Winter advanced over the next few weeks, moving from the mountains, across the plains, and gradually reaching the city. Ogg still performed in the park, but the crowds became smaller each day, bundled against the cold. Ogg danced a little as he played, as much to stay warm as to entertain his audience.
Each night, Ogg and Bina coupled happily, each time spilling seed inside her. Quite soon, she declared that she was with child, and they celebrated with a feast, at a restaurant, with several friends.
One day in the park, there were only a few people to watch, and Ogg considered it would be his last day. He would have to find a place inside to perform, or wait for the Spring. He played enthusiastically, despite the cold, and noticed they had an unusual observer, a perfectly black carriage, with a shady figure inside, watching them from the path by their field. He had seen carriages like it, carrying important people, he presumed, but this one was different. There was no horse - it had simply glided up, like one of the golden machines from Bina's land, but there was no obvious way it was driven. As Ogg played, he saw their musician's hat upon the ground move slightly, and then a large silver coin dropped into it, appearing from nowhere.
The song ended, the people in the field, wandered away, and Ogg's musician friends remarked happily on the large silver coin, handing Ogg his share, then they also departed.
Ogg was drawn, by curiosity, over to the dark carriage, which remained there. As he drew near, a woman's voice spoke.
'Come inside.'
He stepped up and through the gauze curtain. It was warm inside, and dark. His eyes squinted, adjusting. There was a woman seated across from him, in a black velvet dress. Her hair, a lustrous shade of red, was done up, and her features were sharp and beautiful. The carriage began to move, smoothly, carrying them away.
'My name is Ogg.' he said to the mysterious woman.
'You may call me Celia.' she replied. 'I very much enjoyed how you play ... your flute.' Her eyes moved over him, as if evaluating his features.
'Thank you.' he said simply. 'That coin you gave us... how did it appear?'
She waved her hand dismissively. 'It is just magic.'
He nodded. 'And this carriage, how does move?'
'Magic again, of a more interesting kind.' She smiled at him. 'I am a sorceress, you understand.'
He nodded. 'I have heard of your kind, in stories.'
'Good stories, I hope.' She laughed. 'Tell me of yourself, what land you are from, how you came to this city.'
Ogg told her briefly of his story, and she listened attentively. Soon, the carriage stopped and she gestured for him to exit. He stepped out, finding himself in front of a great doorway, carved of ornate wood and metal. Celia stepped out behind him, the doors opened by themselves, and she ushered him forth into a large hall.
'Welcome to my home.' she said. 'At least, this is the part which the outside world can see.'
Ogg noticed her body, now that she was standing, the abundant curves of her hips and her chest, the elegant way her black velvet dress moved with her as she strode across the room. The doors closed behind him, and the room felt warm.
'Do you live here alone?' asked Ogg.
'Yes, it is just myself, my family are elsewhere and I have no husband.' she said. 'Come here.'
Ogg found himself responding, almost without meaning to. The logs in the fireplace crackled into flame, by themselves, as he came to her, standing in front of the fire.
'And why have you brought me here?' he asked, feeling nervous.
'To tryst with you, of course.' She smiled, and her teeth were bright, her face luminous. 'You have a wife, so I imagine you are not one of those men who prefer to lay with other men?'
'No, I am not.' answered Ogg.
'Or is it the wife? Perhaps she would be jealous, or you would consider it betrayal, in the cultures from which you are from?'
'No, we have shared our bodies with others.' he admitted.
'Perhaps then, you are a little scared of me?' She beamed that beautiful smile at him again. He looked into her eyes, realizing they were a crystal shade of green.
'A little.' he admitted.
'I am used to getting what I want.' she confided. 'But I do always leave a choice. So you may decide, return to your cold park, and your regular life? Or tryst with me, here, and discover something new.' She moved to him, her delicate hands unbuttoning his coat.
Ogg nodded and surrendered. His coat fell away, then her warm hands were upon his inner clothes, pulling them off, revealing his broad strong chest. She smiled and surprised him by sucking each of his tiny pebbles into her mouth. The room felt warmer, and Ogg bent forward to kiss her. She accepted his lips, returning with her tongue. His hands moved over her dark velvet dress, astonishing in is lush softness. He reached around to discover how it was removed, when the dress suddenly removed itself, falling away from her body. His hands went to her astonishing mounds, as they kept kissing, and her hands undid his trousers. The clips that held her hair snapped away by themselves, and her long red hair fell down around her shoulders.
They tumbled, naked, upon the large soft animal pelt in front of the fire. Ogg fell upon the plush curves of her body, his root already hard, finding its way into her flower, pressing and thrusting with great urgency. She gasped and moaned and welcomed his thrusts. His mouth went from kissing her, down to her mounds, finding her pebbles had grow red and swollen. He sucked one into his mouth as he thrust.
'Bite.' she said simply between gasps.
Surprised, he did as she commanded, biting down upon her pebbles, softly at first, and them increasing in boldness, more firmly. She screamed, and he thought had gone too far, hurting her.
'Again.' she said.
Her flower was doing something around his root, gripping him, as he bit down again. She cried out again, and he moved to the other pebble. Again and again he bit, and she cried out, whether in pain or pleasure or both, he did not know.
With surprising strength, she rolled Ogg around so that she was on top of him, rising and falling upon his root. They coupled this way for a long delicious time, the heat growing between their bodies. She dangled her pebbles into his mouth, and he bit each of them again, causing her to cry out, and suddenly she reached her own pleasure. They rolled over again, and Ogg thrust more strongly.
'Harder'. she said.
'I may spill my seed.' warned Ogg. 'Would that get you with child?'
'There is no danger.' she replied. ' I am a sorceress, I control what happens. Pound me harder and spill inside me, I desire to feel it.'
