Nigkala Tales Pt. 15: Rocky Road into Kombat

Nigkala Tales Pt. 15: Rocky Road into Kombat

Where I meet daughters I didn't know I had

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The National Mountain Climber Society was holding a charity auction to support the families of those killed by the mountains. They had asked me if I would be willing to contribute anything. I said I would provide some things. Having planned for this, I went to the basement storage to pull out my Everest gear. Eventually, I settled on my climbing boots, the two ice picks, and my coat. However, I also found the obsidian token the mountain gave me. How could I have forgotten it? I put everything else back, and would ship the gear off, along with my attestation that they were used on my climb to the summit.

The obsidian, on the other hand, I took with me to the sauna. "Queen Inanna, I have been given a message for you."

"Oh? Who would do this?"

"Not a who, so much as a what."

"Even stranger. Tell me."

"When I climbed Mount Everest, I encountered the spirit of the mountain. It watched me. I knew of your history with Ebih. Apparently it did also. The spirit was wary of me, as it sensed your hand upon me, but it was patient. For my part, knowing nothing of it at the time, I partook of the customary prayers for a good climb, and I asked for safe passage. I sensed the question of 'why', so I told it. When I reverently removed Jack's body from his cairn, and prayed to An for the others to remain safe, An responded. Then I waited reverently in silence and respect. That is when the spirit first spoke to me. It asked what boon I sought, and I told it I sought nothing it did not want to give. It chose to return respect for respect. Then it had me place my hand into the rock, where it gave me a token of its respect. Afterwards, it said, 'I am not made to bend, but if you respect me, I shall return that respect. Please tell your lady I have no wish for trouble.'"

"Ebih is old news. Very old news. I got over it and put it behind me long ago. Apparently, the mountains have longer memories. I was younger then, and felt all should bow to me. But time has humbled me. I have learned to avoid futile fights, such as mountains that don't bend. But knowing that this one is willing to show respect is surprising."

"I think the mountains have learned to be wary of your anger, and don't wish to be its target."

"So, we have both changed. Very well, consider the message delivered. Perhaps I shall visit it soon."

"I am also curious about the token. It is obsidian, but seems to hold spiritual power. I am unsure what to do with it."

"Show me." I picked it up, and focused my attention on it. "What is it with you?"

"My queen?"

"This token is a divine talisman as well. It is a lesser one, but still more powerful than a wizard's talisman. And it is attuned to you. I shall look into it... No. It was given in respect, so I should show respect. Daughter, may I join you in exploring it?"

"Yes, my lady."

Inanna's presence filled my mind, and she guided me into exploring it. The first and most obvious power was a sense of the earth and rock near me. I would be able to sense the distance, the solidity, and other qualities as I focused on the earth. The second power was the ability to take on some of the nature of rock. Just what that meant, I would have to explore. The third and last power, was the ability to summon and dismiss solid rock.

Inanna said, "You can choose the shape you summon, but I don't think you can summon rare rocks like jewels. No instant riches for you."

"Perhaps not, but generating instant rock might be useful for something."

"I leave that to you. Have fun exploring your new talisman."

With that, I felt her presence leave. I decided to test the talisman by summoning it and dismissing it. I placed it at the far end of the bench, and summoned it. It came. When I dismissed it back, it went back to the far end. When I tried to sense rock, it was easy to tell where the rock was, and I could tell there were different kinds about. I could sense the heated rocks in the sauna, the concrete pavers on the patio, even the glass windows. But beyond that, I could tell there was rock all about me in the ground, but I could not tell what the various kinds were. Looked like a field trip or two, was in order.

I wasn't sure if there was a wing of the museum dedicated to geology. Looking it up online, I found that they offered guided tours. Looking further in the details, it seemed like only male guides were available. Since I wanted lots of information, but few questions, I decided to dress in a top that fell open every time I bent over, as well as a skirt that rode higher when I bent over. Checking myself in the mirror, I saw I only needed thirty degrees to have a nipple in plain view, and forty-five for my vagina. I could see a little of my vagina directly when I sat. Perfect. I placed my obsidian talisman in my purse and drove to the museum.

