Bina's child was born within a few days of the wedding, a baby boy. Their lives were a swirl of activity, what with saying their goodbyes, planning the trip, and attending to the new baby. Bina and Celia consulted their learned tomes of history and geography, to plan their forthcoming voyage through the fringes of the Land of Fu.
They packed all their belongings and needs into a large, strong cart. Propelled by Celia's unseen forces, with some visible effort on the sorceress's part, the cart rolled through the streets of the city, to the southern edge. There they met up with the farmer, Normert, who housed Ogg's Blue Yak. The Yak was as delighted as ever to see Ogg. They spent one last night with Normert and Willa, saying goodbye to them with some happy coupling, although leaving Bina's flower untouched as she was still recovering from giving birth.
The following morning they hitched the cart to the Yak. There were three comfortable seats upon the cart, but they were exposed to the elements, the springtime rains threatening with dark clouds overhead on the night of their first stop. Bina held her baby close to her body, swaddled in soft cloth. Finally, it was time to stop and encamp.
"You say that your tent will keep us dry?" asked Bina skeptically, as she watched Celia pull a rough, leathery structure from the cart.
"Yes indeed." said Celia with a smile. The leather assemblage unfolded in her hands, sitting upon the ground and making a modest circular tent.
"It looks very small." said Ogg with a frown, stepping toward it as the first drops of rain began to fall.
"You'll see." said Celia, stepping through the door-flap of the tent.
Ogg stepped inside, and gasped. It was dark, but a very gentle light shone from a lamp upon the ceiling. The ceiling? thought Ogg, looking all around. The room was large, with walls of leather, a generous sized bed, a table and chairs.
"Oh!" gasped Bina as she came in behind him. "It is much larger on the inside than the outside."
"Yes." Celia chuckled, removing her outer clothing, her beautiful body revealed in shimmering silk undergarments. They sat at the table, as Celia brought forth delicious food from a mysterious vessel shaped like a horn. There was the soft sound of giant raindrops rolling off the roof of the tent above their heads.
The fields gave way to pasture, then to forest as they made their way south, up the mountains, away from the Great Central Valley. They stopped occasionally to admire the scenery, to refill their water from stream, to let the Yak graze. There were fewer and fewer other travelers on the road, as they passed branches and forks in the way which led to other villages. Bina frequently consulted her maps, guiding them by signs and compass.
On a bright sunny day, Celia sighted a clear mountain pool from a bend in the road. They stationed their Yak and cart by the roadside, and walked through the woods until they reached the pool. It was beautiful, with dappled light from the surrounding forest, a small waterfall leading into the pool, and large smooth rocks at its bottom.
"This reminds me of the mountains I visited in my childhood." said Celia, stepping forth and removing her clothes. Soon radiantly naked, seeming untroubled by the cool air and cold water, she dove forward into the pool, splashing with glee.
"I love water as well, but I am more accustomed to the warmer Southern Ocean." said Bina, setting her baby down on the bank, removing some of her clothes and stepping carefully into the water.
Ogg stayed at the edge. In the valley of his birth, there were small rivers but nothing so large and clear and deep, so getting into water was not in his customs. On the other hand, it was perfectly pleasant to stay at the edge and watch his two beautiful wives splashing together. In fact, as their pebbles hardened and their naked forms danced and played together, he found his root growing painfully hard in his trousers.
"Come join us!" cried Celia. Ogg grumbled and removed his clothes, stepping in the water, wading towards them. Celia saw his large root, and swam through the water to him, taking him deep in her throat. Bina stepped towards them, kissing Ogg as his hips moved, coupling with Celia's mouth. The water began to feel less cold, as Ogg's body adapted to it. Soon Celia rose to standing, bending over to take his place kissing Bina, and pressed her hips back invitingly. Ogg got the idea, moving around Celia and pressing himself into her flower from behind. The water splashed around their legs as the wet passage of Celia's flower stretched to accommodate Ogg's large root, as they coupled eagerly. In a few minutes, Celia cried out in pleasure, muffled by Bina's tongue in her mouth. She pushed Ogg away, his root bouncing free, so close to his own pleasure.
"Don't spill your seed yet, save it. Let us give our wife some pleasure first." advised Celia. The baby cried from the side of the pool, and they moved toward it, stepping out of the water. Celia reached into her sack to unfurl a large soft blanket. Bina lay upon the blanket and brought the baby to her mounds, letting it suckle upon a pebble to soothe it. As she nursed, Bina spread her legs wide, allowing Celia and Ogg to get between her thighs and use their mouths together on her flower and button. Together their tongues moved, until Bina was trembling and breathing in gasps, suddenly overtaken by her pleasure.
"Your flower is still tender from childbirth." said Celia, caressing Bina with her fingers. "But perhaps we could zhenak?"
