserved for our most evil enemies. And if fate may guide us, hopefully even that will become nothing more than old legends handed down by the elders,¡± Phukomeia said, smiling as she saw the bright eyes of Charlie as she inadvertently faltered him.
¡°Stop your blushing. There is still much work to be done, so lets go to the storage room,¡± she said, continuing past the later and into the temple.
Along the winding corridors, they came to large, wooden door. Just from the markings and carvings, he could tell that it was most likely imperial made. Creaking the door open, Phukomeia allowed Charlie inside.
¡°Can I ask where the coppers are held? I need to get about one hundred thousand coppers for your clan as payment, and another hundred thousand for the Forgers,¡± Charlie explained, Phukomeia guiding his way as he explained the situation to her.
Lighting a few piles of wood in large baseness around the, she lit the path for them to go towards the coppers. Upon seeing the overflowing chests of coppers, Charlie moved to the shining coins.
¡°Alright then, lets being counting,¡± Charlie said with as smile as he began to count out the coppers in piles of one hundred, and then into sets of one thousand. Sitting by his side, Phukomeia began to do the same.
In the slight light of the touches that flickered into the darkness In front of him, Charlie could make out a large, deformed, wooden structure. It was much like a pole of statue of some kind. Glistening in the torchlight, he could see a large, decorated blade upon a small ceremonial altar. Noticing he had stopped, Phukomeia looked up to see where he was staring. Proudly, she straightened her back and smiled at the dagger.
¡°It¡¯s the dagger of liberty. Or at least that is the rough translation. Our tribe used it to sacrifice the pig lord who used to rule over us. We now reserve it for sacrificing the leaders of our enemies,¡± Phukomeia said, a nostalgic feeling flooding over her as she remembered all the legends and stories Nolkonoe had told her as a child.
It was the dagger of heroes, and only the Chiefess was allowed to wield it. Even then she was only allowed to during times of desperation for their tribe. Charlie only nodded in response. What was he meant to say? A knife that could have probably killed hundreds of people, was an item of worship to the tribe.
¡°If the knifes so sacred, why keep it here? Why not proudly present it?¡± Charlie said, seeing that Phukomeia was almost bursting to spew out facts about the knife.
¡°Well, the Chiefess finds the knife the most sacred out of all of us. After all, her mother died with that knife in hand,¡± Phukomeia said, smirking as she saw Charlie stop counting the coins.
¡°Do you want to hear the story?¡± Charlie stayed quite for a moment, but soon responded.
Chapter 48 – Death of a Queen
Five years before Etasose became the Chiefess...
¡°Your majesty are you sure about this?¡± the voice of Nolkonoe rang out in the only meters wide canyon opening.
The wind whipped the sand around their ankles as the Chiefess stood on the gap between the two canyons.
¡°Look after Etasose,¡± the Chiefess said, gripping her decorated dagger.
¡°Your majesty, there are two thousand raiders!¡± the lead warrior Cluupyte screamed at the Chiefess.
¡°Like me, you have only one daughter. You should know then that we can¡¯t afford them to be killed Cluupyte. Go with Pycleia and look after our daughters,¡± battle cries filled the sky from the other side of the canyon. Smiling, the Chiefess looked over her shoulder to the four clan leaders.
¡°Go, take what warriors you have left, and I¡¯ll hold them off,¡± the Chiefess said, holding her knife tightly as she walked to the peak of the gap between the two canyons.
¡°Please, allow at least me and a few warriors to stay with you!¡± Pycleia, the lead huntress begged.
¡°I said leave! go look after our daughters. Train Etasose. Teach her the ways of being a leader and a warrior. I entrust this to you,¡± the four clan leaders were silent as the Chiefess began to walk away.
¡°I¡¯ll stay! You can¡¯t stop me,¡± the lead Forger said, stepping forward with her war spear.
¡°You¡¯re an amazing woman Ases,¡±
¡°Don¡¯t you dare leave!¡± the lead Forger Ases screamed through tears.
¡°You have a son and daughter. Both need care,¡± the Chiefess said, locking eyes with Nolkonoe. Nodding, Nolkonoe raised her battle axe. Thumping the buck against the back of the Forger¡¯s head, Cluupyte caught her. Each woman there knew how much Ases loved the Chiefess. But then again each of them did.
¡°Watch my daughter for me,¡± the Chiefess said, smiling back to her friends. Tears gathered at the corners of the women¡¯s eyes. Yet not a single one dared to cry and disrespect their Chiefess¡¯s last wish.
¡°Thank you,¡± Nolkonoe muttered, turning and running with the others.
Quietly, the Chiefess listened until the women left. Grinning, she wiped a few trickles of tears from the corner of her eyes. Steeping out from between the gap of the canyons, she turned to see the long, winding, seemingly never-ending stretch of canyon. That was it. The lifeless walls separated the third region of the southern realm from the neighbouring fourth.
Looking from the canyons, the Chiefess looked out to see a good mile away from her a sea of blue painted raiders. A woman on a black horse moved through the crowd. Decorating the horse was a layer of huma skin and severed body parts. Upon her head sat a large, animal skin headdress made from some disfigured and rotten animal of the desert.
Grinning, her sharpened teeth shun in the morning light. Pointing her war spear towards the Chiefess, she spoke.
¡°What¡¯s this? One mutt against an army of two thousand!¡± the war leader screamed. Silently, the Chiefess stood, her eyes narrowing onto the rows of archers with their crooked bows aimed at her. Sneering at the unshaken Chiefess, she continued her rant.
¡°Your people have abandoned you! Surrender, and I¡¯ll make you into a good stew!¡± as she barked this, roars of laughter came up from her horde.
¡°Leave now and I¡¯ll let you live,¡± the Chiefess said, her stern eyes locking with the that of the war leaders. Momentarily, the war leader found herself stunned as she saw a flash of red in the brown eyes of the Chiefess. Slapping herself, she snapped out of whatever hold the Chiefess had over her. Snarling at the woman¡¯s comment, she leaned to the side and whispered to one of her warriors.
¡°Put an arrow through her shoulder. Make sure it¡¯s the shoulder, I want her skin intact so I can add it to my collection,¡± the woman cackled, slapping the sowed-on pieces of skin on her arms from former enemies. Nodding, the woman aimed her bow.
Loosing an arrow, all fell silent as the arrow screamed through the air and towards the Chiefess. Raising her dagger, she swiped once in the air. Stone and wood split as the knife met the arrow, cutting it down the spine, separating the arrow into two. Quite hung over the raiders as they processed what the Chiefess had just done.
¡°You ten, fire,¡± the lead reader barked. Ten warriors aimed, and ten warriors fired their arrows. Dodging several, the Chiefess hacked and slashed five arrows out of the air. Calm and composed, she stood up and grinned down at the archers.
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Again, her eyes flashed red, sending waved of fear through the women.
¡°FIRE!¡± the Lead Raider barked, and her warriors complied. A hundred archers fired; their arrows all aimed for the Chiefess.
Pushing a foot back into the sand, the Chiefess lowered her head. Taking in a deep breath, she flicked her tail around, kicking up a small sand could around her. Thudding and cracking into the sand, the arrows landed. Smirking, the Lead Raider knew the arrows had hit. They had to, a hundred arrows were far too many for her to doge or break.
Her smile drooped from her face as she saw the absence of the body of the Chiefess. Screams and yells erupted from the front lines of her army. A twenty-meter-tall wall of sand exploded from the ground. Bodies toppled and flung through the air. Before the sand could even settle, another explosion erupted. Flashes of red and white told the Lead Raider what was happening. The Chiefess was alive and carving her way through the army.
Using her tail, the Chiefess was swooping up clouds of sand to blind the raiders while also hiding her presence. All in doing this, she hacked and slashed through the raiders. Eight men and twelve women with spear surrounded her. Charging forward, they all aimed for the neck or chest of the Chiefess. Slicing behind her, the Chiefess cut off the spear heads of one side. As she did this, she ducked and dodged the waves of spears that only just managed to scrape her shoulders and the top of her head.
Before they could change their attack, she dove under the spears and began to slash at the legs and tendons of the spear holders. Screaming, the Raiders fell to the floor, blood spurting from their legs. No time though was wasted by the Chiefess as she was already onto her next target. Staring on in horror at the Chiefess, fear only gripped the lead raider further as she realised the path of bodies left by the Chiefess was slowly carving its way towards her.
Barking some orders to her warriors, she snatched a bow from one of her women. Several warriors threw themselves onto the Chiefess in an attempt to hold her still, but she easily threw them off. Twenty then piled onto her. Kicking and biting, she tried to get them off, but a sharp pain pierced her shoulder. Warm blood trickled from her shoulder. An arrow had hit her. Sneering, she pulled her gaze from the arrow to the Lead Raider.
Smirking, the woman loaded another arrow to finish off the Chiefess. Gritting her teeth, she pulled her head out of the grip of a raider. In a sudden and swift motion, she bit down onto the arrow in her arm. Splinters went into her mouth as she used her teeth to tare the arrow from her shoulder. Spiting the fragments of wood into the face of an enemy, she used her tail to trip several of the women holding her from behind as well as smack the faces of some of the women wrapped around her legs.
Her ears pricked as they picked up the sound of another arrow firing. Throwing herself to the side, she heard the arrow crack into the back of the head of one of the raiders. The dead raider tumbled to the floor. Just as quickly as the second was fired, so was a third, and again, the Chiefess turned to allow the arrow to hit another raider.
Another group of women piled onto her, but still she stood. Then another, then another, more and more groups just piled onto her. Only when maybe a hundred women piled on her did she collapse to the ground. Still gripping her knife, she began to mutter a spell.
Smirking, the Raider leader watched as the struggling Chiefess¡¯s movements stopped. Before though she could announce victory, a cloud of sand flooded over her face. The force of this hit knocked her from her horse. Dragging herself from the sand, she scanned her surroundings. Blood seeped into the sand around her. a hundred or so meters away from her, on a pile of bodies, stood a white wolf with a dark, blood red head.
Arching it¡¯s back, the creature growled before descending upon the still stunned raiders. After ripping and tearing into the remaining warriors, the wolf turned its gaze onto the rest of the army. Lowing itself to the ground, the wolf charged into the warriors. Leaping into the air, it landed onto them. A puff of red smoke filled the area as another explosion sent warriors flying. The Chiefess appeared again with her knife, her hair now a blood red as she cut and teared into the dazed women.
Grinning, the lead raider pulled herself to her feet.
¡°As expected of a Dragonari slayer,¡±
Dragonari ¨C the native word for dragon slayer.
Charging before leaping into the air, the Chiefess turned herself from the wolf form into her warrior form. Causing even more explosions of magic, and piles of bodies, the Chiefess made her way towards the lead raider. As she approached, the lead raider could see with every one of these attacks, the knife glowed red as blood from a cut on her wrist was sucked into the knife.
So that was it. The sacrifice needed to make the knife work was the blood of the user. Knowing this, the Lead Raider retreated. It was only a matter of time before the Chiefess died from blood lost, or her healing magic failed, and a warrior managed to get a fatal hit.
¡°YOUR SACRIFICE WILL BE FUTILE MUT!¡± the Lead Raider screeched at the top of her lungs as she ordered more of her warriors further.
One of the guards of the Raider queen charged forward, her battle axe swinging above her head. Leaping behind the Chiefess, who was busy dispatching some spear women, the women landed a blow.
Blood trickled from the shoulder of the Chiefess, the same shoulder where she had been hit by an arrow. Turning, she wrapped a hand around the head of the guard. A pop of bone and flesh sounded as the Chiefess crushed the woman¡¯s head. All stood still as they watched the body of one of their most respected warriors lifelessly topple to the ground. Screams went up from the warriors¡¯ spear women charged.
Not being able to move her other arm, she knew she couldn¡¯t take on both sides. Dodging one row of spears, the second pieced her arms and rib cage. Screaming, she could no longer hold onto her knife. Dropping it, she swiped her tail, knocking the attackers off their feet before they could continue their attack. Arrows pierced her back, forcing her to the ground.
Laughing, the Lead Raider watched as the Chiefess used only her legs to push herself across the sand.
¡°Where are you running to?¡±
the Lead Raider squealed as she saw the life begin to drain from the eyes of the Chiefess.
Ignoring her, or maybe just no longer being able to hear, the Chiefess made her way to her knife. Wrapping her teeth around the knife, she used her knees to force herself to her feet. Using her tail as a third leg, she turned herself to face the raider leader. Dropping the knife from her mouth, the Chiefess dropped to the ground.
¡°Goddess of the desert, hear my call, bring forth creatures of vile, and kill them all,¡± with a smirk, she placed her neck over the blade of the dagger. Smirking, and locking eyes with the Lead Raider, she slit her throat across the blade.
Slumping to the side, the Chiefess lay dead. The blood from her neck seeped into the blade, dying it a gruesome red. Looking across the sea of bodies, the Lead Raider now only saw a good five hundred of her warriors had been slaughtered by the Chiefess. Her eyes widened as she saw something in the sand.
A crimson liquid came from the bodies, their blood, and rolled over the sand and into the knife. All watched in silence, not knowing what to do as the blood of the warriors poured into the knife. Within only a few seconds, all blood had gone into the knife. Lifting into the air, as if some invisible hand guiding it, a white figure appeared.
¡°The ghost of the desert,¡± a warrior muttered. Taking the knife, the figure plunged it into the sand. For a moment there was silence, but then it happened.
The sand moved from under the army.
¡°What?¡± the Lead Raider questioned. She stopped her questioning as her eyes locked onto a large, head-sized, black beady eye looking at her from just under the sand.
Screams rose from the army, but before the lead warrior could process what was happening, a sharp pain filled the upper body of the Lead Raider. Looking down, she saw large, centipede-like pincers around her waist. Her lower body was gone. Falling onto the sand, the Lead Raider watched as the titan sized creatures of white fur, but bodies of centipedes rose from the sand and descended upon her army.
The Desert Claimers had arisen.
Chapter 49 -The new Chiefess
Quietly, Etasose sat and stared out to the horizon. She sat on the highest point of the temple, staring blankly outwards as she waited for her mother¡¯s return.
¡°Nolkonoe, when is mother returning?¡± she asked, looking back to the four quiet clan leaders. None dared to speak. The guilt of leaving this young, eighteen-year-old girl¡¯s mother to die hung over them like a guillotine.
¡°She¡ won¡¯t be coming home,¡± Pycleia said quietly.
¡°That fucking idiot!¡± the Lead Forger Ases wailed as she began to punch and kick the wall of the temple. Tears poured from her eyes.
¡°She betrayed us!¡± she screamed. Nolkonoe snapped around, grabbing Ases, she turned her to face her. Throwing a hand back, she threw it forward again, landing a harsh slap onto her face.
¡°Don¡¯t you dare!¡± Nolkonoe screamed, readying herself to skin her alive. Pycleia stepped between the two women.
¡°Calm yourselves, would she want this?¡± Pycleia said, looking back to see Etasose beginning to process what they had just said.
Tears burst from her eyes as she began to shake her head. Sprinting to her side, Nolkonoe wrapped her arms around.
¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯m here my girl,¡± she said in a motherly tone as she cradled the crying girl in her arms.
Cluupyte stayed silent as she stared out towards the horizon in silence. Ases yelled and screamed in anger while Pycleia and the recently arrived Klipesia began to comfort the lead forger as she cried and screamed. Nolkonoe and Phukomeia (who had arrived with Klipesia) did the same to the sobbing Etasose.
Cluupyte¡¯s eyes widened as saw a small cloud of sand begin to form on the horizon. For a moment she watched as the cloud got larger and larger, getting closer and closer. Turning to the others, she leapt into action and grabbed her war spear.
¡°Desert claimers! Five of them!¡± she screamed. All stopped as they heard her say this. Leaping into action, the warriors grabbed their weapons.
¡°Get the warriors ready for battle! There is a horde of Desert Claimers!¡± Nolkonoe screamed down to the tribe.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Etasose got to her feet.
