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Exploring the Undiscovered Lands with a Slave Harem, Chapter 7: Setting Foot In Kitran
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The dockworkers definitely had no idea what the hell they were looking at, as the Swordfish descended down. They actually scramble away, people at a great distance pointing at the vessel in something like shock. I was surprised by just how surprised they were. Sure, I was pretty sure I was the first person from the northern hemisphere who had ever come here, and thus this was the first airship they'd seen, but at the same time, what I had seen of the southern hemisphere showed there was plenty of weirdness down here. Races up north all mostly looked the same, save for horns or tails or big ears or being tall or short or the like. Down here, I'd already encountered the feathered-serpent looking Yalewi and the weird dog-people of the Siyaki, not to mention, of course, the talking birds.

In other words, I'd assumed they'd be used to weirdness. But apparently the Swordfish was a bit too weird, even for them. As it set down crisply at the dock, the wings rotating ninety degrees to shift from cutting through air to floating on water, a single dockworker approached the ship.

It was Voasary who got off the ship first, being that she was a local and (I hoped) had already picked up enough local languages. She exchanged some words with the dockworker, who sighed in relief and called out to his fellows.

"You're fine to come out," Voasary called back towards the rest of us. "They're just not used to ships like this."

"I guessed," I said, as I stepped out first. Jutaana was the second out, then Eshenesra, and at last I called back and made Azanaga and Pichi follow. "I really should start learning languages."

"And replace me?" Voasary asked, a flirty smile on her lips.

"You're irreplaceable," I told her, giving her a winning smile - and she seemed to be surprised by that particular statement. Maybe it was a bit too forward? "I need a translator, you have a magical talent with it, and since I saved you from the Yalewi, you would have to be a truly awful person to betray me outright."

She let out a small laugh at that. "Ah, so that's what you meant," she said. "I can't disagree. I do owe you, even if you didn't save me on purpose. Yalewi sacrificial rituals... aren't pretty." The one I had heard about from Voasary herself was that they would break bones so they could force the ribs open and remove the lungs via the hole to place on either side of the corpse, as a visceral sort of "wings." It wasn't clear to her at exactly which point in the process the victim would die, and my anatomical knowledge was insufficient to fill in that particular gap.

She turned back to one of the dockworkers, who had asked her some questions, and she answered them with some brisk words, leading the man to start writing. The words I caught were "leporagi," "pekina," "elf" and "demon" - presumably because there was no local word for any of their races. When he gestured to me, she didn't use any recognizable word; after some back-and-forth, she said, "cyborg," and then a bunch of unrecognizable words.

Afterwards, we were escorted away from the docks, and she explained the situation: he was wondering what race I was. Most humans don't have bits of a dead god attached to their torso, so he was understandably confused.

I wound up paying for some food for us, buying it from street vendors - luckily, we'd picked up a few of various local currencies on the way there, and given this was a port, it wasn't too hard to get things changed. The food on offer were exclusively these thin wooden sticks pierced through with a variety of different fruits. As we wandered, I did start to notice something strange: there wasn't any meat on sale.

I asked Voasary about it, and she relayed my questions to one of the sellers, who - after having the question explained, because he didn't get it at first  - seemed more baffled and disgusted than anything else. It wasn't in some moral sense, like I'd half-expected (there were vegetarian subcultures up north who disdained meat eating for moral reasons). More like if I'd asked after why there wasn't poop on sale to eat. It did make it pretty clear that nobody here sold any meat.

"Mm, but meat is being good," Jutaana said, with a little pout. "It is helping build strong muscles which are important for any girl."

"Jutaana, that's only true for leporagi," Azanaga said, her voice a bit chilly as she spoke. Jutaana stared at Azanaga for a long second, turned away, her eyes seeming to scan her brow as she thought about it.

"No!" She said at last. "It was being the Siyaki too! They were being muscular women!" She paused. "But you are also being right, maybe... I am not seeing many girls who are muscular. I was just thinking that Master was picking you flabby girls because you are cheap."

"I'm not flabby," Azanaga grit out.

At that point, we were interrupted by a trio of women, who were wearing fairly reasonable military dress - not full armor, but tunics and chain shirts, with a large flower design on the chest in white-and-gold. Each carried a spear at her side, and all the commoners gave them a wide berth. The leader of the trio barked out a command at us, but obviously, I didn't understand a single word.

"Aha!" Jutaana said. "They are being muscular! I am right!"

"They asked us to follow them to meet the king," Voasary said, strategically choosing to ignore the argument between Azanaga and Jutaana.

"Well, alright, then," I said.

* * *

The king's name was Marfer, and he was clearly quite old. His face was wrinkled, his body thin, as he sat on the throne and peered imperiously down at the group of us.



At his side was a truly, ludicrously beautiful woman with long ears, milky white skin, and shimmering silver hair, her eyes having an almost luminescent blue hue to them, striking as she peered down at us too. She wore what I was pretty sure were a wizard's robes, and I would probably have assumed she was an elf, if she wasn't impossibly pretty - or if I'd never seen an elf before. As it was, it was impossible for me to imagine that she wasn't some strange southerly counterpart to elves, in much the same way that Siyaki very vaguely resembled caninu. If just having long ears made you an elf, then Jutaana was the most elven woman I'd ever met.

Voasary and King Marfer spoke quite briskly, back and forth, exchanging inquiries and answers. I took the moment to quietly look around the room. There were courtiers, most of whom were clearly here to see the strange foreigners. There were also a good dozen more armed women, all of whom were well-armed, wearing similar clothes to the ones who had approached us in the port. They watched us with care, particularly myself, Eshenesra, and Jutaana.

Eventually, Voasary began acting as a translator for the king properly, speaking to me on his behalf. "Why did you come here to Kitran, foreign stranger?"

"I'm an explorer, employed by Almere to learn about the southern hemisphere. I hoped that by coming so far south that no one else had arrived yet, I could find out things of particular value." And, of course, that I could find out things that were interesting. I wanted to be part of the history of discovery, to see what nobody else in the northern hemisphere (thanks, Pichi) had ever seen before.

"What interest do you have in the politics of Kitran?"

"None," I said, honestly confused by the question. "Or, I suppose it would be good to be able to trade with your kingdom, perhaps, but I have no interest in... I don't know what the question is asking, to be honest."

"Matters of royal succession."

"I have no interest in matters of royal succession," I told him. I did feel a creeping concern, though - if there were succession problems, that meant politics that we might get stuck in the middle of.

For a long moment, he stared at us - then gestured to the long-eared woman at his side, who leaned in as he whispered to her. She whispered back. Even if they weren't whispering, I would not have known what she was saying, at all, as I didn't speak the language, at all. He spoke again after a little bit, and Voasary dutifully translated. "Then I offer you a boon, foreign dignitary." I nodded in response, not sure I quite qualified, but also not interested in arguing with him. "Irendar will make for you a potion that will enhance your ability to learn new languages." He gestured towards the elven woman.

"Can I have some for my companions, as well?" I asked, worried the moment the words left my lips that it would be too much. Certainly, once the translation was done, and Irendar crinkled her nose just so, her face still looking beautiful despite it, I definitely regretted it.

"No. Irendar is doing you a great favor, bringing her powerful alchemy to bear for your benefit; do not treat her like some common laborer who you can greedily take more work from."

"My apologies," I said, immediately, bowing my head deeply to the woman. She seemed satisfied with that, her expression returning to its previous cool mien. Her expression was as if everyone in the room were just a variety of mildly interesting animals kept in a zoo; fascinating, but not concerning to her in any way.

* * *

We were allowed to stay in the guest chambers at the castle; some strategic mistranslations on Voasary's part had led to them believing that Jutaana, Pichi, Azanaga, and Eshenesra were all my wives, and we were given a single, large room to share. "It's better than them thinking they're your slaves," she had explained, her voice almost a hiss. "Kitran does not allow men multiple wives, but some of its neighbors do. None south of the equator practice slavery, save the most wicked sorts. Further, there is no risk of scandal if you should be caught fucking them."

That was not the first thing on my mind, when I entered the guest bedroom. It was quite richly adorned, with a very large mattress, a variety of lovely tapestries on the walls, and even some bottled wine and metal cups for us to drink from. The first thing on my mind was the desire to just plop on the bed and pass out. All the social rules of Kitran were foreign to me, just like the rest of the place. My brain was still trying to figure out what my worst faux pas were, trying to figure out how I could make up for them. Maybe offer Irendar some gift? What did I even have that she wanted? Eshenesra was a sorceress, I suppose, so maybe she could share some knowledge?

My arm was laying across my face, blocking out most of the light, my eyes closed in contemplation, when I felt Pichi hit the bed. She just grabbed my waistband and tugged it down. I wasn't erect, what with the stress, but that was hardly enough to stop Pichi. "Since I'm your wife," she declared, with a certain jocular note to her voice, "it's only natural that I would suck your cock when you're stressed."

She leaned down at that point, softly wrapping her warm lips around my flaccid cock. I'm a grower, not a shower, so my cock was maybe the size of a thumb at that point; Pichi seemed to like that particular size a lot, given the way she hummed and noisily slurped on it.

"Eh..." Jutaana said, thinking about what Pichi had just said. "Yes~! Wife, wife," she declared, seeming obviously excited by it, bouncing in place at the idea. "Wife means breeding," she proclaimed, then hurriedly clambered onto the bed, pulling my arm away and fiercely kissing me on the lips, her tongue invading my mouth before I could argue with her. She hummed and panted into my mouth, her kiss seeming exceedingly eager.

My cock, by that point, was fully erect in Pichi's mouth, and she was sucking on the upper half of it, leaving the lower to throb in open air, still slick with her earlier spit. Azanaga huffed at the show from one side, while Eshenesra watched in quiet silence, her cheeks pink as one bent finger trailed across her lips, a phalange finding itself buried past her lips. She definitely had a voyeur streak, and I had no real problem indulging it.

One of my hands found its way to Jutaana's breast, groping it softly, and she hummed into my mouth at the feeling, almost shoving her tit into my palm. My other hand was placed on the back of Pichi's head, gingerly pressing downward in a quiet request, and Pichi responded by doing exactly what was asked of her, slowly but surely descending down my length, her throat bulging with my cock as she moved to deepthroat me. I just groaned at the feeling, while Pichi herself slurped wetly on my length, tongue dashing along the underside, her breasts jiggling softly from her enthusiastic movements and rubbing against my thighs in the process.

I just groaned under the attention, and when Jutaana at last pulled off, I took the chance to suck in some breaths. "I'm still not going to knock you up," I told her, and she bit her lip in the cutest way possible, my cock twitching inside Pichi's throat again. The pekina woman let out a gurgled noise to attract my attention, giving me a sharp look as our eyes met - a silent chastisement for my treatment of Jutaana.

"Ah... my husba~and," Jutaana said, almost singing the word out, "is so mean," she explained. "It is not being normal for a husband to refuse to give his wife baby, right? Right?" She asked Eshenesra and Azanaga.

"Maybe if he's a jerk with a tiny cock," Azanaga said, clearly wanting to tick me off.

"O-oh," Eshenesra said, her cheeks brightening as she made eye contact with Jutaana. "No... no, I don't think it's normal... I mean... ah, maybe, if it would be dangerous?"

"I'm not going to knock you up even if you all gang up on me," I told Jutaana. I gently stroked her cheek for a moment, then slid my hand up to her ear, massaging it near the base, provoking a sharp response from the leporagi, a hot breath escaping her throat as she trembled at the touch. "One day, alright? You're only twenty-four, you've got plenty of fertile years ahead of you, and you'll be with me for all of them."

Jutaana let out a truly sonorous moan at that, clearly loving the idea that she'd be with me for all of them. She pushed against my grip on her ear, and I released it, letting her once more lean down to meet my lips. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth hungrily.

Through all this, of course, Pichi hadn't been doing nothing - but she'd actually shown a bit of self-control, merely softly suckling and licking at my cock. More the gentle, tasting sort of blowjob, than the more intense cocksucking that she could put into it when she was particularly eager for it. Now that Jutaana and I had had a little moment, she clearly wanted the attention back on her cocksucking, and started just pounding her mouth up and down, slurping wetly, twisting her head around and around, her tits jiggling, smacking against my thighs as she moved around. There was an intensity to every motion, and the sounds coming out of her mouth left no doubt she was enjoying herself, soft moans and hums of delight, like she was having the tastiest treat she'd ever been fed at the moment.

For my part, I just groaned from the work, while Jutaana kept making out with me fervently, tongue dancing around the inside of my mouth. She actually took hold of my arms, directing them up towards her breasts, giving them to me to squeeze, and so, naturally, I did so, panting into her mouth as I relished the feeling of her large, full breasts in either hand. She undid her top, leaving her breasts free a moment later, and I could feel her perky nipples pressing into my palms as she made out with me.

At last, she broke off the kiss again, sucking in deep breaths. "Ah... husba~and," she whined, rubbing her thighs against each other. "I am wanting a~all your attention but Pichi is sucking your cock so I will be giving you time, okay? Pichi is being good wife," she said, putting extra-special emphasis on the word, like the scenario was the sexiest roleplay ever, "so she is deserving all her husband's attention as she is sucking his cock."

Pichi let out a soft hum around my dick, giving Jutaana an approving look before peeling off my cock for a moment, sucking in breaths as she stroked me. "Yeah," she said, licking her lips. "You're too eager to get your dick wet in fresh holes, Hob. What's the point of having four wives if you go and do that?"

"Yeah," Azanaga said. "You've got four hot girls who have to suck your cock on command-" Eshenesra went scarlet at that, her blue eyes growing wide, "-and you're still fucking randos like Bakwai and Voasary. I feel all hurt, being cheated on all the time like that, but I guess humans are too dumb to control their dicks."

"You two are enjoying this too much," I said, with a roll of my eyes. "I'll fuck who I want to fuck." I placed my hand on the back of Pichi's head, guiding her downwards. "You're not the boss of me."

"Yes," Jutaana agreed. "Husba~and is being the head of household, he is making decisions about who is getting fucked, which is us, and whoever he is feeling like! He is still paying attention to his wives so it is all being okay!" Pichi slurped my cock into her throat all the way, going completely balls deep and just mashing her nose into it, and I groaned and leaned back again for a moment, back arching, Pichi's tits rubbing and getting squished in between my thighs in a particularly exciting way.