"Oh yes, please." said Bina, lifting and spreading her legs wider, reaching down with one hand to expose her bottom-hole. Celia planted her mouth upon that hole, warming and wetting it with her tongue, as she reached between her own legs to feel her button grow to a root, then she moved up and lay upon Bina, her root slipping slowly into her wife's hot nether passage.
"Feed her your seed." suggested Celia, as she started to move her hips to zhenak with Bina. Ogg was painfully hard as he watched his wives coupling in that way. He knelt beside Bina's head, pointed the tip of his root at her face, and stroked slowly. Bina gave little gasps each time her bottom-hole was penetrated. Her right arm nestled the baby, who happily nursed. She turned her head to the left, opening her mouth wide. This continued for several minutes, until Celia suddenly gasped her pleasure, Bina reaching a small wave of pleasure as well. That triggered Ogg, his root erupting with a large volume of his seed, which poured into Bina's open mouth and splashed upon her chin. Celia moved in to eagerly lick up the spilt seed, sharing it with Bina in a deep kiss.
After a long deep pause together on the blanket by the pond, they picked themselves up and dressed, moving back to the Yak and their voyage.
The stream beside their road grew smaller as they climbed higher into the mountains. Soon the road turned away from it, so they paused one last time in the late afternoon to refill their water. They let the Yak wade in to drink his fill of the perfectly clear, pure water.
"I must confess there is one thing about our mode of transport which displeases me." said Celia. "Ogg, I know that your Yak is precious to you, and it is a fine beast, loyal and strong. But ... it does smell like a Yak."
"Yes!" laughed Bina. "In my land, when my family sought to make Ogg presentable to entertain our visitors, one of the first things I did was to scrub the animal head to toe until it smelled pleasant."
"Then let us stop today and clean the Yak before setting camp?"
"That is fine with me." said Ogg, laughing. "I must admit, having grown up together, I barely smell him. But I want him to be pleasing to you."
Bina found soap in their cart. The Yak stood at the edge of the stream, while Ogg lifted large buckets of water from the stream, dumping them on his surprised but compliant Yak. Celia sat watching for a minute, then laughed and joined in with Bina, getting a little wet herself as she rubbed the soapy Yak with brushes and hands. It was fun and playful, the Yak becoming rapidly much cleaner, starting to smell nice again.
"Oh!" said Celia, her hand reaching under the Yak to wash his belly. "Ogg, your Yak is quite well endowed." She broke up in laughter, and Bina joined her. Ogg looked beneath his beast, and found that the Yak's root was indeed growing, with Celia's wet hand holding it. "Bina, in your land, it is called shubhat also, if it is with an animal?"
Bina laughed. "I don't think any language has a word for that exactly."
"Would you?" Celia gave her a mischievous grin.
"With the Yak?"
"Yes. I know you enjoy shubhat with Ogg, and this is quite a magnificent root."
Bina paused, looking at Celia to make sure she was serious, gave a smiling glance to Ogg, then bent down on her knees and took the Yak's large clean root in her hand, bringing it to her mouth. They watched Bina as she sucked, trying to swallow some inches of the large, hard root, but having to content herself with a modest mouthful.
"That looks delightfully perverse." said Celia encouragingly. She moved to the other side of the Yak, kneeling down. "Let me try as well."
Ogg just stared, his own root growing, as he watched his wives taking turns with his Yak. The beast was clearly stimulated but puzzled by the sensations, growing restless. Ogg held his Yak's harness to steady him.
"And what will his seed taste like?" asked Bina, as Celia was vigorously working the root.
"I have not read of it, in any of my books." said Celia, handing the root back to her. "You will have to learn for yourself. From the looks of it, you are about to learn very soon!" She patted the furry haunches of the Yak, who shook his hips. Bina shrieked with surprise as the root erupted in her mouth, pulling back quickly, the thin seed splashing upon her face.
"Allow me!" declared Celia, grabbing the spurting root and directing it into her own mouth. She swallowed so loudly that Ogg could hear her drinking the seed.
"Ugh. That's not very tasty." said Bina, making a face, spitting out the seed.
"Mmmm." Celia pulled back and wiped at her mouth. "Tastes must be very different among my kind, for that flavour is exciting to me. So wild, so raw, so pure!" She stroked the root which remained hard in her hands. "And perhaps I could couple with the Yak as well."
"Perhaps you could," said Bina, "with your control of motion and strength."
Bina moved around the Yak to stand by Ogg, as he held the animal steady. They watched together as Celia pulled off her remaining clothing, her magnificent naked body moving beneath the Yak, onto her hands and knees, her strong legs bracing herself. Some magic was afoot as her upper body floated off the ground, sliding her hips backwards, her flower opening wide to accept the huge bulbous head of the Yak's root.
"My stars!" gasped Bina as she watched, her hand idling stroking Ogg's hard root as they watched Celia coupling with the Yak. "Just as she can extend her flower into a shape, it seems she can enlarge it as well."
"He seems to be enjoying it too." said Ogg with a smile, holding his Yak's harness firmly as the animal shuffled on its feet, no doubt astonished to find his root encased in the hot, slippery confines of a sorceress's flower.