¡°Stay, we¡¯ll deal with this,¡± Nolkonoe said, but Etasose had already taken her war spear and stormed off.
Archers lined the walls of the village, their arrows aimed down to the approaching Desert Claimers. Etasose, the clan leaders, and their respected heirs stood along the battlements as well. All were ready for the attack. But no attack came. The Desert Claimers stopped not far from the gates. Upon the head of what looked to be the lead creature, lay the lifeless body of the Chiefess.
A tall, pale figure stood on the head of the creature. Picking up the body, the creature began to walk towards the walls, the Desert Claimers slowly walking behind them. The figure reached the side of the wall and stopped. Looking up, they could see its blank face had no expressions. Within a blink of an eye, it was gone.
¡°Etasose,¡± a deep voice said. Jumping, all turned to see the figure standing over Etasose. Nolkonoe only stared blankly at the creature, but she soon realised what it was. Throwing herself to the ground, she bowed to the figure.
¡°Bow your heads! Do you not realise who this angle was sent by?¡± Seeing the actions of Nolkonoe, the others quickly followed. Only Etasose was left standing.
¡°That knife belongs to me,¡± Etasose said, too overcome by seeing her mother¡¯s body to care for the consequences of her action.
¡°It does,¡± the figure said, offering the knife out to Etasose.
¡°Would you care to come down with me,¡± the figure said. Gesturing to the Desert Claimer. Etasose thought for a moment, but then nodded.
¡°Yes,¡± Etasose answered quietly. Nodding, the angle placed her hand onto the shoulder of Etasose. Blinking, Etasose found herself standing Infront of the Desert Claimer which her mother¡¯s body lay on.
¡°MUM!¡± she yelled, sprinting to the creature.
Stopping, she saw now how pale her mother¡¯s skin was. There was no need to be told, she could tell from a glance her mother was dead. Before tears could sweel in her eyes once again, the figure stood before her. Her mother¡¯s headdress sat in the hands of the figure. Raising the headdress into the air, the figure made sure the tribe could see her as she placed the crown onto the head of Etasose, the new Chiefess. None needed the figure to speak as they knew what this motion meant.
Lastly, the figure handed Etasose her mother¡¯s knife.
¡°Etasose, queen of the Desert Ghosts,¡± the Figure said before fading into the air. Staring upwards, Etasose watched as the mist that made up the figure of the creature dissipated.
Rumbling surrounded her. Jumping, she looked forward to seeing the Desert Claimers had lowered their heads to her. The new Chiefess straightened her back as she stared at the body of her mother. Never again would she allow this. Never again would she allow someone so precious to her to be harmed.
Staring back to the battlements, the Chiefess locked eyes with Nolkonoe. Both knew if her mother was there to see this, she would be beyond proud.
Phukomeia wiped a few tears from her eyes as she finished her story. From this simple gesture, Charlie could tell that this was an emotional talking point for her.
¡°Now the Chiefess keeps the knife here. Ready for when she must make her own sacrifice. But hopefully, that day would never come,¡± Phukomeia said, turning to see a stunned Charlie.
¡°Amazing¡¡± he muttered, not even knowing a hint of this before.
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¡°It¡¯s also one of the reasons the Lead Forger hates Etasose. She loved her mother, and when she made her lone stand, she felt betrayed by her. Since Etasose looks so much like her mother, she reflects that same feeling of hatred and betrayal onto her,¡± Phukomeia explained. Again, looking to Charlie, she could see the mixed sympathy and depression on his face.
¡°You said the Lead Forger had a son?¡± Charlie said, knowing how rare men were in the tribe, yet never had he heard of a man of such a high status as to be the son of a major Clan Leader.
¡°He fell madly in love with a woman from another clan. So, he left our clan to go and chase after her. But she was an Amazon, as thus rejected his feeling because he was, as she put it, ¡®average.¡¯ Depressed, he came home and married a woman of the tribe. Since his leaving though a year before, the tribe treated him like an outsider.
Expect his mother and sister of course as well as the Vulture he married. But then we had a bad season of crops, so the Chiefess chose him as a sacrifice to the Goddess of rain to come and fertilise the fruit trees, as well as make sure you arrived safely. Since he was a member of the tribe that was considered a new blood, the tribe had no calms with sacrificing him.
His own wife rode him the night he was killed and sacrificed. And all this was the night you were attacked by desert crawlers and were delivered to us. The Leader Forger now has a renewed hatred towards the Chiefess, and a distain for you and the Vultures. Especially the Vultures since she sees us as betraying her son, even though he was more than willing to sacrifice himself for the benefit of the tribe,¡± Phukomeia explained, sending shivers down his spine at the thought that the rain that night was brough about by them sacrificing some man in a bloody ritual to one of their pagan Goddesses.
Noticing again he had stopped his work, Phukomeia placed a hand onto his head while gently swaying her tail in front of his face.
¡°Sit back if you want, I¡¯ll continue to work. You deserve some rest,¡± she said, smiling at him and using her tail to push him back and away from the coins.
¡°Its fine, I¡¯ll just be a little taken back by hearing all this,¡± Charlie said, pulling his legs into his chest as Phukomeia kept her tail wagging in front of his face to keep him distracted.
Glancing slightly over her shoulder, she watched as his eyes fixed onto her tail as she swayed it across his face. Smiling widely, she remembered how when they were children, they played like this. Nolkonoe would always yell at her after for exposing the tribe¡¯s secret, and then she would yell at her again for having to make her use some difficult magics to erase parts of his memory.
Her smile faded. She wished he would remember those days, but the incident forced Nolkonoe to wipe his memories back then. Quickly snapping her tail, she made him jump. Laughing, she returned to counting. Poor thing. He had been through hell and didn¡¯t even know it, let alone remember it.
Pushing the thoughts aside, Phukomeia continued to multitask by hitting and playing with her tail and Charlie, while counting the coins and placing them into the piles. Almost as if it was instinct, Charlie played with her tail as it wrestled around with him.
Towards the edge of the village walked the Chiefess and her group of warriors. Together with the Chiefess they joked and laughed about the fear they had seen on the face of the Region Lord. Silence flooded over the group though as they noticed a group of Huntresses passing them. A passing Ourupadia and Chiefess locked gazes.
Stopping, the Chiefess grabbed the arm of Ourupadia.
¡°What?¡± Ourupadia snapped, trying to yank her arm away from the Chiefess, but soon she found that her arm wouldn¡¯t budge as the Chiefess¡¯s grip was too tight.
¡°The only reason I didn¡¯t skin you last night was that I came to my senses and saw him there. To make it clear if you didn¡¯t get the idea last night, he¡¯s mine, don¡¯t touch him,¡± Letting go of her shoulder, the Chiefess went to walk away but was stopped by Ourupadia grabbing her shoulder with a strong, vice-like grip of her own.
¡°I wasn¡¯t trying to seduce him. And I meant what I said. I¡¯ll become stronger, and I¡¯ll beat you,¡± Ourupadia retorted. Scoffing, the Chiefess turned and the two locked gazes again. Both the groups of friends took a few steps back as they saw the women glare at each other.
¡°I like to see you try. Do you think you have what it takes to care for him?¡± the Chiefess said, turning to face Ourupadia, slapping her hand off her shoulder as she did so.
¡°I did better than you when we were kids, what will stop me from taking care of him now?¡± Ourupadia said, now not having Charlie around she could afford to let her competitive side out.
¡°Take that back, or I¡¯ll shove this spear up your ass and make you into dinner,¡±
¡°Oohhh my, cannibalism! Weren¡¯t we going to stop that now? Only leave it for the evil was what you said to the tribe?¡±
¡°Well, I did say we can still cook and eat pigs, and I think you look enough like one that I could pass you off as a nice obese hog,¡± the Chiefess responded, taking a step closer to Ourupadia. Ourupadia did the same, challenging the Chiefess to stand her ground.
¡°At least I didn¡¯t get the man I loved almost eaten by Desert Crawlers and then force Nolkonoe to wipe the memory of him getting his leg eaten by a desert crawler, and then the process of Nolkonoe having to care for him for an entire month back in his homeland while she used dark magic to give him a new leg,¡± Ourupadia said, but the Chiefess was silent as she placed her hand onto her knife.
¡°Walk away now, or despite what Charlie may think, I¡¯ll cut your head off and use it as a piss pot,¡± Ourupadia moved to get a knife of her own, readying herself for a fight.
A wrapped around the hand of the Chiefess. Throwing her gaze behind herself, she looked to see Cluupyte holding her hand.
¡°Come, we¡¯re leaving,¡± Cluupyte said, snatching the knife from her hand and dragging her away. Pycleia appeared and snatched Ourupadia away as well.
But all there knew, was the battle between two wolves was only just beginning.
Chapter for Huntress characters (so far)
Ourupadia - one of the loyalist amongst the Huntress clan. A gentle soul who sees her self as the self appointed carer of Charlie. This is mainly from her time as a friend of his as children. Scale of relationship with Charlie between 1-10, would be a 7
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Klipesia - daughter of the lead huntress and heir to the Huntress clan. She wishes for independence for her clan, or to take over the tribe and establish her people as the strongest. She sees herself as a terrifying huntress who wishes to claim Charlie as her prey, this could be seen going back as far as her time with him as children. Scale of relationship with Charlie between 1-10, would be a 4.
Pycleia - leader of the huntresses and mother of Klipesia she is a loyalist towards the Chiefess, but defiantly wouldn''t give up a chance to seize the throne. When Charlie was a child. she acted as a mother figure to care for him. Scale of relationship with Charlie between 1-10, would be a 8 (to her at least).
Chapter for Warrior characters (so far)
Cluupyte - Lead of the Warrior clan. Terrifying but admired, she is one of the clans loyal to the Chiefess. being a close friend/enemy with the leader of the huntress clan, like her she may be loyal, but wouldn''t waist a chance to take power. When Charlie was a child, herself and the huntress leader had taken it upon themselves to be his motherly protectors. This feeling flows over into modern times as she often finds herself wishing to protect Charlie. Scale of relationship with Charlie between 1-10, would be a 8 (like the lead huntress, this is more how she sees their relation ship).
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Felkouyope - daughter of Cluupyte and heir to the warrior clan. Like her mother she is loyal to the Chiefess, but also wouldn''t waist a chance to claim Charlie as a breeding partner and bring him into her clan. Like many of the clan heirs, she knew him as a child, Scale of relationship with Charlie between 1-10, would be a 9 (like her mother, this is more how she sees their relation ship).
Together the two form the leaders of the Warrior clan.
Will also upload one of these for the Vultures before then returning back to the story. Also may do an info sheet on the tribes etc the number of people in the clans and how high the clans are in the tribe. Any way, hope you stick around for that!
Chapter for Vulture characters (so far)
Nolkonoe - the leader of the Vulture clan for five hundred years, she is the leader now, and most likely the leader for another five hundred more. Nolkonoe sees herself as a dominating, yet loving, and motherly figure for Charlie. Few others of the Desert Ghost tribe have seen as many wars as her, let alone had as many pups to populate the tribe. Scale of relationship with Charlie between 1-10, would be a 10. Unlike other people of the tribe, her relationship level is probably one of the only few ones that aren''t obscured by Charlie''s loss of memory from his childhood.
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Phukomeia - daughter of the lead Vulture and heir to the Vulture clan. If they could find a way to, there is little that would stop a Vulture from sleeping with anyone who looks like they could give them a pretty penny. Vultures are well known for sleeping with both men and women to try and squeeze them for as much money as possible. Phukomeia had met Charlie as a child because her mother was doing her practices onto his farther. In a weird weird way, Phukomeia made herself friends with him out of pity originally. But as time went on, she became incredibly close to him.
Scale of relationship with Charlie between 1-10, would be a 9.5 (but like many before, her spices of Wolvanticai get incredibly attached to those they care for. So her relationship level could be more around five or four for Charlie, but as seen, far larger for her).
Three of the four clan leaders!
Also starting tomorrow I will be going back to normal sorties, but at some point I will do one of these for the Forger clan and for Charlie''s family (the Black-Quills)
Chapter 50 – Coppers
¡°How many is that?¡± Charlie said questioned, staring at the pile of coins and coin boxes.
¡°Fifty thousand, that¡¯s for the Vultures,¡± Phukomeia answered.
¡°Then how much for the second load?¡± Charlie asked, looking to the second group.
¡°Fifty thousand,¡± Phukomeia responded, lying back onto the few pillows and furs that were supplied to them by other Vultures.
¡°Fucking hell, now we need to double this amount and we¡¯ll have the right amounts of payment,¡± Charlie said, rubbing the centre of his head. Turning to look at him, Phukomeia crawled to his side. Wrapping her arms around him, she placed a kiss onto his cheek.
¡°You have worked hard today, go and sit back, have a break,¡± Charlie struggled from her arms.
¡°I can¡¯t, I have had three breaks already, and it¡¯s almost mid-day. I can¡¯t let you do my work and carry my burden,¡± he said, allowing her to cuddle him a little more before breaking away.
¡°As a member of the Chiefess¡¯s harem, I can¡¯t allow our favourite pet/husband to be over worked,¡± Phukomeia said, pouncing onto his back. Licking his neck, she made him shiver before dragging him back against the wall.
¡°Adorable,¡± she muttered as she forced him against the wall.
¡°Now if I see you move from there, I¡¯ll bite you,¡± she said, sneering her fangs at him. Smiling, she went back to working. Returning the smile, Charlie relaxed for the hopefully last time against the wall.
¡°Thank you,¡± Charlie said as he allowed Phukomeia to rub her tail against his side. Running his hands through the fur, he felt some deep sense of familiarity.
From the doorway peeked Nolkonoe, a large smile on her face as she locked eyes with Charlie. Putting down the tail that he hadn¡¯t even realised he was playing with; he began to blush heavily.
¡°Having fun?¡± she said, walking over to her daughter. Leaning down, she placed a kiss onto her cheek before turning and walking to Charlie. Sitting by his side, Nolkonoe wrapped her tail around his waist as she threw her arms around him.
¡°My, my, aren¡¯t you having fun~¡± Nolkonoe teased as she ran her hands down his chest.
¡°I guess you are here because you have gathered everyone,¡± Charlie said, pulling himself from her grip as he tried his best to stay calm and professional.
¡°Yes, as have the forgers. They also have some imperial pencils and paper, all we need now are your documents,¡± Nolkonoe said.
¡°There are one thousand in total. I spent most of yesterday and quite a bit of today writing them,¡± Charlie said, a bright smirk on his face as he saw the amazement of Nolkonoe.
¡°Really? All those by yourself?¡± Nolkonoe said, looking down to Charlie with a devious smile.
¡°I¡¯ll need to reward you later,¡± she whispered, placing a kiss onto his lips.
¡°Well, I did give him some help!¡± Phukomeia said, a little annoyed Charlie was getting all the praise.
¡°Don¡¯t worry, I haven¡¯t forgotten you,¡± Nolkonoe said, dragging Charlie to his feet as she quickly moved to the door.
¡°But there is work to be done!¡± Nolkonoe said, leading Charlie out of the room. Outside the room stood a small group of Vultures and Forgers.
¡°So which documents do they need?¡± Nolkonoe said, gesturing to the group as she stepped aside. Charlie straightened his back and smiled awkwardly at the women.
¡°All Vultures will need a classification document, while all Forgers will need a visual identification document,¡± All stared at him with highly raised eyebrows and scrunched up faces. Okay, Charlie thought, gesturing for the women to follow him inside.
Confused by half the words said to them, they followed him through the temple and towards the area where he had made and stored the documents. With a few helpful prods and pokes from Nolkonoe to push him in the right direction, he reached the room which stored his work. Entering, they were greeted first by darkness. Only the small holes of light that allowed smoke from the torches to leave the room gave even a trickle of light.
A few women wielding torches moved around the room, lighting the bowls of wood and other torches that lined the temple walls. Quickly, Charlie wondered to the table where his documents sat in their organised piles. Moving to the first, he picked up a document and gave it to Nolkonoe.