"Mm, fuck," I breathed, leaning up on the bed at last, finally leaving my position on my back. I wasn't moving to get more control on Pichi - though she briefly looked like she was worried about it - and instead reached down for Pichi's tits, just fondling the huge, soft things, playing with them in my hands. "God, you have such crazy big tits, Pichi," I told her, thrusting my hips up into her face, making her let out a faint noise of surprise - but she also didn't try to stop me, neither the jerk of my hips nor the flagrant groping and squeezing of her breasts, tugging on them, squeezing them.

"Guess that's why you 'married' her," Azanaga said. "Just into big fat tits. Guess that explains why you aren't fucking Eshenesra. She's too much of a flatty."

"I- wh- there's no reason, to say things like that, it's just... I haven't asked him or anything! Obviously! You're the one who approached him for sex, I honestly thought you wouldn't," Eshenesra said.

"You should be asking then! Since we are all his wives, we should all be getting fucked!"

"A-ah, no, it's fine," Eshenesra said, ducking her head a bit.

At that point, Pichi did something truly insane and obscene with her mouth, just wetly slurping around my cock as her cheeks hollowed and she swallowed rapidly around my length. The repeated, rhythmic sensation, the way her tongue danced around, the feeling of her big tits in my hands, the way that Azanaga and Jutaana were - on purpose or not - both pressuring Eshenesra into sex with me... it pushed me over the edge, and I groaned as I started to come, tightening my grip on Pichi's tits. She peeled back as best she could, wrapping her lips around the tip, jerking me off with a self-satisfied look on her face as I deposited a thick load of cum on her tongue, and I shuddered and collapsed in the afterglow.

"Breeding sex, husba~and?" Jutaana asked, giving me an eager fluttering of the eyelashes.

"I really have had a long day," I told her.

"Okay..." Her ears actually drooped a little, but I wasn't lying. "I will being satisfied with cuddles then," she declared, hopping onto the bed next to me, sliding around my arm and then wrapping me in a hug. The other girls mostly did not choose such affectionate positions, but there was only one bed, so we wound up lying next to one another. Eshenesra crossed her arms over her chest and tried to stay stock still as she laid next to Azanaga, who slept in a lazy crumpled nude pile. Pichi just curled up on the far end of Jutaana from me, resting her head on a pillow she seemed to have decided was suitably comfy, and promptly fell asleep.

Luckily there were multiple blankets, because we wound up fighting over them, over the course of the night.

* * *

In the morning, we got woken up by a loud rapping at the door. Jutaana awoke first, and her jerk to attention brought me also into consciousness, my eyelashes fluttering open. "Somebody is being at door," Jutaana said to me. "Should I be getting sword?"

"I guess as a safety measure," I told her, stumbling out of the bed, making my way lazily to the door, pulling on my pants as I made the journey. I creaked open the door, finding Irendar standing there.

She was wearing gloves on her hands, which was new from when I'd met her in the throne room. She looked at me with some small note of distaste visible in her gaze - maybe because I was half-naked as I answered the door? - and handed over a bottle about the size of a small salt shaker. She then handed me a letter. "Tye pole't han mana ni eques, mal Voasarime pole sina." Her voice was almost musical as she spoke, stunning me with how pleasant it was to hear.

"Um," I started - but she left without another word.

I think she said Voasary's name, which would make sense. Unfortunately, as Voasary wasn't my 'wife,' but my translator, she wasn't in this bedroom, so I had to get dressed before going out and finding her, handing off the letter.

"It says to drink one thimble's worth per day, and to spend several hours listening to conversations in the language you wish to learn," Voasary said. She hummed as she read it. "It might be possible to use this amount for more than one person? It's not entirely clear on duration, but if you manage to pick up the local language before you drink half the bottle..."

"Right. Where's a thimble, then?" I was most certainly going to head right out to the market and just listen to as many people talking as I possibly could. I considered taking the bottle with me and drinking it there, but I imagined there was the risk of somebody recognizing it and stealing it, or it being broken... so I drank my thimble and headed out.

* * *

One thing I had started to notice about the locals was that they didn't seem to have any fucking horses. I'd expected a lack of personal vehicles like street cars, but even the all-female royal guard (if that was, in fact, what they were) just walked everywhere. Wagons, such as they were, were pulled by people, not animals. It made trips a bit more obnoxious than they otherwise needed to be, but it wasn't like I was going to pay for a palanquin... though I suppose technically my 'wives' could carry me on one.

The experience of listening to conversation in a language I didn't know was quite a surprise. Words didn't flow from one to the other quite right - there was a constant feeling of familiarity, like the meaning of this word or that one was just on the edge of comprehension. I started to recognize the little words and parts of speech - the "the"s and the "a"s and the "-ing"s and the "of"s - and understand their meanings without actually being able to put them into a sentence. It was like hearing "XXX was a XXX XXX to have XXX that," though of course there were words in the middle. Sometimes I could guess at them - that one must have been an adjective by the grammar.

It was honestly bewildering, the way the magic worked, and by the day's end, markets closing up as the sun went down and darkness took over, I was pretty sure I had enough of a vocabulary to manage some shitty, halting conversation. I tried as much with Voasary, since she'd picked up the language more perfectly in her own way, and her conclusion was that I spoke enough to manage something very basic.

Given that, I figured there was probably enough in the bottle Irendar had given me to let one of my 'wives' learn the local language... or to maintain a dose to learn another language myself, if there was occasion.

Either way, I looked forward to the next day. With another dose, my mastery of the language would doubtless be competent enough to manage all manner of conversations, picking up the occasional rarer word where necessary the same way one does in one's native tongue.

My brain was a bit frazzled, though, which disappointed Azanaga supremely as I plopped onto bed. "You're a terrible husband, which I guess is to be expected of a human man," she said, with a long-suffering sigh. I had no idea if her playing the part of 'wife' was just because she thought it was funny or because she was worried about somebody overhearing us speaking Almerese and understanding it. "I'm your wife and you haven't fucked me since we arrived here."

"For fuck's sake, can't you just masturbate?"

"Tch. That's what a rutting dog would say. Isn't orgasm enough? Does there need to be anything more than that? Maybe you can be satisfied with your own right hand-" she actually looked at my right hand and crinkled her nose in disgust. "Actually that's an awful thought and just killed my libido, so good work."

"Me masturbating killed your libido?" I asked as I laid in bed. I was happy she decided to stop being pissy about me fucking her, but the response was still a tad extreme.

"You masturbating with the corpse of my god does, yes," she sneered, looking at me like I was stupid.

Admittedly, it was a pretty good point so I did feel rather stupid. Mostly, though, I felt tired, so I went out like a light once I closed my eyes, Jutaana once more snuggling into me in the night.

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My initial hope, after escaping the feathered-serpent people (Nyzhraga eventually told me they were called the "Yalewi," if only to get me to stop calling them that) who had attacked us, was to just outrun them. Unfortunately, while the Swordfish could fly faster than the local galleys and longboats could manage, we had only limited knowledge of the local terrain - messy maps pieced together from half-accurate cartography by numerous amateurs. Islands that must have been hallucinations by their absence, landmarks far from where they were marked out, and of course, the great blurry fog of the unknown as one made one's way ever southward. Maps from less civilized people might have gone for "here there be monsters"; ours went for "region unknown."

Occasionally, we'd be surprised by the Yalewi; mostly, we just went up to avoid them, since that was easier and safer than engaging normally. Whatever web spell had forcibly grounded us that first time seemed to be rare, at least, sparing us the constant indignity of getting dragged down.

Still, the Yalewi seemed really damned dedicated to bringing us down, and surprisingly good at figuring out exactly where we were. Unless they were constantly swarming across the oceans like ants and then attacking every airship they saw - which I suppose was possible - it seemed like they were using some kind of divination magic or some more conventional information networks to find us. Maybe some of the talking birds shared intel with them?

I saw the familiar shape on the ship's radar, immediately identifiable as one of the Yalewi boats, headed straight for us, and with the exhaustion of somebody being chased for days, I started to ascend. Holding a greater height burns more power from the mana batteries, and of course there's less mana the further you get from the planet's surface, so we could hardly stay that high up forever... but I was getting tired of this. I set us high up enough that I was sure even the best shot couldn't hit just due to gravity, and then cracked open the airlock.

The loud whoosh of air in my ears was momentarily distracting, but I soon found my target - the ship far below. I just pointed at its mast with my cannon arm and fired. I half-expected to simply miss, given the distance, but the light beam raced right through it, puncturing a good sized hole and setting the thing ablaze. Immediately, the Yalewi set about trying to fix it, even as they howled angrily up at the ship, some of them fruitlessly firing arrows up at us. I watched the scene, deciding if I wanted to sink the ship outright - after all, would the other Yalewi even know if I did that? I'd rather they stopped following me, than that they all died - and decided to take another couple shots, punching fresh holes and starting fresh fires. The Yalewi became even more animated, scurrying across the surface of the ship.

And I noticed a young woman clamber out of one of the holes I'd punched in the ship. I couldn't see her that well, but I could tell she was female, and dark-skinned, and probably human - or else one of the races from up north, not one of the animal-headed folks that seemed surprisingly common around these parts.

Given she was choosing to jump overboard and start swimming, rather than trying to help the Yalewi, I was pretty sure she was a would-be sacrificial victim who I had accidentally saved... and who would probably drown without assistance, given how far it was to the nearest island. I hesitated, then fired off a few more shots at the ship, completely distracting the Yalewi as it started to take on water; nobody else seemed to have the chance to escape, and the ship itself turned as much as it could in its damaged condition, trying to get somewhere safe.

At that point, I went back to the helm, using the ship's radar to find the woman's position, and I lowered the vessel down towards the water, wings shifting from their vertical arrangement to a flat one. After a few seconds, I heard her clamber atop one of the wings, then start banging on the outside of the vessel. "Salama? Ampio aho azafady? Nidina hanampy ahy ianao, eny?"

"Master? There is being somebody banging on the vessel. Also it was being very amazing how you were showing those Yalewi to be fearing us!" Jutaana added.

"I'm pretty sure she's a would-be sacrifice," I said. "But be ready for anything." In response, Akamarina reformed in the main room, and I went to the airlock, opening it one way, then the other.

Voasary


She was pretty, with chocolate-colored skin and messy dark hair. Her eyes were a surprisingly sharp blue, and she stared at me for a long second, her gaze going to the top of my head for a moment, a frown on her lips. She was also wearing almost nothing - as was common in this region - and had some fairly elaborate tattoos on her arms and her left leg, spiraling up the length of them in geometric designs and patterns.

"Don't do anything violent," I said, though I was pretty sure she couldn't understand me. Especially given the dull look she gave me.

Then she stepped forwards towards me, raising her hand and pointing at my lips. Her finger was just an inch or so away, but the movement seemed simultaneously benign and authoritative, not a threat but a well-intentioned demand, like a doctor's. "Sokafy ny vavanao."

"Wha-" was as far as I got before she stuck two fingers in my mouth. They tasted, as you might expect, like the saltwater they'd just been bathed in, and they ran along my tongue, my teeth, my gums, in a way that felt intimate but was obviously actually aiming to accomplish something. My blade arm had snapped out, just in case it was some sort of attack,

"Oh, yuck," she said, as she pulled her fingers out, looking somewhat disgusted. "What a terrible language. Tastes northern. Almerese?" She toyed with the word for a second.

"You know Almerese?" I was, in fact, surprised.

"Now I do," she said, wiping her spit-soaked fingers off on my shirt. "I assume you didn't actually mean to rescue me?"

I shook my head. "The Yalewi have been hounding me around for a while now," I told her. "I decided to try scaring them off."

"Thanks anyway. Any enemy of theirs is a friend of mine," she said, though the smile she wore didn't quite reach her eyes. "Where are you headed?"

"I was planning to try to find Kitran."

"Master? Is everything being okay, Master?" Jutaana called out from the other side of the airlock.

"I can help with that," the young woman said. "Name's Voasary, by the way," she said.

The external airlock door closed, and there was Jutaana, sword still at her side. Voasary approached her, pointing two fingers at the girl's mouth. "Eh, Master, why is she-mmf!" I was surprised she waited that long, honestly.

"It's fine," I said, as Jutaana raised her sword a few inches, Voasary herself shifting slightly to the side. "Some magic to help learn the language."

Jutaana's leg kicked strangely at the ground, in a way most familiar to me from when we were actually having sex. Eventually, Voasary popped her fingers out, and spoke a few words in Jutaana's native language.

"Ah!?!" Jutaana sounded genuinely excited as she spoke back, but I unfortunately didn't know much more about it beyond them saying 'Ahng' instead of 'Ow!'

Azanaga gave a few quick claps, attracting my attention to her, and reminding me that she and Eshenesra and Pichi were also all in the main room. "Good job." She intercepted Voasary's fingers as the girl approached. "Eshenesra speaks Nyzhraga and I only speak that and Almerese." She jerked her head over towards Eshenesra, who just flushed as Voasary approached.

"Only thing I like rooting around in my mouth is dick," Pichi said, as Voasary started rooting around in Eshenesra's mouth. Voasary gave her a very unimpressed look. "I'm Pichi, by the way."

"Voasary," was the succinct reply. She took quite a bit longer inside of Eshenesra's mouth than she had in mine or Jutaana's, the elf just quietly trembling, glancing over at me for reassurance. Eventually, though, she popped her fingers out of Eshenesra's mouth. "You northerners sure wear a lot," she noted, as she wiped her fingers off on Eshenesra's clothes.

"Right. Now that that's done, do you want us to take you home?" I asked her. "If it isn't too far out of our way, we could."

"My home's gone," Voasary said. "I'm from a small, ah, there's not a word you have for it. Temple village, I think is something like it? Medicine village? Less than a hundred permanent residents. I was the person who would use my magic to help people. The others were minders and fishers and the like."

"You could still be helping people!" Jutaana said.

"I don't want to." Voasary cracked her neck. "I'm from Fiandohana."

"I think I've heard of that one," I said, "but only pretty wild stories."

