Trc Lord Of The Glass Desert Ch 14

Chapter 14

Kashka felt extremely awkward the first night with the gazelles. Mostly because Kal refused to do anything unless she gave him explicit permission. After the previous night's shyness, it took a few minutes just to tell him to get into bed. Then, to make matters worse, the gazelles stood there and waited for her to give them instructions as well. Thankfully, she only needed to tell Kal and Rhim to continue what they started outside and didn't require her to get overly specific. Although the mischief in his eyes informed her the idea had crossed his mind.

The cat-girl climbed in next to them and watched as Rhim wailed her appreciation of Kal's skill with both his tongue and cock. She yammered on about how much better it felt than all the other times she'd been with a man. The mage finally kissed her and began slamming his prick into the gazelle-woman just to shut her up.

Coovie climbed onto the bed behind Kashka and indicated she might be interested in finding out what the cat-girl tasted like. Laika had spent plenty of time between the Kashka's legs, lapping at her sex as Kal slid his cock in and out of one of them, so she didn't dislike the idea.

"As long as you don't mind that I can't return the favor," she said, sticking out her tongue and running a finger down the raspy surface.

Coovie smiled and gently pushed her onto her back, "We're used to it. Remember what we said about the lioness's catching us?" Kashka nodded. "Just don't be as rough as they are, please?"

The cat-girl learned that a gazelle's tongue was solid black and slightly rougher than a human's. While it felt nice, her and Coovie's attention was more on the couple fucking like mad next to them.

Things went sideways when Kal finally drove Rhim over the edge. Besides scratching Kal's back hard enough to draw blood, the gazelle's orgasm didn't seem very interesting to Kashka other than being particularly intense. However, Coovie stopped licking and looked over at her friend in shock. The situation became very uncomfortable when Rhim's climax subsided. The gazelle clutched Kal like a child clinging to a parent and began sobbing as she apologized over and over. The woman howled how sorry she was to all of her past husbands for what she did to them and how she didn't know it could have been this good the entire time.

Coovie crawled up the bed and nudged Kal out of the way. Laying down next to the distraught gazelle, she took Rhim in her arms and gently rocked her as she cried.

Kashka rolled on her side and pushed herself up on an elbow as Kal took up a place behind her with his quickly deflating cock brushing against her ass. They watched as the two women embraced and listened to Coovie tell her friend that they weren't bad or evil, that they just didn't know there was a different way or understand what they were doing to their mates.

Kashka looked back at the mage, "You need to do it again, Kal."

"Do you think that's wise, Mistress?"

"This was supposed to be her reward for helping you. It's turned into a punishment. Also, you've only had sex with her, not made love to her."

Coovie perked up at her words. "What do you mean he hasn't made love to her? That's what they were doing," she said.

Kashka lifted a leg into the air and reached down. While not fully hard, the mage's cock had regained some of its stiffness from rubbing against her bottom. Looking back at him, she directed it into her sex and said, "Make love to me, Kal."

"As you wish."

Kal lowered his head until their lips met as he slowly pushed the rest of the way into her. One arm came around and cradled her head while they kissed as the other lightly brushed across her breasts and belly, occasionally dipping down to tease her clit.

After a few minutes of slowly stroking in and out of Kashka's sex, Kal wrapped his arms tightly around her as he began to speed up. Their lips parted and he leaned down to plant tiny kisses along her neck and shoulder as she started panting and moaning from the pleasure.

Kal turned Kashka's head and pressed his lips to hers again as he sped up slightly. They were still nowhere near the pounding pace he set with Rhim when he threw his hips forward and held himself inside her. A low growl emanated from his throat, and Kashka gasped as his cock pulsed inside her. She moaned into his mouth as the cum flowing into her pussy triggered her orgasm, and the mage grunted as her sex tightened around his cock.

When they finally broke their kiss, Kashka looked over at the gazelles while Kal rested his chin on her shoulder as he gradually softened.

Coovie was still cradling Rhim even though they were both staring with awe at her and Kal.

"I want that," said Rhim with an air of reverence.

"Me too," said Coovie.

The cat-girl smiled at them as she caught her breath. "I believe it's part of Kal's plan for you to have moments like this with your future mates."

The mage hummed in agreement and kissed Kashka's cheek before looking over at the gazelles. "That's only part of it. I want you two to teach what we learn about your mating scent to other monster girls you encounter. The best way to improve relations between humans and monster girls is to stop making the humans feel like they are under attack.

