A Long Time from Home Ch. 18

Author's notes:

It have taken some time for me to ready this chapter, which is mostly because I have been on vacation. I hope it's worth the wait.

About the language and notation:

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

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

Some warnings:

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

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

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

P.P.S. While you're here anyway, please rate the chapter and leave a comment :)

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Chapter 18 -- Flashback: Traveling the world Part 2

Dilmun and the Kemetian Empire, Ca. 1224 BC

For a thousand years, Dilmun had been one of the greatest trading hubs on the route to and from Bharata and the trade was exactly the reason why Shava and I was here.

The Merchant-noble Nanda had persuaded me to stay until his wife, Dashala, had given birth and that proved to be a wise precaution from his part, as the childbirth had been problematic to say the least.

In the end, I had sent the local healers out of the room and with Nanda and Shava as my helpers, I had used the last resort known to me: Carefully, I had cut Dashala's stomach, removed the child (a son) and sewed Dashala together again, before I used just enough Vis healing to ensure that she would survive the treatment, but not so much that it would seem like a miracle.

To Nadra however, it was still a miracle that both his son and his wife had survived, and not only had he showered me with gifts, but knowing that I wanted to travel on, he had arranged transport.

So, when Dashala had healed somewhat, Shava and I were put on a ship going further up the river. Then we had travelled over land to another river, where we boarded a ship going downstream and after a relatively short trip, we had ended up in the trading city of Dvārakā, where we stayed for some time, waiting for the wind to change.

As per Nanda's advice, I had exchanged some of his gifts with other wares there and when the wind changed, I had an entire shipload of ivory, pearls and timber, as well as lot of the blue gemstone known as Lazika Stone (Baylon: Lapis lazuli). A stone I knew was hugely popular in both the Kemetian and Assyrian Empire, and thus was a good for trading.

Then we had boarded an ocean-going ship sailing west with the winds into the Dilmun Gulf and then slightly south, until we arrived at the Island of Dilmun.

Originally, I had planned on staying at the Baylon colony, but Nanda had arranged for us to stay at a Bharatan merchant, so that is what we did.

However, I was still of a test trip for the Securitas Externa and that required that I showed up at the Baylon trading post in person, so when everything else was in order, I walked over there.

The trading post at Dilmun was the oldest of all Baylon trading posts, dating back almost a thousand years, and it was one of the few places outside Baylon itself, that was equipped with a designated gating chamber and a permanent staff of mages from Ordo Vectio, ensuring quick and safe travel from Dilmun to Baylon or the other way around.

The two guards at the entrance sent me a suspicious look as I walked up to them, which was understandable as I was dressed in the silk clothes Nanda had given me. A light green knee-length silk shirt that hang loosely around the body and covered the baggy leggings, made in the style of the horse people of Northern Bharata, but in the same light green silk as the shirt. My hair was covered by a wrap-around headdress, that provided shade for my head in the burning sun.

With the tan I had gained after months of travel, I looked a lot like a tall, rich native and when I walked towards the entrance, the guards moved to intercept me.

"Hold, stranger!" One of them said sternly.

Stopping, I bowed slightly and reached out with my mind. "< I'm Inquisitor Spectre of the Securitas Externa and I'm here to see Ambassador Ultes >"

As only Baylons could use that particular way of mind speech and as it's impossible to lie over a true mind-link, he returned the bow with a slight smile. "< Welcome to Dilmun, Inquisitor Spectre. Unfortunately, we can't leave our post, but at this time of the day you'll find Ambassador Ultes at home, eating dinner. >"

Along with the answer came the directions to the Ambassador's home, so I thanked the guards and started to walk in that direction, passing several warehouses, before turning a corner and finding myself right in front of the Ambassadors house.

The Ambassador's house was situated right next to yet another warehouse and despite being an official building, it was a small two-story building.

The wooden door was open, which I assumed was due to the evening heat, so I walked inside.

The first room was the hallway and unlike what I first thought, it wasn't empty.

