Ogg was born on a farm in the Great Southern Valley of the Land of Fu. He lived in a simple farm house, with his parents, two brothers and three sisters. They grew grain and vegetables, and owned two Blue Yaks.
It was Ogg's task to care for the Yaks, and he held a great bond with them. The blue of the Yaks was a gentle shade of blue. It looked grey on a cloudy day, but distinctly blue in the full bright sunlight.
One day in early springtime, when Ogg reached 17 years of age, his parents told him he must take his favorite Blue Yak and venture to the Great Capitol of the Land of Fu, to earn his fortune. They told him that there, in the outside world, he may also find a wife - a foreign wife would be most auspicious. In the cities of the Great Southern Valley, there is no great wealth or knowledge. Ogg would need to take the Eastern Road to the dangerous Great Mountains, and follow them north. He provisioned, and set out.
For many days he traveled, riding on the back of his Yak, his bags of provisions in his saddlebags. The dry valley gave way to foothills, then slopes, then the rough road entered sparse forest. For the first several days, he did not see another soul. Only birds, and his own trusty Yak, kept him company. On the fourth day, a man rode by Ogg quickly on a horse without paying him any attention, an official-looking man, perhaps delivering a message from the Emperor.
On the fifth day, Ogg saw a sign on a tree, intricately woven from slats of wood, bent into characters. Although he could not read, he followed the trail off the main road. Small bridges led across cold mountain creeks, until he came upon the outskirts of a village. Light-skinned men and women, in cloth of white, regarded him with caution as he rode his Yak into a clearing. Ogg smiled at them and did his best to look non-threatening.
After some time, a young woman, no older than Ogg, came out of one of the houses. She was beautiful, tall, with long dark flowing hair, a willowy frame and a thin white dress that fit her body closely. She walked to him, the expression on her face of fascination and a little fear.
"My name is Aalia." she said. "Will you take me, or are you here to trade?"
Her voice was lilting, her language familiar to Ogg but so strangely pronounced it took him a minute to understand her words, but even then he was no closer to her meaning.
"My name is Ogg." he said. "I travel north to the Capitol. I am looking for food. If you can feed me, I am strong and I can work for you."
The girl relaxed. "Yes, you may join my family for our meal. Walk with me, and I will show you our village."
Ogg tied his Yak's harness to a tree, then he joined her. As they walked, she learned from him about his home in the great valley, and she told him about her village.
"We are people of craft. From the forest, the trees and flowers, we can make many things. The many fruits of the forest gives us our food. We make things of wood and paper, even the soft weave of our cloth comes from the trees."
"I have never seen anything like it." said Ogg, finding himself staring at how her dress fit to her body, suddenly ashamed of his rough, simple tunic made of hide. "And what did you mean, when you said earlier, about taking you, or trading?"
"We trade our crafts to others who visit our village, for the things we cannot make ourselves. And..." She appeared to blush slightly. "We have a tradition in our villages, some outsiders know it well. Not many children are born to us. Our numbers are not great, and so we encourage outsiders to visit and... help us to conceive children. So I thought perhaps you had come for that reason."
"Oh." said Ogg bluntly, not quite grasping her meaning.
"Here, let me show you to my uncle, he can find a job for you with the felled trees." she said, quickly changing the subject.
Later that day, Ogg joined Aalia in her home, meeting her mother and sister, who regarded him with quiet interest. Aalia did most of the talking, explaining about their food and their customs.
After the meal, with the sun starting to dip behind the trees, Aalia led him, alone, up a trail to a small gulch along a stream, carrying with her a lantern and soft robes. There was a small waterfall, alongside a hut.
"Here," she said, leading him by the hand to the stream's edge. "I must bathe you."
Ogg allowed her to remove his tunic and rough trousers. Raised in close quarters with his family, he was not shy of his body, but he did feel nervous as her eyes appraised his sweaty, naked form. Then to his delight she slipped out of her white dress, standing naked and radiantly beautiful in front of him. She grabbed a cloth and a pinch of soap from a bowl, then he followed her into the stream, directly under the waterfall. There she bathed him, her hands running over his body. The cold water was a shock, but he barely noticed it. When his hands brushed against her body, she encouraged him, and though it seemed like she was already clean, he washed her in the same manner, delighting in the feel of her soft skin under his rough hands.
