TRC - Lord of the Glass Desert Ch. 02

"Not yet but soon. I need the tent, please."

"You got it," a mote of light flew out of her bag and turned into a canvas square upon touching Kal's hand. He then asked Tetas where the campfire was going to be and picked a spot directly across from the winemaker. The older man watched with curiosity as the magic tent assembled itself.

"That's a fine piece of magic there, how much would it take for you to part with it?"

"It's not mine to give, though the owner would argue otherwise. Even if it were, I don't think you have enough money to purchase it from me."

"I make wine that is only drunk by those in the royal family and their guests. You may be surprised by what I can afford."

Kal pulled back the flap covering the entrance of the two-man tent. "See for yourself."

Momentarily forgetting that he was in the middle of setting up his own shelter, Tetas stared at the inside of the magical tent as he mechanically walked over. The older man looked out above the canvas roof then looked inside then looked over it again, this time waving an arm over top. A quick jog around the back and he waved his arms around behind the tent as well before coming back to stare at the inside. "It's..."

"Bigger on the inside, I know," said Kal, grinning wide, "and that's not all it can do."

Tetas sighed heavily as he stood up straight, "I'll have to give you this one. If it were merely a tent that assembled itself, I would have bought it from you in a heartbeat. But this... I can understand why you won't sell it." with another sigh he returned to the pile of sticks and canvas. Casting a final longing look at Kal's tent, he bent down and began assembling his quarters for the night.

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"So, the second-in-command is dead?" Reez asked Ria, incredulous.

The sprite nodded, "From the sounds of it, they only did this a few times a year to bolster their purses. From their conversation, someone higher up was beginning to ask questions about why these bandit raids only happened while the Captain was out on patrol. When his Lieutenant flipped out because his brother, the guy with the short swords, was dead, the captain came up behind him and lopped off his head. As he was crying over his brother's body! After that, he gathered the other three close to get their stories straight and pin everything on the Lieutenant. That's when I started flying back."

"Wow, over his brother's body? That's cold," said Reez. "Are you okay, Kal?" he asked, looking at the mage.

"I'll be fine," he said with a frown, "I'm still new to taking the lives of others. It still doesn't sit well with me but considering what they were going to do to us..." the mage shrugged.

"Interesting as this story has been, I believe it's time to retire," said Tetas. "Do you mind taking one of the watches?"

Kal smiled, "I have a better idea. I have a spell that will wake us up if there are intruders, that way we can all sleep."

The winemaker thought for a moment before nodding. "I probably shouldn't trust you this much but with a tent like that I'm sure you have enough money to not bother stealing a few barrels of brandy."

"I like brandy but I prefer ale or wine, so I think your barrels are safe. Ria, I need a small pouch of salt and the small bell."

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"Are you still having trouble with killing those men?" asked Ria.

Kal didn't answer right away as he bent over the table in the library holding both hands out in front of him. Between them floated liquid ink in an intricate, circular design. The mage was in the process of copying the shield rune into the leather that would eventually be cut, punched, and laced to become his new vambraces.

Touching the ink to the hide, he took a moment to lift off any excess and stream it back into the inkwell sitting nearby. Kal then cast a spell that set the rune into the leather, changing it from a mark on the surface into a tattoo.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the sprite sitting on the edge of the table. "Yes? No? I'm not sure. It was easy right after the fight and my blood was still pumping. When you told me the man with the short swords was dead and that it was another man's brother... It made me wonder how I would feel if I were that soldier and what it would be like to find my own brother dead on the ground, bandit or not."

"Fair enough. But for all of the lieutenant's sadness, both he and his brother accepted this risk."

"I don't need justification, Ria. In the same situation, I would do it all over again without changing a thing. I just wish it weren't necessary."

"Okay then, I'll shut up."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you."

Ria shook her head. "Not good enough," she said with a mischievious grin. "You'll have to make it up to me when you are done with your new arm guards."

Kal raised an eyebrow, "Should I be worried?"

"Not this time. Now finish those while I think of a good punishment."

The mage rolled his eyes and bent back over the piece of leather as ink rose from the inkwell and began forming the next rune.