A large female guard, dressed in bronze armor, was standing near the right left corner, talking to someone in the corner.

That itself was rather strange, but as I came nearer, I could hear her say. "Com'on pretty boy. You know you want it."

A young man's voice answered her, sounding slightly desperate. "No, I don't. As I've said a hundred times before, I'm happily married. Now leave me alone!"

The female guard laughed. Not a laugh of happiness, but one of sadness. "There's no such thing as a happy marriage eight hundred leagues from home, pretty boy." Her voice changed to be almost pleading. "I need some sex and you're the only one without a partner here."

I shook my head. The thing about moving as silent as I did, was that sometimes I walked unnoticed into situations that other, noisier, people didn't. Sometimes, it was an advantage and other times, it was a disadvantage.

At the moment it could go either way. The guard was a close to sexual harassment as you could possibly be, without actually stepping over the line. At least according to Lex Imperialis. Personally, I thought she had stepped over that line, but personal opinions didn't really count in the eyes of the law.

Deciding to break things up, I cleared my throat, causing the guard to whirl around.

Due to her saying that she needed sex and clearly haven't gotten any for a while, I had thought that she was somewhat ugly or at least ordinary looking, but she actually looked good, with clear blue eyes, high cheekbones and full lips in a pretty face. She was also younger than I first had imagined, and I had a feeling that this was her first posting after finishing.

That was all I had time to see, as her training kicked in by seeing what looked like a local in the Ambassador's hours and a heartbeat later, she charged me, drawing her mace with a speed, that spoke of many of hours of training.

Unfortunately for her, I had many years of training and since I didn't dare use Ars Mentalis, the Ambassador's house was most likely warded against the use of Powers, I side-stepped the charge, grabbed the arm and used her own weight and forward momentum to send her to the floor.

Maintaining my hold of her, I reached out with my mind again. "< Relax. I'm Inquisitor Spectre of the Securitas Externa and I'm here to see Ambassador Ultes >"

"Oh shit!" She mumbled verbally, and then replied. "< Sorry about that, sir. I'm Guard Lucia Evander >"

"< No worries >" I replied with a mental chuckle. "< I should have identified myself right away. Now, you're clearly new here, so where are your supervising officer? >"

There was a slight pause, as it seemed like she was searching for a correct way to answer, but finally she said. "< Sergeant Sabinus is having dinner with the Ambassador >"

A sound from the corner made me glance in that direction. A good-looking, young man was standing there, looking at us open-mouthed.

I identified myself once again, causing him to gulp.

"Now," I said verbally. "Since the guard here can't leave her post, could you show me to the Ambassador's office?"

He paled. "Ambassador Ultes cannot be disturbed while she is having dinner, sir."

"You will show me the way, anyway." I said firmly. If the Ambassador had a meeting with a Sergeant of the Guards during a time where he was supposed to be on duty, something was amiss, and I wanted to know what it was. If for nothing else, it might be another test to see if I was able to handle unexpected situations in the colonies and trade posts around the world.

Releasing my hold of the female guard, I said. "We will talk later, but as of this moment, I want you to stop harassing this young man... or any other for that matter. You're one word or action away from being arrested for sexual harassment and that will end your carrier faster than you can blink.

Holding out a hand, I helped her on her feet. She was taller than usual, meaning that she was at least a hand width taller than me, and being this close to her, I had no trouble feeling her sexual frustration, but somewhat to my surprise, she also emanated desire and lust.

Both feelings went right to my balls. It was way too long since I had sex with a Baylon and while sex with Shava was fantastic, I missed the mental element of connecting with another Power user.

Taking a decision, I mentally added "< If you're really need some sex and don't mind a shorter person, come visit me later >"

Her expression changed. First to one of shock, but then a slow smile spread on her face. "< You really mean that? >"

"< Yes >"

"< I'll look forward to that. Where do I find you? >"

I sent the location to her and then turned towards the server. "Show me the way to the Ambassador."