Ogg let himself go, thrusting with abandon, and when the telltale tremors of his pleasure approached, he did not stop. He was still moving when the wave after wave of seed spilled forth, into her flower. She quivered, and he realized she was taking some of her own pleasure as well.
'Very nice.' she said, as he pulled away, sitting down on the pelt by the fire, breathing hard. 'But I still have need of you. Tell me, have you zhenak before?'
'What is that?'
'You do not have the word in your land? When you place your root in my bottom hole.'
He shook his head. 'I have never. Recently my wife and I lay with a woman, and she offered, but I did not have the courage to do something so perverted.'
Celia's eyebrows went up. 'You and your wife with a woman? I am intrigued, I must meet her. But tell me, have you not even heard of this practice, in your simple land?'
'I have heard of it one other time.' Ogg confided, and he recalled the story he heard from Aalia, in as much detail as he could remember. How Aalia's mother, as a young woman, seeking a child, had gone to the road above the village, allowing the men to take her body, twenty of them, how they had used her for hours, spilling their seed again and again inside her flower, and her mouth, and even her bottom hole.
Celia's face was flushed, she was breathing deeply, and her own fingers were upon her flower. 'That is a most delightful story. You are intriguing, Ogg of the Southern Valley. But right now, I have a clear need, and you must meet it. Zhenak with me, right here, right now.' She moved on her hands and knees, reaching back to spread her buttocks, exposing her bottom hole to him. 'Don't worry. You will enjoy it.'
Ogg found that he was still very hard, and Celia's submissive posture, for such a clearly powerful woman, was most arousing. He moved into place behind her, and tentatively pressed the tip of his root into her tight back entrance.
'Will it not hurt?' he asked.
'With many other women, yes, it could hurt them. But you cannot hurt me much, and even if you do, I will enjoy it.'
He pressed forward. Her insides were slippery, but there was still resistance from the intense tightness. Bit by bit he worked his way in, marveling at the strange sensation. Once he was all the way inside, it was something like coupling with her flower, but tighter and more intense. He grabbed her beautifully curved hips for leverage, and started to really thrust into her. Celia gasped, crying out as if in pain, but he stayed focused and kept moving into her. There were moans of pure pleasure in her sounds. He kept going, keeping his thrusts strong and steady, and in a few minutes he realized she was reaching her own pleasure, once, then again.
'This is most unnatural.' he said, falling forward onto her back, still moving inside her.
'Yes!' she cried.
He reached around her and felt for her pebbles, holding them between his fingers.
'I am going to spill my seed, deep inside your bowels.' he warned.
'Yes!' she cried again. He pinched down hard on her pebbles. She screamed, and reached her pleasure again. A second later, Ogg reached his own. His seed seemed to spill continuously, for a long time, as if time itself was distorting, and she was drawing it out of his body.
Ogg nearly passed out, managing to pull gently out of her and tumble onto the pelt. Celia turned to him, moving slowly as if intoxicated. Lazily, she kissed him.
'You are good.' she said. 'I approve.' Then she smiled a wicked smile, and slid down his body. Ogg looked on with surprise as she took his root into her mouth.
'But...' he gasped. 'That was... that was inside you... dirty.'
'Not that dirty.' she laughed, giving his root another few sucks. 'The things I am accustomed to, would be quite beyond your simple culture. You would call them perverted, but this is only the beginning.' She sat up. 'But if you are worried about cleanliness, you should bathe before returning to your wife. Down that hallway, first door on the left.' He heard the sound of water running. 'The basin will fill itself.'
Ogg walked away naked, to bathe, finding an enormous basin full of perfectly hot water. Climbing out, he found a large fluffy towel. Sitting beside it, his clothes had mysteriously appeared, perfectly clean and folded and sweet-smelling. He dressed, and found Celia sitting, clothed in black velvet again, in a large plush chair by the fireplace.
'The carriage will take you home.' she said. 'Just think about your home, and it will understand your thoughts. And thank you. You will hear from me again.'
Ogg arrived swiftly by carriage, finding Bina already home. Excitedly, he told her every detail of what had happened. Bina listened with amazement.
'She said she wants to meet me?' she asked, sounding excited. 'I look forward to that. How did she taste? You did not taste her nectar, at all?'
Ogg thought back. 'I guess I didn't.'
'That's odd. If I were a powerful sorceress, the first thing I would do with a man is to have him shubhat me. Instead she had you take her bottom hole, that is so strange.' She smiled. 'But now you are probably too drained to couple with me, tonight.'
'I have lips and a tongue.' replied Ogg, moving down to shubhat his wife's flower. She giggled in delight.
Ogg and Bina resumed their regular lives for a few days. Bina went to work, and Ogg visited at the homes of his fellow musicians, carousing with them, practicing together. They discussed places they could play during the winter, which might happen once a week at certain theatres in town.
Then one morning, Ogg found an envelope slipped under their door, made of fine paper. Bina opened it and read the thin, delicate writing. It was an invitation for both of them to appear, in two in the afternoon, at a certain address. It was closed with a long ornate name, enclosed in honorific titles, that even Bina struggled to pronounce, but the first few sounds of the name were clearly 'Celia'.
'I wonder if she could not have simply sent her carriage for us. Or perhaps we should have a hired a regular carriage of our own.' wondered Ogg out loud, as he and Bina trudged in their winter clothes up the road.
'I don't care. I'm just excited to meet her.' said Bina. 'We do not have magic in the land I am from. Ours is a land of technology. I have never seen magic, although I have heard stories.'
With Bina's clear map sense and memory, they had no trouble locating the correct street, which went uphill slightly, the houses growing larger and far apart. Celia's was almost a small castle in its bulk, set with a view over the city. The door opened automatically as they approached. The air was cool inside, and they hung their coats on large hooks in the entrance call. Wandering inside, they found Celia in a velvet dress, dark green this time.
