A Long Time from Home Ch. 20

Author's notes:

Just a little warning: This chapter contains light BSDM near the end. Nothing wild or complicated, but different from what I have written so far.

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 20 -- Flashback: Returning to Baylon

Men-nefer (Kemet) and the Capitol of Baylon, ca. 1222 - 1221 BC

Men-nefer was one of the oldest cities in Kemet, had been its capital several times throughout the ages and was the centre for craftmanship and the religious centre for the worship of the god Ptah, the patron of craftsmen. It was also a place of education, since the royal princes and children of the nobility in Pi-Ramesses was raised in Men-nefer and the city's harbour, called Peru-nefer, was the major port for foreign traders, so the city had a higher-than-normal share of public eateries and places to sleep.

The most important part for me, was that my father maintained a townhouse in the city. Originally, it had belonged to his human half-sister, but being pure human, she had died from old age years ago and now it belonged to my father.

After I had captured Mettius Clodius Pulcher and freed Vibhrama, I had contacted the Steward of Kemet to report the mission completed and get information about what to do next. To my pleasant surprise, she had insisted that I escorted Vibhrama back to her home, even if we had to wait until the trade winds changed again, which would take months. She even gave me the valuables to pay for us both during that time, with extra to pay for the trip.

However, instead of renting a place to stay in the capitol Pi-Ramesses, I had contacted my father and gotten permission to use the family townhouse in Men-nefer.

We spent four months in Men-nefer, relaxing and enjoying life. Since the harbour was filled with foreign traders, I sold most of the timber and silk from Bharata, getting a much better price for them than I had thought I would, due to the war in Babylonia, which blocked off most of the normal trade routed.

Since the merchants told me that the prices on my other wares was rising, I had stored them at the house as I guessed that the prices would be even higher, when I returned from Bharata.

In a way it was quite ironic. I had spent a lot of training becoming a healer, so I could use it as a cover and here I was, being a merchant with wares from distant lands, instead of being a healer. Still, it was a lot of fun and I used the trading session to learn as much as possible about trade, since it might become useful in my job in Securitas Externa later.

For the same reasons, I used the opportunity to learn a few more languages, chief among them Hittite and Assyrian. Both were commonly used as a trade language in this area of the world, and I used them along with some of the profit to fill a ship with wares, Vibhrama and I we were going back to Bharata anyway.

When the time for departure grew near, Shava and I had a talk about what she wanted for the future, now that I had not only set her free, but also given her some of the profit from trading.

In the end, Shava elected to stay in Kemet, which wasn't really a surprise. For some reason, women were seen as secondary citizens in most of the human world, but Kemet was one of the only places, where women could own property and with the wealth I had given her, Shava could create a decent life there.

When spring came, Vibhrama and I travelled back Vicus to board the ship and went east-ward again. The trip to Bharata took yet another month, but it was blessedly uneventful, and when we arrived in Dvārakā, I sold the trade goods, paid the captain, and shared one last, glorious night with Vibhrama, before I bought some easy-to-carry gems and spices.

While the Baylon Empire did have Magical Gates that could transport almost anything over great distances in a heartbeat, using them for transporting goods were severely limited by law, to avoid destroying the local trade routes. That meant, that nobody was allowed to carry more than they could have in a non-magical backpack and gold wasn't allowed at all.

It also meant, that most goods from Bharata, Dilmun and Elam travelled along the normal trade routes through Babylonia to Tyre or other ports in the eastern Middle Sea. However, with the war in Babylonia, they were forced to use the trade route through Kemet just like me.

For the traders of Elam and Dilmun, it was a long and expensive detour, and not all captains knew that route, making it a dangerous one to take. Consequently, the supply of pearls, silk, Lazika Stone and many other goods normally imported from these areas had become scarce, causing prices on these items to rise all over the Middle Sea area.

Normally I couldn't care less about prices and scarcity of wares, but in this case, I did as pearls, sapphires, spices and Lazika stone was exactly the wares I had, on Nanda's suggestion, brought along with me to Kemet.