¡°These will be for the Vultures; each box is ladled with the information they will have to find about their chosen person. Each group will have ten of these, and also ten of these two,¡± Charlie said, picking up the visual conformation document for the Forgers to draw on. He also picked up a small slip which was to be given out to the native that they had just documented.
With the help of Nolkonoe, he explained the last of the document papers and how they worked. After placing the Vultures and Forgers into pairs comprising of, one Vulture and one Forger, and giving them their respected documents, they were finally ready. Setting them off, the groups quickly descended with their reluctant partners to start documenting people.
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¡°That was easier than expected,¡± Charlie joked, feeling his legs begin to wobble as his body only now began to process the immense level of exhaustion he had accumulated through his intense work.
Throwing an arm around him, Nolkonoe managed to catch him before he fell onto the floor.
¡°Hey, you alight there?¡± She asked, smiling sheepishly at him as she struggled to hide her concern.
¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± he said as he tried to get back onto his feet, only to almost topple over again.
¡°I think my daughter was right, you need some rest,¡± she said with a smile as she escorted him out of the room.
¡°Your not carrying me,¡± he said, almost reading her mind as she was just about to offer to do so.
¡°Why? It would get us to your home quicker,¡± she explained.
¡°I don¡¯t need to go home, I just need something to eat,¡± he explained as they reached the front of the temple. Looking down the steps, he watched as the Vultures and Forgers were hard at work documenting the tribe¡¯s people. Seeing a faint smile come across his exhausted face, Nolkonoe leapt down and swooped him up and into her arms.
¡°Hey, what did I say!¡± Charlie tried to protest but was quickly silenced by Nolkonoe placing her index finger into his mouth.
¡°Suckle on this and stop complaining!¡± she said in a demanding yet childish tone, knowing this always used to shut him up as a child if he ever played up.
Reluctantly, he complied. Giggling, Nolkonoe notice the look of annoyance in his eyes as he realised that she was right about him needing rest.
¡°No one in the tribe thinks any less of you for doing things like this. They are thankful to you for helping us, and as I said before many vie for you. Not as many since the Chiefess did the mating dance. But since it was a simple version of the dance, thus, to just give the tribe a reminder that you belonged to her, there are still those who see you as potential mating material,¡± Nolkonoe explained as she began to descend the temple steps. Plucking her finger from his mouth, Charlie spoke.
¡°So, is this just one of your ways of seducing me?¡± he questioned, allowing himself to sink into the warmth of her arms.
¡°Maybe, but I wont tell,¡± Nolkonoe said, quickly raising him slightly and rubbing her nose against his.
¡°The Chiefess would be angry if we had sex, but not too angry considering Phukomeia is part of her royal harem. So, I would get a free pass,¡± Nolkonoe said as she stared down at Charlie, licking her lips at him. Shivering, Charlie blushed and turned away from her.
¡°Can I ask you something Charlie?¡± Nolkonoe asked as she held him closer to her chest.
¡°Sure, just give me some breathing room please,¡± he pleaded as he shoved one of her breasts from his face.
¡°Actually, it can wait. Lets get you some wine and food first,¡± Nolkonoe said as a devilish smile came across her lips.
¡°Oh no,¡± he muttered as she began to happily skip down the temple steps. No one this happy could ever have good intentions for him.
Reaching the bottom of the steps, Nolkonoe hopped through the crowd and towards the main area of the village. Peeking around her, Charlie just managed to see her tail wagging wildly from side to side. Oh fuck, she was defiantly thinking of something. Once at the centre of the village, instead of sitting down at one of the tables like he expected her to do, she turned and walked off into the village.
¡°Sorry, but where are we going again?¡± he asked, staring up at Nolkonoe as her grin grew even wider.
¡°To my compound of course,¡±
¡°Why there? I can just get something to eat at the village square, and it will allow me to watch the teams as they document people as well as make sure they are doing it correctly,¡± Charlie said, not wanting to go back to the seamen and blood-soaked area which was the Vulture compound.
¡°Well, I can¡¯t spoil and pamper my little pup for his good work here~¡± Nolkonoe said in her motherly tone while making a pouty face.
¡°Alright, I see where this is going,¡± Charlie said, now in a flight mode as he tried to move from her arms.
¡°Oh, come on! I¡¯m not going to do anything lewd to you!¡± Nolkonoe said, holding him tighter to stop him from running.
¡°Come on! This is one of the few times I can do this as the Chiefess is out hunting,¡± Nolkonoe wined as she arrived at the compound. Charlie had been struggling so much he had failed to notice them getting closer and closer to the area.
¡°Please, just this one time,¡± Nolkonoe said, making a pouty face as she stared down into his eyes. Sighing, and knowing he was doomed to his fate, Charlie submitted.
¡°Only one time,¡± he said, allowing her to happily hope to her compound. Charlie relaxed further as he saw a few of the teams he had created asking and colleting the info of the tribe¡¯s people.
¡°What ever plan you have stirring in your mind better work,¡± Nolkonoe said, using one of her hands that was holding him to point to one of the Forgers. Quickly, Charlie recognised her to be the woman who was standing in for the Forger Leader.
¡°I have a bet with her,¡± she said, moving her hand back to hold him again as she began to walk into the compound.
¡°A bet about how weather or not what ever idea you have works,¡± Nolkonoe said as she walked past the gates of the compound and inside. Smiling, she walked through the compound until she reached a large hut. Feathers of bright colours adorned the walls, as well as images of nude women preforming tribal dances around men. Noticing the look of worry on his face, Nolkonoe placed a kiss onto his forehead.
¡°Don¡¯t worry about that. My home used to be where men and women had orgies before the chosen man or woman was sacrificed. I brought you here because I thought there was no better place to show how much you helped us take our land back has changed our tribe. This hut is where men and women slept for the last time, now it is a home of care and relaxation for us Vultures,¡± Nolkonoe explained as they entered the hut.
Charlie froze as he heard the faint pounding of drums. Moving further and further into the Hut the drums increased in volume as they approached the source. arriving at the centre of the Hut, he was greeted by the lead huntress as well as lead warrior both sitting patiently on a pile of cushions with a handful of women by their sides. Entering the room with Charlie still in her arms, Nolkonoe took a seat at a pile of cushions between the two groups; next to her was her own group of Vultures.
Now sitting in a semi-circle, Charlie decided to speak.
¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± He questioned, staring at the painted bodies and faces of the lead women.
¡°We wish to tell you something that we think is long overdue,¡± Nolkonoe said, looking to the other clan leaders for reassurance. Luckily, they nodded back to her giving their permission for her to begin her story.
¡°This is a story about when you first came into our tribe, and how the Chiefess and many others fell for you such a young age. We would also like to tell you about how we almost got you killed,¡± Nolkonoe said, begging her brutal account of his childhood with them.
Chapter 51 – Beginning of trauma
¡°I assume you have figured out or theorised that you spent some time with our tribe as a child?¡± Nolkonoe questioned.
¡°I guess,¡± Charlie said, noticing several warriors standing by the doorway. They made a line towards the exit of the house. They were a line of communication in case the Chiefess or one of the clan leaders¡¯ daughters arrived.
¡°But why does this matter? I was here, then my father made a deal to sell me to your tribe. My family don¡¯t care for me, nor do they love me, you have made that clear. And what¡¯s with all this security? I¡¯m not going to try and run,¡± Charlie said, his eyes locking onto the several armed Vultures standing next to him.
Keeping eye contact, Nolkonoe could see he was beginning to get annoyed as he almost glared at her. It seemed that bringing up his family selling him was still a touchy subject. Understandable, but a hindrance to what they were doing. Her eyes flashed a deep purple, and like air leaving a balloon, all anger and annoyance inside of him deflated.
¡°Let''s start from the beginning,¡± Nolkonoe said, taking in a deep breath.
¡°When you arrived, your father originally planned to stay with us for a week, but in actuality, that week turned into two, then into a month, then three,¡± she explained. Shuffling in his seat, Charlie saw the morbid seriousness in the eyes of Nolkonoe. Keeping eye contact with Nolkonoe, he tried to process what she was saying. Three months? Impossible, why wouldn¡¯t he remember such a seemingly important span of time.
¡°I... Don¡¯t remember any of that,¡± Charlie said, looking down into the corner as he racked his mind for even the slightest of memory of that time.
¡°You wouldn¡¯t. I used a spell of mine to wipe your memory of back then,¡±
¡°Why?¡± Charlie questioned as Nolkonoe, and the other clan leaders looked down solemnly.
¡°I¡ We have brought you here today to tell you about all of what happened to you. As I said, you almost died because of our tribe and our negligence to look after you,¡± Nolkonoe said, her ears and tail dropping as she put out her arms to him.
¡°Come here, I won''t hold you while I yell at you. I think that way I can look after you better,¡±
¡°You mean to use those eyes on me?¡± Nolkonoe blushed bashfully as he said this.
¡°I thought you would have noticed those. Don¡¯t worry, they only make you feel one of two emotions based on whatever I want you to feel. They will make you feel happiness or sadness, but I only ever use a faint version of the happy one to calm you,¡± Nolkonoe explained, still holding her arms out to welcome him.
¡°So, what happened to me as a child,¡± Charlie said, keeping in his place. Nolkonoe lowered her arms as she saw a criticising look of curiosity come over Charlie¡¯s face.
¡°It began when you first arrive. You were quickly befriended by the Chiefess, or at the time, simple the heir to the Chiefess, Etasose.¡± Nolkonoe began her tale as she calmed herself.
¡°Just as quickly as you befriended her, she became smitten with you. Each hour of every day she wanted to spend time playing and exploring with you,¡± Smiling, Nolkonoe chuckled.
¡°Each day you would return him with hundreds of cuts and bruises and Etasose would be crying her head off about how she was sorry for hurting you,¡± and with those few words, she began to explain the story in detail.
It was two weeks into him living in the village when he had one of affection of Klipesia, the daughter of the lead warrior, Phukomeia as well as the lead Forger. With Etasose, these five became quick friends. One day, the five were dragging a young Charlie through the village. They planned to show him a Desert Crawler nest that they had found. The na?ve boy didn¡¯t know what a Desert Crawler was, so he was excited to go and see them.
Throwing a blanket over him in a poor effort to hide him, the excited girls took him towards the edge of the tribe¡¯s village.
¡°Keep him low, we are almost there,¡± Klipesia whispered back to the heir to the Forgers, Xasuyle as the young girl gripped his hand. Confused, slightly annoyed, but overall happy to have found some friends, Charlie smiled and followed the girls.
Reaching the sides of the wooden walls that surrounded their village, they sneaked towards a large crack in the wooden fence. Etasose and Klipesia lifted the piece of wood, allowing Charlie, Xasuyle and the heir to the warriors, Felkouyope to slip through.
¡°Now then, who do I tell about this little game of yours?¡± a voice said, stopping all girls in their tracks. Turning, they all saw the lead warrior Cluupyte and the lead Vulture Nolkonoe staring down at them.
¡°What are you doing? I thought you were just going for a walk to show our guest around the village?¡± Nolkonoe said sternly as she locked eyes with Etasose.
¡°So, where were you going?¡± Nolkonoe said, moving her gaze from the terrified Etasose to the blanket-covered boy.
¡°We¡ just wanted to show him something cool we found,¡± Etasose said, stepping in front of Charlie in a poor attempt to hide him.
¡°Where exactly were you taking him?¡± Nolkonoe continued.
¡°To see something cool,¡± Etasose said, dodging the question.
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¡°What were you going to show him Etasose,¡± Nolkonoe said, straining her voice as she gave a condescending glance down at the girl.
¡°Just something we found,¡± Etasose said, awkwardly looking away. Nolkonoe sighed as she walked over to Etasose. Placing her hand onto the blanket covering Charlie, she ripped the blanket away. A confused but amused Charlie smiled up at Nolkonoe. Completely ignorant of what was happening, his smile grew wider as Nolkonoe crouched by his side and began to check his arms and legs for any injuries.
¡°Why do this Etasose!¡± Nolkonoe said, raising her voice as she saw a cut along his leg.
¡°We just wanted to show him a Desert Crawler nest! It was abandoned but there was still some fur that I wanted to give him¡¡± Etasose said, staring down the ground as she retreated to the side of the taller Felkouyope.
¡°Sorry Nolkonoe,¡± Felkouyope said, placing a reassuring hand onto Etasose¡¯s head.
¡°Don¡¯t think you are safe either!¡± Cluupyte said, towering over the two girls while glaring at Phukomeia, Klipesia and Xasuyle.
¡°Why risk going to a Desert Crawler nest!¡± Nolkonoe yelled at Etasose.
¡°I thought he would find it cool!¡± Etasose yelled back.
¡°Do you even know the risks of doing this! Do you think he knows the risks!¡± Nolkonoe continued.
¡°YES! And look at him! he is more than willing to go with us!¡± Etasose barked back, her ears and tails beginning to show as she lost control of her magic.
¡°Don¡¯t you even think about doing that!¡± Nolkonoe said, stepping in front of her to hide her wolf form from Charlie.
¡°You begged and pleaded for me at the end of the week to convince his father and your mother to allow him to stay for a while longer, and I did. Now you take that trust of mine and place him in danger! If there is still fur in the nest, it means that the Desert Crawler just shed its fur and will probably come back!¡± Nolkonoe barked at her, knowing it wasn¡¯t unusual for people to get attacked while going to a Desert Crawler nest that they thought to be abandoned. The creatures only ever shed their fur as a way to trick predators into thinking that the fur was one of their pups. Usually, this would lead any of the large birds in the area to attack the fur rather than the Desert Crawler pups.
¡°And anyway, how did you even ask him! you don¡¯t even speak English!¡± She asked, crossing her arms as she watched Etasose go back into her human form.
¡°I¡ did ask him!¡± Etasose said reactively.
¡°Okay then, tell me something in English,¡± Nolkonoe said, smirking as she saw Etasose¡¯s eyes dart around, trying to remember any words in English.
¡°So, what you are telling me is that you talked to him in English, without knowing English, then got a response from him in English, that you understood without knowing English?¡± Nolkonoe said, knowing she had her trapped.
¡°Come, we¡¯ll be talking to your mother, and that goes for all of you,¡± Nolkonoe said, narrowing her eyes at Phukomeia.
¡°What about Charlie?¡± Etasose asked, placing a hand onto his arm and pulling him to her side.
¡°I am revoking your Charlie privileges for a week, and that goes for all of you,¡± Nolkonoe said. As the girls began to yell and protest, a quick sneer and growl from Cluupyte were enough to shut them up. Like prisoners being transported, they were placed into a single file and the two women began to lead them away.
Nolkonoe held Charlie¡¯s hand as they walked.
¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Charlie asked innocently to Nolkonoe after a while of walking.
¡°Oh nothing,¡± Nolkonoe said, giving his hand a little squeeze as she smiled down at him.
¡°Why did you yell at the girls?¡± he asked, holding the blanket they had given him to his chest.
¡°They were just being naughty,¡± Nolkonoe reassured as she used her other hand to ruffle his hair. Tears swelled in his eyes as he stopped walking.
¡°Am I in trouble then?¡± he asked, staring up into her eyes. Feeling her heart pound at the adorable face of the boy as he began to cry, Nolkonoe¡¯s motherly instincts kicked in. Nodding for Cluupyte to continue with the girls without her, she dropped down and wrapped her arms around him.
¡°You¡¯re an amazing little thing, just adorable, you have done nothing wrong!¡± she said as she hugged the crying boy.
¡°You have done nothing wrong,¡± Nolkonoe said, placing a loving kiss on his forehead. Charlie though continued to cry as he believed the girls to be in serious trouble. Which they were, but his overly gentle heart and lack of understanding of the danger they were about to place him into made him overly sympathetic.
¡°Please don¡¯t cry,¡± Nolkonoe whispered as she allowed him to nuzzle his face into her neck.
¡°Please don¡¯t be angry,¡± Charlie said, allowing Nolkonoe to lift him into her arms.