"You are indeed a barbarian, as my mother warned." she said, smiling as her hand moved down his firm belly, between his legs, grasping his root in her hand. "But you are so strong and beautiful to me. Have you not been with a girl?"
"I have courted girls in my valley." he said, his root swelling inside the grip of her soft hand. "But in my land, we do not lay together until marriage."
"I have heard that is the custom in foreign lands." she said. "But it is strange to me. Here in our village, offspring are greatly valued. You cannot marry a woman unless you have first proven yourself, by getting her with child. We must all practice, with many others, from when we are first able to conceive."
"So you have been with men?"
"Yes" she answered matter-of-factly.
"How many years are you?"
"I am 16 years, but indeed, although I have been with many men and boys in my village, none have gotten me with child." She smiled then looked a little sad. "Some outsiders come to our village and lay with us, without any kindness, just to use our bodies. And we welcome that too, for we cannot be choosy. That's what I thought you might be here for, today when you rode up to my house. But I see that you are kind, and shy." She smiled at him. "You have the body of a man, but the face of a boy. I will need to show you what to do."
With the light through the trees starting to dim, Aalia led him out of the stream and into the hut, with open walls. There was a small simple bed, and she lay him upon it. Her lips met his for a kiss, his root throbbing firm in her hand. Ogg was amazed and delighted, but even more so when she lay with him, and lowered her flower down upon him, taking his root deep inside her.
The first time was very quick, his frantic thrusts causing her to smile and gasp, until his seed spilled inside her. Getting up from his body, she lit the lantern and returned to him. Now she lay out, and invited him to be on top of her, between her legs. He paused for a minute to run his hands over her body, fascinated by its beauty, the delightful curves of her pale bosom, the small pebbles, then running down her body to feel the wetness of her flower.
There was a scent in the air. Ogg brought his fingers to his mouth, smelling and tasting her wetness, her nectar. It was the scent of almonds, gentle and slightly sweet.
"You taste nice." he told her.
She smiled and pulled him down on her. He was firm again and slid strongly inside her. This time, their coupling lasted far longer, their mouths finding each other, her arms around his body. When his seed spilled, she clutched at him as she had been trained, holding his large muscular body tightly to hers, pinning his root inside her, trying to ensure his seed had the best chance of getting her with child.
They donned the robes she had brought, and she led them by the light of the lantern back to her home. "Sleep with me in my bed." she said, and he was delighted to comply. The bed was not quite large enough for his frame, so he slept curled around her soft body, which suited him just fine.
Ogg had intended to continue on his way north the next morning, but instead he found himself joining in the work with the villagers again. He took a break in mid-morning to care for his Yak, finding a grassy area to let it graze, and a bucket of water. On the mid-day break, he returned to Aalia's house, and her mother cooked a meal for him, smiling broadly at him. She was youthful and attractive. Ogg reckoned she must have been young when she had Aalia.
"So you have lain with my daughter." she said, as he finished eating.
"Yes." he said, not sure how he should respond.
"Thank you. I hope you will do it many times, and get her with child. It would honor my family and raise our status in this village."
"Er..." Ogg's simple mind boggled at the cultural gap. "I will?"
"Good! Now finish eating, I hear you are a strong worker, and we need that too."
That evening, after the meal, Aalia took him to bathe again, but this time they returned directly to her house. Her mother and sister were still awake, smiling as they watched Aalia lead her muscular, Barbarian friend to her room.
"Do you want me?" she said, taking Ogg in her arms. Her pebbles were hard through her thin robe, rubbing against his chest, and his firm root pressed against her belly.
"I want you very much, but there is not much privacy in his house."
"Don't be silly. There are no secrets here. Because of the need, our village has a very open attitude. You could take me right there, in the main room in front of my family, and they would not mind. In fact they would probably welcome it."
He grinned and surrendered, as they slipped out of their robes and fell together into her bed, their bodies rushing together. They coupled madly, urgently, until he had spilled his seed twice inside her. So great was their desire, that his root was still firm, and Aalia showed him another way, where she bent forward and he pressed into her flower from behind. In this position, the whole bed shook with his thrusts. Part of Ogg's mind wandered, wondering what Aalia's family must think of the obvious sounds of coupling echoing through the house, his grunts and Aalia gasps and moans of pleasure. He could not ponder it much, as his focus was drawn back again and again to the velvet feeling of Aalia's flower around him, deep inside, the feeling of her soft hips in his hands.
