~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~
Luke Timmons has a new life in a new world and is now known as Loki. Avoid missing out on any sticky details by reading the chapters in the order they're written. If the admins are as gracious as they are handsome, new chapters should appear every day or so until we reach the end.
~~~ Nella's House ~~~
I woke up just as Nella stuffed my cock back inside of her slender channel. I grinned up at her.
"I couldn't let you leave without getting one last load of your seed, handsome," she practically purred.
I laughed - and reached up to squeeze her swaying double-D tits - before sliding my hands down her curvy sides, over her hips, and grasping her rounded ass-cheeks in my hands. I squeezed them and pulled her harder and faster onto my already-aching cock.
"Gods, I love your cunt, you minx," I told my mature lover.
"Promise you'll come find me," she begged.
"I'll do my best," I assured her.
I groaned. Her cunt was already driving me insane. Even now, I was having to focus to keep from spewing inside of her. She was still working on her first climax and I had no intention of spoiling it for her.
I grabbed her stiff nipples in my fingers and pulled on them.
"Holy Father!" Nella gasped. "I'm on fire! Never have I burned so intensely with lust. Hear my plea, All-Father. Grant my request. My womb needs this man's seed to keep from wasting away."
I got the feeling that the All-Father was actually listening to her. I also got the feeling that he wanted to know if I wanted to knock Nella up. I mentally shook my head, no. I loved fucking this woman but I was still too new to this world to know if getting her pregnant would fuck up our lives.
Before he turned his attention from her, I felt his finger touch her forehead. She screamed out her orgasm, squirting girl-jizz all over me. I shook my head, grinning. My patron god was a fun-loving guy who seemed to have a penchant for granting orgasms. I groaned as Nella's intensive climax set my balls off and I began spewing my load into her.
When we finished coming down from our post-coital high, we (once again) pulled the sheet from the mattress so that it could dry.
Still naked, I hugged Nella from behind and playfully poked her in the ass with my semi-rigid prick. She giggled while she tried to work as I molested her breasts, tummy, hips, thighs, vulva, and clitoris - while nibbling and kissing her neck and shoulders.
Nella sat on my lap to eat again. This time, however, my cock was buried fully within her vagina while we ate. She squirmed whenever I started to go soft - causing me to remain rigid within her.
When I had finished eating, she climbed off of me, dropped to her knees and dutifully cleaned my cock. She pouted when I told her that she probably wouldn't be able to get me to cum again before it was time for me to leave. She made me promise to shower her in my jism the next time I came to visit. Neither of us knew when I'd be back but it was an easy request for me to grant.
Finally, I shouldered my pack and Nella walked me to the door. She opened it and then wrapped her arms around me to give me one last kiss. I flinched as the point of a knife jabbed into my side. Nella ended the kiss and turned to her left to look at the thief that was standing beside us in the open doorway.
I reached my right hand for him and he caught it and held it, twisting it and applying pressure. His other hand still held the knife to my belly.
I sent the pain from the knife to his body - I chased it up with the aches and pains that I had taken from Nella when I'd found her.
The thief cried out but did not relent. He still struggled with my hand and kept the knife against my stomach. I considered giving him the missing foot - from the dog. Instead, I transferred the injuries to him from the woman at the well - a broken foot - as well as painful lacerations and the piercing wounds from the shards of pottery. The second goiter disappeared as the magic moved the injuries to his body. He screamed in agony and - now being unable to balance - fell to the ground beside the house.
In seconds, Nella had retrieved the man's blade. She jammed it up under his chin - piercing his brain and ending his agony. He died with his eyes open wide in pain and confusion.
Nella looted the body and I relieved him of his clothing - loading it into my travel pack. My lusty lover handed me the dead man's knife and coin purse. She'd also discovered a gold ring, and a silver nose ring. That item was a little grosser than I cared to think about but I wasn't about to turn it down. I opened the coin purse and dropped the thing inside - assuming I could somehow turn it into coin as well.
The thief's boots were far nicer than the shoes I'd gotten from the murderer in the alley. I switched to those and threw the dilapidated shoes on top of the corpse.
"Do I need to move the body?" I asked.
She shook her head and replied, "It'll slow down the others."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and finally got the kiss she'd been after before we'd been interrupted. I chuckled at her and messed up the kiss. She bit my lip and started over again. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her curvy butt.
"Come back in a few days," she told me. "If this place isn't boarded up, then there will be a room here for you."
"Which room would that be?" I asked with a grin.
She pinched my dick and kissed me again. I groped her massive breasts and returned her lusty kisses.
I headed up the narrow side-street until I met the larger path. Every street was simple dirt that had been walked on until it was nearly as hard as stone - at least until it rained. I began to hope that somewhere there were streets that were made of something better and perhaps I was just in the poorer section of town. Surely a community of this size wasn't paved entirely with hard-packed dirt...?