After entering, I wandered a bit until I found the geology wing. Asking a guard, I was directed to the tour desk. As I neared, I saw they had a pretty display of samples on a mirror on top of the desk, and there was a guy manning it. By eye, I thought I could stand in just the right place so that the mirror would let him look right up my skirt. When I arrived, I stood there, with my legs a bit apart to give him a good view.

His eyes quickly spotted the reflection, and without looking up, he said, "How may I help you, ma'am."

"I would like a guided tour of your collection, with a knowledgeable gentleman to describe all about the various rocks."

Still glued to the mirror, he said, "What would you like to tour?"

Oh, he was fun. I leaned down to speak to him face to face from only a foot away, and a little above. My upper tits were fully on display, and the nipples of the bottom ones also could be seen. I put a finger on his chin and raised it up a little. When he saw my tits, his eyes got bigger. I said, "I want a man to tell me all about the rocks here."

"Okay, let me call him." He got out his phone, and looking away very briefly, he called someone. "Hi Terry, got one for you.... She wants a tour. Description? Very tall, great tits, no underwear." He realized what he said, and looked up at my face, still only a foot away, with a look of panic and embarrassment.

I pitched my voice to carry to whoever was on the phone, and said, "I like men who notice. Perhaps we can play later." My nipples extended fully as I said that.

He must have heard from Terry, because he said, "Goodbye," and put the phone back. Gulping, he asked, "Will there be anything else?"

"I'd like my ticket. I do so want to see lots of hard things today, especially if I can fondle some." Oh, I am so bad today, but when they are so easy, I can't help it. When he handed me my ticket, I said, "Thank you," and stood back up. My top, however, didn't recover my upper breasts because my nipples got in the way. The lower nipples, while they were in view, never came out, so were covered when I stood. Soon I heard someone almost running up to me, before slowing down to a walk.

"Hello, Miss. I understand you want a knowledgeable guide?"

I turned around, and the young man stared at my breasts. I said, "You must be Terry."

"Uh... Yeah, I'm Terry. Um, lady, your shirt is..."

"What?" I looked down. "Oh dear, they escaped again." I held the top with one hand, and briefly played with a nipple before stuffing that breast back under. I switched hands and did the same with the other. "They do so like the attention. Did you see how aroused they are?" Looking down at my breasts, I said, "Don't worry, mama's just going to cover you for a bit. You can come out and play later." Leaning to whisper, I said, "Here's my ticket. And please, call me Becky Sue." While he was distracted, I used my mental power to touch his mind about minerals, rocks and such.

He replied softly, "Yes, ma'am, I mean Becky Sue."

Standing tall again, I said, "Good, show me everything you have, the harder, the better." I saw his cock twitch, so I grinned.

He led me into the hall, and told me about each exhibit. I asked lots of questions, and leaned over quite a few times, so I could point to various bits of rock. I studied each exhibit, using the talisman and my own senses, and memorized all the names and qualities he mentioned. When he placed his hand on my butt, I ignored it. He led me to a large table exhibit and encouraged me to touch various pieces, and he would explain them. As I did, he let my skirt slide up under his hand until his hand was on bare flesh. When I didn't react and continued questioning, he started to feel me up. I spoke of the next rock, and he slid a finger into me. I used a bit of Inanna's gift to cause everyone to ignore us. I stood up, after making sure my upper nipples were fully exposed. Turning part way around, I asked about the next table, so he led me there. His finger was still in me, so we slowly walked and talked. As I appeared to focus on the rocks, he added a second, then a third finger. I had to use some meditative focus to ignore my own body's reactions.

This time, before I stood up, I unbuttoned my top all the way, and allowed all four breasts to be in full view. Breathing heavily, I said, "Looks like we have one more table. Show me." I had to go slower, as it was even more difficult to walk with three fingers in me. When we finished there, I turned partially around, while fondling one breast. "Do you have any more exhibits? Perhaps in a back room?"

