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Some Femdom in this one, not really my thing but it fit the character, so I rolled with it.
It's curious, I saw some vids of FemDom porn a while back (researching art references for Ikuno) and in all of them I would have told these tall, muscular women to go fuck themselves with a sand-coated dildo if they treated me like that. However, when I wrote the part in this chapter I don't have that same reaction and I don't understand why. As I said... curious.
For those of you reading The Runesmith Chronicles for the first time I recommend going back and starting with the first book The Runesmith Chronicles (it's actually Oni and the Farmer but it's too late to change it here :P). Mostly so you have a better understanding of how things like the magic system works and what's going on as I often reference earlier chapters.
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Chapter 21
Kal was thankful for the woman's heads-up yesterday about clergy views on sex, or else he wouldn't have been prepared for Priestess Elden in the slightest.
A young man appearing to be barely of age escorted him into her office. More than a half an hour passed before the mage heard her enter and turned in his chair to see who he was dealing with. Kal immediately understood the older priest's need for some relief after speaking about the woman. With her toned body, chiseled features, full red lips, and hair as black as night, the priestess was stunning. Her robes showed nearly as much skin as they covered, being open on the sides and draping over her breasts until the white fabric tucked into a wide, polished belt. Her lower robes were split up the side all the way to her thigh. The mage figured that she must have some means of keeping the fabric against her legs, magical or not, or a stiff wind would show the world her sex and bottom.
The girl at the other cathedral didn't mince words when describing the woman's attitude. Before he could even take in her beauty, the first thing he noticed was her look of disdain as she glared at him. Kal didn't like her one bit.
He sat quietly for another half hour, patiently waiting for her to acknowledge his existence. She busied herself about her office instead; looking through various books, making notes and sending out memos with her assistant, who acted completely terrified of her. In that time, he discovered that the undergarment she wore was a skin-tight strip of material that barely covered her beneath her robes. After the first glance, Kal kept his eyes securely on the priestess's face. She seemed to be keeping an unusually keen eye on where his gaze was directed. Every time he caught a glimpse of whatever treasures her robes might cover, he jerked his eyes away and found something else to look at. His willpower was really challenged when she leaned over to get a book from the bottom shelf of her personal library. The top of her robes fell away from her chest, taunting him to look at the light pink spot at the bottom side of his vision. No sooner did the opportunity presented itself than she turned and locked eyes with him.
Kal took a little bit of solace in the twin bumps now poking through the white fabric. He didn't know what aroused her, but it made him feel a little better.
She sat down and began penning another memo, giving him an excellent view of her cleavage. He wanted to look, but her eyes kept flicking from the paper to his face. She suddenly dropped her quill back into its well. "You're trying my patience," she sneered.
"I imagine that isn't difficult." The mage mentally raged at his own pride and foolishness, snarky comments like that were not going to get him the map he needed.
"Get out."
"The priest in charge of the southern cathedral sent me here. He said I might be able to help you in return for a map of the Death Plains."
"The Lantaran Plains," she corrected. "What made him think you might be of use to me?"
"He took a keen interest in my trappings as an adventurer before making his recommendation."
Her eyes narrowed, "I see nothing of the sort."
"I have a bag of holding, my gear is stored there."
A looked of surprise crossed the priestess's face before reverting back to a contemptuous snarl. Bags of holding weren't rare, but were still useful enough only those with power, money or extremely good luck had one. If some tragic incident befell the owner...
She sat back, her face softening slightly. "During our autumn sweep of the plain's inner perimeter, a regiment of cavalry went missing, as did the two priests later sent to find them. A week ago, a shredded and bloodied piece of their robes was found by one of the outposts along the wall. You can join me and the two other adventurers I'm taking to investigate tomorrow morning."
"In return for my help, you will give me a map of the plains?"
Her nod was nearly imperceptible. "I will give you the opportunity to speak with the cartographersβ"
Kal stood quickly, interrupting her. "Thank you for your time, Revered Mother. You said that a regiment of cavalry and two magic-users have been killed. I won't put my life on the line for mere 'opportunities.' If you cannot guarantee I will get the map I need then I believe our business is concluded."
"As you wish," she said with a dismissive wave. "A whelp such as you would hardly make any difference." Picking up her quill, she went back to writing.
"Of course I wouldn't make a difference, you're looking for fodder to feed whatever has been killing your people, so you can observe it."