"They're true in spirit, even if I don't know what you've heard. Rule by the dead. Ghosts of ancestors, cut off from the cycle of reincarnation, enacting a tyranny of their values and traditions into the present. I didn't want to be a... fetish? Totem?" She hummed. "So many missing words in your language, makes it kinda useless." She gestured to her arm. "The tattoos contain spirits which are bound into my body. I was a child and it hurt. Take me with you," she said, focusing her blue eyes on me. "I don't want to go back home, and I can translate for you. If you're headed south, then you won't be able to find people that speak Nyzhraga for much longer."

I thought about it for a long few seconds. We had things set up for a crew of five - not a crew of six. Further, I didn't know how much I could trust her. Pichi, Azanaga, Eshenesra, Jutaana - they were all carrying a slave crest that completely bound them to my will. They couldn't betray me in any way, even if they wanted to. I tried to never give them cause to want to, but you can never know if somebody is nursing some secret grudge and planning to betray you.

On the other hand, if not her, I'd have to find other translators, or multiple translators, and wind up in just the same situation. And unlike those other translators, I had just saved her from being a human sacrifice. "Alright," I said. "You can join us. There's not a spare bed, so you'll have to figure that out," I told her.

"Is that a bed?" She asked, pointing to a sofa in the main room.

"No. It's a sofa."

"Sofa..." She rolled the word on her tongue. "Hm. Sofa. Got it." She sat down on it, wiggled her butt into it, getting ready to lie down.

"Wait, wait, wait," Pichi said, making Voasary pause. "Dry off first," she said.

* * *

Voasary knew a lot about the local region, given that people would come from far and wide to get magical assistance from her. She didn't know exactly where Kitran was, but she knew places which were near it, which in turn helped us get there much more quickly than we would have without her. Whenever there was a need to pick up another language, she'd shove two fingers into somebody's mouth, which seemed to be considered a bit of an honor by the locals who recognized the magic.

Not so much the ones who didn't, of course.

Overall, Voasary had a rough but genial manner. She didn't care much about niceties - or maybe she didn't know them, or was following some other set of niceties I couldn't recognize - but she would be helpful if asked to help with something. She was a voracious reader of what books from the North we had, though she was annoyed by how many of them were about the South. "I already know about the South, why didn't you bring books about the North?" I remember her asking, and not being satisfied with the obvious answer - I already knew about the North.

She mostly treated the food we had like an exotic treat. "mmm, sho good," I remember her saying, at one of Pichi's home cooked meals - and after she ate her first chocolate bar, I was only able to stop her from eating all of them by saying that a) I would kick her off the boat if she ate all the bars, and b) she wouldn't be able to eat bars in the future if she just gorged herself on them.

Her opinion of slavery was - to say the least - poor. Once she worked out that the girls didn't call me Master like you might call somebody Sir, but instead had a slave crest that forced them to obey me, her opinion sharply soured. Jutaana saying I was a great master didn't seem to do much of anything to persuade her. "Only evil countries practice slavery. Even Fiandohana doesn't. The Yalewi do. The Jiraki don't. The Alashkor do." She went on to list like twenty different countries, the vast majority of which I did not recognize, but apparently all the 'good people' countries didn't practice slavery, while all the 'evil people' countries did.

"It's different up North."

"Apparently you are evil up north, then," she said, her gaze sharp.

"I couldn't release them even if I wanted to," was the only thing that actually ended that particular discussion. It required equipment that only existed up North.

Voasary's opinion of me did improve when she saw Pichi, Jutaana, and Azanaga all pretty much beg (in their own ways) for sex - and Eshenesra revealed that I wasn't fucking her at all. The fact that a slave would actually ask for sex with their master was a very foreign concept to her, and she seemed to conclude that 'slavery' must mean something different up North. (I don't think it did, other than us having slave crests - I was just quite lax with them, relative to a lot of others - but I didn't correct her.) Either way, I ordered the girls to avoid mentioning their status as slaves in the future - if slavery was that much of a taboo down South, I didn't want to piss off everybody I met right out the gate.

* * *

Sex with Azanaga was genuinely strange to me. Not that it had changed since I first fucked her - but that it hadn't. She would verbally degrade herself, get me to come, and then consider the sex done and her libido satisfied. I could facefuck her and she would just move on after I came, even though she rarely orgasmed during our sex. (She did sometimes - but that just made it weirder. If she never orgasmed I'd just assume she biologically couldn't, not that she didn't care about them.) She'd explain it as just how demons were, but it was still fucking weird to me. In the end, though, I was fucking her because she wanted me to, so I didn't put much priority on "fixing" her sexual preferences to be more "normal" or whatever.

Still, that day, I'd decided to do her from behind, bending her over my bed and gripping one of her horns as I fucked her, holding her in place as I pounded away. "I'm a Nyzhraga bitch, I was born to get fucked by fat human cocks, the only reason the Nyzhraga Empire existed in the first place was to make it sexier when bitches like me were dominated by human cocks," she explained, her voice a little breathless as I just rammed away. "I deserve to get fucked and put in my place by you, Master. All demon bitches need human cocks to put them in their places as women. Demon men are just a pointless necessity to produce more succubi whores like me."

Her dirty talk was starting to work its magic on me, I have to admit. I was just railing her hard, my cock throbbing inside her, and I let go of her horns to grab her breasts, squeezing one in either hand. "That's right," I grunted out, and I felt her pussy tighten suddenly on my cock. "I only bought you so I could fuck you and put you in your place. You weren't being sold as a civil engineer, why would you think I bought you as one? Demon bitches like you are only good for one thing, and it's what I bought you for." I was just bullshitting - but she actually came, moaning and thrashing on my cock wildly, her pussy going absolutely crazy. She'd come here and there before, but it was the most intense orgasm I'd ever seen from her, and I just bottomed out and came with a long groan as her pussy milked me dry.

Once I was spent, she panted on the bed for several long seconds. "Thanks," she said. "Nnn, fuck." She sighed loudly. "You're getting better at the dirty talk."

"Thanks," I said, in the most insincere way possible to say thanks. I decided to head to the kitchen to grab some water to drink - and I found Jutaana and Voasary rapidly exchanging words in Padauiran. They both fell silent and turned their gaze up to me when I arrived - Jutaana with her puppy love, Voasary with a gaze that asked What are you looking at?

From the way they looked at me, I could tell they were talking about me, but it wasn't like I could have understood it anyway, so I just went to the kitchen and got my drink. By the time I finished and came back, Azanaga had gotten dressed and left my bedroom; Jutaana and Voasary both shut up the second I entered the room, yet again. Voasary stared at me quietly for a long few seconds. "Are you really that good at sex?"

"How good at sex am I supposed to be?"

"Master is being very good at sex!" Jutaana said, and it let me instantly orient how good at sex I was supposed to be. I just took hold of one of her ears, softly massaging it near the base in a way that made her leg kick a little and also shut her up.

"Jutaana is in love with me, so the sex is better for her," I explained.

"Is Azanaga in love with you too?" Voasary glanced in the direction of Azanaga's room. "She certainly seemed... loudly satisfied."

"If she's in love with me, she's terrible at expressing it," I told Voasary. "But I guess I can't put it past her." She did ping pong back and forth between talking about how Nyzhraga was the greatest thing ever, to how it only existed so it'd be hotter for humans to fuck demon sex slaves like her.

She exchanged some quick words with Jutaana in Padauiran - then turned her attention back to me. "I'd like to try sex. According to Jutaana, it's really good, and I have just about no experience, due to being a mpanasitrana. I figure who better to take my first time - pop my cherry? - than the guy who saved me from the Yalewi, if only by accident?" She paused for a moment. "Why does pop my cherry mean that?"

"It refers to the hymen, which often is torn during a girl's first time, producing some amount of blood," I told her, which made her nose crinkle. "Don't worry, it doesn't happen if the guy is gentle getting started."

"Ah, so you are willing to do it," she said, standing up at that point, heading right for the bedroom.

I followed after her, though not before Jutaana spoke up. "Be fucking her really good, Master! Ah! Since she is human she is being possible to get knocked up!" She sounded absolutely torn by the sudden realization. "She is being very nice but still, please be knocking up Jutaana first, okay?!"

"Did you hear Jutaana?" I asked, as I closed the door behind me.

"Ah... yeah," Voasary said, sitting awkwardly on the bed, now. "Why not knock her up? She seems really enthusiastic about the possibility."

"I'd be happy to knock her up, it's just the situation isn't ideal for it," I explained. "I don't suppose you have some magic in those tattoos that can keep you from getting pregnant?" Voasary shook her head, and I bit my lip, thinking about it. "Let's just do a sixty-nine."

"Yeah. I don't know what that is."

"Take off your clothes," I said, even as I did much the same. Obviously it took me much longer, since she wore virtually nothing and was soon naked on the bed. "Now lie on your back. Don't put your head right up near the headboard," I clarified, and she got into the appropriate position - then I clambered atop her, so that I was looking at her pussy, and she was looking at my cock. "It's not technically 'real' sex, but-" I was going to say feels just as nice, but I was interrupted by loud sniffing noises from Voasary, who reached up to clasp the base of my cock, pointing it towards her face as she leaned into it, sniffing ever louder. "Um. Enjoying yourself?"

"It smells... so good," she breathed out, almost exhaling the words. I would have assumed that she was smelling Azanaga's juices, except I'm pretty sure she also just smelled normal. Her nose sniffed louder and louder. "Mmm... fuck," she breathed out. "Does it taste good?" Her tongue danced along my cock, flicking along the side in a completely random spot - but the way she started to just lavish it with hungry licking movements only made my dick throb all the more. "It does, mm, mph, so good, tasty, mm," she hummed and moaned noisily as she just licked at my cock.

It seemed like she understood her part in the position well enough, at least, so I leaned down towards her, kissing at her clit softly, lips teasing the nub. She shivered at that, but didn't stop her licking, desperately sliding her tongue all over my cock, making hungry moans and gasps. You'd have thought my cock was the tastiest thing ever, by the way she wetly moaned after each long lick, sucking noisily on my cock occasionally. Not in the sense of putting it in her mouth, but just attaching her lips to one side and slurping on it, cheeks audibly hollowing.

For my part, I slid two fingers into her waiting sex. She jerked at the touch - my hands do have that metallic coldness, for the most part - but didn't complain, just continuing to lick instead. After a few seconds for my fingers to warm up, I started to finger her more seriously and thoroughly, continuing to kiss at her clit, occasionally pausing to just suckle at the nub.

Her fellatio grew more enthusiastic and sloppy as I worked, and I could feel the spit dripping off my dick from where she'd plastered so much that it was now just cascading down. Her moans started to mix this is tasty and this feels good together, the two feelings both being simultaneously expressed as throaty moans of delight. I just worked to figure out what she liked best in terms of touching, and eventually figured it out. It was harder than usual, due to just how horny and aroused she obviously was from tasting my cock, but once I found the right spots, I managed to get her to come quite quickly, her hips pushing up into my face as she moaned wildly next to my dick, giving up on sucking and licking it for a few long seconds.

When she finished coming, she was left breathless, her tongue making lazier trails across my cock, an almost numb sort of licking, like she was too fuckdrunk to do anything else. Hot breaths spilled out as she recovered, brushing along my cock in the process, but when she got herself together to speak, her words were definitely very pleasant to hear. "Fuck, that felt good. Am I doing a good job on the, uh, blowjob? I got a little distracted with how tasty your cock is." My dick twitched in her hand, and she leaned in to kiss it again. "If I can do something to make it better for you, just say so," she added.

"You've been doing great," I reassured her. "All that stuff was great. But there is one thing you haven't done that's pretty common in blowjobs. Just wrap your lips around the very tip, and start moving your mouth down my length."

She planted her lips in the appropriate location, letting out a muffled noise around my cockhead. "Li'e fihsh?" She managed to get out, around my dick, her tongue flashing about.

"Yes. Now stretch your mouth wide, and just move forward." She obeyed dutifully, her mouth opening and starting to suck my cock into her mouth. She hummed as the (apparently, delicious) flavor hit her tongue again, and she rabidly licked and slurped at my dick, twisting her head on automatic instinct in a way that made the feeling even better. I groaned in pleasure as she moved her way down, momentarily forgetting all about reciprocation. When I hit the back of her throat, she gagged wetly on my cock, spittle flecking out and up - but she didn't stop, surprising me. She just pressed against it, moaning the whole time, clearly very much enjoying the whole experience of gagging on my cock.

As much as Pichi may also have been a fellatio addict, Voasary had a completely different vibe to how she sucked cock. Not just in the lack of skill, but Pichi sucked dick to get a reaction - Voasary was in it for the love of the cock. I had no idea what, in particular, caused the woman to treat my dick like the tastiest, best-smelling thing she'd ever encountered in her life, but there was no doubt in my mind in that moment that that was exactly what she felt like. A tongue that danced along my cock even as she pushed her face against her gag reflex, trying to stretch out to taste as much as she could, intermittently sputtering - then I let go in her mouth, groaning against her clit as I unloaded.

She just swallowed wetly. If anything, her noises about how tasty my cock was got louder, humming and slurping wetly around my dick. She did pull back a bit, but that seemed to be mostly to make more room for my cum - and then she came again, starting to sputter a little in the process, twitching in place around my cock as she accidentally choked on my cum.

When I was finished coming, I pulled out of her mouth, sitting down on the bed and catching my breath. Her face was a bit of a mess - tear stained, and with a little bit of cum having somehow come out of her nose. But she looked absolutely ecstatic as she just swilled my cum in her mouth.

"Fuck, that's incredibly tasty," she said, when she finally swallowed, a couple minutes later. She took a breath through her nose and shuddered. "Smells so~o good, too," she added. She twisted her head over to me. "Can I get another?"

She could.

* * *

The ship proceeded on its course to Kitran, taking directions from various islands. "New docks," I called out, and Voasary poked her head into the cockpit.

"Ah. That's Kitran," she said.

"How can you tell?" I asked.

She pointed out the window. "The giant floating pearl over it," she said. It was partly obscured by a mountain, but after she pointed it out, it was unmistakable. The rainbow colors were bright and eye-catching across the surface of the smooth, round, well-polished giant object. It was one of the distinctive features about Kitran we'd heard about, so it left no ambiguity.