It was not so much coupling, as rutting. Celia's long red hair swung as her beautiful body moved with the Yak, taking his root hard and deep within her. Such is the way of beasts, however, that the rutting did not last long. Celia uttered an unearthly cry as her body was wracked with pleasure, just as the Yak came to his own peak, flooding her insides with his piping seed. Celia's hips froze, the thick root so tight within her that no seed escaped.
Bina left them by the cold stream and went to the warm tent, dressing in a warm robe and picking up her baby. Celia gradually released the Yak from her flower, standing on wobbly legs to kiss Ogg.
"It has been some years since I was with a beast." she said. "I had forgotten how it is, so powerful but brief." She looked down at Ogg, seeing his own root standing up hard. "I desire more, and I see you desire it too."
Ogg simply nodded, releasing his Yak and taking Celia in his arms.
"Take me roughly." she gasped. He nodded.
Bina sat by the cart in her comfortable, warm robe, one arm holding the baby to her breast to nurse, the other hand playing upon her own petals, gently stoking her own pleasure as she watched her husband and wife coupling madly by the creek, upon the soft early springtime grass. Ogg took Celia every bit as roughly as she desired, his massive frame bearing down upon her as he drove himself into her flower. Finding it stretched and dripping with the seed of his Yak, he moved instead to holding Celia's head and driving his sloppy root into mouth, until she could barely breathe, then he turned her over and slammed himself into her bottom. She cried out in the pain he knew was pleasure, one strong arm pinning her to the ground, letting her enjoy trying to escape. When he felt her reaching and passing her peak of pleasure, he moved again to her mouth, coupling violently with her throat, whereupon he finally allowed himself to spill his seed.
The sun was low in the sky as they uncoupled, cleaned themselves with pure water from the stream, and retreated into their warm tent for the night.
The road became thinner, as for several days they travelled, with fewer passers by, until they came through the mountain pass with melting snow trickling from the stony hillsides. Now they went downhill, trees reappeared.
One morning, they were headed down into a wide mountain valley, and mist hung in the air.
"I think I know this place." said Ogg, with a sense of foreboding.
"Yes." said Bina soothingly. "It is one of the perils of the mountains, the place of Sudden Flood. Celia and I have studied the maps, you need not fear. You were overcome here. At great peril to your own life, the flood swept you down to my country. I am happy that you survived and were bought to me, for otherwise we would never have met."
"And what of the Flood?" he asked, eyeing the mist above them nervously as their Yak and cart approached the wide valley floor.
"It is among the most simple of my abilities." said Celia, waving one elegant arm dramatically. She snapped her fingers, and a large blue spark flew from them. "I can hold back the rain for some time, though eventually Nature will always have her way. We will not be troubled in our passage."
"You can see, we married well." said Bina, smiling and kissing Ogg, hugging him closely as they watched Celia, her fingers waving gently to the sky as their Yak plodded forth.
That night, upon high ground, as they lay in their warm bed gently coupling with each other, the rain beat down upon the roof of their tent. After Ogg spilled his seed inside each of them, he lay back and fell asleep as he listened to the soft sound of the raindrops, blended with the sound of his wives, gasping in pleasure as they coupled passionately with each other.
"And what of the other perils of the Mountain Road?" asked Ogg the next day, after breakfast, as they set out. "I do remember passing this way before. Shortly ahead, I was beset by the terrible Lurkers. Can you save us from that danger as well, Celia?"
"I might be able to preserve us, with magic, but our safety would not be assured." she replied. "Fortunately, your other wife is also a gift and blessing to our lives."
"I can read the tongue of the people that once lived here." explained Bina. "And through my scholarship, I have determined a better and safer course to get us through that dark forest. Music."
"Music?" Ogg's simpler brain could not follow.
"Yes. The flute that you once played for me as we travelled, it should suffice. The Lurkers will fear the tone, fear any melody. Just be careful that your lips do not get dry, you must keep playing."
"OK. I believe you." He smiled at his small yet brilliant, golden-skinned wife. "I should wet my lips very well, then."
They all laughed and fell into kissing each other, wetly, passionately, until they approached the edge of the darkest forest. Ogg extracted his flute and began to play, a pretty melody, quite loudly. It was bright and even catchy, with his wives helpless to avoid tapping their feet. In this way, they traversed the Dark Forest safely without even a single Lurker troubling them.
Signs appeared, of woven strips of wood, by the road pointing the way to mountain villages. Though Ogg could still not read or write in any tongue, he knew the name of Aalia's village by its sound, and Bina was able to render it into the symbols on the signs. In this way, they knew when they finally came upon the road to Aalia's village.
They did not encounter anyone at the edge of the village, so Ogg directed their cart directly to the house he had known, where Aalia lived with her family. He climbed down and went to the door, knocking. It swung open and Aalia was there, radiantly beautiful in robes of white. The look on her face was first great surprise, then pure joy. They fell into each other's arms, kissing passionately.