When he was finally spent for the third time, they fell asleep together in a loose embrace.
Thus for a week, it went so, with Ogg living with them and laying with Aalia whenever the mood struck them. They coupled not only at night, but also often in the morning, and even on the mid-day break. In the flow of life, he also learned more and more about the village and family. Aalia, he learned, was the offspring of a man in the village, who had later died when she was still young. Aalia's younger sister, Aamina, had a very different origin.
"My mother was gathering fruit in the forest above the village one afternoon." said Aalia, as they lay together in her room at night. "Suddenly she heard noises, and whole troupe of men came down the road. It was a crew of workers, including some soldiers and a Duke to oversee them, sent by the Emperor to work on the Mountain Road. The Road is little-traveled except by messengers and traders, and not even many of those. Anyhow, she saw them, many men. She was scared, but she approached them. Some regarded her cautiously, but others had heard of our village and its customs. One of the bolder men advanced on her, knowing she would not resist, bent her against a tree and lifted her dress, taking her roughly as the other men watched. My mother was scared, but also excited, and happy when the man spilled his seed inside her and pulled away. Then another man took his place. Several men had spilled inside her by the time the Duke approached them. He made them stop, then asked her if she had been violated, or submitted willingly. She admitted to him she was willing. He laughed, and their whole troupe stopped, and set up an encampment by the road. For the next few hours, they used her body again and again, twenty men in all. They took her in every position. There was so much seed, they even wasted it."
"Wasted?" asked Ogg.
"Wasted, spilling it in her mouth, on her body, and even in her back passage. She was covered in their seed, submitting again and again, sometimes taking some of her own pleasure, other times just patiently waiting for them to take their own, sometimes taking two men at once. It was the Duke that first took her back passage. Finally as night fell and they went to sleep, she snuck away back to our village. Nine months later, my sister was born. So you see, she might even be the daughter of a nobleman."
Ogg's root was throbbing, painfully hard, and Aalia noticed.
"Oh, did my story excite you?" She laughed. "I imagine you'd like to do that with me, wasting seed in my body, in those perverted ways."
"I might." he admitted sheepishly.
"Well, I might let you someday, if you first got me with child, and married me." They wrestled together on the bed, their bodies merging, her soft flower enveloping his hardness, working him expertly. He lasted just long enough for her to take her own pleasure, before he spilled inside her and they slept.
The next day, Ogg did not see Aalia all day. Finally, as dusk approached, she came home for the evening meal. Aalia had consulted a village elder, who had confirmed what she suspected: she was with child. Her mother and sister leapt with joy and hugged her. Ogg joined in celebration, but also felt uncertain.
"What does this mean?"
"It means you've made us very happy!" explained Aalia's mother. "And all the women in the village will be after you now. You've proven that you can get one of our kind with child, and that is a rare gift indeed."
They ate a large, full meal together, then feel asleep contented.
Aalia took Ogg aside the next morning, saying it was a special day, that he should not go to work with the men. Her sister Aamina also stayed home, although their mother left to go work at her crafts.
"Come with us!" said Aalia, taking his hand, and some robes. "Come to the waterfall."
The three of them walked up the trail to the secluded gulch, the cold stream flowing by the small hut. Aalia led, Aamina followed close behind.
"Let both of us wash you." said Aalia, heading towards the water. Ogg nodded, taking off his clothes, watching with interest as Aamina slipped out of hers. He knew she was younger than her sister, having just 13 years, and he knew she had not yet lain with any man. His excitement grew when he began to suspect what was in store. Their hands moved on his body, Aalia's confident touch, and Aamina's hands trembling at first, then slowly growing more comfortable. The cold water splashed on the bodies of both sisters as well, making their pebbles hard. It was Aalia that first placed her soapy hand upon his root, already very firm, then Aamina's hand joined hers. They washed all around, and underneath, where his delicate orbs hung. Aalia moved behind him, hugging from behind him, and Ogg found Aamina in front of him, her eyes looking up into his, as her small hand moved gently on his root.