With all the trading done, I used a gate to get back to Kemet, where I had reported the escort mission done before I returned to Men-nefer and the house there, to wait for a Securitas Externa ship that could take me to Tyre.

I had expected Shava to be there, but during the two months I had been away, she had accepted a marriage proposal from a rich merchant and had moved into his home. A move, that left me with mixed emotions. Mostly, I was happy that she had found someone to spend her life with, but I also missed her. Not only as a fantastic partner to share pleasure with, but she had a happy outlook on life, that could brighten anyone's day.

It did give me time to catch up on Kemetian herbal medicine and it was while I was reading a papyrus describing a new way to use poppy seeds, that I suddenly sensed the hum of Baylon magic in the air and a moment later I felt the well-known mental pattern of Steward of Kemet.

Accepting the incoming contact, I sent, "< Hello, Sir. What can I do for you? >"

"< Inquisitor Spectre, >" She said formally, causing a shiver to run down my spine. When Stewards became formal, it was rarely a good sign. "< You are hereby directed to travel to Pi-Ramesses and attend the Royal Court as a healer for a few days, under the direction of High Priest Khaemweset and Magus Tia Magnus. The latter will contact you as soon as they're ready.>"

"< Yes, Steward >" I replied automatically, while my mind raced. High Priest Khaemweset was not just any old High Priest. He was the fourth son of Ramesses II, making him a prince, and the administrator of the temples in Men-Nefer.

As most of the princes, he had a military education and had participated in the battle of Kadesh and several other battles, but at some point, he had grown tired of the military life and became a High Priest of Ptah instead.

As Ptah was the God of Crafts, Khaemweset also gained the title of 'Chief of Crafts' and he had spent a lot of time restoring some of the older temples and pyramids in Kemet, becoming an expert and sage when it came to history.

My father even know him as a fellow sage, and according to him, Khaemweset was also very good at Kemetian magic, or Heka as the Kemetians called it, specializing in healing magic, and his abilities in that art form was one of the major reasons for Ramesses still being alive and well, despite his advanced age.

"< A word of caution, Inquisitor >" continued the Steward. "< You're not allowed to use any of the Artes Potentia, so you'll mostly have to rely on skill, potions and herbs. If the healing requires some potion or herbs you do not have with you, please tell Tia Magnus. She can gate them to Pi-Ramesses. Is that understood? >"

"< Yes, Steward. No Ars Mentalis or Ars Magica >" I said again. There wasn't much else I could say, as this was clearly an order.

"< Good. >" came the satisfied reply. "< Have a pleasant evening >"

"< You too, Sir >" I managed to send off, just as the link disappeared again.

With a slight shake of my head, I leaned back in the chair, but I didn't even have time to think the order over as I felt Tia's mental pattern and accepted the magical communication, greeting her with a "< Hello, Tia. Always nice to hear from you >"

Tia Magnus' mental voice said. "< Hello Ivah. I assume you have talked with the Steward? >"

"< Yes. You need some healing done >" I sent back. "< What's up? >"

"< My father is ill, and I wondered if I could persuade you to take a look at him >"

For a heartbeat, I wondered why she would need the Stewards permission for that, but then remembered who her father was and felt ice forming in my stomach. "< Wait a moment. Do you want me to 'take a look' at Ramesses II... Better known as Ramesses the Great? >"

Her mental laughter echoed in my head. "< Yes, that about sums it up. However, you will not be alone. My brother, High Priest Khaemweset will be there as well. >"

"< Yes, the Steward told me that >" I answered. "< It's not a problem >"

"< Good >" She sent, happiness oozing through the link. "< How soon can you be ready? >"

"< As soon as you tell me, why I was chosen for this assignment >" I said with a mental chuckle, while I placed the papyrus I had been reading back in its protective casing. "< The Steward somehow neglected to explain that to me and I wonder why they would send a newbie like me to attend the most powerful man in the human world >"

That made her laugh again. "< First of all, the really powerful healers get a severe allergic reaction as soon as they leave the portal. Secondly, you have more experience with herbs and potions, because they use magic on Baylon instead. Third, you're the grandson of Horemheb, meaning that you're really a distant part of the royal family, which makes it a lot easier for you to examine my father than if it was some foreigner >"

That statement made me laugh out loud. I didn't know where Tia had gotten her information about my family from, but she had clearly done some research. She was also right: Foreigners were not allowed to touch the living embodiment of Ra that the Pharaoh was, so stressing my ancestry was a big advantage in this case.