"Ah. Yeah. That's Kitran," I said, starting to lower the Swordfish down towards the docks.

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Jutaana didn't trust this 'Bakwai' woman alone with her Master, not one bit. She had definitely been looking at Jutaana with sadistic eyes at points during that sex. She probably thought that she had... what was the Almerese word for it? "Cucked"? That she had "cucked" (if that was the right word, her Almerese was a work in progress) Jutaana.

While Jutaana certainly didn't think about her relationship with her Master that way, she also understood that people who tried to "cuck" other people were bad. It was the difference between eating food that was shared and stealing it. Thieves were bad people. She nodded to herself at that thought. She didn't mind that her Master was fucking Pichi and Azanaga and probably soon would also be fucking Eshenesra. She only minded Bakwai, because Bakwai clearly thought she was a sex-thief. A love-thief? Is that what it was to "cuck" someone?

Either way, Jutaana simply stood in the corner of Bakwai's room, watching her and her Master's naked bodies. Her Master gave her a reassuring smile, almost an apology, because no matter what stupid things Bakwai was thinking, her Master cared about her, Jutaana. He was just cuddling out of obligation! It was obligation cuddling, not anything serious!

When it became clear that her Master was not going to be leaving Bakwai's arms any time soon, Jutaana sat down in the corner, letting her ears droop a bit, as she drifted off to sleep. She wasn't leaving Bakwai alone! Just taking a nap!

She had a nice dream where her Master had sex with her while telling her that she was much prettier and sexier and smarter than Bakwai (who only spoke one language! Jutaana spoke two!), and he had realized how much he wanted to knock her up and make lots of babies with her, and she drank the medicine he gave her and then became a mother with a full litter of a dozen baby leporagi, just as the gods intended!

She was a little sad when she woke up and none of that had happened. But, her Master was quietly peeling himself out of Bakwai's arms, which was very nice too. "Come on, Jutaana," he said, with a small jerk of his head, after he'd pulled back on his clothes. She was tempted to give the other woman some rude gesture, but decided she would be the more mature person. Her Master was older than her, after all, and all his other lovers were even older than that! She needed to show that she was mature or he would breed one of the other girls first!

Humans considered maturity important to deciding whether or not to breed, right? She was pretty sure she had heard that somewhere. So she needed to be mature to make sure that her Master bred her.

* * *

"I do want to be moving on," her Master said, after finding his way back to the temple they'd made their brief home. "Eshenesra, see about getting us some food for the journey ahead."

"Yes," Eshenesra agreed, "master," she added a moment later. Jutaana didn't think that it was really necessary for her to call Hob 'Master' all the time, but she did know that Hob thought it was sexy so she called him that. It was like a cute pet name! She wasn't sure if she should tell Eshenesra it was okay to call him Hob?

Either way, her opportunity vanished as Eshenesra left. Pichi groaned and practically flopped out of her cot, tumbling around for a moment to find her shoes, yawning and stretching. "It was lo~oud in the night," she groaned. "I feel so drained. Carry me, Hob?"

Jutaana glared at Pichi for just a moment - then her Master spoke up. "She's probably tired because of Akamarina manifesting so powerfully. Carry her back to the ship so she can sleep again, would you, Jutaana?"

"Yes, Master!" Jutaana agreed quickly, her annoyance at Pichi vanishing now that her Master had told her she needed to help the older woman. Pichi let out a grumble as Jutaana just easily hefted the petite woman up - she weighed about 60lbs/27kg, so it was easy for Jutaana to heft her up onto her shoulders, the woman slumping forward. She did have very big breasts which pushed into the back of Jutaana's head. Jutaana had never felt inadequate in terms of her chest size before meeting Pichi and seeing her Master fuck Pichi's breasts, but Jutaana's breasts were too small to manage that. According to her Master, while pregnancy made your breasts bigger, it was only by one or two 'cup sizes', so even getting bred would not bridge the gulf between them in the chest department!

Pichi grumbled as Jutaana carried her back to the ship. "I wish Hob had carried me instead of you," she said. "He'd probably have a hard-on and just fuck my throat... nnn, normally I like being active but it'd be nice to just lie back for a young buck like him."

"I am not understanding why you are liking blowjobs so much," Jutaana said, admitting it for the first time. "Sex is for making babies so vaginal sex with creampie is making the most sense. I could be understanding if it was as, um, to be getting him hard first, but I am not understanding as main attraction."

"Ah, to be so young," Pichi said, which just annoyed Jutaana. "You're making him feel good. Making his brain melt. All his thoughts drain out from his cock while he's in your mouth, and it's a~all your hard work," she continued. "Isn't that sexy? Making a man just lose all sense, his toes curling, his lips parting, that little groan and gasp, his fingers curling into the back of your head as he loses himself in the moment... it's definitely sexier than a little slot A tab B unf unf oof to me," Pichi explained.

"I am seeing, I think," Jutaana said. "But he is enjoying sex in the normal way too! He is definitely losing himself in the moment!" Sometimes! Not all the time, though... sometimes he was thinking about things, even if those things were just making Jutaana feel good too! Well, he probably wouldn't think of those if his cock was in her mouth!

"It's up to you what you do with him... well, technically, he could make you do whatever he feels like..." At last, they arrived at the shoreline, and Jutaana dumped Pichi unceremoniously on the sand, where she just flopped onto her back as she swam out, opened the door, then came back to carry Pichi onto the ship. "Thank you for carrying me, by the way."

"I was only doing it because Master was asking me!" Jutaana huffed, before plopping Pichi into her bed. "When I am coming back with him, we will be having sex and you will not be being invited!"

"Great," Pichi said, closing her eyes and letting out a long exhalation. "I'm tired."

* * *

When Jutaana returned to the village, things had gotten much worse! Bakwai was growling and snapping at Eshenesra, while somebody was translating in Nyzhraga for her. "She says that since you laid with her, you're her man now, and you can't be with other women," Eshenesra said.

"That is being stupid!" Jutaana declared, practically jumping into things. "I am first one that Master was having sex with on island so I am having precedence!"

"Would it be... a good idea to translate that, Eshenesra?" Hob asked her - and Azanaga decided to translate it herself, without being told. Once the information was relayed to Bakwai, the woman in question turned her way and barked a few words.

"She called you a cuck," Azanaga explained.

Jutaana knew it! "I am not being a cuck!" Jutaana declared, pointing at the other woman. "You are being the cuck, because I will be taking Master away with me on our ship, while you will be staying all alone on island with empty pussy because you are being a bad person while I am being a good person who Master likes!" The words just spilled out.

When the words were translated to Bakwai... the woman just snapped, snarling and charging right at Jutaana, arms outstretched, claws bared. Jutaana didn't know if she was allowed to kill the other woman, so she hopped back a step and then landed a kick on the woman's chest, sending her tumbling backwards. Still, she drew her sword in case the woman came at her again.

There was a gathering crowd. Jutaana leapt from foot to foot, all the coiled energy from the raid the previous night now coming around again, intensifying and strengthening in her body as she readied herself for a fight. The bitch could come at her if she wanted to! She would show her what for!

"Can you two not fight?" Hob asked, even as his hands idly shifted in place, readying to snap out into lethal weapons if need be..

"She is the cuck who is starting fight," Jutaana sneered. Wait, was that not mature behavior? Probably not! "I am being fine not fighting if she stops too," she added.

Bakwai snapped and then started belting out words at Jutaana, pointing at her, stomping the ground, getting ever angrier. Eventually, the words were translated into a language Jutaana spoke, and they were mostly lots of rude names, but also a challenge to a duel, the stakes being Hob.

"Obviously I don't agree to that," Hob said. "I'm not Jutaana's to give away. She's mine." Jutaana felt her heart swoon a little at those words. Yes, she was his. She bet that he didn't think of Bakwai as his. Were those mature thoughts? Well, she just wouldn't say them out loud.

Bakwai barked a few more words, and they got translated back to her. "She says that a duel of honor doesn't need stakes beyond the participants' lives," Eshenesra explained. "So she wants a fight to the death, without weapons, against you."

"I am not accepting this because Master creampied her so he would probably like to have sex with her again, which he cannot be doing if she is dead," Jutaana said. "We are leaving anyway, so I do not be having to look at her any more, or the other way around. Huff." She said huff aloud, to make it clear that she wanted that translated.

"Don't translate the bit about creampieing," Hob said, and Azanaga's mouth snapped shut. Eshenesra wound up doing the translation back through to her. Bakwai snarled and barked but she was no longer talking to Jutaana, but to the woman doing the translating, so Jutaana considered things finished.

"Let us be going now, since she is being dumb cuck," Jutaana said.

"I'm not provoking her," Azanaga said preemptively before Hob could say anything, raising her hands defensively.

In the end, the dumb cuck Bakwai was stopped by the other Siyaki from trying to kill Jutaana over her being unable to accept being a cuck. They left the island peacefully, with some extra food, and even some coins from people whose family members Eshenesra had healed.

* * *

"Jutaana," Hob said, as the Swordfish rose from the ocean, its wings rotating ninety degrees over and under her head. She perked up immediately, on hearing her name. "Please don't provoke people."

"Ehh? She was the one doing the provoking!" It was the truth!

"Still. Don't push their buttons even further, if they start problems, alright?" Hob asked her. She had not acted maturely, had she? Pregnancy was now extra months or years away because of her stupid anger! But Bakwai deserved all the things she said! It was not like she lied!

"I will be trying, Master, sorry," she said, her ears drooping a bit as she looked down at her feet. He gently reached out for her chin, making her look at him. Her heart raced a bit at the intimate touch - and then he kissed her on the lips.

"It is cute, though," he told her, which made her smile. "I'm glad you like me, Jutaana."

She didn't just like him, she loved him! But maybe she shouldn't say that right now and ruin the moment. "I am being glad I am having such a wonderful master, Master," she said instead.

At that, he took her to the bedroom and they fucked like rabbits!

* * *

Jutaana's naked body was draped across her Master's equally-naked body, enjoying the feeling of his warm-and-cool body, the familiarity of it pleasant in her arms as she just held him. That dumb cuck had been thinking she would steal her current position, but Jutaana had been the one to keep her Master around while the dumb cuck was left on that stupid island.

It took her a moment to figure why she was awake, though, and then another footstep made it clear. A heavy boot, made at Azanaga's pace. The demon woman was approaching her Master's bedroom, probably because she wanted sex with him. So Jutaana got up off the bed to meet her at the door, Azanaga jerking in surprise as she looked up at Jutaana. "Master is asleep right now," Jutaana whispered.

"Mmawake," her Master said, having apparently woken up thanks to Jutaana.

"Ah, sorry, Master! I was trying to be quiet and sneaky but I failed!"

"It's fine," her Master said, leaning up and seeing Azanaga standing there in the doorway.

Azanaga bit her lip, glaring at her Master, then at Jutaana, then at her Master again. "This horny succubus whore wants your fat human cock inside her again. It's been too long and her sex-addicted brain means that she needs cock."

Jutaana thought that Azanaga's dirty talk was really too extreme, since it was insulting herself. She should just say how much she loves her Master and wants him to breed her! Though, she supposed Azanaga had known her Master a lot less time! But, Master said that Azanaga liked that sort of dirty talk, and that was why she did it, so it was making her happy (somehow?). She wondered if her Master would like her to talk about her leporagi pussy needing his human cock? That was not too degrading, but he might think it was sexy.

"I'm tired," her Master said, and Jutaana was just about ready to shoo off Azanaga. "You'll have to do all the work."

Azanaga let out a sigh, but nodded, stepping into the bedroom and quickly stripping, folding her clothes in an orderly fashion. She clambered onto the bed - then got atop Hob, pointing her sex at his cock, spreading her legs wide in a position that had to be very awkward, and slowly sliding herself down his cock. Her hands came to rest on the back of her head, as she pushed her tits out.

It was quite the obscene position, as far as Jutaana was concerned! She supposed this was what an older woman (and former sex slave) could do that she couldn't. She could learn though! She would learn! She would study it! She approached the bed as Azanaga began to talk. "Nyzhraga women like me were born to get raped on human cock. The Nyzhraga Empire only existed so that it would be more erotic to rape demon women," she continued, swallowing wetly as she engulfed her Master's cock all the way inside her. Jutaana felt a little bad for her, but her Master wasn't making her say it, so maybe she really enjoyed saying things like that?

She approached the other woman slowly. "That position is looking very awkward, would you be liking me to help you?" She asked. She knew Azanaga was proud, so maybe she was proud of her sex position abilities?

Whatever the case, Azanaga spoke up. "Yes, this Nyzhraga succubus whore should just be used like a fleshlight, a jerkoff aid for Hob and his woman," she explained, and Jutaana quickly approached her from behind, grasping her by the hips and started to pump her up and down. She had never really done something like this before - Pichi liked being active during sex, after all! - but apparently her Master liked it, gauging by the way he groaned in response, his eyes briefly closing as a sigh escaped his throat. It was a very sexy look! Sort of like what Pichi was saying about getting your man off while not getting off yourself?

She was gentle at first, pumping Azanaga on her Master's cock with a slow and steady pace that aimed to not hurt anybody involved. Azanaga just grunted, hands still attached to the back of her head, and actually pushed her tits out invitingly for her Master. Her Master took the hint, reaching up for her breasts. Azanaga's breasts were a little smaller on her frame than Jutaana's, and by extension significantly smaller because she was over a foot shorter than Jutaana, but they were soft and her Master was clearly enjoying playing with them.

"Nyzhraga bitches like me were born to get fucked like this," Azanaga explained. "Their tight cunts were designed to be used to tease their masters while they were fucked on their master's cock by their other slave." Was she complaining about how slow Jutaana was going? Well, she could up the pace a bit, starting to pump Azanaga on his cock nice and thoroughly, like she was jerking her Master off. Azanaga panted at that. "Lowly demon whores exist to get men off. I am a succubus. My race was created for this, born for this, bred for this. All our pride culminated in our defeat and devastation and humiliation, and my sexual slavery is one, final, exemplar of that," she said, more talking to herself than anything else - though gauging by how her Master was just about mauling her tits at this point, he was enjoying the talking too!