'You must be Bina.' she said, swooping forward and offering her hand.
Bina, unsure of protocol, lifted Celia's hand and kissed it.
'And well cultured, I see.' Celia smiled, and the two women eyed each other warmly. 'I have read much about your Golden Land, and its technological wonders. Allow me to show you some of my home.'
They nodded and followed her, on a sweeping tour, the large hall, multiple plush bedrooms, balconies with views of the city, a large kitchen, dining hall, and rooms with the giant basins, as Ogg had already experienced. Then they entered a smaller room lined with books, clearly a library. Bina's eyes bulged.
'This is more books than I have ever seen in my life.' she said. 'What language are they in?'
Celia recited some names, and Bina nodded in understanding.
'You read some of these dead tongues?' asked Celia with interest, her eyebrows raising.
'Yes. Knowledge is my passion.'
'Then we have something in common.' smiled Celia. 'Besides an appreciation for a certain handsome Barbarian.'
They laughed, and Ogg joined in.
Moving around the house, they came upon a collection of musical instruments, of various types and materials. Ogg did not recognize many of them, but he saw some flutes, of silver and gold metal, of wood and bone, and one that was completely black.
'I cannot play any of the flutes.' admitted Celia. 'Perhaps you would teach me. Would you like to try them? I will show Bina the library.'
Ogg picked one up, an was soon enraptured as the women slipped away. He tried one, then another, finding a plush chair to sit in. He picked up some of the other instruments as well, trying to figure out how they might work. Each flute had a distinct sound. He lost track of time for a while, enjoying himself, then he set down the instruments and went to go find them. Turning a corner, he heard the quiet non-verbal sounds of a woman. He recognized it as his wife's pleasure.
He found his way to the library. There was a large table, with many books set out, many of them open. In the middle of the books, stretch out upon the table, naked from the waist down, was his beautiful golden-skinned wife. Seated at the table, between his wife's legs, was Celia, fully clothed, her face planted on his wife's flower, in an enthusiastic shubhat.
'By my goddess, she is delicious.' said Celia, raising her face and gesturing Ogg over. Her lips shone with nectar. 'You didn't tell me she tastes of a wonderful spice.'
'She gives as well as she receives.' declared Ogg, approaching them.
'I look forward to that.' She extended her tongue and dropped her face back down, and Bina squealed in pleasure.
'We were studying together.' said Bina weakly, 'about our respective lands, about magic and technology. And then she found a book on intimate human relations, and we got a little distracted.'
'I can see that.' said Ogg, his root growing firm in his trousers.
'Let us move this to a bed, to be more comfortable.' said Celia.
They helped Bina off the table, and they padded out of the room and down the hall, into the first bedroom they encountered. As they stepped forward, their clothing fell away, by itself.
'How do you do that?' asked Bina in amazement.
'It cannot be explained.' replied Celia. 'But this is easy to do.' She waved her hand. The blanket on the bed was pulled back, then Bina found herself lifted off the floor, drifting over and settling down on the soft bed.
'Oh, that feels so strange, I am floating!' she declared, as her small, golden naked body settled down. She ran her eyes over Celia's unclothed form. 'You are so beautiful!'
'And so are you.' Celia climbed onto the bed, on her hands and knees, between Bina's legs, and resumed her attentions. Ogg sat next to them, running his fingers down his wife's body, then over Celia's curves. He kissed Bina, then her small pebbles, then kissed his way down her body. He reached under Celia, feeling the heft of her mounds, the large size of her dangling pebbles. His root was rock hard. Moving behind Celia, he found the entrance to her flower with his fingers, and pressed himself into it. They both moaned in pleasure. For a long, slow, delicious time, he ploughed into Celia from behind, while she brought Bina to pleasure once, then again, then a third time. Finally, Ogg pulled out and moved to the top of the bed, dangling his root over his wife's mouth. Her eyes fluttered open, and she opened her mouth eagerly, drawing him inside, sucking strongly.
'Roses, I think.' said Bina when he drew his root back.
'Roses?'
'Her nectar. I'm going to have to taste it directly.'
'A fine idea.' said Celia, moving away and laying back against huge fluffy pillows, spreading her legs. Bina moved between them, and Ogg joined her. Side by side they applied their mouths to Celia's flower. The taste was mild, ever so slightly sweet, but it was distinctly roses. Ogg noticed that the thin, soft hair around Celia flower was the same shade of red as the hair on her head. Realizing that Bina was drawing more dramatic moaning, Ogg scooted away and moved up beside Celia.
'By my goddess, she is good at that.' gasped Celia. They both looked down and watched as Bina worked her mouth upon Celia's flower and button. 'She says that in her land, sisters do it together?'
'I have seen it myself.' said Ogg. 'Bina and her younger sister Beora, having just 13 years.'
'That is incredible, and delightfully perverse.'
'I even pressed my fingers into their bottoms, while she and her sister lay upon each other.'
Celia gasped. Bina looked up, the Celia gasped again.
'She is doing that to me now.' mumbled Celia, beside herself with pleasure. 'More fingers, please. Yes! And Ogg, I want you in my mouth.'
'At this angle?' he said, presenting his root to her face.
'No.' She sat up slightly then tilted her head back over the pillows. 'Push into my mouth from above, right into my throat.'
'Won't that be uncomfortable? How will you breathe?' Ogg moved into position.
'As I told you, you cannot hurt me, I am not an ordinary woman.' She grabbed his root, and brought it to her own mouth. 'Couple with my mouth, as you would with my flower.'