"You have returned for me?" she cried.
"Yes, to marry you." Ogg's heart swelled as her soft body in his arms brought back to many memories.
"And you...," she struggled to speak, her eyes brimming with tears of joy, glancing over his shoulder to the cart, "you have other wives?"
"Yes, and they are eager to meet you!"
Bina and Celia came down from the cart and followed them inside. Aalia stared with wonder at their exotic appearance, leading them to the table, where they sat and talked excitedly for a long time. Ogg recounted the story of his great adventure, Bina and Celia spoke of their own lands. Aalia left the table to return with a cute baby in her arms, introducing him to Ogg as their daughter, nearly a year old. As they were speaking, her younger sister Aamina returned to the house, also bearing a year-old baby, introduced to Ogg as his son.
"So you are now a father three times over!" observed Aalia, taking a turn to hold Bina's nearly-newborn child.
Aalia spoke of how it was for her family, after Ogg left. She and her sister were celebrated as bearing children for the village, they were relieved of much of their work, their lives became easy and comfortable.
"But I was terribly sad when you left us." noted Aalia. "I missed you, and I also missed the frequent coupling. My mother and sister missed you too. In our village, it is expected to couple frequently if it will produce children, but once we were with child men politely avoided us. So I tried to give my attentions to my family, to pleasure them with my mouth and fingers. They allowed me, but they were not as comfortable with it as I am." She looked at her guests. "Does this practice surprise you?"
"Ogg told us of your village, and your family." said Celia reassuringly. "There are no secrets here. In fact, I am delighted to be here. I hope to experience your traditions, for my marriage bond with Ogg does not exclude pleasure with others, both men and women."
"In my land, shubhat with my sister was normal," said Bina, "so your family experience is comfortable to me."
Aalia's eyes went wide. "So if Ogg takes me as a wife..."
"And we take you as a wife, as well." supplied Celia.
"...then I may finally enjoy pleasure with a woman, who is accustomed to such coupling!" Aalia's voice trembled with excitement.
"Oh yes." said Celia with a wicked grin. "In fact, there are pleasurable surprises in store for you, beyond your imagination."
That night, after Aalia's mother returned to the house, they all shared a meal together, their humble abode very crowded with so many people, and three babies. They made plans for a wedding of Ogg and Aalia, to be held in her village as soon as possible, and spent hours talking, getting to know each other.
That night, Aalia left her child with her family, and joined Ogg and his wives in their tent. With great excitement they all stood and slowly undressed Aalia, leading her to the bed, setting upon her with kisses and caresses. For the first time, Ogg placed his mouth upon Aalia's flower, tasting her sweet almond-scented essence directly, driving her to pleasure. Bina took a turn upon Aalia's flower, then Celia, each remarking on the wonderful taste. Aalia was quivering, her body already wracked with pleasure as Ogg moved to lay upon her, coupling strong and deep within her, soon letting loose his seed. Soon they all fell asleep, in each other's arms.
The village was alive with chatter the next day, as the news of Ogg's return spread. The village elders called Aalia and her guests to meet and discuss the situation. Marrying an outsider was frowned upon, if it meant that Aalia and her child would leave, reducing the vitality of the village.
"I have a solution to that dilemma." said Celia. "As you may be aware, I have some proficiency with the magical arts." Her hand made a gesture, and a small ball of flame briefly appeared. "I have some ability to control fertility, and could help your village, leaving you with many women expecting child. With that, your numbers will increase and you can allow Aalia to leave with us. But I have just one request in exchange."
"Anything you desire, if you can bring life to our people's future." said the chief elder.
"I would like to enjoy my time among your people, to come and go as I please among you, to observe your tradition of men and women freely coupling and to join them as I see fit."
"It seems reasonable," the elder nodded, "and you will not take anyone against their will?"
"They will not regret being with me." said Celia with a wicked grin.
So it proceeded, for several days. Celia moved through the village like a spirit, stepping freely into their homes, observing how freely they coupled, husbands and wives, unattached young men and women, older men and younger girls, even older women and younger men. Bina sometimes accompanied her, writing extensively in a large book, recording the customs and personal histories. Several men were surprised when Celia would lift her robes and offer to couple with them, and many women were even more surprised when Celia moved upon them, her woman-root seeking their flower, filling them and bringing surprising pleasure.
Ogg and Aalia spent nearly all their time together, making up for time lost, talking or playing together or coupling slowly. Bina often joined them. As she and Aalia pleasured each other, Aalia was delighted to finally feel passion returned by a woman. She was soon falling in love with Bina as much as with Ogg. As they all lay together, Bina taught her how to shubhat a man, guiding Aalia as she took Ogg's root in her mouth for the very first time. With practice, it wasn't long until she drank Ogg's seed, reveling in the wickedness, for among her own kind, seed was never wasted in such a way.