"Yes!" Jutaana agreed, deciding to get in on things. Both of them looked at her, if with some difficulty given that she was pounding Azanaga on her Master's cock. "Ah... I mean, demons are aids for jerking off! I will be using Azanaga to jerk off Master whenever I am thinking he is needing a good jerking off! Her mouth or pussy or even ass would be good for masturbating a man! Namely this man, who is owning her whole body and can just be ordering her to do whatever he wants! But he does not even need to order her, because her natural succubus instincts are to be a cocksocket!"

At that, to Jutaana's great surprise, Azanaga was the one who came, moaning and thrashing on her Master's cock as she did! Jutaana had seen Azanaga get fucked by her Master a few times, but she had actually never seen the woman come - or complain about not coming, for that matter! She'd said she didn't care about orgasms, but once they happened, well - Azanaga had a very silly o-face, with her eyes peeling back, her mouth falling open, her tongue lolling out.

Apparently her Master liked it too, because he started bucking his hips up into Azanaga, making Jutaana herself up the pace of fucking her on his cock, pounding away as fast as she could. She kept an eye on Azanaga to make sure the other woman didn't complain, but Azanaga's drooling, obscene o-face just got more obscene, if anything! She was really enjoying herself! "Ah! Come on superior human cock, lowly demon succubus whore!" Jutaana said, and Azanaga let out a truly obscene moan at that, and her Master groaned alongside her, pumping his hips up into her in that familiar movement that said he was coming inside of Azanaga. "Yes, be coming inside the succubus whore!" She told her Master, who jerked all the more at those words. She was apparently pretty good at dirty talk!

When he was finished coming, she gingerly lowered Azanaga onto his cock, then shifted her legs into a more comfortable position. "You can be cuddling with Master in afterglow if you are wanting," Jutaana told her, making Azanaga let out a soft snort, turning her gaze to Jutaana.

"I'm good, thanks," she said, wobbling off his cock and halfway stomping, halfway shambling, to her clothes.

"Ah well! I will be doing cuddling then," Jutaana said - and she thought maybe she saw some jealousy in Azanaga's eyes as she got dressed?

* * *

There was a sound like a heavy 'pop' coming from above them, and the whole ship listed to one side a moment later, jerking as if it had suddenly slowed, Jutaana swaying in place and grabbing Pichi before she fell. "Eh? What is being the happening thing?" She asked hurriedly, gaze running around as the ship righted itself.

"We're probably under attack," her Master said quickly, moving towards the cockpit and sitting down. "Something's... covered the ship?" He said, a frown audible in his voice. He looked up, twisting his head. "Clear day, clear seas, so must be something weird," he continued, flicking a few switches which Jutaana didn't understand. Another pop occurred after that, and the ship seemed to just come to a dead stop. Her Master just looked at the cockpit main window, where something green and shaped like a net had plastered itself across it. "Okay, something's covered us, I'm going down," he started, pulling a long lever, and she felt the whole ship lurch as it began to descend.

At that point, there was a sound like 'poof!' and then black smoke filled the main room. Jutaana threw Pichi back towards the cabins, the older woman letting out a cry of surprise, and she herself dropped to one knee, letting the blade that had snaked out towards her pass harmlessly over head, her ears drooping downwards in the same movement to protect them. Whoever had attacked her was now vulnerable, so she did a sweep kick, knocking out their feet from under them. They felt extra-heavy, and she followed them down, grabbing the wrist that held their weapon and squeezing. She felt the bones crack and pop under her grip, and a scream of agony emanated from the mouth beneath her.

It sounded male, so it probably wasn't the dumb cuck. She punched at where the noise had come from, and hit something like a snout, but covered in something soft, and then underneath it was hard? It took her a moment to put it together, at which point she realized it must be the feathered serpent-people. Either way, she repeatedly punched the snout in question, wanting to hurt the person who was trying to hurt her and her Master and presumably the other people on the ship. They tried to ward her off with their unbroken hand, but she was stronger than them.

After a few seconds the person stopped trying to stop her, their arm falling limp, and the black smoke quickly faded. It was a feathered serpent person, she had been right! Their face was a complete mess, snout broken inward, teeth scattered around, blood staining the floor. She frowned at that, but it would be Pichi or Azanaga who would have to clean it up. Would Akamarina be able to clean it better?

She was interrupted from her thoughts when she heard footsteps coming towards her - not Pichi or Azanaga or Eshenesra or Akamarina's, having their own distinct cadence. Probably another feathered serpent person! She swung her foot around at just the right moment, successfully knocking his weapon out of his hand as she turned to face him. She rammed forward with a jolt, slamming into his body and carrying him upwards off the ground, then twisting into a grip and just ramming her forehead into his snout, shattering teeth again and making him scream in pain.

Within a few more seconds, he wasn't resisting anything too, and there was another stain of blood and teeth on the floor. She rose at that point, quickly checking all the rooms, eventually arriving in the cockpit. "Master, there were being two feathered serpent people with swords who broke in, but they are all being dead now. Have you been able to being fix the net thing that was catching us?"

"No," he called out. "Pichi! Get Akamarina outside the Swordfish and have her try to get the stuff off! There are a couple circling ships with those feathered serpent guys," he explained.

"Yes! Akamarina," Pichi called out, and the woman in question materialized, then headed for the airlock; a few seconds later, it had opened and closed, and there were loud gushing and splashing noises as the ship rocked side to side, Pichi hurriedly sitting down on her ass to avoid moving too much. Jutaana herself managed to keep her footing, taking hold of one of the dead feathered serpent men's swords, feeling a faint tingle run up her hand as she gripped it. She studied the sword and her arm carefully, frowning faintly at the feeling. It was a bit like the feeling when you fell asleep on a limb, but far more gentle, almost imperceptibly so.

Her thoughts were cut off when the ship suddenly started to lift up again. Akamarina appeared back inside the ship. "There truly is a disgusting amount of salt in the ocean," she said, speaking about it as if she'd been bathed in live centipedes. "I capsized one vessel, while the other retreated like cowards; they shouldn't cause much trouble, being that a hundred of their men are currently drowning." She glanced down at the ground. "I will not be cleaning that, by the way," she said, before disincorporating.

"And that we're going to be going a bit faster from here on," Hob said, as the ship began to move. Jutaana felt the lurch as it began, and it definitely felt faster than previously! Hopefully no annoying people would interrupt them again!

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Exploring the Undiscovered Lands with a Slave Harem, Chapter 4: Among the Siyaki
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I was born after the Great Rebellion, too late for Nithrenese to be the language shoved down everybody's throat. In Almere, they only taught the children Almerese, nowadays; I did feel some vague annoyance at that, since it meant that I didn't share a language with the locals. It wasn't as if it somehow granted magical powers to that dead and divided empire. It just meant I couldn't speak one of the most commonly-spoken languages in the northern hemisphere. Which, naturally, would be one of the first languages from the north that traders in the southern hemisphere had picked up.

The people native to this island definitely looked very strange to my eyes. There were races with elements of animal appearances, but they were always something like the leporagi, having merely animal ears, tails, or perhaps the occasional feature like horns, all from the same species. According to Eshenesra, the people called themselves Siyaki, and not only did they mix features from a number of species, they also had the faces of beasts and bodies lightly covered in fur. Fur like a leopard; ears like a mouse; face like a dog's. I did wonder if perhaps they resembled some creature native to these climes, though I hadn't seen one mentioned in the various journals I'd seen.

They were more cool in their reception to me than to any of my girls, which I attributed to their matriarchal social organization. It was clear to see, as the men and women made their way around the place, that the women barked commands and the men obeyed them. That was also a consequence of the relative sizes of the two sexes: the women were quite literally larger than the men. Eshenesra translated for me, but the Siyaki were more interested in talking to her or Azanaga or Akamarina. Even Jutaana seemed to receive a warmer reception than me, with younger women asking for a bout against her.

There was the constant faint scent of smoke throughout the village, something I soon learned was because the Siyaki prized metalworking, considering it their highest art and craft. Although they normally wandered the village wearing very little - presumably due to the heat - I saw a good amount of metal armor and weapons hung up or carried around.

I got my lay of the town - the tall fortress walls, thick earthworks that resisted climbing - and the taste of the food - a variety of freshly cooked meat, prepared for us as honored guests - before anyone showed me more than formal politeness.

Bakwai


It was, by my best guess, a fairly young Siyaki woman who actually approached with something genuine interest in her sharp orange eyes, muscular and fit as she sat down, not next to Eshenesra, but next to me, placing one hand against my arm in a manner that came off as flirtatious. "Wannan wane irin sulke ne?" She asked - in Siyaki, not Nyzhraga, so it had to go through an extra layer of translation before Eshenesra could tell me what she'd said.

"Ah, she asked what sort of armor that is," Eshenesra said aloud.

"Tell her the truth. It's not armor. It's part of the dead god Yazhubalot, grafted to my body," I explained.

Eshenesra began, Azanaga's gaze flicking over to her, a sour look in her eyes as she halfway sneered at the sight of me, her eyes drawn to the remains of her god in a way that, I suppose, I understood her anger about. Of course, I couldn't exactly go get my arms back. Nor would I if I could. These were much nicer than the original set.

At that, the Siyaki woman seemed to become somewhat more unsure in her curiosity, poking at my arm and muttering something. A few seconds' translation later, and Eshenesra spoke again. "She asks if anyone designed the shape."

"I think it forms these shapes on its own," I told Eshenesra, who dutifully repeated the answer back.

The Siyaki woman started poking at it more intensely, leaning in, her snout getting close to my body, her breaths tangible against my torso as she moved in to inspect it. She spoke again. "She says that's interesting. She's never seen metal that shapes itself."

"My name is Hob, by the way," I said. "What's yours?"

She paused her inspecting to look to the Siyaki woman who could translate from Nyzhraga to their language; then she spoke, just a single bark of a woman. "Bakwai," she told me, pulling back from my arm for a moment, then pulling it up near the wrist, large fingers pulling apart and playing with mine in a way that felt shockingly intimate. She said more in Siyaki, which again, went through the translation.

"She says she really likes your arms. They're the prettiest she's seen." Eshenesra spoke for a moment to the Nyzhraga-Siyaki translator, an older woman named Casa'in. "I'm not sure if she means that in a... sexual way, or a... blacksmith way," she explained to me, as the translation went back. "Both," she said, at last. "Though, ah, the word for sexual love in Nyzhraga is very concatenated with other ideas of love, you know how demons are."

"How are we?" Azanaga asked, her voice having a chipper challenge to it.

"You are just being mad because Master didn't fuck you this morning," Jutaana said, making Azanaga shoot her a glare that Jutaana clearly didn't care about.

"You know, demons are more sexual than most other races," Eshenesra said, toying with her hair for a moment. "Or... I mean, yes, that's what I always heard at Ukashruk, even from demons," she said. Azanaga's lips quirked upwards for a moment, and Eshenesra sighed. "You're teasing me."

At that point, the conversation was interrupted as Bakwai licked one of my fingers. The shockingly intimate movement made everybody stop the conversation, all eyes falling on her - and she pulled back at that point, muttering to herself. Eshenesra translated: "She says it tastes like normal metal. She expected it to taste better, since it was part of a god."

Casa'in, while she did translate, also got a stick and bonked Bakwai on the head, presumably telling her she shouldn't randomly lick the guests. She then apologized to me and dragged her off by the ear in a manner that made me wonder if they were related.

* * *

The Siyaki lived in clay brick buildings, and they apparently had a temple that was also used as a hostel, which they offered to us - given I was interested to learn anything I could about the southern hemisphere, I was more than happy. The icon of the god in question was a metal statuette, about the size of a forearm, done in an elaborate style with six wings and a human face. I asked the temple's keeper - an older male - if it was common to the region, or particular to the Siyaki; in fact, I actually made Eshenesra get me quite a bit of information about the god in question.

Supposedly, the six-winged deity had once descended on this very island, and taught the Siyaki the importance of generosity and courtesy, as well as how to work metal. He had even been physically made of metal itself, and in the final act of that avatar, provided the form to make numerous weapons and bits of jewelry, which even now contained an element of divinity. (Obviously, they were kept under lock and key most times, due to their religious importance.)

Jutaana started to bounce around in boredom partway through the explanation, huffing ever more loudly intermittently, and at last interrupted the man to just say, "Please, can we be fucking, Master?"

"When I'm done," I told her. She pouted, but didn't speak further - fortunate, because I probably would have ordered her to silence if she had. And also possibly withdrawn the sex promise. (Though probably not. She's great fun in the sack.)

Pichi and Azanaga had chosen to go to sleep, leaving me, the old man, Eshenesra, and Jutaana to go through everything I could get about the island statelet's myths and people. The Siyaki weren't originally native to here, this being just one island they'd settled on; most places, they were a minority group. When I yawned, Jutaana let out a pitiful little whine, her blue eyes looking at me as if she was deeply hurt. She's a predictable girl, so it didn't take much to figure out why: if I was sleepy, I might not fuck her.

"Thank you, sir," I said, with a small bow of my head. "My companions and I will be sleeping shortly."

"He says that it is no problem to tell someone about Fukafukai Shida, and he's actually glad. Many young people don't listen to the stories."

I let out a small laugh at that. "It's the same everywhere," I told him, then took Jutaana's wrist and dragged her to the bedroom. Cots were arrayed across the wall, more than enough for the four of us; both Azanaga and Pichi had apparently fallen asleep on their own, with Azanaga having stripped down to the nude, which she slept in, despite the lack of blanket. I didn't know if that was something she'd picked up from her time as a sex slave, or just her own preference, but I guess that's true of pretty much everything she did. She'd been a sex slave since before I was born, and she was just fourteen or so when she'd been captured. I wondered if she'd even be quite as... annoyingly patriotic, if she had just been a normal military engineer, demobilized after the Great Rebellion.

Either way, I had a gorgeous leporagi woman to fuck. "Bend over, put your hands against the wall," I said, and Jutaana wore her most beaming smile as I got up behind her, pulling her loincloth down to reveal her pink sex. It contrasted beautifully with her darker skin, and it was already glistening with anticipation, a hot pant escaping her throat.