"You should kiss her." said Aalia softly in his ear.
Ogg nodded, realizing that Aamina was holding up her lips to be kissed. Under the water, he kissed the younger girl gently, and then more firmly. Automatically, his hands moved on her body, feeling her soft, smaller mounds, the soft skin of her belly, the gentle curve of her young hips and buttocks. His root grew painfully hard as he felt Aamina's young body press against his, while her older sister's body pressed against his back. The kiss lasted for a long time, growing in intensity, until Aalia pulled away.
"Rinse yourselves, and come with me." she said, leading the way out of the water to the hut. With soft towels they dried themselves, the morning sun beaming through the open walls of the hut, warming their naked bodies. Aalia took her sister's hand and lay her upon the bed, sitting by her side. "Come it sit with us. It is time."
Ogg moved beside them, his hands caressing Aamina's body. Aalia caressed her as well, leaning in to kiss her sister. Ogg waited then took his turn to kiss. When he raised his head, to his surprise, he found Aalia moving her fingers upon her sister's flower, seeking her button, as she often did to herself.
"We believe that if a woman's pleasure is near, she is more likely to conceive." said Aalia by way of explanation. "Her nectar should be flowing. Here, you can try it as well."
Ogg's fingers mingled with hers, in the delicate petals of Aamina's flower and button, her wetness growing, as they took turns to kiss. Before long, Aamina was gasping her readiness, her young hand moving upon Ogg's root eagerly.
Moving his large body over hers, Ogg entered slowly. Aamina gasped, and then slowly relaxed. He thrust very gently, watching closely for her reaction. His root felt astonishing, tightly squeezed in the inner sanctum of her young flower.
"Stop for a minute." instructed Aalia. Ogg stopped, his root deep inside. He felt Aalia's hand slip between their bodies, seeking her sister's button. He kissed Aamina as she gasped out, taking her pleasure. Only then did Aalia allow him to continue, moving in the delicate tightness until his seed came forth. Aamina, feeling him let loose within her, shrieked with happiness, her small legs wrapped around his hips, holding him deep inside, making sure she got every bit of his seed.
After several minutes of mutual kissing through the glow, the three of them dress in robes and returned to the house.
Their work forgotten for the day, he took both sisters again that morning. First Aalia on her bed, as Aamina watched them couple in more positions, becoming educated on the many ways mature lovers can mingle their bodies. She stood so close watching, that Ogg could not resist pulling her close for a kiss, as he thrust into her older sister. Aalia reached her own pleasure, collapsing on the bed. They left her there, going off to Aamina's room, where Ogg took the younger girl for the second time, on her own bed, in which he had never lain before. Her body seemed so small under his, but her flower was quickly learning to accommodate his urgent motions.
After some minutes, Aalia came into the room, and sat beside them, watching as they coupled so urgently.
"You touched her flower before." said Ogg, pausing to catch his breath. "Is that something girls do in your village, touch each other in that way?"
"No, it's just me." replied Aalia, with a shrug. "My mother and sister don't mind if I do it for them, but they don't return the favor. They don't feel the same way about other women's bodies as I do, they do not desire the taste of nectar. I guess I'm different."
Ogg's root throbbed, and Aamina moaned as she felt it pulsing.
"Does that excite you?" said Aalia with a smile. "For me to excite another girl's body, with my own touch?"
Ogg just nodded, grunting in the affirmative.
"Mmmm." moaned Aalia. "I wish to excite you, don't hold back, spill your seed in her. If you get her with child, she will be so happy, our family exalted in our village." She took her sister's mounds under her hands, teasing the small pebbles with her fingertips, bending down to kiss her sister's small mouth passionately. Looking up at Ogg to see his reaction, she moved her mouth down to suck each of her sister's small pebbles. They both gasped, Aamina in surprise, and Ogg in pure excitement as his root pulsed, again and again, flooding Aamina's small flower with his child-bearing seed. Aalia laughed, softly, at how this simple act excited him so.