¡°I¡¯m not angry, I¡¯m not! Now come on, let''s get some of that nice meat you like, and you will stop crying, yes?¡± She questioned, beaming a smile at him. Quietly he thought but then nodded, thinking this also applied to the girls somehow.
¡°Great, now come on,¡± she said as she cradled the boy in her arms as began to walk off.
For a while, they walked until they reached the training grounds. By a tall tree sat Pycleia with a handful of her huntresses and other daughters. Upon seeing Nolkonoe approach, Pycleia smiled. Her smile widened even further as she saw a small boy cradled in her arms.
¡°Can I help you with anything?¡± Pycleia asked as Nolkonoe reached her side.
¡°Your daughter Klipesia was trying to sneak off with some others to take him to a Desert Crawler nest,¡± Pycleia rolled her eyes as Nolkonoe explained the situation.
¡°I¡¯ll give her a good talking too, but may I ask why you bring the boy?¡± Pycleia asked, now annoyed at knowing she was going to have to discipline her daughter.
¡°I would like you to watch him while I get some food and drink for the poor thing. I also know you and your pups here would probably want to play a little with him to cheer him up. He somehow thinks he is in trouble for what they did so playing a little with him would probably calm him,¡± Nolkonoe said with a smile as she ran her fingers through his hair. Smiling, Pycleia put out her arms.
¡°I¡¯ll dedicate some time to him,¡± she said, and this the reassurance, she handed Pycleia the trembling Charlie.
¡°Hey little guy!¡± she said as she smiled down at the trembling boy. Charlie sat quietly as a small horde of child Huntresses surrounded him, each smiling and poking at the boy to see how he would react. Sighing and hoping she had made the right decision, Nolkonoe wandered off to go and get him some food.
A young girl holding a bow leapt through the crowd and to the side of Charlie. Other girls as well as some older girls and women all poked and prodded down at him.
¡°Calm yourselves girls, you''re making him worried,¡± Pycleia said as she noticed the girl holding the bow.
¡°Ourupadia, would you mind taking care of him for a while until this lot clam down,¡± Pycleia asked, helping the boy to his feet, and giving him a little push towards Ourupadia. Only a few years older, she smiled and took him away from the crowd. Thinking he was out of earshot, Pycleia wasted no time reprimanding the girls for being overly energetic.
As he was dragged away by Ourupadia, Charlie looked up at the far taller girl.
¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± he asked, still confused by all the strange words being said by the native women. Not understanding his words but getting an idea that he was probably asking either where they were going or what her name was, she pointed to a small training field off to the side of the main field as well as saying her name.
¡°Ourupadia,¡± she said with a gentle smile that immediately relaxed the boy.
Chapter 52 – Beginning of trauma part 2
The twang of an arrow sounded as Ourupadia fired an arrow at the target. A child Charlie sat under a tree, looking on with amazement as the arrow hit the centre of the target. Noticing the boy smiling, Ourupadia fired another arrow into the target. Like the first it hit the centre of the target. Smiling, Charlie clapped. She wasn¡¯t sure why he did the strange motion, but it seemed to be his way of showing he enjoyed her archery.
She was eight, and she made even some of the older huntresses jealous of her early skill. Wanting to show off to her knew friend further, she ran to his side. Seeing her approach, Charlie quickly grabbed some of the arrows brought to them by the lead Huntress. Putting out his hands, he offered the arrows out to her.
¡°Do you think they will get along well?¡± Nolkonoe questioned the lead huntress as they stood under one of the many trees. Smiling, they watched Charlie and Ourupadia from a distance.
¡°Probably, that outsider is easy to entertain,¡± Pycleia responded. Nolkonoe slapped her on the arm.
¡°He has a name,¡±
¡°An outsider name that has no meaning behind it,¡±
¡°Well, that¡¯s why they have last names,¡±
¡°And what does his last name even mean? Black-Quill! What does that mean? Their family has a treasured headdress of black feathers, the feathers being from a slain wild beast. No! it means that they are pirates turned merchants!¡± Pycleia said, getting her another hit in the arm from Nolkonoe.
¡°Be nicer to him! the Chiefess says that there is a high chance she may have him marry her daughter!¡± Nolkonoe said, knowing that higher status was the only way to make her stop her comments.
¡°Any way, the boy is still a boy. A male outsider who is weak. I love caring for such an adorable little guy such as him, but even you have to admit that it will have little to no use in the future,¡± Pycleia said, again getting a hard hit into the arm by Nolkonoe.
¡°He may be useless, but he brings joy to us. I saw the look on your face when he cuddled into your arms,¡± Nolkonoe said, smirking as she knew that Pycleia also enjoyed caring for the puppy like boy.
¡°Our children grow up so fast, I have to admit it is nice having some one who relies on us so much,¡± Pycleia said, smiling as she stared at the young boy.
Very few women gave birth to Children, thus there weren¡¯t many men in the tribe, let alone male children. This environment had led many to wonder what it was like to have such a rare specimen. With this knowledge in mind, it was easy to explain why several large groups of the native women sat at distance, staring at the boy as he enthusiastically watched Ourupadia firing arrows at the target.
¡°Amazing,¡± Charlie muttered with a smile as Ourupadia walked back towards him.
Grabbing the remaining arrows, he offered them out to her. Even though she had been firing arrows for two hours now with Charlie sitting patiently the entire time in the scorching sun, she still wanted to show off to him further as she saw how excited it made him. Taking the arrows, she stopped as she noticed how red his face was. Her eyes darted around until they landed on Nolkonoe.
Waving to her, she quickly caught of Nolkonoe. Noticing the look of concern on her face, Nolkonoe walked swiftly to her side.
¡°Is he meant to do that?¡± Ourupadia questioned as she pointed to the sun burnt Charlie. Gasping, Nolkonoe swopped him into her arms.
¡°OH Goddess, how could I be so negligent!¡± she said as she quickly hurried Charlie off to the shade of the tropical tree line.
¡°What¡¯s happening?¡± Ourupadia said, gripping her bow tightly as she ran after her.
A frown started to form over the girl¡¯s face as she saw Nolkonoe sit the boy in the shade of the tree. Under the tree, it seemed as if all his sun burns were now highlighted on his pale skin. Ourupadia¡¯s eyes widened as she saw this. Sprinting over to Charlie, she dove to his side.
¡°Nolkonoe! What¡¯s happened to him? why has he gone that colour?¡± Ourupadia pleaded to Nolkonoe.
¡°Don¡¯t worry about it, this kind of things happens to the outsiders a fair bit. Since there are from the west and north, their skin is far paler and not designed to stay in the Desert sun like this,¡± Nolkonoe explained as she lifted Charlie into the air before sitting down and placing him onto her lap. Ourupadia threw herself onto the legs of Charlie, doing her best to prevent the sun from touching him.
¡°I¡¯ll help keep him safe!¡± Ourupadia said, using her body to hide him from the few rays of sunlight that managed to penetrate the treetops. Laughing, Nolkonoe tried to convince her that it wasn¡¯t necessary to be so protective, but Ourupadia was having none of it as she refused to relinquish her grip of her new friend.
By the entrance that separated the training grounds from the rest of the village, Etasose crouched on all fours. She had slipped away from her guards and now sniffed the air furiously. His scent was strong, the scent of her friend, Charlie. Smiling, she smelt his lingering scent in the air. Mindlessly, she sprinted after the smell.
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Stopping in her tacks, she stared on at Charlie under a tree. Ourupadia and Nolkonoe were wrapped around him, both using wet cloths to tend to his burns. Why was he smiling? That was all Etasose could think as she stared at his grinning face. Why was he enjoying himself with someone that wasn¡¯t her? Again, Etasose felt rage flow through her as she saw Nolkonoe smiling.
Was this a trick? She hadn¡¯t wanted them to go out to see the nest because she had wanted Charlie for herself. Etasose stared blankly at Nolkonoe. She had betrayed her¡ Storming over to them, Etasose locked eyes with Nolkonoe.
¡°Mine,¡± she said, leaping past Ourupadia and grabbing the arm of Charlie.
¡°Etasose!¡± Nolkonoe shouted as she pulled Charlie away from her. She could see the look of anger spreading across the girl¡¯s face.
¡°How dare you play with him! he is my friend!¡± Etasose shouted back, maybe even a little louder than Nolkonoe.
¡°Oh, I see,¡± Nolkonoe said, smiling sympathetically to Etasose.
¡°Don¡¯t worry, it¡¯s getting dark, and I¡¯ll take him to bed soon. Now aren¡¯t you meant to be with your mother?¡± Nolkonoe said, moving to calm the situation and swoop Charlie into her arms. Snarling and locking eyes with Ourupadia, Etasose nodded to Nolkonoe.
¡°Take him back to my house, I want to spend time with him,¡± Etasose said as she broke eye contact with Ourupadia.
¡°Of course, but don¡¯t think you are out of trouble, you¡¯ll still have to talk to your mother,¡± Nolkonoe explained as she began to walk off with Charlie cradled in her arms and Etasose by her side.
¡°What were you thinking!¡± the Chiefess yelled down at Etasose. Snarling, she turned her face from her mother.
Nolkonoe and the Chiefess scolded Etasose loudly, but Charlie sat distracted in the corner as two of the Vulture women played games with small wooden crafted toys.
¡°I¡¯m sorry¡¡± Etasose responded quietly as she kept her eyes fixed onto the ground.
¡°AH! Go to your room, Charlie will be staying in the guest room tonight!¡± the Chiefess yelled at her daughter.
¡°Sorry¡¡± Etasose said, keeping her face turned down to hide her growing anger. Sighing, her mother rubbed her forehead.
¡°Go to your room, I want to examine the boy and make sure he isn¡¯t hurt!¡± her mother yelled one final time before Nolkonoe ushered her off into the house and to her room.
Turning from watching her daughter leave, the Chiefess hurried over to Charlie. Dropping down to his side she ran her fingers through his hair, getting his attention. Flickering for a moment his large emerald eyes, this smile quickly spread over his face as he saw the woman who he had known for such a small amount of time yeah did far motherly to him than his own mother.
¡°Hello!¡± he said, before turning and allowing her to wrap her arms around him.
¡°I¡¯m so, so, so sorry that Etasose almost dragged you into a mess today,¡± she whispered to him as she held him tightly. Still not understanding was so dangerous about him going off to play with his close friend, he only pulled back slightly from her and smiled.
¡°Don¡¯t apologise, it was fun! I like playing games with Etasose,¡± he said ignorant too his almost near-death experience. Seeing this ignorance, the Chiefess decided it was best to just allow him to live in his innocent world.
¡°I know, but don¡¯t always follow her. She maybe loving and kind, and fun to be around, but she has no sense of how fragile you are,¡± the Chiefess said, using her hands to cup either side of his face and make him look at her.
¡°Okay¡¡± he said, his young mind not taking into account what she was saying.
¡°You¡¯re a good boy, be careful, and stay out of the sun!¡± the Chiefess said, swooping him into her arms.
¡°Lets get you a cold bath and cool that scorching skin of ours, huh?¡± she said, smiling as she began to walk off with him.
Two hours later, and it was dark. Their bath hadn¡¯t lasted long, and the Chiefess quickly tucked him into the fur of their guest bed. Standing over him, the Chiefess looked down lovingly onto Charlie. A warm and gentle smile spread the sub-consciously crossed lips. Entering the room, Nolkonoe went to speak, but stopped as she saw the Chiefess look down on Charlie. After a little while longer, the leader Forger, Ases entered and began to watch in silence.
¡°You want to say anything?¡± Ases said, finally breaking the silence.
¡°He is adorable, isn¡¯t he?¡± Nolkonoe said from the doorway. Turning, the Chiefess beamed a smile at her friends. Getting up from Charlie¡¯s side, she gave him once last wave. His eyes lids felt heavy as he struggled to keep them open, but still he gave a little wave back to her.
As soon as the Chiefess stepped out of the room, Ases threw her arms around her.
¡°Let¡¯s go to bed, I have a little surprise for you,¡± Ases said with a smirk as she placed a kiss onto her cheek. Giggling, she grabbed Ases¡¯s ass before walking with her two partners towards their bedroom.
Around a corner of a room in the hut, Etasose poked out her head. For a while she waited until she heard her mother beginning to do their weird dance, she did with auntie Nolkonoe and Ases. Once she heard them, she snuck into the main room, then around the corner and into Charlie¡¯s room. Leaping to his side, she placed a hand over his mouth as she shook him awake.
¡°What?¡± a tiered Charlie groaned, but before he could resist, Etasose already had him dragged from the bed and dressed into a pair of shirt and trousers.
¡°Where are we going?¡± he asked sleepily as she dragged him out the room. Without a word, she dragged him down the stairs and out of the hut. Once out of the hut, she dragged him down the steps of their home.
The guards slept at the bottom of the steps, each of them having been drugged by Etasose. She may have been young, but she was smart and knew very well where her mother kept drugs for rituals. After slipping easily past the guards, they manoeuvred through the village. Every now and then they slipped into some shadows to hide from roaming natives, before Etasose slipped out and dragged Charlie towards the edge of the village.
Charlie¡¯s legs stiffed as he saw the tall wooden pike that made a fence around the tribe. Quickly he noticed where they were. It was the same place they had tried to leave through before but for reasons unknown to him, she had stopped them. Noticing he had stopped, Etasose turned to look at Charlie.
¡°Come on!¡± she yelled, but she quickly realised that he couldn¡¯t understand. Sighing, she got annoyed at her own forgetfulness that he couldn¡¯t understand.
¡°Nolkonoe was just overreacting, you are safe!¡± she said, knowing he didn¡¯t understand but she hoped that her soft tone could reassure him. Her plan worked as he calmed and began to follow her through the small break in the wooden wall.
Moonlight highlighted them against the shadows as they slipped out of the village and into the open desert plain. Giggling excitedly, Etasose gripped his arm tightly as she began to sprint through the desert.
Chapter 53 – Trauma and deception
¡°Don¡¯t be so scared!¡± Etasose yelled as she stared at the cave opening. Charlie stood a little behind her, shuffling in place. Staring at Etasose, he couldn¡¯t help but wonder whether or not he should follow the excited girl.
The dark, jagged spikes that hung over the gaping entrance warned him away. The dark, seemingly endless blackness inside also worded him off.
¡°Please¡ can we just go back?¡± Charlie said in vain as Etasose grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the cave.
¡°Weak, you¡¯re lucky you have me,¡± she answered in her native tongue.
Dragging him towards the cave, she finally stopped as they reached the mouth. Tapping his arm, Etasose raised a hand to him, signalling from him to wait for her. She knew from what Nolkonoe had told her that humans struggled to see in the dark. Since they struggled so much, she knew it was best to leave the already terrified boy outside.
Interpreting her gesture correctly, Charlie was more than willing to not enter to cave and stay in the safety of the outdoors.
¡°Don¡¯t worry human friend! I¡¯ll return soon with the Desert Crawler fur, and I shall present it to you as a gift!¡± Etasose said loudly to herself more than Charlie considering he didn¡¯t understand her.
Shaking, Charlie watched as Etasose wondered off into the cave. She was gone, just like that he was alone. Quite, he kept his eyes locked onto the opening of the cave. Snapping around, Charlie stared at the mounds of white sand a couple of meters away from him. The wind was picking up, causing the sand to whip and blow against the small bushes and taller, firmer rocks.
Amongst these sounds of scratching and whistling, he could swear there was the soft sounds of sniffing. No, it was just his thoughts running wild. Running his hands along the bottom of his shirt, he looked at the uneven length of his shirt. Etasose had dragged him out of the bed and gotten him dressed so quickly that she hadn¡¯t even done his buttons up correctly, thus making the bottom of his shirt uneven.
Beginning from the bottom, he began to undo his shirt buttons in order to do them back up correctly. In his young mind, he found it best to simply focus on the buttons instead of the weird sounds of the desert. There it was again, the sounds of sniffing and rustling. He was only six, but he knew better than to allow his imagination to run wild. It was again simply the wind.