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"This is different," said Kal, looking up at the sprite hovering above him as he laid back in his bed. The slime girl back in Prentas's tower gave him some bottles filled with her slime to use as a personal lubricant during his trip. The substance was extremely slippery and always felt warm to the touch, properties that were much appreciated during his visit home. Ria had him retrieve one of the flasks and he was now laying in his bed with a dollop of Cyrene's slime in his hand.

"I haven't gotten to see you fuck anyone since you left the farmhouse," the sprite pouted. "So, for getting snippy with me earlier you are stuck taking care of yourself and you are going to let me watch." Kal opened his mouth to speak but Ria interrupted him, "Aaaaand... I want you to tell me what you are thinking of as you do it."

"I suppose that's fair," he said with a smirk. "Anytime in particular you want to hear about?"

"Hmm... what about what's her name... the mushroom girl?"

"Sita?" he asked. Kal had a chance run-in with a mushroom girl trapped in an underground cave while traveling with Gerda. After dropping him off, the golem collected the woman on her return home at his request. He attempted to name her during one of his visits but with her extremely limited language skills, she thought he was telling her his name. Eventually, he and Gerda, who was continuing to care for her and teach her about the world above ground, decided to let her choose her own name once she could understand them better. During his last visit, he learned she had picked the name, "Sita."

"No, nevermind. I want to hear about something special, like your first time with Veir. That was what you were thinking about this morning wasn't it?"

Kal chuckled, "You mean my first flying fuck?"

"Yesss. No! Wait! What about your first time with Perra?!"

The mage looked confused, "I'm certain I've told you about that before."

"Not this latest 'first,'" said the sprite. Spinning around, she reached back and pulled one asscheek to the side then tapped a finger on her rear entrance.

"Oh. That first time," smiling, Kal took his cock in hand and smeared Cyrene's lube all over his prick before starting to slowly stroke himself. Ria landed on his stomach and took up a similar position as the mage, her wings vanishing as she laid back and reached down between her legs. Kal waited until the sprite was situated before speaking. "Perra asked Kuto to take Talin to the bunkhouse after feeding him that night, just before she and I sat down for a late supper...

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Kal sat back in his chair, "That... was amazing."

"I'm glad you liked it," said Perra, "I've been working hard with the town council to get more trade coming through Telsin. Master Jurien's only complaint is that he feels like he has more people coming to his apothecary for herbs and spices than for medicine."

"You've done an amazing job. Telsin is half again its size when I left, it was strange seeing all of the new faces."

"Even Deenah? Though I don't think you were looking at her face much."

"Come on, now. It's hard to not look when her chest is that big. Anyway, yours are only a touch smaller right now." He said with a lecherous glance at Perra's cleavage.

The farmgirl stood with a laugh and collected their plates, setting them in the washbasin for later. "I'm not quite that big. I'd enjoy that look a lot more if I knew you could touch them without getting milk everywhere." Walking around the table, she made a swirling motion with a downward pointing finger. Kal pushed his chair back and turned to face her. Perra then hiked up the skirt of her plain brown work dress and sat on his lap facing him. "Thankfully I have plenty of other places I like to be touched."

"Happy to oblige," he said as he reached up and began untying the laces across the top of her dress.

She ground her sex into the growing bulge in his trousers, "Not quite what I meant."

"I know," With the laces loosened, he tugged the top of the dress apart and slid it off her shoulders to find a silky shift beneath.

"My dress rubs my nipples and makes them sore without it," she said apologetically.

Kal tugged her dress down around her stomach, the bunched up material trapping her arms in place. Taking a firm grip with both hands on the collar of her shift, he ripped it down the middle with a quick tug.

"Kal?!" shrieked Perra as her breasts spilled out of the torn fabric. Her amethyst and moonstone pendant stuck to her skin as if glued there.

"Hush," he said, lifting one of the soft mounds and bringing the nipple to his mouth.

"That was expensive," she complained, half moaning as his tongue began tracing circles around the stiffening nub.

Kal let the nipple slip from his mouth and straightened up while looking unimpressed with the girl in his lap. Reaching down to where the collar of her dress was tucked beneath her breasts, his strength rune glowed as he grabbed the brown material and ripped it apart, the laces he carefully untied earlier snapping in rapid succession. Moving down the tear, he continued pulling the dress apart, his eyes never leaving Perra's. Once her work dress was hanging loosely to each side from the split down the middle he did the same with her shift. With a gentle tug, the remains of her clothing fell off her arms and onto the floor behind her.