"< Good point >" I admitted.

"< Correct, so you're it. Are you ready? >"

"< Yes. Do you want a mental image? >" I asked, since it was impossible to gate or teleport to a place you didn't know what looked like, and a mental image would redeem that.

"< That would be nice >"

Most Baylon homes have a room with something unique in it, making it easier to teleport to it, and my father's house was no exception, so I walked into the room, looked around and sent the mind image to Tia.

A moment later, she stood in the middle of the room, laughing softly, as she studied the paintings my sister and I had painted on the wall. In return, I was studying her. She was looking just as good as the last time I saw her, with the long red curly hair framing her pretty face and highlighting her sparkling green eyes.

She was wearing a tightfitting Kemetian style dress made from cotton that didn't do anything to hide her voluptuous curves as it hugged her body, and the wide straps that went over her breasts on their way to the shoulders only managed to cover a small portion of those glorious orbs.

The sight made my thoughts wander to the last time we shared pleasure and I could feel my dick starting to react.

Tia shifted he gaze from the drawings to me with a smile on her beautiful face "Well, they are unique!"

"Exactly my father's words and that is why they stayed." I said drily. "My mother was horrified. Not because my sister and I had drawn on the wall, but because she thought they were awful."

She was about to answer when she noticed my growing erection. Not that it was difficult, as I was wearing a traditional zhendyt, a wrap-around skirt belted at the waist. Not only was it comfortable to wear, but it was also made a lot of sense in the Kumetian heat.

Her eyes wandered up to my face again and she was smiling as she said. "Well, we can't take off with you looking like that. Want to do something about it?"

"Oh, yeah."

A few moments later, we had relocated to the bedroom, while kissing like there was no tomorrow.

I slid the shoulder straps of her dress to the side and then down the sides, causing it to drop to the floor and revealing her deliciously naked body, her soft brown skin begged to be touched.

She was also a little leaner than last time I saw her naked, looking like she had done some physical training in the three years that had gone by since last time.

I didn't have much time to enjoy the sight though, because Tia gave me a small push, making me fall onto the bed, before she kneeled between my legs, moved the zhendyt to the side with one hand, grabbed my cock with the other hand and took it in her mouth.

It wasn't what I had expected, but it was nothing short of fantastic, as her tongue swirled around the head, while she bobbed her head, wet lips sliding over my dick, moving in perfect rhythm with the hand on my shaft.

Groaning, I relaxed on the bed and enjoyed not only the oral attention, but also the feel of her soft breasts pressing against my thighs. I shivered as Tia used her free hand to caress my balls with featherlight touched, sending tendrils of pleasure through my body.

Then she held her head still, still licking the head, while her hand was working my shaft, twisting her hand a little and applying just the right amount of pressure as the hand moved up and down.

"That is fantastic." I groaned, feeling the need to come begin to build.

Tia stopped licking the head of my cock just long enough to say, "Just wait. This is only the beginning."

The hand on the shaft held still and then she started bobbing her head again, sliding her lips over my cock, while sucking gently.

She kept that up for some time. Sucking me for some time, until she suddenly changed to stroking and licking me, and then back to sucking again.

Normally, I can last for a long time, but she was too good for that, and I could feel my orgasm marching steadily closer.

"Take care, or I'm going to come." I moaned. It was meant as a warning, but I guess Tia took it as a challenge, because she changed position and a moment later, she wrapped her massive breasts around my wet cock, pressed them together with her hands, and used them instead of her hands to massage the shaft, while her tongue kept playing on the head.