Astonished at her strange request, Ogg thrust forward carefully. His root went into her, then he drew back and began to enjoy himself, back and forth, delighting at the strangeness of coupling with her beautiful mouth. Celia reached out and grabbed his hips impatiently, pulling him to her, farther inside. Ogg was amazed as each thrust went further, until he was truly slipping into her throat. His delicate orbs now brushed against her eyes and nose on each thrust. Her mounds wiggled with each thrust, and her hips were flexing on the bed, as Bina enthusiastically used her mouth and fingers on Celia's button, and bottom hole. Ogg was scared he would choke her, but she made no move to push him away, even after some minutes, when he thrust so deep that he was certain she could not breathe. Curious about her limits, he held himself there. Celia's eyes went wide, and her arms flopped about. Scared he had gone too far, Ogg started to pull back, and then he realized, unmistakably, that the sorceress was reaching her own pleasure. He thrust a few more times and then Ogg, too, reached his pleasure, spilling some of his seed down Celia's throat, the rest in her mouth as he pulled back to finally let her breathe.
They moved around so that they were side by side with Celia, caressing her body, through the aftershocks of her pleasure.
'You are both wonderful.' said Celia when she could finally speak. 'Ogg, your wife told me that you taste good, and she was correct.' She licked her lips, swallowing. 'Next time, not down my throat, but spill your seed where I can taste it all.' She smiled. 'And your wife also told me her favorite position is to couple with you, when her button is sucked upon. Let us do that for her now.'
And so they passed the rest of the evening, in delightful exploration of their fashions of coupling.
After they brought Bina to her pleasure, Ogg coupled strongly with Celia, loosing his seed within her. Bina greatly enjoyed to press her face into Celia's flower, drinking both the nectar and the seed, their combined essence. Ogg passed out. When he came to, he followed sounds down the hallway, finding Celia and Bina in a bath together, kissing and laughing and playing with each other's bodies. He bathed with them, then they dressed for dinner, Celia summoning a previously unseen servant to serve them, explaining that not all things are possible with magic.
After dinner, they went to the instruments and Ogg played some bits on the flutes. As he played, Bina rose and began to dance, slowly and sensually swaying. Celia watched with admiration, then she also stood and swayed to the music. Gradually, she swayed closer to Bina, until her hands went around the smaller woman's hips, and she kissed the back of her neck. They danced together, occasionally kissing, their hips moving together. It was so beautiful to Ogg, that he could hardly focus on playing the melody. Slowly, their clothing fell away, with a wave of Celia's hand, and they were dancing and swaying together, naked and radiant.
'Let us find a bed.' declared Celia as Ogg stopped playing. She led them through the house, picking a bedroom, and moving onto the bed, naked, on her hands and knees. 'Let's see how well you can please me. Kiss my bottom hole.'
Ogg and Bina sat side by side, each kissing Celia on that spot, taking turns.
'With your tongues.' Celia clarified.
Bina was first to plunge her tongue inside, and then Ogg took his turn. There was no taste, so they worked up the courage to plunge in deeper, taking turns. Celia moaned, allowing them to take their time. Bina's fingers went to Celia's flower, playing inside.
'Enough.' declared Celia. 'Have your wife insert your root into my bottom.'
'Yes!' said Bina. 'I have wanted to see this since he told me about it.' Ogg approached on his knees on the bed. Bina smiled and sucked his root deep into her mouth, then turned and plunged her tongue a few more times into Celia's hole, getting both of them wet. Finally she put the tip of his root at the right spot, and held his hips as he pushed his way inside. She watched in fascinating as bit by bit, his root slid inside. Gradually, Ogg held Celia's hips and started to couple in earnest. Celia began to moan and toss about.
'Is she in pain?' asked Bina.
'She says there is more pleasure than pain, or she enjoys the pain, I am not certain.' admitted Ogg.
Bina knelt next to Ogg, kissing him. She took one of his hands, wet the tip in her mouth, then directed it down behind her, to her own bottom hole. Ogg pressed it inside.
'Do you think I could ever learn to take you there?' she asked.
'Perhaps, if you wanted to. But there is no need. I enjoy coupling with you in every other way.'
'I know, but it looks so intense. She is wilder than I am, more perverse.' She smiled. 'When you did this to her before, and you had reached your pleasure and pulled out, what did you say she did next?'
Ogg smiled. 'She took me in her mouth.'
'Yes. I want to do that. Pull out and let me.'
Ogg shook his head. 'You don't have to be perverse if you don't want to.'
'I do want to, the idea excites me.'
Ogg found that Bina was eager to try anything that Celia had done, or anything suggested. She took Ogg's root in her mouth, from Celia's bottom hole. She rode upon Celia's face as they coupled. She pulled, pinched and bit Celia's pebbles. When Ogg finally spilled his seed for the third and final time, she even eagerly plunged her face forward, drinking his seed from Celia's insides.
'Yes!' purred Celia. 'I can feel your tongue, feel you sucking! You are an amazing woman Bina, so close to my tastes.'
They slept all together. In the morning, the house was quiet, Celia was nowhere to be seen. Bina and Ogg found the magic carriage outside the door, and it took them home.
They returned to their regular lives, but they often spoke of Celia, of her magical home, of the outlandish acts they had enjoyed there.
One week later, in the morning, they awoke to a knock upon their door. Ogg got up, pulling a coat around himself in the cold air, and opened the door. There stood Celia, in a dark red velvet dress, looking as elegant and powerful as ever.
'I wanted to see where you live.' she said simply. 'Will you not invite me in?'
'It is a very simple home.' said Ogg sheepishly, surprised at the visit. 'But I am glad to see you.'
'Celia?' said Bina, raising her head out of the covers as the sorceress drifted across the room.