Aalia's mother and sister, with tone of voice and gesture, gave Ogg reason to suspect that his attention would be most appreciated. He first secured Aalia's blessing, then proceeded to surprise Aamina as she was going about her daily tasks. The girl shrieked in surprise as Ogg lifted her garment and pressed his hard root inside her young flower. They were still coupling when Aamina's mother returned, and Ogg turned his attention, bending the older woman over her table and lifting her robes, taking her firmly as Aamina watched.
That night, they all went into the tent, small on the outside but spacious inside. The bed was crowded as they all undressed and piled inside. As the younger women had become quite comfortable nursing each other's babies, Bina sat to one side with two babies suckling upon her.
"I have been told of a special practice in your household." said Celia. "But I have not seen it." She addressed Aamina and her mother. "You permit Aalia to pleasure you?"
"Yes." Aamina shrugged, spreading her legs wide, allowing Aalia to move down and kiss her flower. "My sister is just like that. It is not common in our village." They all watched as Aalia moved her tongue more quickly, bringing her sister nearly to pleasure, before moving over between her mother's legs, to give her the same.
"You permit your daughter's touch, but you do not return the favor." noted Celia. "That doesn't seem fair."
"But I am not attracted to women in that way." protested Aalia's mother weakly, as her voice trembled with the pleasure from her daughter's mouth.
"You can make an exception for your own daughter. I command it: You must return the affection. Aalia, you can lift your face. Your mother and sister will pleasure you now."
"They will?" said Aalia excitedly, laying back and spreading her legs.
They did, obediently moving upon their hands and knees, working together to finally pleasure Aalia. Celia's root extended, as she and Ogg moved behind them, sliding their hard roots into their flowers from behind, coupling with mother and daughter as they used their mouths upon Aalia. Again and again Aalia reached her pleasure, flooding the mouths of her mother and sister with her nectar. When she could not take any more, they instructed Aamina and her mother in taking Ogg's root in their mouths, until he finally spilled his seed for both of them to taste.
The wedding was a week later. For a simple mountain village, it was a great affair, held outdoors at long tables in the cool springtime air, decked in greenery. The ceremony was simple, with handsome robes for Ogg and a beautiful flowing dress for Aalia. Her sister and mother and uncles looked on with pride as the vows were spoken, then it was time for feasting. There was boar from the forest, great mounds of chestnuts from the cellars, and so many edible flowers from the springtime fields that the tables were dazzling in color. Dancing and merriment ensued, with Bina and Celia taking their turns dancing with both Ogg and Aalia.
In the late afternoon, they retired to bed. In a private ceremony, Celia produced four slender rings of silver. Ogg now bore three rings upon his hand: silver for his marriage to Aalia, gold for Bina, and onyx for Celia.
"In my culture," said Ogg, "a man and woman can couple with each other, once they are wed."
"And in my culture, the coupling happens long before." laughed Aalia. "But I have thought of something. Do you recall the story of how my mother conceived me? The Duke, and his men, taking her body upon the mountain road?"
"We know the story well." said Celia, "Ogg has told us often. It's a most exciting tale."
"And we once spoke of the manner in which their seed was wasted." continued Aalia. "Do you remember, Ogg? I said I might do that with you some day, if you got me with child and we were married." She smiled. "You have given me a child, and we are now married."
Ogg smiled. "Yes. And I have now 'wasted' my seed into your mouth several times."
"I was thinking of the other way." said Aalia, starting to remove her clothes. "You could be my first."
"That is a wonderful idea." encouraged Celia, and she and Bina helped Aalia to remove her complicated dress. "Let us prepare you."
"It would be my honor." said Ogg, his root already hardening.
There was much preparatory frolicking, as they set upon Aalia's naked flower with their mouths, brining her to pleasure then turning her over and applying tongues to her bottom hole. Bina held Ogg's root in her mouth, keeping it hot and firm until finally Aalia declared that she was ready. Very, very slowly they worked together to get Ogg's large root into Aalia's small, virginal bottom hole. Celia, with her usual perversity, was happy to periodically remove Ogg's root and take it in her mouth, wetting it, then returning it to Aalia's bottom, to make the penetration easier.
Soon Ogg was completely buried in Aalia body. She gasped and struggled to accept the sensation of her new husband's root, made easier by the stimulating caresses of her new wives upon her flower. They proceeded very gently to couple, with Aalia crying out with pleasure first, then Ogg moaning as he unleashed his seed deep inside the slender beautiful mountain girl, his newest wife.