"Fuck!" I groaned. The feeling of the soft flesh around my hard cock was nothing short of amazing.

It became even better a moment later, when she somehow locked her lips around the head and began to bob up and down again, sucking me while the tongue whirled around the tip.

The impending orgasm sudden picked up the pace and there was no stopping it with the treatment I was getting.

My hips bucked, pushing my dick further into her mouth. "I'm coming!"

Tia stopped using her tongue but moved a little faster as she sucked harder and a heartbeat later, I erupted, sending shot after shot of semen down her throat, causing her to swallow as fast as she could. It felt like I came for a small eternity, but Tia kept swallowing while massaging my cock with her breasts until I was dry.

Only then did she stop, looking up at me with a smile on her face. "That was nice. I don't think I haver ever done that to you before."

I thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement with her. Since I can't come many times in a row and liked to see women come while I'm inside them, I tend to stop women before I come. At least before I had been inside them. When used as a finish, I was all for it.

This time was different for some reason. Still locked between her tits, my dick had gotten softer, but the softness surrounding it and well as the sight of Tia sitting between my legs stimulated it and I could feel it grow again.

Tia felt it as well and looked at me, eyebrows raised in surprise and a slight grin on her face. "Not enough?"

I shrugged slightly as I smiled. "The sight and feel of you is overpowering."

"It was supposed to got down!" She mock complained.

"Then stop being so flaming sexy."

With a grin she stood, climbed unto me, and used a hand to guide me in between her lower lips. Then she pushed down, making the head slip into her.

Her pussy was wet, hot, and tighter than I remembered. Whatever workout she had been doing, had clearly worked on her internal muscles as well. Whatever the cause, her wet pussy felt wonderful around me and the slight contractions of her muscles whenever she moved, sent waves of pleasure through me.

For a moment, her face went slack, and I could feel her relaxing every muscle in her body, before she dropped herself down, burying my dick inside her snug pussy and giving a small shriek of pleasure as her love-pearl met my pelvis.

Tia shivered, but placed her hands on my chest and began to move up and down. Her strokes were slow at first, as she took her time lifting all the way up until only the head was inside her, before going down again, moaning softly as more and more of my cock penetrated her.

Then she leaned forward, dangling her fabulous breasts in front of me. With a smile I placed my hands on them, caressing them and enjoying their firm softness. That made her moan again, so without stopping my caresses, I opened my mouth and caught a nipple between my lips. I sucked gently on, nibbling slightly, before I brought my tongue into play and made circles around the nipple, making her moan.

That made her slow down a bit and instead of going up and down, she began to rotate her hips, making my cock do circles inside her and causing both of us to moan.

I moved my hands from her tits, sliding them over her soft skin until I could grab her bountiful ass, squeezing it hard, which made her moan again. The nipple left my mouth as she leaned further down to kiss me, leaning on her elbows as she did so.

Kissing her, as I caressed her soft ass and she slowly fucked me, was a great feeling, only made better by the sensation of her big breasts mashed against my chest and her hard nipples against my skin.

Tia must have felt the same, because we stayed in the position for a while, kissing and enjoying each other's bodies, but eventually I wanted more and since I could feel that she felt the same way, I grabbed her ass harder and pulled her down on my cock, bucking my hips at the same time.

Tia yelped into my mouth and then kissed me harder, more intense. In response, I held her butt where it was, squeezing it hard, and started to fuck her in a rapid pace, my pelvis slapping against her with every thrust.

"Sweet Isis!" Tia groaned, breaking our kiss, and lowering her head to kiss my neck, mumbling, "I missed this!"

"Me too." I grunted, keeping up the pace.

"I'm coming!" She suddenly said and then shrieked with pleasure, as the orgasm rolled through her, making her shake and twitch in my arms.

I kept moving until the climax faded and the took a deep breath. With my feet on the floor it wasn't the easiest or most comfortable position to do a long, hard fuck, but by the Gods, it had been worth it.