"You may encounter few men willing to spend the night with you, but don't expect it. Also, it will probably take some time before you run into a human willing to settle down with you. Even then, humans have very different needs. Having an aware and active human mate will probably require settling near a village and building a house for them to live in. We aren't made for your nomadic lifestyle."

Rhim and Coovie both looked at him in confusion. "There are several nomadic human tribes that wander the southern lands."

Looking back at the mage, Kashka chuckled, "So you don't know everything?"

Kal rolled his eyes, "I never claimed to know everything. It's a good thing too, or I would feel even more foolish for not knowing about these tribes."

"This is going to be a big change to our lives, isn't it?" asked Coovie, her expression betraying her worry.

"Yes," said Kashka as she squirmed for a moment while pressing back into Kal's chest, "but in return, you will get moments like this with your husband in your own bed and your own home." She enjoyed a moment of contentment before wiggling free of the mage. "But, as I said earlier, Kal, you need to finish taking care of your helper. I believe I heard her ask you to reapply some of Cyrene's slime on the way back here?"

Kal chuckled, "She did, and I took care of that in the restroom after cleaning the dirt off her."

Rhim giggled, "We nearly didn't make it here."

"Then get hard again," Kashka commanded. "Rhim, you take my spot."

"Yes, mistress," said Kal.

After a moment's hesitation, Rhim stammered, "Y--Yes M--Mistress."

"Not you too!" Kashka huffed at the gazelle and getting a laugh from Kal and Coovie as Rhim looked genuinely concerned she had done something wrong. The cat shooed her into position with a smile to let her know she wasn't actually upset while Kal began tracing a rune in the air.

By the time the rune was complete, Rhim had laid her head on the arm he was using. Kal reached over her with his other hand, grabbed the rune out of the air, lifted a leg, and pointed it at his scrotum. The spell brightened as he activated it before vanishing.

Coovie stared as his cock started growing again. "Can all humans do that, and we just didn't know about it?" she asked Kashka with a hint of despair creeping into her voice.

"No," said Kal as he lowered his leg. "Remember, I'm a magic-user, and I don't think many mages know this spell. Don't expect other humans to do what I just did."

"However, they may be able to do something similar with their mating scent," offered Kashka.

"True. But it should only be used sparingly. My magic prevents the bad effects of being hard for hours and hours. I also have healing spells at my disposal. Other human men can be severely hurt by staying hard for too long."

Coovie and Rhim shared a look. From their expressions, they were reliving an unpleasant memory.

"It's in the past. You know better now and won't let it happen again, right?" said Kal.

Both gazelles nodded but looked sad.

"Do you want to continue?" Kal asked Rhim, slipping his prick between her asscheeks and nudging her pucker.

She tried to look back at him, but her antlers pointed tips hung up in the bedclothes and she settled with a sidelong look. There was sadness in her eyes. "No, I don't think I do," she said softly. Kal canceled the spell on his groin, then held Rhim tight as Coovie sidled over to hug her friend from the front. Together the gazelles began crying, not from missed opportunities like Rhim earlier, but from the knowledge they were the cause of the excruciating pain some of their previous mates experienced with them.

Kashka sighed. The mood was gone, and the gazelles needed to forgive themselves more than they needed sex. The cat-girl laid down opposite Kal and hugged Coovie from behind until they finally fell asleep.

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A few days later, the four of them stood a little way from the road with Coovie a short distance downwind.

Kal tried not to chuckle as the gazelle glared at him.

"Do you really need to watch?" she asked, annoyed.

"I need to be sure you aren't cheating," he replied.

The gazelle-woman stood with her legs spread, holding a glass bottle to her crotch. The bottle had a black ring traced around it just under half full and a red ring higher up. The black ring showed where her mating scent took effect while the red indicated too much, and her target male would go into a lust craze.

"Hmph," grunted the gazelle as she relaxed and started filling the bottle. Kal said she needed to learn the proper timing and amount without looking down, or she wouldn't get her reward. Coovie glanced at Rhim. The other gazelle stood next to Kal, looking quite pleased with herself. She had good reason. Coovie could see where her sex was still swollen from the mage bending her over for a hard, fast fuck a few minutes ago. As Coovie looked on, she saw a dollop of Kal's cum drip onto her friend's thigh.

Wetness soaked the hand holding the bottle as it overflowed.