"Yes, we have some. See that Employee Only door, go there." I did, fondling two breasts and walking slowly. I had him direct me. We entered and came to a table of rocks that were extras from the exhibit. He invited me to lean over and pick up one from the far end of the table. So I did, then leaning on my elbows, I looked closely at it. Knowing what was coming next; I focused even more on the rocks and tried to ignore my body. As I did, he withdrew his fingers. The next thing I heard was the dropping of his pants. Another moment and he buried his six-inch cock in me. Rather than use my hips to steady himself, he leaned on me and grabbed a pair of breasts. Soon he was pounding away, and kneading away. I just kept on asking questions. He didn't even realize I was speaking in his mind, and reading the answers directly, as his conscious mind was focused on sex.

Then it happened. We came. I could feel my body spasm in orgasm. I could feel the pleasure in full, yet it was as if it was happening to someone else. When I locked into his mind, his consciousness wasn't there. I could see with great clarity all he knew about rocks, and who knew more. This lasted a few seconds, and then his consciousness returned as though it had never left. Curious, but best looked into another time. He released my breasts and pulled out. I remained looking at the rock and asking questions, even as he pulled his pants back up.

There were two other areas he took me to, but he just looked as we spoke about the rocks. "Well, that's all the rocks in this wing of the museum."

"Okay, and thank you. Which way is out? I got all turned around."

Just as we got to the door, Terry said, "Um, Becky Sue?"

"Yes?"

"Your top."

I looked down. "Gosh darn it! It's a mass breakout. Let me fix it." I buttoned myself back up, pushing each breast back in after fondling my nipple a bit. "They are just too darn horny. I need to get laid soon." Watching his jaw drop was priceless. "Do I look presentable?"

"Now you are."

"Thank you." As we went through the door, I whammied him to forget my name and appearance. While he was processing that and not looking, I walked away. I decided to leave the museum, and head to the jewelers I often sourced my jewel-making supplies. I knew he had a wide variety of stones, and that he would let me handle them with minimal supervision. But before actually leaving the museum, I called, and asked for an hour or two of his time. He checked his appointments, and said if I came at four, I could have the rest of the evening.

I had three hours to kill, so, remembering the café I ate the last time I was here, I headed for it. This time they had Mexican. Therefore, so did I. After the meal, I went for a traditional capirotada, as the spiced fruits and nuts added to the bread pudding sounded great. It was. Of course, I had to wash up after that meal, especially given how sticky some of the food was. Next stop, the library. I killed two hours reading about geology, and how rocks were made.

I arrived at the jeweler's early. I told Arthur to find me in the tourist section. He was with someone, so just acknowledged me. I planned on making a bracelet. I felt this talisman should be the centerpiece of a beautiful one. I also wanted it to be sturdy, with other smaller stones to highlight it.

The customer left, and Arthur came over and said, "Hello, Becky Sue, how can I help you?"

I showed him the obsidian, and said, "I will be making a bracelet with this. I want to surround it with a number of different stones. Some shall be gemstones, and some ordinary lesser stones. Can you show me all the different stones you have, and tell me a little about them, while I examine them?"

"That is a tall order, as I have a lot of different stones. But I can begin with the lesser-known stones."

"Why those first?" I began to focus on his mind to get the information about the stones.

"The well-known ones, you likely know something about, and you can also easily find information on. But the others are not as easy to find out about."

"Oh. Thank you. So what is first?" As I was making a major effort to learn, he could sense my attention. I also asked relevant questions that showed I was listening. We continued for almost three hours, when Arthur decided to conclude his discussion.

"... and that is why quartz, though common, has become useful in electronics. Oh my, look at the time! I was supposed to close up shop an hour ago. My wife will kill me. We best finish."

"I am so sorry. But I think I can help offset your lateness. I noted several gems and stones I would like to order. I still need to determine the sizes, but I can get that to you tomorrow or the next day."

"I do appreciate that. My wife will still kill me, but she'll get over it much faster knowing I stayed for a significant sale."

"Then I best be getting along. See you soon."