'Bina my sweetness.' Celia looked out of place bending over the sough bed, with its simple blanket, planting kisses on Bina's face. 'I have missed you.' Ogg moved back to the bed, sitting down with them. 'For the past few days, I have thought of both of you, so much. I wrestled with myself, for I am not given to falling for commoners. But I can no longer remain aloof. I want to see more of you, both of you.'
'I would like that as well.' said Bina smiling. 'I have thought so much of you as well.'
They sat and talked together for some time. Ogg went to the fireplace to start a fire, then returned to the bed. Soon, Celia wiggled out of her clothes and into the warmth of their bed, kissing and embracing each of them, her soft curvy body sliding between them. Soon the kisses got more serious, the touch of her fingers wandered, and then Celia vanished below the covers, first devouring Bina's flower, and the Ogg's root. Bina kissed her husband as his pleasure grew closer and closer, until he cried out. Celia crawled up, her face smiling, her cheeks bulging. Turning to Bina, she shared all of Ogg's seed with her, in a deep slow kiss, their tongues playing through the rich liquid.
'Since I am opening myself to you," said Celia, "there is something I will reveal, something I want to share with you. Bina, please reach for my flower, and touch my button. Tell me what you feel."
Bina, puzzled, reached down under the covers.
'Your button is hot in my fingers.' she said. 'It is so large and swollen, you must be greatly in desire.'
'Yes. And now?'
Bina's eyes went wide. 'It is growing... still growing in my fingers... my hand! Oh my!'
Celia smiled. 'I possess the ability to do this, with any woman, but it would not be comfortable for another. I have been practicing with myself since I was a child, so it is easy for me. And now, I want you.'
Bina nodded, a look of amazement on her face. 'It is like a root, heavy in my hand. You can couple with me, this way?'
In reply, Celia moved astride her, and slowly drove her swollen button, her woman-root, into Bina's flower. They both moaned, their soft mounds mingling, and then they were kissing. Ogg lay beside them, staring in wonder as the two beautiful women coupled, slowly at first, and then passionately.
'Do you have seed, like a man?' asked Ogg, when they took a moment to catch their breath.
Celia shook her head. 'My flesh is flexible, but I am a woman. Feel for yourself.' Ogg put his hand down between their bodies. 'You can feel, that my flower shrinks to a small pocket when my button is so large. My swollen button cannot get a woman with child, even if I were to desire it. But I can have the same pleasure, the same sensation you do, when you couple with your beautiful wife, the same feeling of her aromatic flower around my woman-root.'
They resumed moving passionately, and within minutes the two women rapidly reached their pleasure, together, crying out in unison.
The room began to warm, from the fire. They rose and pulled on clothes, lounging about. Ogg went to the fire to prepare a simple breakfast of tea and gruel. Bina and Celia sat in the bed, discussing many topics.
'I would like both of you to come and live in my home.' offered Celia. 'Would you desire that?'
Bina beamed. 'Very much so, I am honored. I'm sorry for you to have to visit such a humble home. I grew up with much more luxury, as I imagine you did.'
'Indeed, although I am no so pampered as you might imagine. I have journeyed across the Northern Steppes, with nothing but the hard ground to sleep upon and game caught with my own means. I do enjoy the comforts of my home, and the assistance of a bit of magic, but I do not require them. I suggest that we keep this home as well.' She looked around. 'You have a wonderful talent for making a simple space look elegant. That chest, may I assume those are your books?'
'Yes, my most prized possessions.' Bina glowed, and then looked downcast. 'But this morning, I must soon depart for my employment, at the shop.'
Celia smiled. 'You don't have to go in today. I did a little inquiry, located your shop, and I purchased it. By the way, you have quite a beautiful and charming dark-skinned friend who works there with you, I believe her name is Marena?'
Bina laughed. 'You bought it! Oh my. Yes, Marena is a good friend.' Bina winked. 'She tastes of the sea.'
They sat and ate and laughed and talked together. Finally, they dressed and Ogg carried a number of their goods to the carriage, which carried them all to Celia's house.
In this way, Ogg and Bina spent the cold winter of the Great Capitol in the warmth and comfort of a luxurious dwelling. They grew so close with their sorceress friend, that they were seldom both apart from her. Bina and Celia spent countless hours together, engrossed in the library, exploring worlds of culture and history and language together. They read and wrote poetry, studied ancient tongues, and poured over maps. Ogg practiced with Celia's collection of instruments, or went out frequently to carouse with his musical community. Slowly, he taught Celia to play one of the simpler flutes.
Very often, their days and nights were punctuated by bursts of coupling. Bina and Celia frequently devoured each other's nectar in the library, or the bath, or in a bed. Bina delighted in sucking Celia's woman-root to firmness, then climbing atop her friend to ride upon it with her flower. When Ogg was about, he might watch or join in, adding his root to some available mouth or flower, or to Celia's bottom hole. Both women delighted in his strong body, and the taste of his seed, drinking it from him, or from each other's bodies.
Slowly, they met Celia's friends and acquaintances, who visited the home. A music teacher came by to teach Ogg in the way of reading printed music. A large, heavy woman came by to give lessons in singing, and dance. A few others came by to read books and stories in the common tongue, and Celia would arrange for them to enact dramatic scenes. Bina found this activity particularly interesting, and was soon engrossed in the art of acting and theatre.
Marena was the first woman they invited to visit their home to share their bed. When she arrived, under her winter coat she wore the dazzling strong colors of her native land. They ate a small feast together in the great dining hall, then Ogg played his flute for the women to dance. Marena's eyes sparkled as she moved, and she was very easily seduced. In no time, she was naked upon a bed, with Bina and Celia devouring her dark flower together with their mouths. When Marena reached her pleasure, Ogg moved in to drive his root into her flower, while Bina and Celia took turns riding upon Marena's mouth, enjoying her skillful tongue. Ogg increased his thrusts, Marena's dark body rocking back to meet him eagerly, until he was close to spilling his seed inside her.