Coughing, a heavy musk flowed down over Charlie¡¯s head. Coughing some more and spluttering on the ground, he froze as a long, wet, dollop fell onto his head. Shaking, he looked up to the night sky. He could see the stars, there wasn¡¯t even a could in sight. It wasn¡¯t raining. Glancing slowly over his shoulder, he locked eyes with the open maw of a beast.
Leaping back, he screamed as fangs sank into his shoulder, and then another set into his left leg. Deep within the cave, his screams echoed, summoning Etasose. Locking her eyes onto the beasts as they tore and bit at the flesh of Charlie. Her confused, terrified eyes locked with that of Charlie¡¯s.
¡°Charlie!¡± she screamed as she scurred onto the sand. Finally, she grabbed a sharp looking stone and charged. Closing his eyes, he began to relinquish to his fate. She was so far away, too far away.
Smiling, he must have begun to hallucinate. He could have sworn he saw a large wolf like tail and tall wolfish ears appear on Etasose. He had always liked dogs¡
His eyes widened as blood splattered onto his face as Etasose leapt onto one of the desert crawlers. In her hand, he saw a sharp stone burying into the eye of the creature. Stabbing and slashing, she wrapped her legs around the head of the creature as she began to hack at its face. The entire time she let out ear pricing growls and howls.
How long had it been? Was all Charlie could think as he lost all feeling in his legs and arms. Using what strength he had, he looked to the side. A Desert Crawler was biting and ripping into¡ tears swelled in his eyes as he saw the creature devouring his arm. Again, he looked on confused as the creature stopped biting and fell to the floor. An arrow had pierced its skull.
Yells and howls shook the night as a small army of wolf-like looking women joined the fray. Arms wrapped around him, lifting him and carrying him from the battle. Raising his eyes, he saw a petrified Ourupadia and the teary eyes of Phukomeia. Dragging him from the battle, the two girls threw him into the arms of Nolkonoe and just as quickly Pycleia was at her side.
¡°What happened?¡± Pycleia screamed, seeing the chest was nothing more than a few strands of flesh away from being torn open.
¡°Get all the priestesses, the Chiefess and all medicine women!¡± Nolkonoe barked as she held the delicate body of Charlie.
¡°Your so lucky we heard your howls!¡± Nolkonoe stuttered, doing her best to hold back her tears.
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¡°What?¡± he said quietly. He couldn¡¯t understand her, but then again even if he could understand her language, all sound was starting to muffle as the sounds of his heart beating filled his ears.
¡°Placing some leaves down! We need to heal him now!¡± Ases yelled as she ran to his side to join her comrades in healing the mutilated boy.
¡°Three months,¡± Nolkonoe said, stopping her account of the story as she looked up at a dumfounded Charlie.
¡°It took us three months to heal all your wounds,¡±
¡°Fuck¡¡± he responded quietly, realising all memories of childhood were taken away due to one person, Etasose.
¡°Do not be angry at her, it was my lack of skills to erase exact parts of your memory that made you lose all those six years,¡± Nolkonoe said, as if she was predicting his thoughts.
¡°But if Etasose hadn¡¯t,¡± Charlie was cut off by Cluupyte wrapping her arms around him.
¡°I understand how you feel. But for those entire three months, neither did Ourupadia or Etasose leave your side. Neither did my daughter, Felkouyope, or Xasuyle or even Klipesia,¡± Cluupyte ran her fingers through his hair as the tribe¡¯s women surrounded him. Nolkonoe Placed a soft kiss onto his forehead.
¡°For the time being, that is all our secrets we have to share,¡± Nolkonoe took in a deep breath as she placed a hand onto either side of his face. Raising his head so that he looked her in the eyes, she smiled at him.
¡°I¡¯ll always look after you, and I hope us telling you this makes you place more trust in us and in our tribe. We care for you, like mothers to a son,¡± Nolkonoe said, wanting to make him feel better but also feeling a little bad for using his lack of a mother figure as a point of persuasiveness.
¡°We¡¯ll all care for you,¡± Pycleia said, placing a soft kiss onto his cheek.
¡°Just don¡¯t be angry, okay? And we¡¯ll make sure that everything is put right,¡± Pycleia continued as she followed the lead of Nolkonoe and placed another kiss onto his cheek. Charlie said nothing in return. Pycleia looked to Nolkonoe, who then returned the gaze.
¡°Are you angry?¡± Nolkonoe questioned.
¡°I¡¡± Charlie looked down for a moment in contemplation.
¡°I want to be. But I can¡¯t,¡± he said, smiling slightly at the shocked expressions of the women.
¡°Why? We took six years of memories away from you?¡± Cluupyte said, almost wanting him to be angry with her.
¡°But I can¡¯t remember that time. So, if there is nothing to remember, then have I really lost anything?¡± he said, knowing if he was to dwell on the past, he would never be able to move to the future.
¡°Thank you, for telling this. I guess you don¡¯t want me to hold it against the Chiefess?¡± he said, smiling slightly as he looked to Nolkonoe.
¡°Please just act as if we said nothing,¡± Nolkonoe said, placing a kiss onto his other cheek.
¡°it¡¯s alright, I won¡¯t say anything,¡± the three women smiled to each other as he spoke.
¡°Alright then, while the Vultures and Forgers work, I think we can have a little chat,¡± Nolkonoe said as she bit his ear.
¡°About what?¡± Charlie said quietly as the women¡¯s tails fluttered around him, making a small wall to stop his movement.
¡°We just want to make sure you are nice and well rewarded and well compensated for what happened to you,¡± Cluupyte said, placing a kiss onto his neck as the three women began to run their hands across him.
¡°I think I should go,¡± he said, trying to move, but getting stopped by the tail of Pycleia.
¡°Oh please, just sit with for a while! We are very motherly creatures, but we rarely get to spoil something as adorable as you. So please, just until the Vultures are finished,¡± Nolkonoe pleaded.
¡°I have also said everything to the Chiefess about what you have planned, as well as arranged for you to meet in the square to give out the money,¡± Nolkonoe continued.
Seeing the looks of excitement in the women¡¯s eyes, he curled into the fur of Nolkonoe.
¡°Just on one condition, you won¡¯t be angry at my speech that I wish to give to the tribe,¡± Charlie said, smiling towards the women.
Not sure why he wanted them to agree, but they nodded and agreed. Together the group tackled him. Pinning him against the tail of Nolkonoe, the women began to take their positions. Charlie lay across Nolkonoe¡¯s tail while she lay next to him. Her fingers ran through his hair as she placed a few soft kisses onto his forehead.
Pycleia leapt off to get a bowl of fruit while Cluupyte lay by his side.
¡°Good boy,¡± Nolkonoe whispered lovingly as she began to rub his head with her hands.
Soon the three women had gathered and began their motherly care of him. Hours past of the three as they stroked the chest and hair of Charlie, while another took a turn feeding him.
¡°He is an adorable thing,¡± Nolkonoe said lovingly as she ran her fingers through his hair.
¡°How long has it been now?¡± Cluupyte said, grabbing the fifth bowl of berries to give to Charlie.
¡°A few good hours now. But I say we do another few to give the Vultures some time,¡± Nolkonoe said as she nuzzled into his side. Pycleia had now taken up the post of being the one to stroke his hair, while Cluupyte kept her favourite roll of feeding him.
¡°Sorry, but I don¡¯t think I can eat anymore,¡± Charlie said, trying to sit up, only to be swept back down by Nolkonoe¡¯s tail.
¡°Just a few more cuddles. I haven¡¯t had one this good in so long!¡± Nolkonoe said sleepily as she went back to cuddling into his side.
¡°It has literally been hours. Just stop, it will be best for all of us,¡±
¡°No!¡± the three women replied, their tails straightening as they glared at him.
¡°Sor¡± Charlie was cut off by the cloth hanging over the entrance of the hut was pulled to the side. Phukomeia stepped into the hut, scowling slightly as she saw her mother hanging herself over Charlie.
¡°I won¡¯t ask,¡± she began, ¡°but we have gotten the information you wanted,¡± Phukomeia said, gesturing for him to leave. Seeing the guards of the women drop, he leapt to his feet and sprinted from the hut.
¡°Thank you very much, would you mind getting me the contract, money as well as gather everyone at the village centre,¡± Charlie said as he dusted off juice from the berries that stained parts of his shirt. Sighing, Phukomeia complied with his demands.
Not soon later, the workers and other villagers were gathered at the village centre. Charlie stood on the dancer stage while the money was by his side. Contract in hand, he looked over the crowd. Taking in a deep breath, he was ready to revel his plan.
¡°Thank you all very much for working with me,¡± Charlie raised the contract and presented it to the tribe.
¡°As of signing this contract,¡± Charlie took in another deep breath, ¡°the Vulture and Forger clan have signed away all their rights a people, thus making them slaves to me,¡± Charlie said, a dismal silence hanging over the crowd.
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Chapter 54 – A vie for respect
Nolkonoe stared at Charlie, the crowd of Forgers and Vultures did as well. Despite there being over two hundred present, not including the rest of the tribe, not a signal one spoke as they processed what he had just said. Even Nolkonoe was having a hard time believing what she had just translated.
¡°For five days I have brought the entire Vulture and forger clan,¡± those were his words.
¡°Why?¡± Phukomeia broke the tense silence.
¡°Simple, I wanted to get my point across,¡± Charlie said, his usual soft detainer and attitude not even present in the slightest.
¡°But why do this? Why trick us into signing those contacts! We trusted you!¡± Phukomeia screamed back, not being able to handle the fact he had betrayed them in such away.
¡°I want to help the tribe, but I knew that your tribe trusts actions far more than words. So I took action to get my point across,¡± Charlie calmly replied.
¡°By making us into slaves!¡± Phukomeia barked, beginning to storm towards Charlie.
¡°Only for five days. Now think about this, what if I had put five weeks? Or five months, or even five years?¡± Charlie said, Nolkonoe translating his every word to the mixture of scared, confused and angered tribe¡¯s people.
¡°Then I would punish you and beat you until you called he master!¡± Phukomeia said, moving to approach him. A hand grabbed her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. Turning, she looked to see the Chiefess holding her.
¡°Listen to him, I want to understand why he did this,¡± the Chiefess muttered in her native tongue as she kept her eyes locked onto Charlie.
¡°I want to prevent the tribe from being scammed again. That¡¯s all. And I know that this all seems bad, but as I said before, I wanted to show you the dangers of being scammed by scamming you and showing you the potential impact, it could have. And if let''s say you tried to attack me, I could have already sent one of these documents off to the Merchant Union and have summoned an army to support me,¡± Charlie explained.
¡°You could have just told us! We will always listen to you!¡± Nolkonoe said, finally speaking up.
¡°Yes, you would have. But you wouldn¡¯t have taken it seriously. Your tribe is a proud people, I can tell that. So, if I just talled you this, you would think I was just worrying and brush it off as you are so proud of yourselves you would think that you wouldn¡¯t fall for the same scams again,¡± Charlie said, raising the contract and ripping it in half. The tribe watched as he ripped the contract into small, confetti-like pieces.
¡°I¡I don¡¯t want to be treated as weak. I want you to acknowledge me as someone who can be of use, not just a toy,¡± Charlie said, taking a few deep breaths as he nervously shuffled in place. Keeping his arms by his side, he locked eyes with Nolkonoe. Smiling, she nodded to him.
¡°I¡¯m innocent minded, na?ve to the horrors your tribe has faced and because of that, you all see me like a dog, a puppy more like, and a pet. Thus, if I simply told you, you would just see an over-conscious puppy worrying for nothing. Now think back to what you all thought when I said I would help fight the Region Lord. You never said it, but I knew the majority of you all thought I would fail, yet I delivered and how did you thank me? Carry on treating me like a pet, maybe with a little more respect and privilege. So, if I wanted to show to you all the point, I needed to act less like a pup, and more like a wolf,¡± Charlie said, staring bravely down at the crowd.
Saying nothing, the Chiefess climbed onto the stage and wrapped her arms around Charlie.
¡°Love,¡± She muttered as she held him tightly, wrapping her tail around him in a comforting gesture.
¡°Always want, always love,¡± she said in her signature broken English.
¡°I want to be more than just a pet. I want to do something that would make my family¡.¡± Charlie quieted as he almost burst into tears.
All anger from the tribe disappeared as Nolkonoe translated what he said. Climbing onto the stage, Nolkonoe churched at his side.
¡°You want to prove to your family you aren¡¯t useless? I understand. But we care for you, all of us,¡± Nolkonoe said, paying him from the Chiefess for a second so that he could look over the gentle faces of the tribe¡¯s women. Even the Forgers looked at him with sympathy.
¡°I want to still give the money to the groups, but I also want to start something else,¡± Charlie said, wiping the tears from his eyes.
¡°Anything darling,¡± Nolkonoe said, running her fingers along his cheeks to wipe away any remaining tears that he had missed.
¡°I would like to start teaching anyone who wants to listen about merchants, our tricks, our documents and contracts, and in the future, I would like to prevent something like this from happening,¡± Charlie explained, finally regaining his demeanour.
¡°Sorry about tricking you,¡± Charlie said, lowing his head to the crowd. The crowd murmured and quietly debated what he had just said and done as Nolkonoe provided her service as a translator.
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¡°You did it to help us, right?¡± Phukomeia said, moving forward and placing a soft hand onto his head.
¡°Yes,¡± Charlie said meekly.
¡°Then we love you regardless. But don¡¯t think that makes you innocent!¡± Phukomeia said as she placed a soft kiss onto his lips, biting his lips slightly as a show of dominance.
¡°And I think your little trick worked, I know for one I was terrified for a moment there,¡± Phukomeia said, a large smile on her lips as she went to kiss him again, only for the Chiefess to drag him back into her arms.
The lead Warrior and Huntress stepped forward. Placing their hands onto Charlie¡¯s head they smiled.
¡°We¡¯ll help you do something great. Something that would make your family regret ever looking down on you!¡± The Lead warrior said with a grin. Not far behind them, he saw the two daughters of the women. Both had a smile on their lips.
¡°the tribe is here for you,¡± Nolkonoe said as she got to her feet. Grabbing Charlie¡¯s arm, she dragged him in front of the crowd. Placing her hands onto his shoulders, she yelled something in her native tongue. The tribe responded with cheers and smiles.
¡°I have been translating your words to everyone, each here understand what you did and why. And I guess that there are many who would be more than willing to help,¡± Nolkonoe explained as the tribe continued their cheers of support.
¡°A new era shall be born, and I personally would like to be a part of it. Would you allow my Vultures to come and learn from what you have to say?¡± Nolkonoe asked, and Charlie simply nodded in return.
¡°We¡¯ll start today,¡± Nolkonoe said as she began to ask the crowd in her native tongue for anyone willing to come and help.
Thirty, then forty, then fifty stepped forward, all wanting to learn the tricks of the outsiders who had brought them so low before.
¡°Thank you,¡± Charlie muttered to her as the crowd began to decide and those who wished to learn gathered. Room was made and tables, benches, blankets, and pillows were gathered for the tribe to begin their talks.
As this was done, out of odd respect she now found for Charlie, the Chiefess had the money owed distributed to the clans.
¡°He had me worried there for a second,¡± the woman taking the place of the Forger clan head said as the boxes of coppers were taken and given to some of her clan members.
¡°Despite what he wants, he is still my pet. I know him far better than he even knows himself,¡± the Chiefess responded.
¡°So is that just a fancy way of saying you knew he wouldn¡¯t do anything bad?¡± The woman said.
¡°I don¡¯t think he would go against me, the maids he grew up with for two years reported every little detail about him back to me. One of the biggest ones was that even though his father beat him often, he would still do his best to impress him. Each time he failed, but still, he tried. Like a loyal dog. Now though, he is my loyal dog, and I¡¯m interested to see how loyal he becomes with more love than beatings,¡± the Chiefess ranted as the leader of the Forgers was slowly edging away from her.