They carefully disengaged, taking some time to relax and caress each other and clean Ogg's root, then they all returned to frolicking. Aalia and Bina feasted upon each other's flowers as Ogg roughly coupled with Celia. Ogg lay back upon the bed as Bina settled her small golden body upon him, riding his root. Beside them, Celia extended her woman-root and pressed it first into Aalia's mouth, then Aalia's flower. It was a beautiful sight, Aalia with her slender legs spread wide, the red-headed sorceress laying upon her body, their tongue entwined, their long hair draped around each other, as Celia vigorously ploughed her new wife. Ogg suckled upon Bina's pebbles, drinking her milk as she rode him, until he spilt his seed inside her. Finally, Celia declared that hey should all partake of their new bride together: Ogg on his back, Aalia astride him, his root in her flower, Celia's root in her bottom hole, and her face pressed to Bina's flower, drinking Bina's cinnamon nectar mingled with Ogg's seed. So they proceeded until they lost count of how many times the women came to pleasure, and the last drop of Ogg's seed was drained and savored.
As their departure neared, there were seven women in the village that had conceived, with Celia's magical assistance. The village was abuzz with excitement. Ogg and his wives were treated with great deference, as they went about their day. They were offered every possible favor and kindness, and the women continuously propositioned Ogg with their bodies. He was too busy preparing to earnestly couple, but he did quickly dip his root in a few flowers, in a casual fashion, as he went about his day, unable to completely resist the beauty of the village girls.
Their cart was fully loaded, the Yak well-fed and groomed. On the last night before their departure, they lay in bed all together once more with Aalia's sister and mother, as Aalia hugged them tearfully, then allowed them to bring her to pleasure repeatedly, in a way of saying farewell.
They set out the following morning, six people in all, Ogg and his three wives, Aalia's child by Ogg, and Bina's child by Ogg. It was fortunate that the road followed the contours of the mountains, with no steep climbs, for the Blue Yak was working strongly to pull them all, with a little magical assistance from Celia when he grew tired. For two days they traveled without event, then they reached a great deep ravine, where the bridge of wood and stone had collapsed. Looking down at the perilous valley below, the huge walls of stone, Ogg was alarmed. There was no way to cross.
"Can you lift us over with magic?" Bina asked Celia.
The sorceress shook her head. "We are too heavy, and if I had to move every bit of us slowly, I would collapse from the effort."
They sat and thought for a while. Bina rummaged through her books, flipping the pages impatiently.
"If we could build a thin bridge, could you make us lightweight enough to cross it?"
"If the bridge was fairly strong." agreed Celia. "I don't want to take a great risk over such a chasm."
"Look here at this design." Bina drew them around. "Aalia, you know the trees of this region, can you find the strongest wood?"
"Yes I can." glowed Aalia.
They all went to work, Celia tending the babies while Ogg labored with his strength, Aalia with her skills, and Bina with her knowledge. Aalia found a shrub that would act as a tough binding, expertly weaving it into the design shown in Bina's book. After several hours work, with the sun dropping low in the sky, it was finally completed. Ogg and his Yak together, with ropes, lifted the great contraption up and over the chasm, dropping it into place. Ogg tested it, by bravely walking out onto the planks, finding it quite solid. He carried a few heavy items by hand over the span himself, then he returned to lead the Yak carefully over the bridge, taking care the Yak's hooves stayed firmly in place. Celia was in a trance, using all her strength to make the cart and its contents as light as a feather, as they finally made their way across and safely to the other side.
That night, they made a fire and ate a larger portion of their provisions, to celebrate their success. To thank each of his wonderful wives, despite his fatigue, in the large bed in the magical tent, Ogg made certain to bring each of them to pleasure, Aalia with his root in her flower, Bina with his mouth, and Celia in her bottom hole.
After a few more days of travel, they were descending through the foothills, and the Great Southern Valley of Ogg's youth was in sight. The travel was now downhill, very easy for the Yak.
Ogg's brothers, working it the field, were the first to see the cart approaching. They yelled with excitement, and soon Ogg's whole family was rushing out to greet him upon his triumphant return. There was a great tumult of voices, a flurry of embraces. They were led to the house and it became and a long evening of wonders, as Ogg proudly introduced each of his wives, displaying exotic goods and recounting his travels, at first briefly, then as the arrival turned into two days of festivity, re-told with greater detail.
There was only one bit of sad news, that Ogg's mother had passed in the two years he had been gone, and his father had grown lonely. Ogg's brothers were also eager to find wives of their own, but the family had been too poor and struggling in Ogg's absence for them to do so.
Rumor of Ogg's return spread fast through the Great Valley. There were soon many curious visitors, many of them seeking work, adding to the commotion and flurry of activity as Ogg and his wives immediately began to transform and expand his simple farm.
A massive new home arose within a year, built by Ogg and his family and their workers, some distance from the old farmhouse, closer to the nearest stream. A new well, fences and walls, and a building with many elegant rooms. Aalia was busy every day teaching the means of working with wood, Bina was busy teaching the technology of her land. Ogg and his Yak labored, right alongside his workers.