They stopped and rested, getting up and finding some food, sitting at the table in their simple robes, glowing. When Ogg regained his strength, Aalia led them all into their mother's room, where the bed was big enough to accommodate all three of them more comfortably. He took one sister, then the other, back and forth, as they squealed with happiness and urged him on. When he took a break to sit back, to his amazement, Aalia gave him a wicked grin and lay upon her sister, kissing her way downwards, whereupon she kissed her sister's soft petals, and took the button in her mouth to suck it. When Ogg saw Aamina come to her own pleasure from her sister's touch, he could no longer stand to just watch. Roughly, he pulled the girl of 13 years onto her hands and knees, taking her from behind, his urgency heavy upon him. Aalia knelt by his side smiling, kissing him, her hand finding its way to his delicate orbs, holding them in her hand, as he spilled his seed for the third and last time that day.
Soon thereafter, Aalia announced proudly that she was with child. There was a commotion in the village, admiration and gratitude to their handsome Barbarian guest.
Ogg lived with them for another month. He knew he should depart, but he could not bring himself to leave the comforts of this village. In Aalia's house, he had two beautiful willing partners for coupling, and then a third when Aalia's mother enticed him into her bedroom. After that day, there was no pretense of privacy in the house. All three of them flirted shamelessly with him, with a revealing flip of clothing, or a seductive look. He might take one of them from behind, as she leaned right over the breakfast table, with the others watching and encouraging. Aalia often got him started, but never allowed him to spill his seed in her womb, which would be a waste as she was already with child. Instead she made him pull out and find a more appropriate place for his seed when the urgency came, meaning inside her mother or sister, regardless of what they happened to be doing.
A few other women came by the house as well, and took their turn receiving Ogg's seed, some young like Aalia, others having more than 30 years, like her mother. Some wished to be alone with him, others allowed Aalia to lay beside them and encourage Ogg to let go his seed. Ogg's knowledge of the bodies of women increased, the different shapes and forms, thin or heavy, small or large mounds and buttocks, the angles and styles of coupling that brought pleasure in different ways.
At night, when Ogg was tired from his day of work, and already spent from one round of coupling, Aalia would often tease and excite him by using her fingers and mouth upon the pebbles and flower of her sister and mother. It never failed to harden his root, to watch Aalia enjoying their nectar in this way, her pretty face between their smooth thighs, preparing him to go another round. Kissing Aalia afterwards, he realized the scent of gently sweet almonds was found in her family as well, for he tasted it on her lips.
The day came when the younger daughter, Aamina, was declared to be with child as well. After much rejoicing, that night, Aalia and Ogg lay together in bed.
"You have the right to marry both of us, now." said Aalia.
"You know I cannot. I must continue north, I must earn my fortune."
"Yes. I know." Her voice was full of sadness. "I know you will never find that in this village. Only an outlet, for your young man's drive for pleasure."
"You are more than an outlet." he said seriously. "I do not want to leave this village, for you. Your mother and sister, I like them, but it is you that I love."
She smiled. "It is you that I love, too. But what if you leave and never come back, what if you find another and forget me?"
"I will never forget you. If I marry another, I must return and marry you, as well."
"If you promise to do that, then I will let you go. I wish you could take me with you."
"You know I cannot. You are with child, the perils of the road are no place for you. You need to remain here, in your village."
"I know." She sighed.
The next day, he provisioned and loaded up his Blue Yak. The Yak was surprised, having been left alone for so long, but quickly warmed again to Ogg's command. In their tearful goodbye, Aalia and her family warned him of what they had heard of the perils that lay ahead, on the road through the Great Mountains. They gave him many exquisite items crafted of woven wood, lightweight things like baskets which his Yak could carry easily, and he could sell or trade for food on his travels.
"Beware the Wild Boars, the Lurkers, and the Lightning Flood." said Aalia. "We know little of them, other than they are dangerous."
After one last tearful kiss and embrace with the sisters, patting each belly containing a future child of his own loins, he mounted his Yak and set out.
For three days he traveled, riding on the back of his trusty Blue Yak, and it seemed as if the way was not so perilous. Weather was good, the forest was thin, and the road in fairly good condition. He tried to focus on the road, and what lay ahead, not to dwell on what he had left behind, his lovely Aalia and the charms of her village. He occasionally saw signs at the edge of the road, which might lead to another village, but he ignored them and pressed, farther North.
On the evening of the third day, he entered a stretch of dark forest. He considered stopping for the day, but he pressed on, wanting to find a clearing before setting up a camp. Suddenly, in front of them on the road, in the twilight, was a Wild Boar. It's dark hair bristled, its white tusks bared menacingly.