Eventually, she just turned and left before the Chiefess could continue her ramblings about how amazing and intelligent her adorable pet was. Finally noticing that everyone had left, she turned to look at Charlie. On the stage he stood, walking with Nolkonoe as she translated his words. Pride swelled into her chest as she looked at him. He had tricked them in such a simple way, yet still, they fell for it.
He wanted to prove himself, that was his message to them, and the Chiefess heard it loudly and clearly. Walking to his side, the Chiefess decided to score a few points with him by helping him towards his goal of greatness.
Stopping before he had even really started, Charlie looked up to see the Chiefess standing over him. Looking to Nolkonoe she asked a few words in their language. For a moment Nolkonoe was silent but then smiled as she stared down at Charlie.
¡°The Chiefess has decided to give a gift. The position of our treasury manager. You will be in charge of the tribe¡¯s spending, how it is spent, and who/what it is spent on. But only on one condition, you make time to spend with her,¡± Nolkonoe said.
The crowd that had moved out of the way before was still gathered as they wished to watch him and try to learn a little from Nolkonoe¡¯s translations. Each of them smiled and laughed as they knew this position was both to both give thanks for helping them, as well as a ploy of the Chiefess to get into his trousers a little quicker that night. None could blame her though. The tribe had been shaken in the small ten-minute gap of Charlie speaking to them about him tricking them.
Even though he still held the status of ¡®the Chiefess¡¯s pet¡¯ there was defiantly a small amount of respect present within the crowd of women.
¡°Thank you,¡± Charlie said, blushing slightly as he looked down out of embarrassment. Laughing, the crowd only made him blush more as they stared at him. Still, though he continued his work.
¡°Alright,¡± Charlie said, clearing his throat as he now intended to start his lesson.
An hour passed as Charlie began revising over how he had just scammed the tribe. How he had used his place as an innocent pet to win their hearts and let their guards down. This both intrigued the natives as some Vultures took notes, but as well this did reaffirm the newfound feeling of respect that was beginning to blossom.
To the side, the Chiefess sat with the other clan leaders. Many were there to try and learn, but just as many also just wanted to watch him. Despite so many shows of dominance and ownership over him. There were still many who knew the risks of going against the Chiefess balanced with the benefits of having him as a member of the clan.
The Vultures were gossipers, so word of him pledging elegance to the tribe rather than a clan quickly spread. And it was just as quickly ignored as many smaller clans as well as the larger clans knew his current and potential future value.
¡°I don¡¯t see why his family saw him as a burden? He is smart,¡± the lead Huntress said with a wide grin as she stared at Charlie as he passionately continued to explain the scam in detail.
¡°You''re just saying that because you have a poor understanding of his language and don¡¯t understand any of the big words he is using, like document and signature,¡± the lead Warrior said.
¡°document isn¡¯t a big word!¡± The lead huntress argued, sitting up from her lying position across a few piles of furs.
¡°Big for you,¡± the lead warrior mocked. As the two women argued, the Chiefess simply continued to watch him. There it was again. The same look he had when he said he would help them fight the Region Lord. The look of determination. Smiling, the Chiefess only wished she could see that look more often. But still, what he had said before stained her mind. He wanted to be more than just a pet.
¡°Do you think he enjoys being with me?¡± The Chiefess said, stopping the two women and their daughters from bickering.
¡°Well yes, why wouldn¡¯t he?¡± The Lead Huntress said. Shaking her head, the Chiefess spoke.
¡°Ignore it, I am just overthinking things,¡± She said, sitting back in her pile of furs as she began to brush her tail with her fingers.
¡°I think we should have a break here. I think the shock of me ¡®betraying¡¯ you was a bit too much for today,¡± he said, now three hours into his talk. Looking at the tiered and sunken eyes of the Vultures, Nolkonoe agreed.
¡°I think you overwhelmed them a little much. Try taking it a little slower next time. This is your first time trying to teach after all,¡± Nolkonoe said, running her fingers down his back.
¡°I love you. You did well today,¡± Nolkonoe said, turning Charlie to look at her.
¡°But if you ever make me panic again like you did today, I¡¯ll have to teach you a lesson in how we torture captive raiders,¡± Nolkonoe said, biting and nibbling the top of his right ear slightly.
¡°I see,¡± was all Charlie said as he allowed her tail to wrap around him. Yeah, it was probably best to not try something like that again if he valued his life¡
¡°I have to admit though, it was nice being able to get that off my chest today and not get skimmed by the tribe,¡± Charlie said, relaxing into the embrace of Nolkonoe.
¡°To be honest, I still think many will be talking for weeks about how the small, adorable human tricked a tribe of a vastly superior species into becoming his slaves for five days through a signal piece of paper,¡± Nolkonoe said, lifting the tiered looking boy into her arms as she walked over to the Chiefess.
¡°I think though that despite how she acts, someone is quite annoyed that you tricked her,¡± Nolkonoe explained. Despite seeing the Chiefess publicly give him a position of somewhat power in a tribe of warriors, as well as congratulate him on tricking them, her ego probably took quite a hit. Carrying him over to the Chiefess and a pouty looking Phukomeia, he automatically lowered his head to them.
Placing him into the arms of the Chiefess, he looked up at the tall wolf woman.
¡°Sorry for tricking you,¡± he said, his big, scared eyes making her heart flutter.
¡°No trick again, or I eat!¡± The Chiefess announced as she buried her face into his neck. Moving to his other side, Phukomeia did the same.
¡°Idiot, you could have just told me, and I would have helped,¡± Phukomeia wined as she wrapped her arms around him. Not wanting to again argue his point that actions spoke louder than words, he placed an arm around her and allowed her to bury her face into his chest.
Chapter 55 – Calm and Escort
¡°Can I get up now?¡± Charlie questioned as he stared down at the small group of wolf women that lay around him.
¡°It¡¯s your punishment for lying,¡± Nolkonoe explained as she watched the growing group of tribe¡¯s women from all different clans begin to pile onto or around him. Many had taken furs and blankets and now used them to help form the growing nest.
¡°Many are angry that you ticked them, so you shall show submission to them through the way our species knows best,¡± Nolkonoe explained as the two women on his chest pushed their tails into his face.
¡°They heard from some of my Vultures about how good you were at entertaining the Chiefess, and they wanted you to now do the same to them. Now show your friendly intentions,¡±
¡°Let me get his right, they will forgive me if I fluff and play with their tails for a little bit?¡± Charlie said as he stared at the two women. Both had their ears dropped to the side out of annoyance at him.
¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± Charlie said to the first woman as he began to play with her tail. Smiling, the woman placed her head agains his leg.
¡°Really, I am. I just wanted to scare you all into action, I really didn¡¯t mean to anger anyone too much,¡± he said as he began to play and fluff her tail.
¡°We understand that, but you have to consider this is a female dominated tribe, and having a man, let alone a human, like you step out of line is infuriating to some women. After all, we may treat you with a little more respected, as requested, than before, but you are still pet. And since you said you would help the tribe rather than just one clan, many see it as you being the pet of the tribe rather than just the Chiefess,¡± Nolkonoe explained as he allowed the woman to tease his face with the tail.
Jumping slightly, he felt something poke against his butt. Turning, he saw the gentle eyes of the wolf women staring back at him. She had a far more curvy, large breasted appearance than the other women. Her face was far more mature, as was the gaze given off by her deep eyes. Putting her arms out, she smiled to him.
¡°It¡¯s alright, the Chiefess is distracted with making sure all documents are gathered so that my Vultures can practice reading through them. And while you do this, I¡¯ll try and put together a plan to make your lessons on documents easier to understand for beginners,¡± Nolkonoe said, blowing him a kiss before walking off. Tails rose into the air, blocking her from sight and forcing him to turn his full attention to the crowd.
Looking back to the woman with her arms out, she made a grabbing motion towards him. Sighing, he knew he would have to give into his ¡®cute and defenceless¡¯ side if he was to calm the anger of these women. Such a strange people, easily angered, easily tricked, and easily pleased. Leaning back against the woman, he allowed her to pet his head and nuzzle her face into his hair.
¡°Cute,¡± the woman muttered in her thick native accent as she placed soft kisses onto the top of his head.
¡°What is he like?¡± One woman asked.
¡°How does he smell?¡± Questioned another.
¡°Is he worth mating?¡± Several inquired. Pulling her face from his hair, the woman smiled.
¡°His scent is strong, but as if that of the lead Vulture and Chiefess on him. Both have defiantly marked him for breeding,¡± the woman said, getting gasps and giggles of excitement from the crowd.
¡°I think you will find my mother, and myself, wish to breed him,¡± Phukomeia said proudly as she pushed her tail between the woman and Charlie.
¡°Aren¡¯t you angry as well?¡± One asked, looking to the loving look on the eyes of Phukomeia.
¡°Indeed, but I know he had good intentions,¡±
¡°We all do, but he has upset many of us. After all, how dare he embarrass us in such a way!¡± The woman who had been holding him said.
¡°Yes, but have we not learned anything! He did it so we could understand that we are not so smart that we can¡¯t be tricked! He helped us, he angered us, but him helping outshines that anger,¡± Phukomeia said.
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¡°I agree,¡± the heir to the Warriors said, moving through the crowd and to his side.
¡°As he said himself, we treat him like a pet,¡±
¡°But that is how we treat men! Pets for breeding and nothing more!¡± A woman yelled.
¡°But he is no regular man! He as proven that twice now!¡± The heir warrior barked back. Storming to his side, she used her tail to casually usher away any women besides Phukomeia near him.
¡°Does anyone have anything else to say against the beloved pet of the Chiefess, and fellow concubine of the heir to the Warriors and Heir to the Vulture clans?¡± The heir to the warriors yelled. All fell silent. None wanted to admit to it, but they knew she was right. Quietly the warriors relaxed as the heir to the warriors placed her tail onto the lap of Charlie.
¡°I am not fully willing to become a concubine of the Chiefess, but if it means I can protect this tribe as well as this male, I am willing to lower my head to her,¡± the woman said, a bold statement for someone of such a high position.
¡°Now the lead Forger should be returning at some point today or tomorrow, shouldn¡¯t you all be going and preparing for her?¡± The warrior barked to the crowd, dispersing them almost immediately. Switching to English, the heir to the warriors locked eyes with Charlie.
¡°You look tiered. You have done well today, and I apologise for you having to take such drastic actions to get our tribe to understand you. I know first-hand that words don¡¯t work well with warriors,¡± she said with a smile.
¡°Thanks, I still think though I went a little too far,¡± Charlie said, a little embarrassed at not presenting his grand plan in a better way.
¡°Not at all, I know for one that my clan¡¯s women can in incredibly stubborn. Just from listening to mutters and a few conversations, I think there is a good understanding of what and why you did what you did,¡± the heir of the warriors patted his head.
¡°But despite everything, you are still property of the Chiefess and tribe. So don¡¯t do something like that again with at least telling someone so they can help you and back you,¡± the heir to the warriors reassured as she ruffled his hair.
¡°I just said we shouldn¡¯t treat you as much like a puppy. But to be honest it is really nice to do so,¡± the heir to the warriors said, taking a seat by his side as she wrapped her tail around him legs. Phukomeia saw what she was doing and wrapped her tail around his chest.
¡°If you want, have a quick nap in our fur. I promise I won¡¯t let Phukomeia do anything to do,¡±
¡°Hey! I have done nothing but being a gentle, loving support for him!¡± Phukomeia said, burying her face into the top of his head as she locked her arms around his chest.
¡°You¡¯re a burden! The boy needs to relax, so you, go and get him something to eat and I¡¯ll watch him,¡± Felkouyope said as she picked Charlie from her lap and placed him next to her. Sighing, but not wanting to start an argument, Phukomeia wondered off to get him something to eat.
¡°Again, I¡¯m so sorry about today. If it wasn¡¯t for Nolkonoe translating your words into something unthreatening to the tribe, I believe many here today wouldn¡¯t have given you the time to explain yourself,¡± Felkouyope explained.
¡°I know, I owe her much,¡± Charlie said, smiling at how well Nolkonoe had helped him manage the situation.
¡°She does make a good mother for the tribe. You know there is a joke here that most women see her as more of a mother than their own mothers,¡± Felkouyope said wrapping her tail around his waist.
¡°They also say that because she has had more daughters in her five hundred years than there are even people in the tribe who are most likely some kind of relative,¡±
¡°I can imagine,¡± Charlie said, claiming as he felt the softness of the woman¡¯s tail brushing against the side of his leg.
¡°There is much about her I doubt you know. She is a legend in our tribe,¡± she said, smiling as she saw the smile spread across Charlie¡¯s face as her tail poked him in the side.
¡°You should rest against my fur; I think the lead Forger shall be returning today and I think she will probably wish to talk to you about the whole contract thing. After all news travel fast here, and I as I said before, people will be talking about what you did today for weeks! And especially once Nolkonoe takes your class and makes into something we can understand, I believe you shall start to gain a little fame,¡± she teased, knowing that the idea of being able to be more than a pup was something he greatly desired.
¡°Thanks¡ I know the position the Chiefess gave me was just her being nice, but can I ask why you are being¡¡±
¡°So nice to you? As I said, I am a member of the Chiefess¡¯s harem. Considering you are our most beloved male pet, I think it is best that I take responsibility for you,¡± she said, placing a gentle hand onto his head.
He thought her words to be kind, but he knew there was probably an alternative motive to her being this way. As she had said, he was now highly valued in the tribe, and there were many who would most likely jump at the opportunity to have him.
¡°What are you smiling for?¡± The warrior teased as she continued to ruffle and play with his soft hair.
¡°Nothing, just thinking how it¡¯s funny that a nonwarrior like me has a such a place in a warrior-based tribe,¡±
¡°Simple, it¡¯s because you are smart! And considering that your family thought so poorly of you, I guess they are either amazing people, or you just didn¡¯t have the room to grow. So instead of dwelling on it, how about you just take that value given to you and wear it as a badge of pride,¡± she said, not really answering his question. Still though he found her words to be relaxing and maybe even a little comforting.
¡°Sorry, I just have low self-esteem,¡± he joked, but the woman didn¡¯t laugh. Instead, she lifted him high into the air and placed him onto her lap.
¡°Don¡¯t. You are incredibly vied for now, and many wish to see where you can go in the future. My little trickster,¡± she said, lifting his face so that their eyes met. Smiling, she placed a kiss onto his lips.
¡°You want to know a secret?¡± She said, pulling his face closer.
¡°The only reason I am now willing to be part of the Chiefess¡¯s harem is because of you saying that you would be loyal to the tribe rather than a clan,¡± she said, placing a kiss onto his lips. Blushing, Charlie tried to move as she locked her legs around his waist.
¡°If you became a part of my clan, you would be loved and pampered for beyond anything you have ever felt before. I¡¯ll give you what you desire, power, status, and a way to show your family your worth. Make me Chiefess, and I¡¯ll make you my beloved Chief,¡± Charlie now saw it, he had been trapped.
¡°My apologies, but I don¡¯t think I can do that,¡± Charlie said, thinking saying this was the best option to say rather than just right out refuse her.
¡°Oh, come one! You made that adorable little speech after scaring the shit out of us, that was so fucking funny to me. I think a cunning mind and potentially useful and adorable thing like you could be of great use to our clan,¡± she said, pressing her breasts against his chest. Struggling, Charlie tried to pull away as she held tightly onto him. Pulling away, he glanced over her shoulder to look for help.
But instead, he saw something else, large, dark blue and bright yellow balloons caressed the horizon. The signs of an imperial escort.
Chapter 56 – News and negotiation
Silent, the tribe stared at the approaching war balloons. All had activated their magic and their true forms. The Chiefess stood with the three clan leaders at the front of the crowd. Small dusts kicked up on the horizon.
¡°Seems the Forgers have done well,¡± Nolkonoe whispered to Charlie as they stared at the approaching escort.
The daughters of the heirs and the woman left in charge of the Forgers stood just behind the clan leaders. Even in a moment such as this, Charlie felt a little embarrassed to be standing in front of people he deemed to be higher ranking than him in the tribe. Still, that was something that was going to have to come second.