As for Celia, she sometimes helped with her magic, but her main activity became to seduce everyone. It began with Ogg's father. Celia noticed his loneliness, and asked permission from her husband and wives if she could offer to warm his bed. Ogg gave her an open invitation to offer herself to his family, and soon she slept in a different bed each night. Ogg's father, having still less than forty years, despite his rough life of work on a farm, was still quite a powerful and virile man, and he tremendously enjoyed the stunning sorceress in his bed. Next Celia seduced Ogg's two brothers, and then his three sisters, even the very youngest who was nearly still a girl. Finally she turned to the stout and muscular workers, proud peasant stock of the Great Southern Valley, taking them aside privately at the end of the day, alone or in groups, to couple with them in every way.
The home was just barely complete in time for winter, which was milder than in the Northern Capitol, but not as warm as the Golden Land of Bina's childhood. Even in the winter, construction continued, with a elegant bathhouse connected to the well, with a pleasure garden alongside, surrounded by a gracefully curving wall of stone. In the springtime, many beautiful herbs and trees of delicious fruit were planted in the garden.
On the day of the Summer Solstice, Celia declared a day of celebration. A feast was held, with people from all around. As evening fell, the children played in the garden, then gradually they retired and most of the guests left. At a table, with Ogg's family and closest friends present, Celia declared that this night was special and magical, that taboos were to be ignored and fertility worshipped. Ogg's brothers smiled, staring at the younger women present whose eyes flashed back their mutual interest. Even since Ogg had returned, there were many suitors for his sisters and many offers of marriage for his brothers. Now each couple bathed in the late afternoon sun, and under the light of lamps, strolled through the garden, sampling the pleasures of each other's bodies. Ogg's eldest brother had three women with him, Celia took Ogg's father aside.
Ogg bathed with Aalia and Bina, all of them naked, then wandered the garden with them by his side, observing. His root grew powerfully hard as he watched his brothers cavorting their females, so Bina dropped to her knees in front of him and swallowed his root as he watched. Gradually, they joined in together, as Bina moved to place her mouth upon the flower of a woman, sucking the seed from her, as Ogg moved behind his short golden-skinned wife and plough her from behind. Aalia went to take Ogg's youngest sister aside, the two of them laying together in the dim light, caressing each other's tender bodies.
After much pleasure and spilling of seed, and many changes of partner, Ogg found himself watching his elder sister, Oglina, laying upon a soft platform, under the light of the lamps, with Celia on top of her. Celia's magical woman-root was extended, and it was plumbing Oglina's flower most mightily. His sister's head tossed back and forth in passion, her modest mounds sliding under Celia's, as their bodies rocked.
Entranced, Ogg moved closer. Celia looked up and saw him, smiling, waving to him.
"Come closer." she purred, not losing rhythm inside Oglina.
Ogg stood beside them, his root at half-hardness, still wet with another woman's nectar. Celia bent down to whisper something into Oglina's ear. Oglina nodded, turning her head, seeing her brother's root hanging there in the air. She reached out with one hand and took a hold of it.
"This is not permitted in our ways of our land." said Ogg, hesitantly.
"We are creating a new way, a blend of many lands." said Celia soothingly. "And it is a special night. You can preserve your rules, and still bend them on certain occasions. This is the way of my land, as you remember from the Winter Festival."
Ogg nodded, looking down at his root in his sister's hand. It throbbed. Distantly, he though of that night in Celia's palace in the Northern Capitol, Celia with her brother, the Duke and his daughters. He looked at his sister's face, the familiar face he had watched growing up, so much like his own, so pretty in a familiar way rather than exotic like his wives. Their eyes met.
"Please?" said Oglina, her voice thick with arousal. "Let me."
Ogg surrendered, moving forward, as his eldest sister pulled his root into her mouth, sucking strongly, tasting the nectar on her brother's root. She kept sucking as Celia coupled with her, the suction only easing slightly as her mouth widened in a surprised gasp as she reached her own pleasure.
"She's yours." said Celia, carefully pulling out of Oglina and standing up.
Ogg nodded, moving as Oglina pulled him down, from her mouth to her flower. He sank into her easily, pleasurably, the weight of the taboo he was breaking causing his root to tremble with excitement, his sister's body under him, kissing her pebbles, kissing her lips, her tongue slipping into his mouth as he began to couple with her in earnest. Celia sat beside them, watching with a large smile, caressing Ogg's back as he rose and fell. She stayed beside them for several long minutes, as their passion came in waves, until Oglina suddenly reached her pleasure, again, her nectar flowing freely around her brother's root. By this time, Ogg's other wives had wandered over to watch as well, standing close by.
"You may spill your seed." Celia reminded him. "Nobody will become with child under my magical presence unless I will it."
"Yes, please!" gasped Oglina, beside herself.
Ogg let himself go, pumping wave after wave of seed into his sister's flower. He kissed her hard again as his root finally stopped pulsing. When he raised his face, Bina was right beside him, kissing his lips, then Aalia on his other side.
"I wish I could have tasted it." said Oglina softly, in a daze.
"You can." said Ogg, pulling out of her and moving up to offer his root to his sister's mouth. "There is always a little more."
