THE WILDERNESS
A Great War. Great civilizations fell beneath the fires of hell itself, nothing but rubble and ash remained as the billowing clouds of black smoke finally dissipated.
The world changed forever. New, or rather, ancient, energies flowed through the lands, and born were the Sorcerers; immortal, powerful individuals to whom survivors flocked in droves, for only within their influence could the land repair.
Great towers arose, and oases of fertility flourished within these new kingdoms.
Though they were rarely benevolent rulers.
Through the barren wilderness strode Kormax.
***
There is a distinction between druids and sorcerers. Druids tend to be the more benevolent of the two and rule from their towers with a relatively fair hand. They eat better than anyone else, and will have a harem of their city's most comely maidens, but generally, no-one goes hungry in a druid's city. Their magic doesn't extend beyond the growth of crops and such.
Sorcerers are generally much less easygoing, and have access to more magic. They often consider themselves demigods and treat their subjects as slaves, although they are still better masters than the third type of magician;
The third type of magic user are the Wytches. Druids and Sorcerers are always male. A tiny percent of men seem to be the only ones capable of consciously manifesting magic. However, all women seem to be conduits of magic. They cannot themselves access it, but it flows in their veins. Maidens are often targeted by dark gods, who will come to them in dreams or have their cultists kidnap them and bestow a curse upon them, drawing out the magic dormant within them. The process utterly changes the girl; usually granting her inhuman beauty and often other changes, such as taking on the feminine characteristics of a creature. These are the cruelest masters of all, as the dark gods that made them rule through them. The cities that they build or conquer are nowhere near as idyllic and fertile as those of the Druids or Sorcerers.
"So which are you then?" the old man asked as he drained his cup.
"What?" I asked. In the corner a troupe of bards played. It was a small place, there were far bigger places in Torvirax, but I preferred the smaller ones. Better atmosphere.
"Well, you wanderers wouldn't last five minutes out there without magic. So are you a Druid of a Sorcerer?" the old man pressed, his few remaining teeth clanking against his tin stein.
"I'm a Berserker. The way magic affects me is it heightens my senses and speeds my reactions. I cannot use it to bring fertility to the land like a Druid or conjure wonders like Sorcerers. I can, however, smell my quarry as skillfully as a hound, and move as quick as a sabrecat when I confront said quarry." I explained.
The old man humphed and hit his stein on the bar to get the barkeep's attention, seemingly satisfied with my answer. I had my eye on the belly dancer that the bards had with them, purple silks flowing as she danced, her soft belly bare and rolling in time to the music, broad hips jerking left and right, her full tits bouncing inside the wrap she wore to contain them. Long, strong legs carried her, ending in bare, dainty feet.
They finished playing and the troupe sat at a table, the dancer approaching the bar to order food and drink.
I approached her as she waited for the innkeeper to get her troupe's order, grateful that none of the other men in the inn planned on soliciting her themselves. It was all older men, likely with wives.
"I enjoyed your dancing." I opened with. She had smoky eyes, hair black as jet, with full, painted lips.
"Thank you." she replied.
"How much do you ask for your company?" I asked.
She turned to face me, glancing me up and down.
"I'll warm your bed for ten." she said.
I sucked air in through my teeth. I knew she wouldn't be cheap. Dancers aren't common whores, they have a more discerning attitude toward whom they sell their company to. The "ten" she referred to was the only universal currency there was in this new world; the teeth of aberrations.
Aberrations aren't beasts, they are strange things that seem to be the manifestations of dark magics out in the wilderness. They differ in size and form greatly, but the one common thing among them is the uniformity of their teeth; flat, slightly curved knife-like things about the size of a man's thumb. The flesh of aberrations is utterly inedible, causing insanity and mutations in anyone stupid enough to attempt its consumption. I've had to put down more than a few men who in the wilderness had exhausted their food and resorted to eating the meat of an aberration. It's quite possibly how the things multiply. As the greatest tangible threat in the wilderness, their teeth share universal value everywhere.
It's customary to haggle with merchants, but haggling with a woman over her company, however, isn't done.