Turning his attention back to the escort, he readied himself for whatever was to come next. First, the Forgers were to arrive. As the Desert Claimers came to a stop in front of the village, for the first time, Charlie saw the lead forger, Ases, smile with genuine joy. Weather of not that was a good sign wasn¡¯t clear to him. Shuffling in his place, he watched as the lead Forger leapt from her Desert Claimer.
With her daughter just behind her, she ran over to the Chiefess. The two exchanged words but stopped their conversation as they turned to see the balloons of the empire landing onto the sand. The Desert Claimer was led off by some warriors to make room for the balloons. Once all the escort were landed, the tribe now got a good view of the balloons.
Each balloon was a good fifty by fifty feet in diameter. The sides of the balloons were clad in iron, leaving only small slots for rifles and mounted gatling and imperial made machine guns to be poked out the sides of the flaps. Above the baskets sat a gigantic cloth and metal padded balloon. This imperial machinery was named iron hovers.
Named from how they hover over battle fields, dropping explosives made by the imperial engineering schools onto enemies while also blasting any enemies in sight with gun fire. These beasts of battle were feared; thus, Charlie couldn¡¯t help but wonder why they scent three of these fierce creations to their tribe.
When the first balloon landed, a large iron door opened, and a man dressed in a dusty black imperial navy jacket stepped out. He wore the metal chest plate of a foot soldier, the metal shoulder, knee and arm pads of an artillery crew member, and lastly a black, leather commanders cap. Scanning the area with his deep, blue eyes, he locked onto the Chiefess. Correctly deeming her to be the one in charge, he took off his cap and walked towards her.
Stepping towards her, he kept his eyes fixed on her.
¡°I assume you to be the one in charge?¡± he asked in his thick northern accent. His matted black hair did nothing to help his already, over-aged to be a commander, looking face.
¡°She is, and I am the leader of one of the four major clans. You may call me Nolkonoe, I shall act as your translator,¡± Nolkonoe explained, stepping forward. Only now did Charlie notice the stern, stoic looks along the faces of the four clan leaders, their heirs, and their respected clans¡¯ warriors.
¡°I would say it is a pleasure to meet you, but in all honesty, I wish it was under different circumstances,¡± the commander began.
¡°Your friend here¡¡± he said, looking at Ases, ¡°made a very compelling argument to the guards at our city walls that allowed her to entre. She then made an even more compelling argument to our court,¡± Smirking, Ases licked her lips. The man shuddered.
¡°She broke the arm of two union officers,¡± he whispered.
¡°So, we reviewed your documents,¡± he turned to look at Charlie.
¡°You look to be a merchant, I assume you sent them,¡±
¡°Indeed sir,¡± Charlie said, nodding slightly to him out of respect for the man¡¯s position.
¡°You did all that documenting by yourself?¡± he enquired.
¡°Yes sir, but I got help with the organising from Nolkonoe and her daughter,¡± Charlie explained proudly. The man nodded quietly.
¡°How old are you?¡±
¡°Eighteen Sir, I turned eighteen only a few days ago,¡±
¡°You look about sixteen!¡± the man said, his accent making it hard for Charlie to know if he was joking or genially shocked.
¡°Anyway, the courts quickly decided that you were in the right, and have sent you the correct amount of compensation,¡± the man said, gesturing back to some of the men in the balloons to bring forward what the tribe was owed.
Men carrying large wooden ammo creates began to leave the balloons. When the first box was brought before the Chiefess and clan leaders, they opened it to revile it to be filled with hundreds, maybe even thousands of crowed gold coins.
¡°The court deemed your tribe to be owed two hundred million coppers, or ten thousand crowed golds. And boy, I assume you to be Charlie, correct?¡± the mans said as twenty of the ammo boxes were piled up in front of the unshaken tribe¡¯s leaders.
¡°Yes Sir,¡± Charlie said, dragging his eyes from the mass amounts of wealth and to the man.
¡°So, you are the one who sent the other documents,¡± he said, putting a hand to the side. The women watched Charlie with a distrusting curiosity after what he had just pulled earlier that day. A man handed some documents to the commander.
¡°The Chiefess wishes to know what the documents are?¡± Nolkonoe said as Felkouyope and Phukomeia moved behind him, ready to start punishing him if it turned out he had tricked them again.
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¡°Well¡¡± the man looked to Charlie, confused on how the women who owned him didn¡¯t know what he had done. Charlie nodded to him, signalling all clear from him to explain.
¡°Well, he gave me a document signed a few hundred years ago. This document said that this land would only belong to the tribe for six hundred years, and this year is the last year that his land would be yours. He requested that the contract is terminated,¡± the man explained. Not understanding what this meant, Klipesia now approached, pressing a knife against his butt cheek.
¡°Well, what does that mean?¡± Ases asked, also not being aware that this was one of the documents she delivered.
¡°Well, it means that his land is yours. And due to another document, he proposed, your land is now independent. Congratulations on your new country,¡± the man said, causing a silence to hang over the tribe as they stared at Charlie. Their eyes were wide with shock. Their shock seemed to be so great that the women who had smothered their emotions in front of the outsiders now simply stared in awe at the young man.
¡°But the courts have decided something,¡± the commander said, snapping the women out of their daze.
¡°You may have the money or the land,¡± the commander said, locking eyes with Charlie.
¡°But that¡¯s not part of the deal?¡± Charlie said, stepping forward. Two guards lifted their guns, but clamed as the commander raised a hand to them.
¡°It¡¯s one or the other,¡± the man said sternly. Noticing the distress going over Charlie¡¯s face, the Chiefess stepped forward.
¡°Husband make deal, you break deal? No fair?¡± Not showing a sign of moving on his point, the man stared at the Chiefess as she spoke and approached him. Nolkonoe and the other clan leaders stared fiercely at the man. Towering over him, the Chiefess drew her knife. Within a flash, she had it against the man¡¯s neck.
¡°Tell your masters that this land belongs to the Desert Ghost tribe, and no one will insult a deal given to them by her pet again or she will skin each of them,¡± Nolkonoe translated on behalf of the Chiefess. Raising his hands in defence, the man stepped back as a sudden flare of fear fired through him. Out the corner of his eye, Charlie noticed Nolkonoe using the magic of her eyes on him.
¡°But there is another option. We do owe your tribe another fifty million coppers, and we the empire and the union have disowned the former Region Lord. And I do believe that his estate is about fifty million coppers, as well it falls into your territory,¡± the man explained as he stepped back towards the balloons.
¡°In exchange for keeping both the money and the land, we take fifty million off the owed price,¡± the commander said as a man handed a contract to him. Taking the contract, he offered it to the Chiefess.
¡°All you need to do is sign here, and this land belongs to you,¡± he said. Taking the contract, the Chiefess walked over to Nolkonoe. Handing her to contract, she began to examine it.
¡°What do you think of it?¡± Nolkonoe whispered to Charlie as all four of the clan leaders crowed around. The Chiefess stood behind Charlie, placing a reassuring hand onto his shoulder.
¡°Well to begin with, they don¡¯t owe us fifty million. It¡¯s more like thirty-two, this is just a way to silence us from complain too much to them. And that money they are giving us is probably all from the Region Lord¡¯s banks in the capital. So, in other words they are losing nothing,¡± Charlie explained. The women nodded, a confused Chiefess just followed their lead.
¡°Give me some time to read through it, I¡¯ll see if there is anything in the fine print,¡± Charlie said. Nolkonoe handed him the contract. Taking the contract, he waisted no time in reading and analysing.
¡°Nothing seems out of place,¡± Charlie said ten minutes later.
¡°I say we sign it, get them off our backs and begin taking revenge on the Region Lord,¡± Charlie proposed, knowing that this was all just the Unions way to smuggle some money back from the Region Lord and into their coppers. Each leader looked to one another. Nodding, they explained the situation to the Chiefess. Standing, the Chiefess walked over to the commander. Handing him the contract, she smiled.
¡°We agree,¡± she said, proud to show off what English she knew. Smiling, the man took out a stamp. Nolkonoe stepped forward with a pen and signed the contract. Once signed, the man stamped the contract. Taking a deep breath, the man stepped back towards the balloon.
¡°Great, we shall be returning this then, and I think you are now free to explain the other documents to your friends. And I assume you shall send us the independence document soon; I hope our future work together goes well!¡± the man explained as he spent no time in getting into the balloon and signalling for his men to take off. What ever Ases had done at the capital was enough to make even this commander didn¡¯t not want to be around her.
Quietly, the tribe watched as the balloons began to take off. Once in the air, they began to piolet away from the village. The second the imperial balloons disappeared over the horizon; cheers erupted from the tribe. Arms wrapped around Charlie¡¯s waist, shoving him to the ground. Looking up, he saw the Chiefess was already back in her wolf form. Behind her, her tail wagged wildly as she began to lick his face.
¡°Waa!¡± Charlie stumbled over his words as the Chiefess pinned him against the sand. Shoving her head down, she began to plant kisses onto his neck and cheek. To the side, the four clan leaders smiled as they stared to the Chiefess. After a few more kisses, she dragged herself from him. Looking to her tribe, she smiled.
Standing, she walked to the four clan leaders. Looking to the boxes of money, she then looked to Ases.
¡°I want you to take five of the boxes. I can¡¯t bring back your people who have died for the tribe, and I will never expect you to forgive me for sacrificing your son. But I hope this will begin to fix our relationship. After all, if my mother loved you, I don¡¯t see why I can¡¯t,¡± the Chiefess said to her in her native tongue. For a moment Ases only stared at the Chiefess.
¡°I¡¯ll think about it,¡± with those few words, Ases ordered her women to collect the boxes.
Charlie watched as her women collected the money. Once collected, Ases and her daughter looked to the Chiefess. Nodding to one another, Ases and the other clan leaders and heirs followed the Chiefess as she began to walk through the crowd. Nolkonoe had swept Charlie up into her arms to assure that he wasn¡¯t left behind.
¡°You did well today, my little kingdom creator,¡± Nolkonoe teased as the group moved through the crowd.
Soon enough, they reached the large dancing stage at the centre of the tribe. Together with their daughters and Charlie, the four clan leaders took the stage. Looking over the tribe, they saw the wagging tail and ecstatic grins of the tribe¡¯s women. Raising her war spear, the Chiefess began to speak. Charlie wasn¡¯t sure of her words, but he knew from the excited smiles and looks he was getting that she was most likely talking about him. Lowering her war spear, the Chiefess turned to look at him.
Putting out an index finger, she gestured him closer. Hesitantly at first, Charlie stared at her, his nerves only now getting the best of him. Several hands caressed his back. Turning, he saw Nolkonoe, Cluupyte, and Pycleia smiling down at him. Feeling reassured, he stepped forward and to the side of the Chiefess.
Upon being in range, the Chiefess swooped him in her tail and dragged him to her side. Beaming the widest grin, he had ever seen her give, she grabbed the sides of his face. Meekly, he blushed heavily and returned the smile. Leaning down, she placed a soft kiss onto his lips, a giant roar of approve coming from the tribe as she did so.
¡°My husband, my lover, our hero,¡± she whispered before raising her war spear again to the tribe. The crowd broke apart as they all began different tasks and jobs. Still not magically understanding their language, he wasn''t sure what the Chiefess had just said to them, but he knew it had to be along the lines of, ¡°let''s celebrate our liberty!¡±
Chapter 57 – Sarati!
¡°Umm, urr, thank you?¡± Charlie said awkwardly as a native woman poured some wine into his cup, her head lowered to him out of respect. Nodding to her in thanks, Charlie caught her eyes only for a moment, making her blush and scurry away and over to her friends. They all giggled like children as they looked back in his direction.
Noticing he was distracted, the Chiefess slapped his back. Jumping, he turned and looked at her. Seeing that she now had his attention, she wanted to make she that she wouldn¡¯t lose it again for tonight. Wrapping both her tail and arm around him, she forced Charlie to cuddle against her side.
¡°Cute,¡± she muttered as she placed a soft kiss onto the top of his head.
She had done this more times than she could count now, yet still it brought her such a thrill to know that he belonged to her in all senses of the word. Noticing him looking to the side. She saw the blush on his face as he saw some of the topless native dancers. Well maybe she didn¡¯t have him in every sense of the word just yet¡
Nolkonoe chuckled slightly to herself as she approached the table at which Charlie and the Chiefess were sitting. Despite being surrounded by young, scantily clad, incredibly attractive native women finding them with giant feathers and offering food as well as drink to them, the Chiefess still expected Charlie to have his entire focus fixed on her.
From her table, she looked to the other three clan leaders and their daughters. Despite the partying, the four clan leaders had their attention fixed onto Charlie.
¡°So should we make a move?¡± Phukomeia questioned her mother.
¡°No, not yet. Ases will go first, she still needs to talk to the Chiefess to smooth over any grievances. But the moment she has done that, take some Vultures and go on stage. Dance for him, get his attention, then make sure he stays focused on you and the Chiefess,¡± Nolkonoe explained.
After the events of that day, Charlie had a status that could no longer be ignored. Many clans here were willing to kill for him. After all, the idea of having the human hero of their tribe mating the daughter and leader of the clan would most certainly bring that clan fame and glory.
¡°What do we do until then?¡± Phukomeia asked, staring at some of the Huntress and warriors eyeing up Charlie.
¡°Make sure the tribe don¡¯t get to rowdy. There are many that would most likely want to try and meet Charlie. Is he is a¡ desired person now after all. Just make sure if anyone gets too drunk, they don¡¯t try to claim him and get into a fight with the Chiefess,¡± Nolkonoe finished as she continued to eat some meat and lock her eyes onto Charlie.
¡°I want to help,¡± Ourupadia said from behind the two Vultures. She often came to sit with them along side some of her friends as Klipesia and her posse weren¡¯t entirely welcoming to them. Phukomeia looked to her mother, then back to Ourupadia.
¡°I don¡¯t see a problem in that. Just keep a distance from the Chiefess, I am sure she still wants to skin you after what you pulled the other night,¡± as Nolkonoe warned her of this Ourupadia smiled. She knew that she had made Charlie aroused the other night, and that thought alone made her happy. A few Vultures moved down the bench next to Nolkonoe to make room for Ourupadia.
¡°It will be a long night,¡± Phukomeia said as she watched Ases get from her seat, her daughter Xasuyle just behind her. Together the two walked over to the Chiefess.
¡°I said stay still! I¡¯m trying to smother you in love and praise!¡± the Chiefess barked in her native tongue as Charlie nibbled on her arm out of protest of being tightly bound in her tail.
¡°Your majesty?¡± Ases asked as she stared the battling couple. Stopping her struggle, the Chiefess turned and looked to the two. Strightening her back, she locked eyes with Ases.
¡°Can I help you; I am currently busy rewarding my pet for the amazing gift he has bestowed m- us, yes us,¡± the Chiefess said, looking at Charlie from the corner of her eyes.
¡°I understand, he must be reward, may I ask how he shall be?¡± Ases said, staring at Charlie as he struggled, then she looked to the wide grin on the face of the swooning Chiefess.
¡°I will place him more in a position of power. He shall be on the level of a clan leader, maybe even on the same level as Nolkonoe,¡± the Chiefess expelled in serious tone, despite having her tail so tightly bound around Charlie as he struggled.
¡°I was even thinking of giving him some of our newly required land as thanks for helping us found a new country. And after he helps us write our document of independence, I will reward him further. Like a good pet¡¡± the Chiefess whispered the last part of the sentence as she stared at Charlie, licking her lips as she drooled slightly.
¡°Great¡ but may we now have a private talk? I wish to inform you on my decision of whether or not to make our tribe independent,¡± As Ases said this, the Chiefess lessened her grip on Charlie. This was topic she dreaded, and now it was time to face it. Sitting Charlie onto the chair, she ruffled his hair before standing up.
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¡°Wait, or I bite,¡± the Chiefess said, looking proudly upon her male.