'You should not spill inside me, to not get me with child.' gasped Marena.
'It is alright.' said Celia. 'I have cast a spell upon this place, you will not conceive while I am with you.'
Ogg felt Marena's flower flutter, gripping him tightly, and he spilled his seed inside her. Quickly Bina was at his side, to swallow his root, then press her face into her friend's dark flower to drink the seed and nectar therein.
Marena swooned with pleasure, thinking their tryst over, but it had barely begun. She squealed in surprise when Celia grew her button and penetrated, her arms around Celia's body as Marena experienced her first coupling with a woman. The light and dark of their bodies made a beautiful contrast together as they tumbled and coupled, taking their pleasure then rolling apart.
'And did you not offer me your bottom hole, once before?' asked Ogg, staring at Marena's wide hips and enticing buttocks.
'Yes indeed!' said the dark-skinned beauty, turning upon her knees.
Bina, always eager to use her mouth, fastened upon Marena's bottom hole to wet it with her tongue, then guided Ogg's root in slowly. As Ogg grabbed her hips and pressed himself deep inside, Marena's cries of passion became very loud, her bottom hole slowly stretching to accommodate him. Celia muffled the cries by thrusting her woman-root into Marena's mouth. In this way they enjoyed her body, front and back, as Bina lay alongside and suckled at Marena's dark hanging pebbles, her fingers exploring downward to rub Marena's button. Marena came to her pleasure once, then again.
Ogg was close to spilling, but Celia restrained him, having him sit back on the edge of the bed, and placing Marena in his lap, her back to him, impaling her bottom hole on his root. Marena wiggled her hips, causing Ogg to gasp, as he reached around to spread the petal of her flower wide open. Bina eagerly knelt before them, sucking at her friend's exposed button. Then Celia took her turn, pressing her woman-root into the dark flower again, this time made more tight by Ogg's root in the nether hole beside it. Marena quivered with uncontrollable pleasure as she was packed between their bodies, assaulting her front and back. Finally Ogg could take it no longer, spilling his seed in Marena's bottom, and the four of them went off to the great warm basin, to bathe together.
It was later that week that Bina first began to request that her bottom-hole be penetrated. Seeing the pleasure it brought her woman friends, she began to practice, at first with fingers, then small objects, then taking Celia's woman-wand, partially grown, into her bottom. Finally, with much patient assistance, she was able to take Ogg's large male root in her bottom.
Bina's belly began to grow slightly, the child within her. Ogg and Celia frequently caressed her, laying affection upon her swelling form. As Bina began to crave odd foods, Celia's cook-servant was sent scurrying to and fro, to service her hunger.
A month later, Ogg and Bina made the journey out to the edge of the city, to visit their farmer friends with the pale blonde hair, Normert and Willa, and to check on the Blue Yak. The Yak was delighted to see Ogg, and he spent much time petting it and making sure that it was well-cared-for in its barn. That night, they stayed with their friends and again warmed the bed with each other's spouse. Ogg and Willa coupled madly for hours in every position, while Bina managed to keep Normert going for his seed to spill twice, the first time in her mouth from her expert shubhat, the second in her flower, safely as she was already with child. It was the first time Bina took a man's root within her, besides her husband's, and it awakened further desires inside her mind.
The snow lay thick upon the ground, and much of the city was tucked inside through the long, dark nights. As the mid-winter festival days approached, Celia began making plans for a great gathering at her home. On the night of the feast, guests began to arrive as the sun was setting in the mid-afternoon. They wore elaborate, elegant clothes, with the deliberate opulence of wealth and power. Celia, Ogg and Bina greeted each guest, servants rushed hither and thither to supply them with refreshment. Many guests met Bina for the first time, each impressed by her smooth golden features, her quick wit, and her fluency with their diverse languages and customs. Most of the guests were young adults, but there was an older man and wife introduced as a Duke and Duchess, a pair of young blonde maidens introduced as their daughters, and one stately woman appearing over forty years of age, being the Duchess's mother. Marena also arrived, wearing the bright colors of her land, wrapped elegantly around her dark voluptuous body.
Among the guests was a young man introduced at Celia's brother, Caidan. He was a striking fellow, red-haired like his sister, with a goatee and a devilish grin. He kissed Bina's hand, and she realized that sorcery was a family trait, when he politely tipped his hat to her, without using his hands.
After mingling for an hour through the halls and library, the guests, numbering over two dozen, assembled at the great table, and feasted. Ogg had seen a few fine dishes in his time at Celia's, but now the assortment of strange and wondrous food baffled him. Bina was seated across from him, smiling with encouragement and helping to explain the culinary mysteries. A pretty young dark-haired woman named Kara, with a low-cut blue dress and a quick melodic voice to Ogg's right took interest in him, asking to hear his story, and offering up her own. Ogg was happily oblivious to the complex social dynamic around him, but Bina was aware of those who looked suspiciously at Ogg for his low birth, those who did not mind, and those, especially women, who found him exciting.
At last the guests finished their flaming desserts, the table was cleared, and their hostess Celia addressed them, standing at the head of the table.
'This is the Great Dark Night, the longest of the year.' she began. 'In keeping with the traditions of this land, you should set aside the quibbling morals of your bodily conduct, and follow your desires.'
'Hooray!' cheered many from the table.
'Remember that no woman shall conceive while you are under my roof.' she continued. 'So you may pay no mind where seed is spilled. Whatever you desire, simply ask it, and whatever you are asked,' she winked, 'I recommend that you try it.'