"Ten." I agreed, glancing her up and down. She was worth ten, even if it was just pretty much the last of my coin.
I led her upstairs to my room, and she crawled onto the bed, giving me an exquisite view of her backside before turning and sitting in the middle of the bed, smirking at me expectantly. My weapons were already handing up in my room except for a dagger in my boot for emergencies. I slid off my bracers and boots, then unbuckled my belt and loincloth, placing them on the table along with her ten teeth in a neat pile, climbing onto the bed, naked. The dancer eyed my physique appreciatively, and raised her hands to caress my chest, running her fingertips across my scars.
"So many battles." she purred.
"And these are just the close calls." I replied, putting my hands on her shapely hips, feeling her soft flesh yield to my tough fingers. I pulled her to me and kissed her, and her tongue sought mine. They danced for a while, and as I caressed her body, I unfastened her dancer's garb, unwrapping her silks. She giggled and pushed me to lie back, then finished undressing herself, placing her expensive silks on the bedside table. I gazed at her naked body, her skin dusky, her tits full and high, her backside round and strong. She turned to face me and sat astride my thighs, looking down at the erection swelling between my legs, biting her lip. She leaned forward to stroke my chest, and I brought her down to my lips, kissing her again. She tasted of mint. She moaned as we kissed and reached down, lifting her hips and guided my dick into her pussy, exhaling as she slid down me, provoking a long, deep groan as I felt her envelop me. She broke the kiss and sit upright, further taking me inside her, my cock twitching as she held it deep inside her. She began rolling her hips, a practiced, expert motion as she pushed forward, rose on her knees, pushed her backside back, then lowered herself back down my length, watching her soft belly gyrate as she danced atop me. I reached up to massage her tits, pinching her nipples as she reached back to put her own hands on my thighs. She was a master of pleasure, able to react to me as easily as a change in tempo or key in a piece of music, picking up on my growing pleasure, slowing down and speeding up accordingly as she worked me to climax until she was lunging passionately, rocking the bed, a surprising amount of power in her thick body, and I had to grip her hips and hold her still as she brought me to orgasm. I thickened inside her and began firing furious volleys of cum deep inside her, making her tilt her head back, her long black hair tickling my thighs. I put my hands back on her tits as my orgasm faded and massaged them, exhaling with deep satisfaction as she gently moved on my dick, expert kegels milking me dry. She lowered herself to my face and we kissed, lazily coiling my arms around her as her tits pressed against my chest, compressing deliciously. My dick softened and slid out, a wad of cum spilling from her and splashing on my thighs.
After a few minutes of kissing, my dick began returning to life and I took her from behind, the headboard smacking the wall, my dancer moaning loudly, whorishly as I filled her with a second load.
"That's ten." she said as I withdrew, and I watched her cup her hand beneath her pussy to catch my cum spilling from her and step off the bed. She walked to the corner where a wash bucket and cloth sat on a stool and I watched her wash herself, enjoying every jiggle of her bare body, toned to perfection by her art. She dressed and took her teeth from the table and blew me a kiss as she left, the leather flap of a door swishing as she passed through.
Worth every tooth.
***
The next morning I strolled through the town. It was typical of its kind; a Druid's city, a man named Torvirax, and his ilk are very fond of naturalistic places. Their towers are huge trees in the branches of which they weave their homes. Everything is made similarly, plants, bushes and shrubs manipulated by the Druid's magic into homes, shops, inns, workshops. Sorcerers are masters of stone and fire, their cities are formed the same way dripping water alters the form of rocks; huge, single pieces of stone formed into the Sorcerer's tower, and their subjects' homes, shops, inns and workshops.
It was such a change from the wilderness. I thought back to poor Erik and the beautiful Gwen, scraping a living out in the wastes because they didn't want to live under the whims of a magician. I didn't blame them I guess. Gwen would likely have spent a few years in a harem before being allowed to marry Erik. I imagined that they left together to avoid such a thing, only to be left with no option but to have her use her body to pay me to protect them when the burned one had been harrying their livestock.