"Ah, Master is being so proud," she said, her voice full of excitement. She must have caught my confusion. "Normally you are not having sex with me in front of people other than Pichi! Or Azanaga, now, because you are having sex with her, too! Leporagi women are liking being bred in front of others, though I am guessing Master is technically not breeding me." A bit of her excitement died at that note.

"Oh," Eshenesra said, her cheeks flush as I turned my gaze to her. "I-I came to sleep, ah, I could go..."

I considered it for a moment. Eshenesra was certainly quite beautiful, and I'd have been more than happy to fuck her; at the same time, I now had three rather insatiable slave girls, so I was in no hurry to add her to the rotation. Certainly not by force. "It's up to you," I told her, just pulling my cock out, making her squeak a bit in surprise, hands going up to her face to hide her eyes - but, I noted, she didn't try to go, as I sidled up behind Jutaana.

"I am being Master's woman, all my babies will be Master's," Jutaana said, with a note of clear pride in her voice as I slid inside her waiting sex. She let out a hot breath of delight as I got completely inside her, my cock quietly twitching. I just held myself inside her for a moment, admiring Jutaana's well-sculpted ass, her long legs, and her cute little bunny tail, reaching down to idly play with it, just giving it a nice little squeeze.

I could practically feel Jutaana getting ready to beg for me to properly fuck her - so I preempted her. "You're a good woman, Jutaana," I told her, and her pussy immediately tightened on my cock, a faint glow appearing on her cheeks. I leaned over her, taking hold of her ear and pulling her into a rough, voracious kiss, my lips mashing up against hers. Her pussy quietly squeezed and milked at my cock as I remain just lodged in place, riding out the sensations of her tight, slick sex wiggling around my cock. I broke off the kiss with a hot pant, pressing my forehead against hers, enjoying the glow of her cheeks. "I wish I could just knock you up. Make you the mother you want to be."

"Ah, Master is being so kind," Jutaana said, swallowing, even as her tail quietly twitched in my other hand. "It is being okay, as long as Master knocks me up lots and lots once he is not needing to worry about things, okay? I am promising to take good care of all his babies and love them lots and lots," she said, and I kissed her again at that, tongue slithering into her mouth once more. My hand left her tail, sliding along her wonderfully smooth skin, finding its way to her clit, starting to tease the little thing faintly. She let out a faint little noise of pleasure, pussy spasming around my cock.

At that point, I started to fuck her, just pounding away, making her squeak into my mouth in pleasure and delight as I rammed at her needy pussy. Her body trembled beneath me, my hand on her clit, the ferocious kiss, the rough sex, and of course my affectionate words all playing together to send her into an ever-spiking level of arousal, her eyelashes fluttering and then closing as she lost herself in the moment - and promptly came, moaning into my mouth, pussy going wild on my cock, spasming deliciously around my dick as she tried to milk me dry. I pulled back from the kiss, admiring her lewd o-face, still holding one of her ears to keep her in position.

"You're beautiful," I told her, and her mouth opened and closed as she tried to say something. I didn't let her, just kissing her again as I rammed my hips against hers, my hand leaving her ear to slide down to her breasts, giving them some appreciation, fingers just sinking into the supple flesh as I railed her tight cunt to high heaven. I lost myself in the moment, just pounding at Jutaana, who herself was clearly lost in the moment too, moaning into my mouth happily as her tongue danced against mine.

When I broke off the kiss, there was a momentary trail of spit between our mouths, and I caught sight of Eshenesra out of the corner of my eye, the girl watching, wide-eyed and flushed-cheek, as I railed Jutaana hard. Her hands quietly wrung in front of her, but her feet were rooted to exactly the same spot they'd been when I offered her the chance to leave. I decided not to push her, turning my attention to Jutaana, sucking on her neck as I pounded her pussy.

"Oh, Master! Thank you for fucking me very hard, Master," Jutaana said, panting. "You are being powerful, good man! It is feeling very nice when you are fucking me, I am waiting eagerly for becoming mommy to your children!" She was pretty much shouting the words at this point, uncaring if anybody heard or saw me fucking her. I have to admit it excited me a bit further, my cock throbbing as I pounded her all the harder. "Oh, Master's cock is being so nice!"

There was a squeaking noise as one of the cots shifted, and my lips left Jutaana's neck to glance backwards, seeing Eshenesra still in the same spot - and Azanaga having gotten up. She had a flat expression as she stood there, naked. Her gaze ran along my back, to my ass, her teeth digging into her lower lip as she stared at the scene. I even wound up slowing down a bit inside of Jutaana, wondering whether I'd been too annoying and actually pissed the demon woman off.

"Tch." She clicked her tongue as she caught my gaze and Jutaana's both. "Fine. You woke me up with your loud rutting and screaming. You... what, want me to lick your balls and eat your ass as you fuck another woman? Put me in my place as a Nyzhraga demon whore, just an accessory for sex with the woman you like? That it?"

My cock twitched inside of Jutaana at those words. I'd never encouraged Azanaga's... extreme dirty talk, but it was certainly arousing. From the time I'd spent with her, I got the impression she used it more to distance herself from her actual feelings - demons had higher libidos, but acting like Jutaana or Pichi and simply admitting she actually wanted to be fucked by her Master was too far for her ego, at least not when veiled by layers of obviously-fake dirty talk. I leaned up from Jutaana, making the leporagi woman let out a little noise of displeasure. "Yes. Come over here and eat my ass," I ordered, and Azanaga was left with no choice but to obey. (I kept my ass quite clean, to be clear.)

"Fucking human can't get off without-" was as far as Azanaga got before her tongue became rather preoccupied with my anus, dancing around inside it, one hand on either of my ass cheeks as she worked. I just responded by starting to fuck Jutaana properly again, ramping up my speed inside her - and Azanaga managed to fall into just the right rhythm pretty much immediately, following my ass back and forth as she licked and sucked and worked. It felt excellent, really adding to the pleasure, and I could feel myself rapidly drawing close. I kissed Jutaana again, played with her breast, her clit, dragging her up to the heights of arousal yet again, her pussy getting ever more excited around my cock, dripping and squeezing...

And when she came, I immediately bottomed out, coming inside her with a long groan, an extra-thick load getting deposited thanks to Azanaga's hard work with her tongue. When I was finished, I gently pulled out of Jutaana, Azanaga eating my ass the whole while. "You can stop now," I told Azanaga, who pulled back from my ass - but remained on her knees.

When Azanaga had said that sex was a 'spiritual' thing for demons, that she didn't 'need' to come - she'd meant it. If she came, if she didn't come, it was clearly something she was quite indifferent to, even if she wanted to fuck regularly. Participation was what she wanted... but even with that, she'd been involved for about a minute at the end there. So I grabbed one of her horns. "Open wide."

Her tongue dutifully fell out of a stretched-open mouth, and I slid my cock into her mouth in that position, Jutaana soon straightening herself out. I gripped both of Azanaga's horns in either hand, while my gaze went up to Eshenesra - who was still staring, cherry-cheeked, at the obscene sights going on in front of her. She didn't even notice I was looking at her, because her gaze was completely on Azanaga, who had started groping my ass as her tongue wetly smacked against the underside of my cock. I humped at Azanaga's face a little bit, my cock still erect, lodged in her throat... and decided to just go for it.

With one hand on either horn, I began to roughly fuck her face, just ramming my dick in and out of her compliant throat, wet glug-glug noises escaping her lips with each thrust. I kept my eyes on Eshenesra, finding the view of the other woman intensely erotic, the way she just lost herself in voyeuristic interest, her slender, appealing lips having fallen half-open as she stared dumbly at the scene going on in front of her. Occasionally, she'd pump her head a little, bobbing in mimicry of what Azanaga was being put through - and then a thick dollop of drool made its way out of her mouth, making her jerk in surprise, wiping her cheek and realizing what she was doing, catching my gaze for a moment and hurriedly heading for a cot, desperately avoiding looking at me or saying anything in the process.

It pushed me over the edge, and I bottomed out in Azanaga's throat and came, filling her stomach with a nice quick load, before I pulled back with a sigh, cock rubbing at her lips for a moment. "Good work, Azanaga," I told her. "You can go back to sleep, I'm done for the night."

"Great, thanks," she said sourly, heading for her cot - Jutaaana joined me in mine, cuddling up to me in eager delight.

* * *

The first thing I woke up to was Jutaana wetly smacking her lips against my neck. "Mmm, Master, I am being super happy to be able to sleep with you every time you are letting me," she said. "You are being my favorite person to be sleeping with, both sex and regular sleeping meaning," she told me, fingers trailing across my chest. My eyes opened at that point, turning my gaze to hers, and she just smiled as our eyes met. "Though your arm is being a little cold, it is not being too cold if I am just clinging to it all night," she explained.

"It's not actually cold," I told her, making her frown. "It's room temperature, it's just, it's metal so it has a lower specific heat, which means the temperature difference gets absorbed faster." Jutaana blinked at me guilelessly, completely uncomprehending. "See, metal's temperature changes faster - so the temperature of your skin also changes faster. Since it's a bit cooler than your skin, it feels even cooler, because you can only notice the change in temperature, not the maximum theoretical severity."

"Oh! I am thinking I understand! Like how when it is cold and windy it is feeling colder than when it is just cold?"

"Sort of," I said. "Not quite the same effect, but something like that."

"Yes! Thank you for explaining things to me, Master," she said, kissing my neck again. "Are you wanting morning sex with me? We had late night sex so you can have morning sex with another girl and I won't be minding. It is natural for an amazing man like you to be fucking lots of girls and you are having four beautiful girls who all are wanting to be fucking you!"

I leaned back for a second, and Jutaana stared at me.

"Ah! Are you not knowing that Eshie is wanting to be fucking you? I can be getting her now so you can be fucking her like she is wanting!"

"Jutaana, not everybody wants to have sex right out the gate with someone they're attracted to," I told her. She just squinted at me as if in confusion at the very idea. "Eshenesra is quite cute, but she's obviously more the-" I was cut off by the blare of a loud horn, and I rolled out of bed as Jutaana simultaneously leapt to her feet, grabbing her sword and going out completely in the nude.

I guess it wasn't like her normal clothes really protected her either, but I was a bit more circumspect and pulled on a pair of pants before following her out, another horn blare filling the air. People were scrambling to get armed and armored, and a bit of looking around soon revealed the cause - a boat on the horizon. It looked quite large, but definitely an older sort of vessel, being made entirely from wood. Those were the common style down south, as far as I knew.

Jutaana remained strikingly nude by my side, blade at the ready, a half step in front of me as we watched the Siyaki ready themselves. Akamarina eventually appeared as well, her distinctive splashing footfalls accompanying her. "It appears leporagi don't understand clothes."

"Being nude in battle is actually being good, it is telling enemy you are very very not afraid," Jutaana replied. "They are getting scared and going, 'what is she knowing I am not knowing?' Which is that I am going to be cutting off heads if they are attacking nice Siyaki who prepared us food!"

"Jutaana was nude when we heard the horn, and she decided not to double back once we saw how far away the boat was," I added. "Plus, it's not like her normal clothes would protect her better."

"That is also being true."

"Truly, your little harem is a wonder of the world," Akamarina said sourly.

"Should I stay with you?" Eshenesra's voice was soft and unsure. "I can use Light or Fire magic, but I'm here as a healer, but there are lots of people who will probably be injured." A Siyaki woman barked at Eshenesra, making her jerk in surprise and turn around. A few quick more words, and she moved on. "She's saying we should man the walls if we want to help," she explained.

"Yes, I did imagine the walls would be helpful," Akamarina added.

"You can't just clamber onto a foreign people's walls," I said, even as I headed for them - we were invited, now, after all. The approaching ship was getting ever closer. "Find out what you can about the attackers, Eshenesra," I told her.

"Y-yes, mmmaster," she said, stepping over to one of the Siyaki, having to go through a good few before she found one that spoke Nyzhraga. They exchanged some terse words, and she came back. "They're raiders and human sacrificers. They use long spears and shields, but also some carry clubs they use to beat people into submission so they can be dragged to be sacrificed. I don't think they know much magic, but they may have a bit of the sort of strange magic the locals often use - something like a Light blessing, but longer-lasting and more diffuse," she explained.

"Thank you," Jutaana said, making Eshenesra look her way - then turn scarlet and look away. "It is being nothing you have not already seen! You should be having sex with Master too," she added, and Eshenesra looked about ready to pass out just from those words.

Fortunately, she was spared much more conversation, because the large boat sent out smaller boats, on which were... well, it took me a bit to identify them. For a few seconds I thought that perhaps the attackers had some sort of giant birds, or perhaps feather head dresses? Then I managed to piece together what I was seeing properly - scales and feathers alike, with long, slim figures. They looked like what one might expect snake-men to look like, except that their bodies were lightly coated with a wide variety of brilliant feathers, red and yellow and blue and green all mixing together, combined with a tawny undergarment of scales.

As the ships arrived at the shoreline, they fell under a rain of crossbow fire from the Siyaki, and Eshenesra began to chant, slowly manifesting sparks of fire at her fingertips. I myself let my arm transform once more into a cannon, pointing at the oncoming soldiers as they held their shields overhead, hissing loudly as they began to rush forward. Since the range on my arm's cannon were much better than a crossbow, and the strength was far greater, the loud 'kachoom' that ensued saw two attackers simply fall, giant sucking chest wounds appearing in their flesh, blood pluming out in a gory mess.

"Master is being so amazing," Jutaana said excitedly. "Ah, Master, can we be having morning sex after this?" I didn't look her way. "Oh, Master is being fighting, sorry for getting too excited! I am being worst slave!" She actually yanked one of her ears down to hold it under her chin in a nervous tic, but I didn't spare her a glance, being preoccupied.

Akamarina imperiously stared down at the approaching figures - and then her body flowed forward, smashing into the midst of them. Spears stabbed at her body, but flowed through powerlessly, and she simply reached up with one hand to two of them, pulling back a scant moment later as they just started to drown in the air, her arms short two hands but her uncaring as she moved onto the next. I kept firing my cannon at the invading armies, and Eshenesra finished her chant - at which point a massive fireball, wide enough to outdo your outstretched arms, flew out at the most recently-arriving group of enemies, killing much of them.