The Blue Yak stopped, and then continued slowly. Suddenly, there was another boar, then another. Glancing behind him, Ogg saw boars coming out of the forest, blocking their escape. More and boars appeared, and he was gripped by a cold sweat of fear, as the circle of rugged beasts closed in slowly.
One boar, larger and uglier than the rest, stepped even closer, directly in front of him. Ogg's Yak's assumed a defensive stance, pitching it's head forward, all muscles tense and alert. Ogg briefly wished for a club or spear, then realized such a thing would be useless against so many beasts.
Suddenly, the chief Wild Boar lunged directly at them. The Yak reacted with lightning speed, with one swing of its mighty, muscular head, one long Yak horn caught the Wild Boar in mid air, impaling it and flinging it to the side.
There was a tremendous squealing sound, as all the boars scattered in fear. Ogg clutched his Yak's reins as the Yak ran, putting as much distance as possible behind them, before they finally stopped and camped for the night.
Several days later, Ogg passed from bright sunlight into a dark section of forest. He felt a sense of foreboding, as he had when the Boars had set upon him. But no beasts appeared, and he could see, down the long straight path of the road, a spot of sunlight at the end of the tunnel of trees.
Suddenly, something hard and painful struck him in the leg. Then another struck the neck of his Yak. He gave a cry, as did his Yak. Ogg could see the object on the ground, looking like a ball of clay. More of them came flying, hitting his hand, knocking the reins of his Yak away from him. His Yak began to run, panicking. With quick thinking and great dexterity, Ogg reached behind himself and grabbed one of the large woven baskets - a very difficult thing to do on a running Yak! He held the basket over himself. Clay balls rained down upon him, making his Yak cry out. Many bounced off his basket, making a tremendous sound, some hit his legs painfully, but he did not lose his seating. Finally they reached the edge of the forest, running out into bright sunlight, safe.
Ogg reflected he had not actually seen the Lurkers, nor did he want to. Badly bruised and sore, he found a patch of grass to let his injured Yak graze, and collapsed on the ground, aching all over. He dared not imagine what would have happened if he had come this way without such a powerful Yak to ride, or if Aalia had not given him the protective baskets, or if he had not the farm upbringing which made him a unshakable Yak rider.
Two days later, Ogg was still sore, and his Yak was walking slow, favoring one injured leg. They were making slower progress, but still heading North. The terrain had changed, steeper, with thick brush in place of forest. The road wound back and forth through the hills, crossing a few small streams. Then it opened into a wide valley, with a large, shallow river. It was misty, with thick dark clouds overhead, so Ogg could barely see the other bank of the river when they came to it. The road led directly to the river; they would have to cross somehow. Venturing in carefully, he found it was as shallow as it looked, less than a foot deep. It looked passable. Very slowly, he urged his Yak into the river. They proceeded very slowly, with his Yak carefully placing each step in the water.
A flash of light and great burst of thunder struck them. The skies opened up and rain fell thick and heavy. He urged his Yak onward, faster. Now the rain and mist was so thick, he could no longer see either bank of the river. The water began to surge, faster, deeper. His Yak bellowed, trying to run, but hobbled by its injured leg and the sloshing water. The Lightning Flood grew, stronger, wilder, until Ogg and his Yak were swept away with the river.
The first few minutes were terrifying, as they struggled to keep their heads above water, and to avoid being dashed upon mighty rocks. The river narrowed, running faster, and they went over a couple waterfalls, struggling to swim away from the raging currents. Ogg hit some rocks, getting further bruised. For hours they struggled, trying to swim to the edge of the river to escape, but the current was to strong. Ogg's fear changed from dangerous rocks, to dying from exposure to the cold water. The sun went down, and Ogg resigned himself to clinging to his Yak, letting the current carry them.
In early dawn, Ogg was woken by his Yak, steadily paddling. Looking around, the river had grown so wide and slow, he though it might be a lake. His Yak was treading towards the green banks, but Yaks are not good swimmers. Finally, completely exhausted, they stepped out of the water, and collapsed on the ground. Ogg thought, before passing out, that he had absolutely no idea where he was, and might never find his fortune.
On to Part 2