"And there is a lot here." said Bina, smiling wickedly as she moved between Oglina's legs and pressed her mouth onto her flower, drinking the abundant seed from within. After Oglina sucked her brother's root clean, she accepted a deep kiss from Bina, drinking a mouthful of seed passed through her lips.
"Hmmm." said Oglina. "You taste as good as my favorite suitor."
"Then perhaps that suitor is the one you should marry." suggested Celia, and they all laughed.
Later that summer, Ogg and his wives and his father travelled out of the Valley, going East into the region of the Mountain Tribes. The encountered the new bridge over the dangerous chasm, which was nearly finished thanks to a team comprised of workers in Ogg's employ, and work crew from the Emperor. It was one small way, restoring a vital link in the Lands of Fu, that Ogg's name was growing in stature.
They arrived in Aalia's village, where she was greeted with tears of joy by her mother and sister. They spent two weeks there, enjoying each other's company and exchanging stories. By the end of the two weeks, it came to light that Ogg's father had fallen in love with Aalia's mother, and had in fact already gotten her with child. By the laws of the village, this gave him the right to propose marriage, and though they had barely met, and came from different worlds, he offered and she accepted. When they returned to the Southern Valley, Ogg's father happily stayed behind.
Back home, Ogg was now the eldest male in his family. The fall harvest was a time of labor for all, both the family and all the workers, and several new Yaks they had acquired. At the completion of the harvest, a great festival was held again, followed by a night in the pleasure garden where again, taboos were broken. That night Ogg found himself plunged into many flowers, even accepting the affections of his middle sister. His youngest sister, still shy, only ventured as far as kissing him, though he could taste the Vanilla and Cinnamon upon her lips, so he know she had lain with his wives.
During the following year, Ogg's two brothers and his eldest sister Oglina chose their partners, engagement followed by marriage. Great expense was lavished upon them, as plans for more stately homes were drawn up for the new families. Ogg's eldest brother actually took two wives, fair young women from the larger city in the West of the Great Valley, who were sisters of identical appearance. He had fallen for one of them, and as they could not bear to be apart, both of them proposed marriage together. Ogg lay with them in the pleasure garden, during the Winter Festival, with his brother's blessing. He found the experience strange, for they looked precisely alike, so that coupling with one was very much like coupling with the other. He did find a unique beauty in watching them together, their lithe bodies moving together like mirror images as they lay together under him, kissing each other, sharing his root between their flowers, and between their mouths.
As the years went by, Ogg's wives continued to bear him children, three each by Aalia and Bina. Celia waited for a year, than permitted herself to conceive just once. The children were boy and girl, born together, with the slightly bronzed skin of their Barbarian father, and the green eyes of their Sorceress mother.
Ogg continued to enjoy the bodies of women, far and wide. Some came to his stately home to visit, others he visited as his caravan travelled through the Great Valley. Everywhere he was known, sometimes loved or feared, always respected. Nearly every family offered to him the bodies of their wives, sisters, and daughters. He enjoyed only what was wise and prudent, never taking a woman or girl against her will.
Four times a years, at the peak of each Season, Celia convened a gathering in the pleasure garden. On these times, Ogg also lay with his sisters, eventually even his youngest. He greatly enjoyed coupling with them, and the wives of his brothers, when they were swollen with child. His sister Oglina was the first to take Ogg in her bottom hole, while she was large with her husband's child.
As Ogg travelled the land, Aalia or Bina might escort him, but Celia always did. She was there not only to charm his coupling, so that he would not cause any unexpected children, but also to encourage him to seek more complex and perverse pleasures. At Celia's suggestion, Ogg took aside not just solitary wives and daughters of his land, but two or three at a time. Once the women were without clothing, and aroused, with touches and kisses, eagerly awaiting the feel of Ogg's root, they were introduced to the pleasure of each other's bodies. Women and girls introduced to the pleasure of their sister's kisses, their pebbles, the taste of their sister's flowers, and then mothers with their daughters. Celia took special delight in that perversity, teaching mothers and daughters to bring each other to pleasure wetly, before spreading the petals of each other's flowers wide to accept Ogg's root.
While Ogg never came to couple with his own daughters, when they were of age, they were permitted to remain in the pleasure garden after the setting sun, cavorting with each other freely, and their mothers, and extended clan. One member of Ogg's family did later feature in his life: Aoliana, the daughter of Ogg's father and Aalia's mother. While she was half-sister to Ogg, and half-sister to Aalia, she was radiantly beautiful and was raised with the relaxed laws of the mountain village. When Ogg first encountered Aoliana as a young woman, he was smitten with her, and asked his wives' permission to take this young woman into their family. They all gave their blessing, so Ogg took his half-sister Aoliana, nineteen years younger, as his fourth wife. In the ways of coupling, she was powerful and dynamic, with a appetite for men and women, old and young in any combination. At the Seasonal Festivals, she was most treasured by all, and a continuing delight to Ogg as he grew older.
So they lived, happily ever after.
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