With a sigh, he nodded. "This way, Sir."

Sneaking into an Ambassador's office is normally illegal, even for a member of the Securitas Externa, but with Sergeant Sabinus missing from his post, it became an investigation and that made it legal, so I dismissed the server once we were at the door to the office.

There weren't any sounds from the inside, but with powers, that wasn't unusual, so I took a closer look at the door, looking for wards. As I had expected, the door was warded against any Ars Mentalis, as well as Ars Magica, but that was the very reason why we were taught so many different things at Arcem Discendi and picking the lock was almost ridiculously easy.

It might have been a quality lock when they installed the door, but that was several hundred years ago and I had trained on the exact type of luck many, many times.

Then I activated a Vis-power that made me blend in with the surroundings in the same manner as a chameleon, opened the door as quietly as possible and stepped inside the room, closing the door behind me.

The room was large, but the small windows had their shutters closed, leaving the room in semi darkness. It was still a beautiful room, decorated with tasteful tapestries showing ships sailing the oceans, a beautiful sunset over some mountains and several other landscapes of equal beauty.

However, the centrepiece of the room was a large wooden desk standing to the side from the entrance and right now it was occupied by two persons fucking each other.

A man, I assumed was the Sergeant of the Guard, was laying on the desk, while a woman was sitting on top of him, riding him hard, her ass going up and down as she slammed herself down on his hard dick.

One of them had obviously set up some kind of sound barrier, because even though she smashed down on the dick inside her so hard it made her fleshy ass ripple, there wasn't a sound to be heard.

Normally, I don't look at other men's dick since they don't mean all that much to me, but as she impaled herself, juices ran down the dick, the small drop glittering in the light from the windows.

Mesmerized, I stared as the women slammed down again and then came in a violent orgasm, tossing her head and opening her mouth to scream silently, as she sat still, her hips jerking and bucking, while tremors ran through her body.

For a few moments, she sat still, but then pulled herself off the guard's dick and turned around with a happy smile on her face, so she could sit on his face, while taking him into her mouth.

I stood completely motionless during that. The chameleon power I had used was excellent when standing still, but not so much when moving, and while I had assumed something illegal was going on, I haven't expected a front seat to the Ambassador having sex.

She even looked to be good at it, as she just the tip of the cock into her mouth and gently stroked the slippery shaft a few times, before she retracted her head to let her tongue swirl around the sensitive skin of the head.

The sight was extremely erotic and that they didn't know that I was there, somehow heightened the sexiness of it all, and I could feel my body reacting accordingly as my dick got hard.

On the table, the Ambassador had closed her lips around the cock and was bobbing her head as her hands moved up and down the shaft, the periodic whiteness of her knuckles indicating that she was given it a squeeze from time to time.

Due to the position, I couldn't see what the man was doing, but from the rhythmic move of his shoulders, he was both licking and fingering her. He was obviously not bad with his tongue, because the Ambassador shivered and jerked from time to time.

In response, the Ambassador changed position a little and then took all of him into her mouth, going down the throat, as she didn't stop until her nose almost touched his balls.

She held it there for a few heartbeats and then slowly pulled back until she had just the head in her mouth. Then she did it again, a bit faster this time.

It must had been really good, because I could see the guard curl his toes every time the Ambassador sank his cock deep into her mouth and throat.

Faster and faster, it went, until the guards were twisting and turning, clearly being very close to coming, but still doing what he could to make her come again.

He succeeded and she stopped as suddenly as she had started, shivering and trembling as she came, the dick in her hand and mouth momentarily forgotten.

By then, I was so aroused, that I could hear the blood buzz in my ears and my erection was almost painfully hard.

It became worse a moment later, when she straddled him again and slowly lowered her dripping pussy over his pole, looking like she savoured the feeling of it going inside her.

When she had at last fully settled on his hips, she took his hands and placed them on her breasts, before she began to rise and fall, lift, and drop onto his cock. With each downward movement I could see her ass tense, as she clenched her muscles.