Perra's breath came in short panting gasps, her face flushed with excitement as she sat naked on his lap. Putting a hand on either side of his face, she pulled him into a smoldering kiss, her tongue spearing into his mouth as she rubbed her pussy against the front of his pants. When she finally pulled back her voice was nearly a growl, "I'll be pissed off at you over my dress later. Take me to bed, now."

Putting his hands on her bottom, he stood up, Perra's arms and legs wrapping around him. "Why wait until the bedroom?" he asked with a grin as he turned to sit her on the table.

"Not for what I have in mind," she replied, a blush of embarrassment tinting her cheeks even darker. "There are things in the bedroom we will need tonight."

"I'm guessing this has to do with why you've been keeping me out of your head?" he asked as he carried her toward their bedroom.

She blushed again and hugged him close so he couldn't see her face, "Being bonded to you makes it hard to keep secrets, even good ones."

He adjusted his grip on her to open the bedroom door, "Don't worry, I didn't pry. I still have no idea what you have planned." Pushing the door shut with his heel, he laid Perra on the bed. She immediately scooted toward him and slid off the edge, dropping to her knees and going to work at his belt as he pulled off his shirt. He resisted the urge to tease her about the two small wet spots where her breasts had been pressed against him.

"Eager tonight?" he asked, looking down as she finished with the belt.

Making short work of the clasp on his trousers, she tugged them down to his ankles, freeing his prick. Looking up at him, she smiled, "The first time I did this I never thought I would miss it so much. But since you left, I've actually had times where all I wanted to do was taste you and feel you in my mouth." Leaning forward, she kissed the tip and swirled her tongue around the head before slowly sliding her lips over Kal's cock. Moaning softly with each breath, she kept taking more of his shaft until he bumped the back of her throat.

Kal was entranced as he watched her make love to his prick with her mouth. Monster girls were amazing, no doubt, but they were created to love the feel of a human male inside them, whether it was in their pussy, mouth, or ass. There was something special about how Perra had the same gusto but of her own choice and desire, not because she was made that way.

"I'm not sure about all of that," came Bea's thoughts over the bond. "While you've been gone, I've started to realize that she is nearly as bad as the rest of us."

"I'll second that," piped in Kuto with a mental laugh.

"Ow!" cried Kal, sucking in a breath as Perra lightly bit his cock. Looking down, his eyes met Perra's as she glared up at him, her teeth resting on his shaft in silent warning that she was not going to be ignored.

"Leave him alone, ladies," Aradelle sent to the rest of them with an image of her giggling. "He hasn't been to see me yet and I'd appreciate it if that part was still attached."

Seeing that his attention was fully on her, the feel of Perra's teeth vanished as she began slowly bobbing on his prick once again. A short time later, she slowly withdrew, leaving a final kiss on the tip before laying back on the bed. Spreading her legs, she crooked a finger at him and said, "I know you are usually good for two a night. I want it hard and fast so we can take our time with the next part."

Leaning over, Kal put his face near her sex and breathed in her scent, making Perra giggle. Putting his tongue at the bottom of her entrance, he flattened out his tongue and slowly licked upward. Perra's loud moan was punctuated by a gasp of pleasure as he reached her clit and began circling it with the tip of his tongue. After only a couple of seconds, she reached down and pushed his head away.

"Do that later, I need you inside me," she said in a pleading tone.

Kneeling between her legs, he smiled down at her, "Now you have me really curious what this 'next part' is." There was no need for additional lubrication as he gathered up some of her wetness with the head of his cock and coated the lips of her sex before pushing inside.

Perra's breath caught in her throat as he slid into her. Her stone toys and Kuto's tongue and fingers were wonderful, but nothing filled her quite as perfectly as Kal. Not for the first time, she thanked Ikuno for casting the spell that made his cock the perfect fit for any woman.

Leaning over, Kal slid his arms under her back and grabbed her shoulders from beneath. Perra looked up at him in confusion, this was new.