The table erupted again in raucous shouts of approval and excitement. Two servants stepped forward with a long, soft red rug, which they unfurled down the length of the table.
'To start us off on the right foot, I will perform the Crawl of Desire.' she announced, standing up. With a wave of her hand, her dress unlaced itself down her back, and fell away from her body, leaving her radiantly naked. All eyes were on her. 'And will you assist me, O brother, to demonstrate the shedding of social norms?'
'I shall.' replied Caidan, standing up at the other end of the table. His trousers pulled themselves off his body, and he stepped out of them. Celia crawled onto the table, on her hands and knees. With desire, she stared down the length of the table, at the excited faces of the guests, at her brother at the other end. She began to crawl forward, slowly. The Duke and Duchess next to her reached out with their hands, familiar with this ritual, and touched Celia's naked body, caressing it. Celia turned her face to each side, kissing each of them eagerly, and the then resumed her crawl. Down the table she came, slowly, being kissed and fondled each step of the way.
'She's heading towards her brother.' gasped Marena, sitting next to Bina.
'That is nothing.' replied Bina. 'In my land, it is not done openly, but it is no matter to shubhat your brother.'
'It is a terrible sin where I am from.' gasped Marena.
'It is a sin in this land also.' explained Kara, the woman in the blue dress beside Ogg. 'But what the commoners do, and what a sorceress may do in her own home, are quite different things. That is why I am so excited to be here!"
When Celia passed, Ogg reached out to caress her long red hair. She turned, giving him a kiss longer and more tender, and then she turned to give the same to Bina.
'You are special.' she said to them quietly before continuing down the table. When she reached the end of the table, the guests looked on in shock and amazement as her mouth moved forward, taking her brother's hard root directly. Caidan let her hold it in her mouth for a moment, looking up from his sister to the stares of the guests around them, with a great smile, and then he grasped her head and began to thrust, using her mouth and throat for his pleasure.
That was the signal. Immediately the room erupted in a flurry of undressing and grabbing. Kara to Ogg with a crazed look of excitement, her fingers flying over his clothes. Ogg looked over at Bina and Marena, who were being scooped up by a handsome young man, his hands reaching into their clothes as they shed them. Ogg shrugged and smiled, slipping a hand under Kara's blue dress, and his fingers found her flower to be wet with excitement. Curious, her helped her become naked, then lifted her onto the table, running his tongue along her flower. She tasted of lavender, an herb he had come to know from Celia's table.
The Duke climbed onto the table, getting on his knees behind Celia, and thrust himself into her flower from behind. She squealed in delight, muffled by her brother's root in her mouth. All around them, people joined in twos or threes, coupling or tasting each other. The young man across from Ogg eagerly poked his root into Bina from behind, and then Marena, and then Bina, his hands reaching around to their soft mounds. He was clearly beside himself at having two exotic beauties to himself. Marena bent forward to give him a better angle of thrust, while Bina climbed onto the table, straddling Kara, whose flower Ogg was enjoying.
'Oh, you are with child!' gasped Kara, looking up at Bina's bulging belly.
'Yes, and it often makes me more desirous.' said Bina. 'Would you pleasure my flower with your mouth?'
'I have not ever been with a woman.' Kara looked uncertain.
'It is easy. Just do what my husband is doing to you.' Bina settled her flower down upon Kara's face. Around them, men and women cavorted together, many of them on the soft red carpet on the tables, others standing or leaning against it, others in chairs. Ogg sucked at Kara's flower, his eyes glancing up to watch his wife gently rocking her body on Kara's mouth. His root was painfully hard, and Kara was gasping with desire. Standing up, he put his root up to Kara's flower. That put him face to face with Bina. They looked into each other's eyes, sharing a tender kiss, and then Ogg pressed his whole length deep into Kara. They settled into a rhythm, enjoying the dark-haired young woman's body together.
The room felt very warm, with the heat of bodies and scent of woman's nectar, the sound of grunts and moans of pleasure.
'This is wild.' said Bina, looking into her husband's eyes as the orgy raged around them. 'There are so many beautiful people here. Shall we try coupling with every guest, does your desire rage as strongly as mine?'
'It does.' he said, as Kara's body started to shake between them, quivering with pleasure.
The evening continued with urgent, feverish coupling. Ogg found himself moving from woman to woman, planting his large strong root in each flower. The women, from young to old, were deliriously happy to be penetrated by his large Barbarian root. Often Bina was at his side, tasting each flower, or taking his root into her mouth between couplings. The Duke, possessed of a similarly large root, was also eagerly moving from flower to flower, especially those of the younger maidens.
There was a moment when the whole room cried out as one, everyone reaching pleasure simultaneously. Ogg spilled his seed inside the woman he was with, the younger of the Duke's daughters, then the room settled down with a collective moan and sigh.
Celia was the first to move, getting up from the bodies between which she had been pressed.
'Guests, friends, lovers... you are doing wonderfully. But now I must remind you that this evening is about true decadence. Remember that this place is enchanted, no woman shall conceive. Couple freely, find your limits and exceed them!"
So saying, she moved to the center of the table, and lay back, spreading her legs. With one hand, she gestured dramatically at her brother Caidan. He grinned, and there was a gasp as the guests watched him float up and over gracefully, landing upon his sister, his very hard root sliding into her perfectly.
"Yes!" cried the Duke, moving with the Duchess Nadia to his eldest daughter, helping her onto the table. The guests looked on with surprise as he sank his root into his daughter. The Duchess smiled and moved upon the table, lowering her flower to her daughter's mouth. Marena moved quickly to their side, sucking upon the girl's pebbles as her parents used her body. Ogg moved behind Marena, his root seeking her bottom hole, finding it already wet and slowly yielding. To his right, he saw the Duchess's mother Catarina, her mature woman's body glistening with excitement, take the hand of the youngest daughter, her granddaughter. The girl, just barely a maiden, lay back upon a plush couch, spreading her young legs wide. Ogg saw a trickle of his seed dripping from her flower, where he had just taken his pleasure. Catarina moved in, planting her mouth upon her granddaughter's flower, licking up the seed.