I had a pack over my shoulder, a dagger on my belt (with another smaller one tucked into my boot), and a sturdy walking stick. I was cleaner than I'd been since I arrived in this place - whatever it was called - and I had more things to call my own than ever before.
I had a lump on my collarbone that contained a missing foot. Hearing myself say that in my mind made me chuckle. There was no foot there - but there was (through magic) the ability for me to cause someone's foot to suddenly disappear.
Determined to try to get the city at least somewhat mapped out in my mind, I followed Nella's steps back the way we had traveled until I returned, once more, to the main thoroughfare - the one where I had seen the palanquin before being dragged into the alley and finding the widow and her dead husband.
Once I got back to the main road, I turned to the right (north) and continued along the way. In the distance, I could see taller buildings. There was a chance that the ground was simply higher there - but the buildings also looked nicer than the ones where I had already been - so that suggested that it was a more prosperous part of the city than the one that I was in.
I walked another half-mile or so, passing the walled cisterns for waste collection - as well as the public wells. Despite the fact that this place was not modern in any sense of the word, I was somewhat impressed that they had managed to build as much infrastructure into the city as they had.
As I passed a well on the left side of the road, I watched as a little girl who couldn't have been much more than five or six dragged a clay jar on the ground. The jar was half her size. She was following a girl who was maybe twice her age who was also dragging a clay water jar.
The two girls were struggling and I could see they were going to be in trouble. They were still moving towards the well. Their jars were empty. Those containers would be even heavier once they were filled. There was no way those two little girls were going to be able to manage.
Curious to see how the other women and girls reacted, I stepped to the wall of the closest building and leaned on my staff to watch.
The smaller girl brushed her sweaty, grimy bangs from her face - attempting to clear the sweat from her eyes. She called out to the older girl. That girl abandoned her jar and went to help the smaller child with hers. The 10-year-old hefted the jar into her arms and waddled with it - carrying it over to the one that she'd already been fighting with. The 5-year-old panted heavily until she got her breath back and then followed. The poor little thing looked exhausted. The older girl wasn't much better.
"Hanna," she said softly. "I don't think I can do it."
"We must, Alia," the 10-year-old replied quietly. "Zima needs water to tend the house-mother."
"I know, Hanna, but the jar is so heavy..."
"We'll just have to take our time."
"Zima said to hurry...," the smaller girl reminded her.
One of the older teens that was waiting for her turn at the bucket came over and talked softly to the pair. The "house-mother" was, apparently, the manager of some sort of orphanage. Zima was the oldest girl in the home and served as the woman's assistant. The woman had fallen ill and the kids were trying to work together to keep things running until she got better.
The teen carried the two water jars over and set them by the two that she had brought to the well. When it was her turn for the bucket, she filled all four of the jars.
The teen spoke with a couple of the older women but - despite the fact that they felt sorry for the girls - they all had things to get back home to do and couldn't spare the time to leave their own water-containers at the well while they assisted the two orphans.
The teenager was looking around, unhappy about the whole situation - trying to figure out what to do. I decided that it was time for me to step in. I walked over slowly until the three looked at me. I dropped to one knee.
"I apologize for eavesdropping on your conversation. I will help the little ones carry their jars," I told the teen.
"Why would you help them?" she asked cautiously, growing suspicious about my intentions.
"I'm new," I said. "I realize that there are lots of people who want nothing more than to take advantage of others. I'm not sure what to say to get you to believe me but I just want to help. I also happen to be a healer and I plan to talk to the house-mother to see if she'll let me heal her."
"She's sleeping but tossing and turning and moaning," the smaller girl (Alia) said.
"Then I'll get Zima's permission to heal her," I said patting the child gently on her head.
I positioned the two water jars near one another and then slid my walking-stick through the handles. I crouched down, gripped the handles of the jars to steady them, tucked my head under the stave, and tried to stand.
"Holy shit, that's heavy!" I gasped, failing to gain my feet and falling back to my knees.
The girls all laughed. A few of the older women did as well.
"The pretty darling isn't used to work," one said, grinning at me.
"You're a better man than me if you can carry them," I replied with a wink.
She cackled with laughter.
"Square yourself and lift straight up. Girls, help him," she said.
With the help of Hanna and the teenager, I successfully got to my feet. The wooden bar pressed into my shoulders and I had to wriggle a bit to move the thing so that it was more comfortable.
"Gods above!" I exclaimed. "You all make this look so easy!"
"You'll tighten up that ass of yours, pretty boy," the old woman said with a grin.
She swatted me on the butt. Her eyes widened.
"Your ass is already pretty firm," she said.
I laughed when she fluttered her eyelashes at me.
"Lead on, Alia," I said.
"How do you know my name?" she asked, placing her fists on her hips.
"He was listening to us," Hanna told her.
"Tell me your name," Alia insisted.