The words made her tingle. The idea that the hero of the tribe was her male overjoyed her. Following Ases, the Chiefess walked out of sight of Charlie. Within only seconds of her being gone, he was swarmed by excited, giggling native women. Blushing, Charlie stared down as the thirty or more women ran their hands through his hair as they tried to catch his attention through grabbing at his shirt or trousers.
Several Vultures quickly dispersed the women. Ourupadia, Phukomeia, and a sneaky Felkouyope took their places around him in a defensive triangle. Nolkonoe moved to the side to move what warriors remained of the crowd away. Nolkonoe and some of her vultures stood around the area, guard the three women that now began to tease Charlie.
¡°You were so adorable today,¡± Phukomeia began as she placed a soft kiss onto the cheek of Charlie. Blushing, he nodded.
¡°Tha¡ Thank you very much. I just hope everything I have done will help,¡± he said, nervously blushing more as he felt Phukomeia¡¯s tail wrap around his waist ash she moved her body against him. Her body didn¡¯t touch him, but he could defiantly feel the heat from her. A gentle hand took his. Looking to his other side, he saw the kind smile of Ourupadia.
¡°Morning,¡± she said, placing a soft kiss onto his other cheek. It was a greeting, not a correct greeting, but he admired the effort to learn his language. Even if what she had learnt wasn¡¯t that good and was the entirely wrong time of day to say so. Smiling, he gave a nod to her. Happy at her praise, she may have been able to hide her excitement visually, but her tail still wagged wildly behind her.
Seeing the attention Ourupadia was getting, Phukomeia bit Charlie¡¯s shoulder. Turning, he almost headbutted Phukomeia as she growled at him.
¡°This party may be in your honour, but it still doesn¡¯t mean you can do what ever you want!¡± Phukomeia said, but before she could continue, her tail was pulled away as Klipesia and an annoyed looking Felkouyope dove onto him.
Not far from them, the Chiefess watched from the doorway of a hut. She glared upon the women but knew what was to happen now was far more important. Turning from the doorway, she looked to Ases and her daughter.
¡°Lets start the talks,¡± the Chiefess said, walking into the room and taking a seat on a chair made of furs and pillows. Ases and her daughter took similar seats across the small wooden table from the Chiefess.
¡°Let¡¯s make this clear, the only reason I am willing to sit and talk with you is because of Charlie. He is a good boy, and I would hate to have to kill him. The idea breaks my heart, after all, he is like a second son to me. Well, first now considering you have killed my first,¡± Ases stated. The Chiefess lowered her head.
¡°Your son was a willing sacrifice, but still, I regret allowing the tribe to treat him as an outsider for loving a woman of another tribe. I wish I could have acted sooner and discovered the tricks of the Region Lord. Of I knew, he would still be alive,¡± Ases only stared as the Chiefess spoke.
¡°Again, you are a warrior queen, not a leader. Without Charlie, you have only strength, but no intelligence,¡± Ases said as her eyes met with hers.
¡°I plan to have him place a litter of pups into me at some point. They shall have the intelligence of him, and my strength,¡± the Chiefess said proudly as she thought of having many pups, she planned to have Charlie pump into her.
¡°Well, I think that brings me to my first point. My clan will stay a part of the tribe on several conditions. You take my daughter as a Sarati, and when ever you plan to breed Charlie, he shall breed my daughter as well,¡± Ases said, smirking as she saw the mixed look of anger and shock come across the face of the Chiefess.
The Chiefess¡¯s eyes locked onto Xasuyle. Was she really willing to become a Sarati? She expected something like this from Nolkonoe and Phukomeia, but that was because she had a close relationship with the two. The huntress and warriors might offer their daughters to her as Saratis, if they thought it could value them, but the idea of the Forgers doing this baffled her.
¡°You vixen!¡± a voice came from the doorway. Turning, the Chiefess saw Nolkonoe, Pycleia and Felkouyope standing in the doorway. Each glared at Ases.
¡°We have spoken to our heirs, and each has willingly offered themselves as Sarati,¡± Pycleia said as she stared down at Ases.
¡°We all agreed to offer them to you at the same time,¡± Cluupyte said, storming over to Ases and towering over her and her daughter.
¡°Really? I mean, are you really willing to do this?¡± the Chiefess asked, knowing how big this commitment was for a clan leader and clan heir to make.
Grabbing her top, Xasuyle ripped it off, revealing her breasts to the Chiefess.
¡°I am more than willing to become a Sarati,¡± Xasuyle said proudly as she presented her cleavage to the Chiefess. Shocked, but not allowing herself to show it, the Chiefess nodded and reached over the table. Grabbing Xasuyle¡¯s throat, she dragged her closer.
¡°Are you really willing to dedicate your body and loyalty to me?¡± the Chiefess asked, her eyes examining Xasuyle¡¯s body. She wanted to be as rough as possible to push the envelope of what Ases was willing to do to have a chance at having Xasuyle be a Sarati, as well as getting a chance to breed Charlie.
¡°Each clan leader will offer me a Sarati, and as of tomorrow they shall be offered to me,¡± the Chiefess said, letting go of Xasuyle as she stood up. Locking eyes with Ases, she grinned.
¡°I agree to your proposal, and that goes for all of you,¡± the Chiefess declared, grabbing Xasuyle¡¯s arm and dragging her out the hut. Rushing through the tribe, the Chiefess moved to the stage. Xasuyle by her side, she ushered the dancers off the stage.
Seeing what was happening, Nolkonoe grabbed a spear and offered it to the Chiefess. Taking the spear, she held it proudly above her head. The drums and tribe fell silent as all focus was fixed onto her.
¡°Tonight, my people, myself and the four clan leaders have made a decision. Each heir of the clans shall be offered as a Sarati,¡± Pointing a spear down to Charlie, the Chiefess gave a wicked grin.
¡°And to honour the beginning of a war against the Region Lord, our hero, Charlie, shall be offered as a Sarati! A true sacrifice!¡± the Chiefess roared as the Four clan leaders grabbed Charlie and hoisted him into the air, the tribe chanting ¡®Sarati¡¯ and ¡®sacrifice¡¯ as they did so.
Chapter 58 – Oh no, Sarati
Sacrifice. It was a word Charlie never thought would ever be used to describe him. Yet still he sat in the cloth Hut, surrounded by nude tribeswomen dressed in nothing but their red and white paints and small feather headdresses of black and green feathers. He was the sacrifice. Those words rang in his ears as he nervously sat at the centre of these women.
In the hands of the priestesses sat bowls of a thick, sweet-smelling substance. He would say it was honey, yes it lacked the distinct amber colour. Dipping their hands into the oil, they began to smear it onto his nude body. Several women in small grass skirts chanted and danced around the eight women that painted him in the oil. No crack or crevice left untouched by the oil as they make sure he was smothered in the substance.
Just before this he had been cleaned thoroughly, thus the sweet-smelling oil had no other sense to compete with as it now gave him an almost delectable scent. As the chanting women danced around him, and the women with the oil came to finish their duties, one of the female drummers present stopped her monotonous pounding on the drum and peered outside the hut.
Four women entered the hut, and he immediately recognized them as the four clan leaders. Their bodies were painted in their respective clan colours, and they had the feather headdresses to match.
¡°There is our little hero~¡± Cluupyte teased as she walked over to Charlie. The four women surrounded him; each held a bowl in their hands.
¡°I have to admit, you impressed me outsider,¡± Ases said as she sat next to him.
¡°I am sure you shall be a worthy sacrifice!¡± she said as she dipped her fingers in the bowl. As her fingers left the bowl, they were covered in a dark green paint that matched her paint and feather headdress.
¡°I really don¡¯t understand, what is going to happen to me?¡± Charlie asked, looking to Nolkonoe for comfort.
¡°You have done much for our tribe. Many claim you to be a hero, and we wish to show you our thanks for this as well as giving us our independence by giving you the highest honour of a man in our tribe. To be sacrificed to the Desert Ghost,¡± Nolkonoe explained.
¡°B¡But what is going to happen to me?¡± Charlie pleaded.
¡°Don¡¯t worry. You will not die, but by the end of the ritual you may feel as if you are dead,¡± Pycleia said as she also prepared to start painting him in her clan¡¯s colours.
¡°We can¡¯t tell you much about the ceremony as we need you to be as sacred but sexual as possible,¡± Nolkonoe said as she began to paint him in scared patterns with her paint.
¡°But why me¡¡± Charlie asked.
¡°As I said, because we love you. We adore you, and after tonight, the clans will stop fighting for you as you take your place as a true hero and holy husband of the Chiefess,¡± Cluupyte added.
¡°We thank you for all you have done, but now we must prepare you for the sacrifice,¡± Ases said, leaning forward and placing a kiss onto his cheek.
¡°Thank you, really, but the thanks and praise must come after the ritual. I also think we wish to have a nice long talk with you. But now, it is important for us to do this before we go to war with the Region Lord,¡± Ases reassured. Charlie almost laughed at this. She was the last person he would expect to give him reassurance of any kind.
The drums roared around them as the four clan leaders began to paint him. Together the three chanted as they covered him in stripes and patterns. Once covered, the drummer who had summoned them before called to someone outside the hut. Instantly, Charlie recognised the four clan heirs as they entered the hut.
Each were clad in a small grass top, and even small grass skirt. Their hair was decorated with red and green feathers, while around their arms they were black and red feathers. Their bodies were painted in the usual red and white stripes, and their wolf-like eyes were fixed onto him. The can heirs surrounded him, grabbing each of his limbs, they hoisted him into the air.
¡°Looks like it is time for the sacrifice to begin,¡± Cluupyte sighed, a little annoyed that she couldn¡¯t rub her hands across Charlie for longer. Together, the women carried him out of the hut. Cheers shook the air as the tribe saw them emerge. Chants filled his ears, causing his heart to rise into his throat.
Women pumping spears and fists into the air followed them as he was carried through the village. The crowd of about a hundred soon became two, then three hundred more as they reached the centre of the village. More and more gathered as they carried him towards the temple. Reaching the bottom steps, the women paraded him around the now fully gathered tribe.
After a few laps around the cheering tribe, they returned to the bottom of the steps. At the bottom, they lowered him so that he was easier to hold, before begging their accent up the steps. Charlie could feel his heart move higher and higher into his throat with each step up the temple. The chants of the four women terrified him. Closing his eyes, he preyed for this all to be over soon.
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Reaching the top, the women carrying him stopped. Opening his eyes for a moment, he saw a pedestal not far from the stone altar. The altar was cleaned of blood and was covered by exotic animal furs. Looking past the furs, he looked again to the pedestal. A woman sat crossed legged; her head turned to face him. Her body was covered on white and red paints, a mask hung over her face, her hair was decorated in red and white feathers. But despite this, she sat nude.
Despite the mask hiding the face of the figure, he knew just from the feeling of their gaze, this was the Chiefess. Carrying him over to the alter, the women waisted no time in placing him down onto the furs. Once he was on the alter, he got no moment of relaxation as the women each took a limb and held him down over the alter.
Nolkonoe and her fellow clan leaders took up a position next to the alter. Bowing their heads, the women gestured to Charlie. As if he was some kind of sacrificed, offered to a powerful goddess, the Chiefess examined him. Seemingly happy with his sacrifice, she moved from her pedestal. Moving over to his side, she stared down upon his nudity.
The four clan leaders took their places with their daughters around the altar. Staring down at him, the Chiefess ran her gentle hands over his chest. Charlie¡¯s heart raced as a women stepped to the side of the Chiefess, a crystal dagger in her hand. It took him a moment, but he recognised the dagger as the scared one from the storage room of the temple.
Oh god, they were actually going to sacrifice him! His heart raced as the Chiefess took the knife. Holding it high for a all to see, she mounted the altar. Wrapping her strong thighs around his legs, she kept the knife raised towards the sky. A pair of hands grabbed his head, forcing it back so that he could only look towards the sky.
¡°Don¡¯t worry, for the ritual she will only take a little of your blood, mix it with her blood, then then with the blood of the clan heirs. After that, the enjoyable part begins,¡± the surprisingly soft voice of Ases whispered to him.
¡°What will?¡±
¡°Don¡¯t worry, she wont kill you. But I wont like, for the ceremony to work, you shall feel pain,¡± Ases said as she hushed him and stroked the side of his face lovingly.
Griding her nude sex against his cock, the Chiefess lowered he knife. Placing the tip against his chest, she began to cut. A scream burst through Charlie¡¯s throat and exploded beyond his lips. Carefully, the Chiefess slipped his cock inside her as she began to carve the symbol of a wolf¡¯s paw onto his bicep.
It matched the theme of the other symbol he had on his other bicep. Once the symbol was made, she began to ride him. From under her mask, she mouthed the words ¡®sorry¡¯ to him. Charlie saw this, but still, it didn¡¯t stop his tears from flowing. Wanting nothing more than to smother him in love, the Chiefess stayed stern as she began to ride him faster.
Offering the blood to the sky, she chanted loudly. The crowd followed the Chiefess¡¯s lead as they began to chant as well. The clan leaders took the roles of holding Charlie while each of the clan heirs lined up along side Charlie. Taking the knife that was still covered with Charlie¡¯s blood, she began to carve the same symbol she had just placed onto Charlie onto the four women.
She stared with Phukomeia. Their eyes stayed locked as the Chiefess made her mark. A single tear rolled down her cheek, but unlike Charlie, she didn¡¯t scream nor show any sign of weakness. The blood flowed into the blade of the knife, like the story told to him by Phukomeia about the former Chiefess battling the raider army.
Once the knife had absorbed the blood, the Chiefess lowered the blade to the bleeding chest of Charlie. Closing his eyes, he readied her to cut again, but luckily there was still enough blood on his chest that she could easily use the flat of the blade to smother the blade in his blood. Moving to Xasuyle, she began the process again.
Xasuyle gave the Chiefess a glare of independence as her marking was applied. Not even a single tear came from her as her marking was applied onto the top of her right breast. A mixture of please, pain and petrifying fear flooded Charlie as the Chiefess rotated on him, still keeping his cock inside her.
¡°It¡¯s all a show of dedication to the Desert Goddess. The blood of devotion and the seamen of life, the representation of our people¡¯s blood and the white sands of the desert,¡± Ases continued, wiping his tears from his cheeks.
As expected of the daughter of the lead warrior, Felkouyope showed no sign of weakness as her carving was placed onto her. Wanting to match her rival, Klipesia did the same as her marking was made. As the last drops of the clan heirs¡¯ blood and Charlie flowed into the knife, as around them seemed to darken.
Looking around with what little mobility he had, he saw the tribe bowing their heads. A white light appeared from the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he looked to the Chiefess. Behind her stood a white figure. Her hair was a silvery grey, her skin the same colour, maybe a little darker.
¡°How interesting,¡± the soft voice of the woman said, moving past the Chiefess.
The Chiefess kept her eyes down, not daring to look at the woman. Raising her hands, the woman stared down at Charlie.
¡°My daughters, I hear your call!¡± the woman said, despite her soft tone, her words seemed to echo over the tribe.
¡°My daughters, I demand a sacrifice!¡± the tribe cheered and screamed. Gliding to the side of Charlie, the woman smiled, her red eyes fixating with his.
¡°As thanks for all you have done, I will allow you to become the devoted husband of my disciple. Thank you human, I watch you with interest,¡± she whispered before standing again before the tribe.
¡°You have made the blood sacrifice! Now offer me his seed! Gather it and give it to the best of warriors to consume, do this and I shall give you, my blessing! I will give you the power to tare the Region Lord to death! Capture him and sacrifice him to me!¡± the Goddess screamed over the tribe. Smiling as her people responded, she placed a hand onto the shoulder of the Chiefess.
Her arm sank into the Chiefess, causing her hair to go white as she combined with the Chiefess. Once her body was combined with the Chiefess, Charlie watched as a smile spread across the face of the Chiefess.
¡°Let the sacrifice begin,¡± the voice of the Chiefess and Goddess merged as they spoke. A stunned Charlie only watched as he resigned to his fate.