Around them, in groups, the carnality grew more and more perverse. Celia drew a large man to her, laying him upon the table, taking his root inside her flower, then inviting her brother to take her bottom hole at the same time. Knowing her tastes, Ogg withdrew his root from Marena's bottom hole, moving to feed it to Celia's mouth. Now Celia had three large roots pounding into her aggressively, and her body convulsed in pleasure. Behind them, Nadia reached her pleasure on her daughter's mouth, moving aside to let her change places with her sister, the younger girl taking her place between her father's hard root and her mother's wet flower.
Ogg reached his pleasure in Celia's mouth. There was little seed left, but to his amazement his root stayed hard. He pulled out and moved to a sofa to rest. In front of him, there were cries of amazement as Celia's button extended into her woman-root, which she began to use to couple with women, in their mouths, in their flowers, and both men and women in their bottom-holes. She coupled madly, with a wild grin, a passionate sorceress knowing no limits of gravity, strength, or morality.
Bina came to Ogg. She sat upon him, taking him in her flower. They held each other, their arms entwined, kissing, her fluhaf tickling the tip of his root, as the carnality raged around them.
Ogg awoke in clean white sheets, his limbs sore, as the pale light of winter morning broke through the window. He felt beside him to find Celia in his bed, and Bina as well tucked between their warm naked bodies. He tried to remember how the Great Dark Night had ended, how he had been bathed and tucked into bed, but it was a blur.
There was movement beside him, as Celia awoke, and turned to wake Bina with a kiss. Bina in turn sought Ogg's lips, then Ogg kissed Celia in turn. Bina pressed her tongue forth, and the three of them found a way to kiss as one.
"I have a strange desire, I have never felt before." said Celia.
"I cannot believe it." giggled Bina. "I think we acted on every possible desire, last night."
"Not a desire of the body. But of the heart. It is unheard of, but I am not a conventional woman, not even for my kind, the people of sorcery." Celia paused dramatically. "I wish to marry you. Both of you."
"Is such a thing possible?" asked Ogg after a surprised pause.
"I may do as I please. The laws of this land are flexible, with my connections. Were the emperor to hear of it, he would probably find it amusing. As for my friends and high society, they will be suitably shocked at marrying two exotics, two foreigners, man and woman. The prospect of shocking them brings me great pleasure to contemplate. But it would not be merely an act. I truly love both of you and would be honored deeply."
"I would be delighted to take you as my wife." said Bina. "But what about Ogg? He is on a quest."
"Yes." said Ogg. "To find a wife, to seek my fortune and return to my land."
"That is no problem." assured Celia. "By marrying me, you are coming into fortune. You will have two wives, and I do tire of this city and its rules and culture. I would be happy to come with you, Ogg, back to your land."
"And what of Aalia?" he asked. "My first love, in the mountain village? I have promised to return and marry her."
"Then we shall find her, we shall marry her as well." Celia glowed with the perfection of her reasoning. "She sounds like a lovely girl, and I am fascinated to visit her village to observe the strange customs you have told us of."
"Oh, yes, please." Bina breathed heavily with excitement. "Let us do this!"
It came to pass, in two months time. The very first signs of spring were upon the mountains, upon the wedding day. It was greatly different from the quick procedure of Ogg and Bina's wedding among the Tree People. There was a vast church or marble, a thousand early spring flowers, majestic clothes for each of them, two hundred of Celia's friends, all of Ogg and Bina's acquaintances from the park and the city, many musicians, even the farmers Normert and Willa and their children, from the southern edge.
The ceremony proceeded in two parts, Celia wedding Ogg, and Celia wedding Bina. The solemn vows were read upon each union, and beautiful thin rings were placed upon fingers, one per bond, so that each of them finished with two rings, for their connection to their two spouses. Two rings of alabaster for Celia and Bina, two rings of onyx for Celia and Ogg.
Bina, her belly very large with child nearly upon her, swooned in delight as Celia took her in her arms to seal their union with a kiss, then the crowd roared and the three of them took a bow together.
A day of feasting followed, and a night of revelry at Celia's extensive dwelling. The newly-weds went into the largest bed in the largest room, with the softest sheets the largest pillow, undressing each other. Slowly, they entwined passionately, with Ogg upon Celia's body and Bina upon Celia's mouth, then Ogg and Bina coupling together as Celia extended her woman-root into Bina's mouth. They soon settled into a comfortable position: Bina on her back, her large belly sticking up, her legs lifted. Ogg on her right, sucking upon one milky pebble, his root pressing into her flower. Celia on her left, sucking on the other pebble, her woman-root pressing into Bina's flower, right alongside Ogg's root. The two roots stretched Bina's flower wide, making her gasp, her pleasure close, and also preparing her for her soon-to-be-born. Bina's fluhaf caressed them both. Celia reached down with one tender touch to Bina's button, and slowly, the three of them moved together, with passion, until all three reached their pleasure as one.
Two at a time, their closest friends were invited into the bedroom to share in the passion. Women rode Ogg's root as their mouths pleasured Bina's flower, men coupled with Bina until they spilled their seed upon her body for Celia to consume. Finally, every guest was pleasured and drained, the newly-weds own pleasure beyond count. They coupled one last time, with both Celia and Ogg taking their pleasure in Bina's small bottom-hole, then they fell asleep as husband, wife, and wife.
On to Part 4