The crossbow bolts, they'd been prepared for, and only one or two had fallen; but they clearly hadn't been ready for Akamarina, myself, and Eshenesra, so the boats that were still approaching began to turn and retreat, while the men on the shoreline tried to scamper away from Akamarina or fruitlessly charge on in the hopes of managing to scale the walls before they could be picked off. Neither strategy worked, and soon the region between the beach and the town's walls was littered with several dozen bodies, and ruined canoes were cast along the beach like a sprinkle of seeds across dirt.

When it was all done, a Siyaki woman approached me - I wasn't fully accustomed to the Siyaki's faces, so it took me a couple seconds to recognize her as Bakwai. Particularly given she was wearing a chain shirt and a plate skirt. She spoke in a hurried rush, but I couldn't understand a single word. She turned to Eshenesra after a second, but Bakwai didn't speak Nyzhraga, so that wasn't much help. At last, she just approached me and licked my neck, taking hold of the wrist that didn't currently end in a cannon and placing it on her breast.

That, she didn't need translation for. My cannon hand shifted back to normal, and I placed it in between her thighs, earning a hot pant from the woman herself, her clit - clearly engorged, but not bigger than a thumb, despite what you might have heard from various other reports of the Siyaki - throbbing against my fingers as I tried to find my way in between her thighs.

"Ah!" Jutaana said, sounding more sad than anything else. "Well, Master was having sex with me yesterday night, so I can be waiting for him to finish having sex with new woman! I am not upset master! I am knowing women are sometimes saying that when they are not meaning it but I am meaning it!"

For a few seconds, Bakwai ground her pelvis against my hand, then she pulled back from my neck, barked a few words - the only one I understood was 'Hob' - and grabbed my wrist, dragging me along with her. Jutaana and Eshenesra both followed, with Akamarina having decided she was enjoying drowning the raiders and not come back just yet.

Bakwai guided me to what was clearly her home, constructed out of the same clay bricks as all the others, a modest thing, but she had a bed that was a bit better than a cot, and she practically threw me down on it. "Hob, jarumi mai ƙarfi kamar ku ya cancanci kyakkyawar mace maimakon masu fuskar alade da kuke da su," she said, as she pulled the chain shirt she was wearing off.

"I still have no idea what you just said," I told her, and she just yanked my pants off, my cock bouncing free. Her hand gently wrapped around my length, feeling strange - it was lightly furred, coated in a soft coat of it, warm to the touch - but still quite pleasant. She gently jerked it, licking her lips, her free hand reaching down to pull off the skirt. Her nipples were just barely visible, perky among the fur; and soon enough, she was bare of clothes altogether, her engorged clit more visible than her slick sex thanks to her fur. "You are quite beautiful, Bakwai," I told her, and I think she got the message well enough, gauging by the way she seemed to preen, ears slicking back for a moment as she shifted into position to ride me cowgirl, pointing my cock right at her slick entrance.

"Ku biyu, ku duba na yi wa maigidan ku da kyau," she said, turning her gaze to the still-present Jutaana and Eshenesra, who'd followed me here.

"Ah... sorry, excuse me," Eshenesra said, stepping out of the room. By the look on Bakwai's face, she hadn't been asking Eshenesra to go, but I didn't stop her. Given that Jutaana was still here, Bakwai decided to just focus on me once more, planting her hands on my stomach, cooing with interest as she ran her fingers along me - and then she slid herself down my cock.

She let out a soft howl at the sensation, her tail beating rapidly behind her as her ears pleasantly twitched. She started to bounce quite quickly, her breasts giving me a lovely and enticing show, my hands sliding along her stomach up to the gorgeous round orbs, caressing and holding them as she moved up and down on my dick. I played with her nipples for a few seconds, thumbing them, teasing the areolae, then just giving them a little pinch, but I found they weren't particularly sensitive, so my hand slid back down her stomach to her sex, playing with her clit.

At that, her mouth fell open, panting loudly, long tongue stretching out and saliva dripping down onto my bare chest. Her noises got more intense as she bounced on my cock, and I enjoyed the show that she was putting on, her nude body quite exotic to my eyes, but still quite beautiful in its own way. I just leaned up into her, pressing her clit against my stomach in the process, as I found one of her nipples and started to suck - at which point, she promptly came, howling loudly as she did, her body twitching atop me, her pussy squeezing and milking at my cock. One powerful hand came for the back of my head, holding me against her as she came and ground against me, clit caught between two of my fingers, tip pressed against my pelvic bone, her pussy just leaking all over my dick.

When she was finished coming, she started to bounce again on my cock, still holding me against her breast, sparing a look over at Jutaana even as she desperately panted for air. "Wannan shine yadda mace ta gaske take jima'i, Jutaana." There was a certain note of pride to her voice as she spoke, though it was hard to tell quite what emotion she meant to put into the words, when she was still coming down from a quite powerful orgasm.

"Mm, yes, Master is being very good at sex," Jutaana said, having no idea what Bakwai had just said but wanting to be polite. "Be enjoying! Sex with Master is especially nice if you are not wanting a baby, since he is human and you are not, so you cannot be getting pregnant," she added.

Bakwai decided, at that point, to pull me off her breast, pushing me back down onto my back. She leaned down atop me, pressing her wet, cool nose against mine - and then licked my mouth with her own large tongue, the movement simultaneously familiar and alien. I did my best to kiss her back properly, but I definitely wasn't used to making out with a girl with a muzzle, so my tongue mostly just got wetly slapped at by her own much-larger tongue. My cock twitched and throbbed inside her, my hips bucking up against hers as her clit got ground against my pelvis, and her hips became more intense even as her sharp nipples scraped along my bare chest.

The hand that wasn't teasing her clit - playing with it, rubbing it with my thumb, catching it between two fingers and just pinching, making her pant and howl - began to explore her body agiain in this new position, groping her firm ass. Her tail beat all the swifter at the touch, and I groaned as her cunt started to just squeeze on my cock, her pussy milking at me with all her inner muscles. Not from an orgasm, but an intentional act.

She broke off the lip to lip kiss to instead lick at my neck, howling and barking intermittently, tail swishing behind her, losing herself altogether to the lust of the moment. The utter lack of inhibition was something truly incredible, making my cock twitch inside her as she ground and bounced atop me, my eyes able to only lightly explore her body due to our respective positions. It took little time for her to come again, howling loudly into my ear, and I grunted and thrust up against her as her pussy spasmed around my cock.

Her breathing became ragged at that point, clearly struggling to keep bouncing on my cock, so I decided to spare her the effort, grabbing her hips and rolling her onto her back. "Me kuke yi? Ya kamata mace ta kasance a saman, mutumin banza." Her words were delirious, breathless, and completely incomprehensible as her orange eyes lazily rolled their way up to me.

With one hand, I played with her clit; with the other, I gripped her thigh to hold her in place and just started to pound, railing her tight body. Her eyes widened at the sheer intensity of the fuck she was receiving, her body twitching on my cock as her clit throbbed and pulsed between my fingers. Her hips undulated faintly in unmet desire, and her hands reached up for a moment before coming back down, instead groping and caressing her own breasts in an act of self-pleasure. "Just enjoy yourself, Bakwai," I told her. She only barked in reply, tail rapidly beating behind her as she did, a loud thump-thump noise that added to the delight of the screw.

When Bakwai came again, I spared a quick glance out of the corner of my eye at Jutaana. She was still naked, of course. Not masturbating, but on display, and clearly aroused, her nipples perky, a thin trail of her juices running down her inner thigh, her clit engorged with arousal (though no match for Bakwai's in size, of course). Her lips were parted, her cheeks flush, her blue eyes gorgeous as they looked at me, as they lost themselves in the moment. Combined with the feeling of Bakwai's spasming pussy, I went balls deep inside her and just erupted with a low groan, spraying a fruitless load of cum all over her waiting insides. She shuddered softly at the feeling, letting out a doglike whimper, and when I was spent, I pulled out, panting for a moment myself.

She reached up to grab my neck and pulled me down into her, pressing me into her breasts and shifting into a rather aggressive cuddle. I couldn't help but chuckle. "I do get to leave eventually, right, Bakwai?"

"Yanzu lokaci ya yi da za a rike juna," she said, which sounded like the opposite. I decided to embrace her for the moment all the same, even if it meant Jutaana would have to go without for a bit. It was nice to be held by such a big, fluffy, muscular woman, either way.

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Eshenesra quietly scratched some notes about the book she was reading. Her new 'master', Hob Arkwright, had purchased a few texts covering the subjects of Light and Fire magic at her request, so that she could review them. It had been some time since she had attended the University of Ukashruk, after all, and there had been a number of advances in the fields too. She was quite interested in the explanations proposed by Ahn Ikamika to explain how Light magic interacted with plants in somewhat unintuitive ways... even if it was largely irrelevant to what she was here to do, which was act as a healer for Hob and his... other slaves.

He had owned only two; now he owned four. Jutaana seemed very, very happy in her position as slave, and in fact had said to Eshenesra that she had found their journey south a "surprise nice thing" because Hob was having sex with her more.

He was also having sex with Pichi and Azanaga, which seemed as consensual as any sex that anybody could have with a slave... particularly given that he hadn't decided to make her fuck him.

She wouldn't have a choice if he did. He would just say 'suck my cock, Eshenesra,' or 'present your pussy and hold that position, Eshenesra,' and she would have no choice but to do exactly what she was commanded.

She shook her head. He clearly wasn't that sort of master, given that he hadn't done that to her yet...

She was still surprised that Azanaga had sex with him consensually, though. The other slave had seemed... quite irritated with the reality of her position as a slave, when Eshenesra had talked to her. She understood, given that unlike Eshenesra's own position, Azanaga's term as a slave would last until her owner chose to free her, which was unlikely to happen. But she didn't understand why the other woman had sought out Hob for sex.

She had just been staring at the same sentence in the text for the past three minutes, hadn't she? She shook her head and closed the book, leaning back in the seat and looking up at the roof. There were various... wet noises, coming from Hob's bedroom, and Pichi was there, presumably sucking his cock, just guessing by the noise.

"Is the book that Hob bought you being interesting reading?" Jutaana asked, making Eshenesra jerk a bit in surprise at the other woman's presence.

"Oh, yes," Eshenesra said. "Well, it's useful, at least. A lot of it is things I already know, but it's good to review."

"I am seeing," Jutaana said, nodding along, then tilting her head. "Well, I am not really seeing, since I am not being able to read, but I am understanding, I think? Is like having an elder teaching a song you are only remembering by half, yes?"

"I can't say that I've had that experience, but I suspect yes," Eshenesra agreed. "Since I was sold into debt slavery, my assets were liquidated, which included all my old study materials from University."

"Mm," Jutaana said, nodding along.

"What about you?" Eshenesra asked, not wanting to seem self-centered. "Are you... doing well, on this trip?"

"It is being pretty boring," Jutaana said. "Sex with Hob is being great," she added, nodding very rapidly as if agreeing with herself. "But he is saying since I am so active, we should be waiting until we are out of the torrid zone, because it is going to be making the ship hotter... am I understanding correctly? I am not being super-well understanding how the ship is working."

"Ah, I think he may be being a mite overzealous, but yes. Because the region of the equator is that little bit closer to the sun, and the angle the sun's rays hit it with are spot-on, the temperature of the area is hotter than is safe for people. This airship is designed to create a closed environment, insulated from the outside heat. Heat dissipates into the air, normally, but with temperature outside being higher than in here, there's nowhere for it to go... there are some, ahh, chemicals, I think, that help it..." She knew the basic principle but she was hardly an airship engineer.

"I am seeing, I think. So it is like trying to cool off by jumping in very hot water? But it is the air that is hot?"

"Yes, something like that," Eshenesra agreed. Jutaana was young, her accent was thick, and she was from a relatively primitive society, but she seemed fairly smart.

"If we were to open the door, we'd die in a few minutes," Azanaga said, her voice sharp as she opened a cooler, removing a tall bottle from it and starting to drink it.

"That is being very fast! It is a bit exciting when you are saying that!"

"I don't really see it as exciting," Azanaga said, sitting down in a chair. "This whole trip is so stupid."

"Eh? But we are going to new place! Almost nobody is having been there! We are explorers!"

"Who cares?" Azanaga countered. "It's a bunch of superstitious barbarians. You can find plenty of those in the northern hemisphere."

If Jutaana caught Azanaga's thinly-veiled insult, she didn't show any sign of it. "I am supposing, but those are being superstitious barbarians everybody is already knowing. Not even Nijri were going to southern hemisphere, and they were going everywhere!"

"Nijri?" Eshenesra asked, somewhat confused.

"Her mangling of Nyzhraga, just like Hob's Nithren," Azanaga said. "The proper term is Nyzhraga," she added, to Jutaana. "We're the greatest empire in the history of Kurazdurm, you can at least get our name right."

"Nij-rag-guh?" Jutaana tried, and Azanaga just sighed and chugged her drink. "So, sex with Hob is being great, right? You cannot be getting pregnant before me, okay?!" She added, a certain note of panic in her voice - and Azanaga responded by choking on her drink a bit, a sputter of brown carbonation hitting her chin as she hurriedly wiped at her face.

"Like I want some half-human baby," Azanaga sneered.

"Good! Because I am wanting some half-human baby and I am the one who should be getting it if anybody is," Jutaana explained.

Eshenesra really had no idea what to say to any of that... so she just reopened her book as an excuse to opt out of paying any more attention to the conversation, hurriedly scribbling away notes to try to drown out the pair.

* * *

The trip through Kersh's torrid zone was a long and boring one. They weren't able to even look outside - the Swordfish had no windows. All they had was the books they'd brought, the increasingly-static-ridden radio signals from the northern hemisphere, and each other.

Pichi, Jutaana, and Azanaga all had... the obvious way to pass the time, with Hob.

That being sex.

By how Pichi and Jutaana spoke, he was very good at sex and they liked it a lot. Azanaga was more ambiguous about it, talking about how 'he's the only man around,' but Eshenesra got the impression Azanaga might say such things no matter how good Hob was. She didn't know any of them that well, but Azanaga certainly seemed to have a level of pride that drove her to act in ways that... well... Eshenesra certainly wouldn't have said some of the things to Hob that Azanaga had said to him!