Back home, in my jewelry workshop, I used my computer to get info on the eight stones I selected. I then pulled up my art program to design the bracelet. Realizing how thick the obsidian talisman is, I initially decided to place four stones on the outside, and four hidden inside a pair of secret spaces. That plan didn't survive long. My final design used three-eighths inch stones set four on the left and four on the right, on a silver setting. I would score the mountain below, and my hang glider above. Within the scored lines, I placed obsidian dust and clear enamel to make them solid black lines. I pulled several small gems from my secret craft-safe. I emailed dimensions, cut, and other features of the gems I wanted but didn't have. While I would spend about two to three thousand, I figured it would be appraised around twenty thousand with the additional gems and my work.

I then printed the pattern, using a light gray ink. This would let me freehand the drawing, while ensuring I left enough space for all the detail I wanted. When I checked in the next day, Arthur told me he would have to order two of the gems, but he had some alternatives that were close if I wanted to pay a visit. I went, taking the gems I already selected from my stash, and the printed design. Arthur was surprised I had such gems lying around.

"Where did you get all those gems?"

"I got them from some time spent in the Mideast. I also got some gold and silver, and I have mostly kept it for making my own jewelry. This will be in a silver setting. So why not pull out the gems you selected, and the ones that you think might be good?"

He returned after opening three different cases, holding two trays and one plain box with my name on it. He handed me the latter, and I opened it, and started examining them.

"These are the ones I had on hand that best matched your description." He laid the two trays on the side, and said, "These are the ones I think are close, but don't quite fit your description."

I laid the pattern down, and placed my stones on it. I then placed the ones he had selected on the paper. Then I looked through both trays to see what would best fit with what I had, and placed them on the paper. "These will do." I then placed each of his gems in the box, and asked him to ring them up. He put the trays away first, then picked up my credit card and walked over to the register. I collected my stuff, and met him at the counter, and signed for my purchase.

When we finished the transaction, he said, "I have something interesting that has recently gone expensive. I think you'd like to see it." He then looked at me, and waited.

"Okay, you have got my interest. Show me."

"It's over here in the tourist section." He walked over towards the front of the store, and pointed to a case displaying a number of earrings, many of which I had seen people wear. The difference was the jewels were real, the metals expensive, and the work high quality. He pointed one pair out.

"You're right. It does interest me." I saw the comedy and tragedy theater mask earrings I had designed, but produced by a company that I knew made high-end stuff. "When did these come out?"

"The basic version was first produced in limited numbers about three years ago. It didn't sell that well until word spread to the college-theater crowd. That made it go viral, and when the video turned up of you wearing them for your Doctorate, well, overnight it became nearly mandatory for theater graduates. This high-end version came out a year ago, but I didn't receive one until two months ago. I've sold thirty so far."

"Nice. Thanks for showing me."

"Thanks for stopping by. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon."

"Wouldn't surprise me. Well, goodbye."

I left and went home. For the next two weeks, I worked on the design, getting the mountain and hang glider line art just right. I also got a lesson on rocks from three universities in the area. Their collections didn't have many gems, but they did have a wide variety of stones. My 'teachers' were also quite knowledgeable, and they enjoyed my attire.

My agent derailed my plans with another role, with Lilith Ascends: Bad Company. The title character, Tina, would be facing off against a devil, summoned to do evil in the city. Before that fight, she has to get through his minions. I was also lead fight trainer and coordinator. For the next six months, I only had a day here and there I could spend on other things, but I just chose to rest.

Fortunately, Filipe reprised his role, and so we got a suite at the hotel, and could enjoy the amenities. He took care of my schedule, and ensured I got enough to eat. At night, we had sex sometimes, but other times I was too tired, and he just held me until I fell asleep. Occasionally, it seemed I could relax more when they filmed me. The sex scenes were actually the most relaxing.

It was while preparing to film the scene in the abandoned mine, that I noticed some mineral I thought I recognized low on one wall. I was examining the tunnel's soundness when I spotted it. That night, I asked Filipe to see what was mined there. This mine produced Lake Superior Agates, whose value depended on quality. I suggested to Filipe we stay a day or two to collect some. He recommended getting official permission, so we could claim their full value. By the time the filming ended and everyone went home, Filipe had negotiated a week's prospecting where we could keep everything we hauled out, for a thousand dollars.