The guard began to thrust upwards with his hips to meet her halfway and it didn't take long before she opened her mouth in another silent scream as her body shook in an orgasmic fit.

At the same time, the guard's movements became jerky as he kept slamming into the Ambassador a few more times before he lay still.

The Ambassador leaned forward and a moment later, they were kissing, leaving me with time to think. If they discovered I was there or didn't leave the room, I would have to identify myself and explain that I was there to investigate why the guard had left his post.

However, if they didn't discover me and left the room, I could just leave as quietly as I had arrived and give the Ambassador a quiet warning about not ordering on-duty guards away from their posts. That they had sex was really beside the point, as it wasn't illegal as long as all people involved in it was consenting.

I liked the last option better. I wasn't sure how the Ambassador would react to a newbie Inquisitor watching her having sex with a Sergeant of the Guard and she would get the warning anyway.

Apparently, the Goddess of Luck hadn't abandoned me, because after having relaxed for a little while, they both stood up from the table, smiling widely to each other as they did so, and walked out of the room hand in hand. They didn't dress, so I guessed that they were heading to a bath.

With a little smile of my own, I left the room, locking the door after me and walked into the waiting area to wait for the Ambassador to officially return, hopeful that my erection would go away before I was summoned to her office.

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It was almost evening before I was able to leave the Trade post again.

The meeting with the Ambassador went according to plan and she proved to be a good looking and charming middle-aged woman with an easy smile and a gleam in her eyes, and she graciously accepted my quiet warning about having meetings with on-duty guards.

She also looked so much like the guard I had a date with later, that I was willing to bet that they were related. According to the official record I had read in Arcem Discendi, Ambassador Ultes was one hundred and ninety years old, but looked about half that age. That meant, they were most likely not mother and daughter, but perhaps grandmother and granddaughter.

When the meeting with the Ambassador was over, I talked with the Steward of the Trade post, who filled me in on the latest news from the area.

In the Kemetian Empire, Crown prince Merneptah had not only won a battle against the Libu tribe in the western of the empire but had also been named Prince Regent by Ramesses the Great.

That wasn't surprising. Ramesses had been old when I was born and had to be around eighty now. That meant that he had outlived many of his sons and Merneptah was the twelfth or thirteenth in the line and not a young man anymore. On the bright side, he was one of the more intelligent children and, as proven by his victory, and able commander of the army.

A bit closer to Dilmun, the Assyrians under the command of King Tukulti-Ninurta I, who had beaten the Hittites ten years earlier, had gone to war again and had crushed King Kashtiliash IV of Babylonia, taking Babylon in the process and was reportedly marching south, towards the cities of Uruk and Ur.

The important part was that Tukulti-Ninurta I had demolished the walls of Babylon and the fighting had killed many of the inhabitants of the city. That meant a change of plans, as my original route had gone up the Purattu river (Modern day Euphrates) to Babylon. That was impossible now, as that would take me through a war zone.

Consequently, I had asked the Steward to contact Securitas Externa and request a change of the test, since one of the places I had been required to visit was Babylon and that was rather pointless by now. He had agreed and would get back to me in a few days, when he had had a meeting with the former Steward of the Babylonian trade post, who had gated to Dilmun when the city fell.

That was why I was heading down to the ship now. Captain Pratipa had sailed in this area for decades and if anyone knew of a better route to the Empires of the Middle Sea, it had to be him.

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It was dark when I left the ship again to walk to the house Nanda had provided for us. Mostly because Captain Pratipa loved to tell stories from his life at sea and had used the opportunity to tell a few stories explaining why his suggestion was the best.

In short, he had suggested sailing around Oram Aromatum (Baylon: Spice Coast. Present day Arabian Peninsula), visiting the harbours on the coast, until we could sail into the Gulf of Kerma (Present day Gulf of Aden) and up the Red Sea to the Kemetian harbour of Vicus (Baylon: Quartz Harbour. Modern day El Qoseir).