But... she did get the impression Hob was a good master from that, since he didn't avenge Azanaga's slights...

Though, also, that he didn't force Eshenesra to have sex with him. When he had bought her, she had imagined she would soon enough be on her knees, sucking his cock, forced onto her back and getting plowed by his thick rod, made to say the sort of degrading things that Azanaga seemed to say by pure instinct because of Hob's orders...

Instead she mostly just sat around and read.

She was reading some of Delnor's studies on the manipulation of thermal energy via the manipulation of Fire when she heard a loud rapping noise from one wall of the Swordfish. She approached the source of the noise.

Tap-tap-tap-tap. It was like something had gotten loose and was now repeatedly hitting the wall - but this was the outside of the vessel. She leaned in quietly, closing her eyes and just trying to listen as she pressed one long ear against the wall.

"It is being alive!" Jutaana said, making Eshenesra jump in surprise.

"What?"

"The noise, it is being living thing! Listen close! Whip whip whip!" She made little motions with her hands like a bird or butterfly to explain she meant that it was flying.

"I think your hearing is better than mine," Eshenesra admitted, having not caught such a sound even when pressed against the wall. A glance up at Jutaana's ears, swiveling where they attached to the top of her head, made that obvious.

"That is meaning we are out of torrid zone, yes?! Hob!" She bounced. "Hob, are we being able to fuck hard because we are being out of the torrid zone?!" She rushed back towards Hob's bedroom, presumably in the hopes of having more sex.

Hob emerged shortly, heading towards the cockpit of the Swordfish, pulling out a manual and cross-checking various screens and dials against it. Eshenesra watched curiously, as he made a few quick math notes, then seemed to nod to himself. "We should be out," he said. "We should have been out for about... an hour or so, now, gauging by these numbers."

"Yes! That is meaning that we are able to be radiating heat, yes? So we do not have to worry about heat?" Jutaana asked.

"Mm. Given that the torrid zone is a silent killer, I'm not sure I want to take that risk right away." Hob sat down in the seat at the cockpit, continuing to consult the manual and the devices in front of him. "Keep in mind, archaeological evidence is that there have been at least five previous civilizations in the northern hemisphere before the present era, and there are no signs any of them passed through the torrid zone."

"So we are being extra super first and exciting!" Jutaana said. She paused, then pouted, crossing her arms. "How long until you are feeling sure we can be having very sweaty sex again, Master?"

He let out a small laugh at that, then looked at Eshenesra. She felt her cheeks suddenly start to glow, imagining that perhaps he was thinking of having very sweaty sex with her-? If he ordered her, she wouldn't have any choice... "You're a Fire mage, are there any spells you can use to check the temperature outside? If the equipment's off, I'd like to know before we crack the seals."

"There is bird on outside," Jutaana said.

"She did hear one," Eshenesra added. "I heard it tapping the wall, but I couldn't hear the wings... and yes, I think I can put together such a spell fairly quickly."

"Great. Do it, then."

Inexorably, she headed back to the living room, where Azanaga was lying in her underwear on the couch. She collected her books, and a notebook, and started her work. She literally had no choice - her master had given her an order. She had to put the spell together. The power of her slave crest was quite incredible, though she found, as she scribbled, that whatever magic handled it couldn't tell a good equation from a bad one. She could write down something that was complete nonsense, and it wouldn't try to stop her, but if she tried to tear up her notes, her body refused to obey. Whatever magic laid in the order, though, eventually faded as she worked... but she finished up regardless.

Jutaana was clearly very pent up, and the younger woman was very energetic already, without adding in an almost obsessive need to get fucked that was going unfulfilled by Hob.

Once she had the appropriate forms worked out for the spell, she took the notebook with her, headed over to the wall where she'd heard the tap-tapping earlier, and pushed her mana through the appropriate shapes. She paid careful attention to the regions of tension and resistance, since those were the feedback which would tell her whether it was still boiling hot outside, or instead some more reasonable, balmy weather.

After checking the feelings against the diagram and performing a couple quick mental calculations (she was hardly used to the spell, after all), she could say with reasonable confidence that the outside was a heat that humans could handle. So she came back to the cockpit. "It seems warm, but not too hot. I think we've cleared the torrid zone," she explained, and Hob nodded.

He looked up at Jutaana, who bounced up and down, from sole to toe and back again, smiling all the while as their eyes met. "The readouts say it's a safe temperature, the dials say we're far enough south to be out of the torrid zone, and Eshenesra says it's a safe heat with her Fire magic."

"Also, I am having heard a bird or other flying thing outside! No animals are going from south to north, right? Is only sea things!"

"Some sea things are animals," Hob said. "It is dangerous, if those things are wrong. But if you want to check, form a closed airlock and you can open it. We're only a few hundred feet over the sea level, so you'll be able to breathe and shouldn't get sucked out. If it's safe, we can fuck."

"Yes!" Jutaana bolted for the doors, and Eshenesra watched her go, unsure about the whole thing. Was it really right to take advantage of Jutaana like that?

"Eshenesra?" He prompted her, making her jolt in place. "I told her that there was danger. I didn't order her to do anything. I'm not going to just throw my slaves' lives away, don't worry," he reassured her, standing up, and she was reminded that he was quite a bit taller than her at that point, as well as much more muscular, having a certain intimidating aura to him. At any moment, he could do anything to her, and no one could stop him... not even her...

"Yes, thank you," she said, her voice warbling a bit as she spoke.

"There are being birds!" Jutaana yelled out. "They are coming into airlock! It is cute birds, very colorful! This one is rich purple, it is not landing feet on ground! Very impressive bird, just flying! Master, I am wondering if you are wanting some fresh food?"

"I am not food," came a high-pitched voice, in rather thickly accented Almerese.

"Eh?! The bird is being able to talk! Is it like a parrot?"

At that point, Jutaana opened the door to the airlock, revealing herself, accompanied by a very lovely bird. It had a thin, long beak with a small hook at the very end, constantly-beating wings, stubby little legs, and a fat body. Its body was only about the size of Eshenesra's fist, and its wings were no longer than one hand's breadth. It had a purple belly and dark purple-black wings behind it.

It flitted about in apparent distress, swooping out of Jutaana's reach almost immediately, but staying away from anyone else. It flicked its gaze back to the door to the outside, which would have closed shortly before the inner airlock could open.

"I've read about these," Hob said, his voice full of undisguised interest. "They're talking birds, yes. Intelligent. They offer advice. They don't land around humans, for fear that they'll have their magic stolen - we have no intent to do so, by the way," he added, with a small, respectful bow.

Instantly, Jutaana copied it, bowing extra-deep. "Ah! I am sorry for being insulting, Lord Bird! I was not knowing you are smart and talking and worth respect! Thought you were just normal bird which is for eating!"

The bird floated in the air for a long few seconds, then spoke again. "I accept the apology."

"We're here in the southern hemisphere for the first time," Hob explained. "I was hopeful you could give us some guidance - we're explorers, looking to find places that humans from the northern hemisphere have never reached."

The bird flitted in place, bouncing up and down, then spoke again. "There are many places in the southern hemisphere." It spoke somewhat curtly, not really answering Hob's question the way he wanted, but... its mannerisms seemed familiar to Eshenesra, it taking a few seconds for her to piece together.

"Would you like us to let you back out into the open sky?" Eshenesra asked, feeling stupid the moment after the words left her lips.

There was an awkward pause, then the bird spoke again. "Yes."

"Oh, sorry," Hob said, quickly heading back to the airlock, Jutaana hopping behind him, Eshenesra following as well. A few bits were pressed, and the doors cycled, letting the bird float out into the open air, where it promptly started to follow after the Swordfish at a decent distance. It was surprising to Eshenesra - the Swordfish was moving south quite quickly, but the bird didn't seem to struggle to keep up at all. "So, any recommendations for a spot northerners haven't been yet?" He prompted the bird once again.

The bird floated there for a few seconds in silence, thinking over the question. "I think Kitran would be south enough for no northerner to have been," it said, at last. "It is a great island kingdom, and sometimes the fine wares of its local fauna and elves are sold this far north."

"Great," he said. "Do you know which direction that is from here?"

The bird hesitated. "South."

"Right." He sighed. "Thank you for your assistance. Sorry again, to have accidentally confined you."

"I am being very very sorry!" Jutaana said, bowing repeatedly to the bird.

The bird seemed to decide to just leave at that point, abandoning them to stare at the open sea. It stretched for quite a ways out in every direction, vivid blue water reflecting the light of Eigan as well, leaving colorful splotches in Eshenesra's eyes. Raising one hand to block the sunlight from her eyes, she looked more closely, spotting a small island off in the distance.

"Perhaps we can stop there?" Eshenesra suggested, pointing out at the island. Hob squinted himself. "There may be people."

"It's as good a place as any to start," Hob said. He headed back to the cockpit, hitting a switch to release the clamps on the front shield, then twisting a crank until you could see out the front window again. He paused for a moment, looking over the newly-exposed horizon, but there weren't any islands visible that way, so he instead twisted the wheel, the whole lurching, sending Eshenesra threateningly to one side, Jutaana letting out an excited giggle as she hopped from one foot to the other to keep her footing.

Once it was pointed at the island, Hob dialed in the autopilot and stood up. "Don't mess with the controls unless there's an active danger," he ordered Eshenesra, who nodded in response. "Jutaana, let's have sweaty sex in the bedroom," he told her.

"Yes, Master!" She said, surprising Eshenesra as she actually scooped up Hob, hurriedly carrying him back to the bedroom, as if he was a bride and her the groom. He just smiled up at her, the pair seeming to make quite the sweet couple. She didn't even bother to close the door behind them as she arrived back in his bedroom.

"Nnghuh," came Azanaga's annoyed voice. "Why'd we lurch?" She asked, stumbling out of the 'slave quarters,' a pair of bunkbeds that they slept in when they didn't sleep with Hob. "Something happen?"

"We're out of the torrid zone," Eshenesra said. "We're heading for that island."

"Ugh. I fell out of my fucking bunk," Azanaga muttered. "Fuckin-" Squeaking noise came from Hob's bedroom as Jutaana started riding him on the bed. She approached it rapidly. "Couldn't have warned me about the turn, prick?"

"Close the door, Azanaga," Hob said, and Azanaga promptly did so, leaving her on the far side of the door from Hob and Jutaana. She muttered to herself and then returned to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Eshenesra fidgeted for a few seconds. Pichi was still sleeping. Akamarina was quiescent. Azanaga wanted to sleep...

She quietly creeped towards the door to Hob's bedroom, aiming to make her footfalls as quiet as humanly possible, and then pressed her ear against it.

Not that she really had to - Jutaana wasn't quiet. "Master! Master! Please can I be getting pregnant now? I promise to be good mommy and not get in trouble, if you knock me up!" Eshenesra's cheeks burned and she hurriedly stepped away, hoping that the leporagi woman's ears weren't good enough to make out what she'd been doing...

* * *

"Holy fuck," Azanaga grunted, holding her boots and socks in either hand, bare toes wiggling against the sandy shores of the island. "Yazhubalot's must still be alive because I get to fucking stand on solid ground again, I was going fucking stir crazy in there."

The Swordfish's wings had rotated ninety degrees, so that rather than cutting vertically through the air, they cut horizontal; the vessel itself now quietly floated in the water, only a minute's swim from the shoreline here. It was firmly locked and secured out there - and all five of them, plus Akamarina, were here on the shoreline.

"There are people on this island," Hob said. "I saw fortresses, and actively-burning fires, before we descended," he added. "Surprised nobody's come out to meet us."

"Ehn. Probably watching us from the treeline," Azanaga said, and everybody looked at the trees. "Just to see if we're hostile, don't get spooked." She walked back to the water, swishing her feet in the shallower parts of it, sighing again in relief. "Ohh, this is fucking so ni~ice, better than sex."

"Sex is being better than being barefoot, especially with Hob," Jutaana immediately replied, even managing to sound offended somehow.

At that point, a figure emerged from the tree line. It - no, she looked like no one that Eshenesra had ever seen before, save perhaps a racist caricature of a caninu. Rather than merely having the furred ears and tail, though, the whole body of the woman was covered in a light layer of speckled brown fur, with a head not like a human's but instead like a dog's, albeit one with more rounded ears, like a mouse. She could only really tell that it was a woman at all due to the breasts and clothing, light, tribal garb not uncommon in hot climates. The dog-woman positively bestial in mien, with large, carnivorous teeth as she spoke gutturally.

In a language none of them spoke. It was peppered with barks, but otherwise like human speech - maybe like one of those languages with the clicks?

At any rate, the woman didn't seem angry or upset, her voice growing more gentle as she went on. But she also became more short in her speech, saying only a scant few words here and there, huffing intermittently. At last, she said something in Nyzhraga, a language both Eshenesra and Azanaga spoke - but, gauging by their reactions, Jutaana and Hob didn't. "You speak this one?" Was what she said, albeit thickly accented and with a loud licking noise midway through.

"Yes," Eshenesra said quickly. "I speak that language. This man, Hob, is my master," she explained. "We are explorers." She really really ought to say at least one thing that would help them out here. She couldn't read the dog-woman's face at all. "I am a healer and can offer medical assistance if you have any injured among you."

"Master, eh?" The woman barked out, her tail flashing, her gaze going to Hob. He just offered a pleasant-enough smile. "As in, slave master?"

Eshenesra considered what to say - but she didn't get the chance. "Yes," Azanaga cut in. "He's our slave master."

The woman let out a bark of laughter at that, and was shortly joined by the laughter of her whole group, their bodies hidden past the tree line but clearly audible. "So you are northerners," she said, at last. "Well, if you can heal, it will be helpful," she said. "One of the whelps hurt himself recently. We can provide some food, perhaps some maps," she explained.

"What is she saying?" Hob asked.

"She's inviting us along. I offered to heal any injured people they have," she added, hoping she hadn't gone too far. He just nodded in reply. "They also offered food and maps."

"Great," he said. He turned his gaze to the woman, who eyed him closely for a long few seconds before she turned around, gesturing for them to follow.

They did.

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