"You said hard and fast," he pulled nearly all the way out before plunging back into her depths. "Tell me if this is too much." Instead of rocking forward and letting the bed absorb some of the motion of Kal's thrusts, the hands on her shoulders kept her firmly in place. Within a few strokes, he was driving his cock into her with enough force that part of Perra's mind worried that they might end up with bruises. The rest of her mind was too caught up in the pleasure coming from her pussy to care. The little bit of pain as their hips came together was only driving her toward climax faster

Perra felt like she'd died and gone to heaven as her first orgasm lanced through her. Arms and legs wrapped around Kal as she lifted her head and bit his shoulder. Bright red welts appeared on his back from where her fingernails dug into his skin and a muffled wail filled the bedroom as she screamed into his shoulder.

Kal slowed down as Perra rode out her climax but didn't stop sliding in and out of her clenching sex, trying to prolong her orgasm. Even at this slower pace, he didn't think he would be able to last much longer. He hadn't held back at all and the short, hard pounding already had him on the edge of release.

As he felt her relax, he started speeding up again. Kal didn't make it back to his previous speed before driving into her and painting the entrance of her womb with his seed.

"That's it Kal," Perra whispered in his ear as he slammed into her over and over. "Give it all to me. Just think, someday in the future you are going to put another baby inside me."

"Fuckkkk," Kal grunted through gritted teeth as the last few spurts shot out the end of his cock. Taking a few gasping breaths, he blinked rapidly for a moment as the intensity of his release started to wane.

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Back in the tent, Ria sensed that Kal was close and floated off his stomach. Summoning the specks of light from her bag, she grew to her larger form and flipped forward, her wings materializing as she spun, so her face was right over Kal's cock. Shoving his hand out of the way, her mouth covered the head of his prick as the sprite furiously rubbed her clit through her orgasm. Between the memory of his time with Perra and the feel of Ria's lips, there was no chance of him holding out long enough for the second part of the story. Moments later, Kal began emptying the contents of his balls onto Ria's tongue. The sprite's fingers slowed to a gentle rub as she gulped down his seed, humming happily.

Catching his breath, Kal let his head relax into his pillow. "Sorry Ria, I think you are going to have to wait to hear the rest of what happened," he said.

His prick slipped out of her mouth with a pop. "Aww, and I bet that's the best part too," she pouted. A moment later her body brightened and dimmed repeatedly, each time the feel of Kal's essence inside her shrank until it vanished altogether with the last pulse. They still had no idea what it meant or why it happened. "It's okay," she assured him, "I know you want to be up and in the city early tomorrow. More importantly, it means you owe me another one of these storytimes so you can tell me the rest."

Kal groaned and rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile on his face.

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Tetas was already puttering about their tiny campsite when Kal emerged from his tent the next morning. From the sounds of snoring from the winemaker's tent, his son wasn't as much of an early riser.

The older man looked Kal up and down. "Good choice," he said with a nod of approval at Kal's new look. The mage traded out his normal attire for a more muted ensemble of a tan shirt, leather vest, and brown slacks with a green traveler's cloak hanging from his shoulders. Only a couple of pouches hung from his belt next to Ria's bag, the contents of the rest moved into pockets sewn into the vest. "Your clothes from yesterday would make you an easy target until you learn your way around the city."

Kal spoke the command to break down his tent before replying. "I'm hoping to be gone before needing to learn more than the bare minimum about Fazal."

"Probably a good choice if you don't plan on living there."

"I doubt I ever could. Slavery doesn't sit well with me."

The winemaker shrugged, "It serves its purpose, and we owners aren't all bad."

Kal paused as he bent over to pick up the square of canvas once it was done folding in on itself. "I didn't see you as a slave owner," he said, his dismay coming through in his tone. Snatching the tent off the ground he dropped it into Ria's bag.

"I never planned on it but my wines fetch a high price, and more than once someone has offered a slave as a means of payment. Most times I managed to sell them before I left town but then I took Janna as payment the day before I planned on leaving. I knew it was a mistake. I could have sold her, but to do it quickly I had to take a hefty loss. Instead, I took her home and put her to work in the vineyard. She did a fantastic job too, though it was a little odd seeing her pulling up a weed now and then and eating it. The next time it happened... I think I convinced myself Janna was lonely, so I don't believe I looked very hard for a seller. Now I have four of them out in the barn."