"Dammit!" she yelled, pulling the container away. Grumbling with annoyance, she squatted down and finished emptying her bladder while dumping the bottle's contents out

With a disappointed sigh, Kal stepped over and cast a cleaning spell on the bottle and her hand as she finished. "I was looking forward to giving you your reward," he said, helping her to her feet.

"So was I. You could have warned me," pouted the gazelle.

"That would defeat the purpose. You need to learn the proper amount to use when hunting for your next husband."

"How come she doesn't need to piss in a bottle?" Coovie asked, pointing at Kashka.

"Because I'm not wandering the savannah looking for a mate," the cat-girl replied.

"Besides," said Kal, "she's still my Mistress for the time being. If she doesn't want to pee in a bottle, I can't make her."

Kashka leveled a glare at the mage, "I wish you would explain this whole 'Mistress' nonsense. Not that I'm really complaining, having you at my beck and call has been fun. I'm just confused as to why."

"I'm not sure I want to tell you just yet," he said with a laugh. "I've been enjoying not worrying about what happens in the bedroom other than staying hard."

"Ria told me you haven't done this with any of your other lovers, that she knows of."

Kal scratched his head, "I haven't? It seems like it would have happened at least once before."

"She said most of your women prefer when you take the lead in the bedroom but that you didn't mind sitting back and letting them have their way when they are in the mood to be demanding."

The mage shrugged, "It only seems fair. They put up with me whenever I get demanding. It's only right I do the same," he said, taking the bottle from Coovie. "Ria, store this, please."

"Is that what you do? Put up with us?" said the cat-girl, raising an eyebrow.

"Bad choice of words on my part, but you know what I meant," he said as they started back toward the road. Kal began turning to avoid the merchant wagon coming up the road, but the assortment of waterskins and leather bottles hanging from the side caught his eye.

"You three keep going. I have an idea that might help," he said, pointing at the cart.

Kashka nodded before turning and continuing on a path parallel to the road with Rhim and Coovie in tow. Their lead on the main body of merchant wagons had dwindled as Kal worked with the gazelles, and encountering them had become a fairly common occurrence. If they were already on the road, they just moved to the side until the merchant passed. But, if they saw a cart while coming back to the road from camp, or one of these 'training' breaks, they often stayed out on the savannah to avoid harassment.

This wagon was larger than usual and required six horses to pull while two plodded along behind it on leads. The style seemed to be more for traveling families. Inside was food storage and a small bed that could be rolled up and stashed out of the way near the wagon's wooden roof. The outer sides were shelves covered by wooden panels that folded down and turned into storefronts, kitchens, or workshops. The extra weight from the shelving and goods within also demanded extra horses. From the wide variety of leather workmanship hanging from the cart's sides, Kal was hoping this was one of the wagons with a workshop.

"Ho, there!" Kal called as he trotted up to the drivers. The man on the far side wore clothes that marked him as Fazalan and leaned over to peer at him. The hired guard in the seat closer to him wore minimal clothing. His attire consisted of a pair of shorts, a short cape to protect his shoulders from the sun, and a very wide straw hat. The man glared and held his long, whip-like stick at the ready as Kal approached.

"I saw you sell water and wineskins. Is there a chance you make them as well?" said the mage as he got closer.

"Are you needing something bigger?" the man asked. By how his mouth moved, Kal guessed he spoke in the Fazalan tongue.

"Actually, no, I need some a little smaller." Kal retrieved the marked bottle from Ria. Holding it up, he pointed a little bit below the red line. "One that holds about this much and no more."

The man seemed surprised that Kal spoke the Fazalan tongue, but his eyes widened with interest when the mage summoned the bottle. After a moment's thought, the merchant turned and called out. "Chaldi, this man wants some custom canteens. See what you can do to help him."

"Are the ones hanging in the side not good enough?" came a woman's voice from inside the cart. A second later, the speaker poked her head through an opening between the men to regard Kal with curiosity. Kal held up the bottle and pointed at it again. "Oh," said the woman. "No, I don't have any that small, but if you don't mind traveling with us for the day, I can make you one."

"I'm interested in at least two, but I'll take as many as you can make."

Chaldi turned to her husband, "Stop so I can get my tools and leather," she told him before disappearing into the back of the cart again. The merchant tugged the reins, and his wife hopped out the back of the wagon as they came to a stop. Kal walked around and watched with interest as her husband opened the wagon's side. She picked up a small pot with what seemed to be rendered fat inside and handed it to Kal, then grabbed some leatherworking tools, a few rolls of tanned leather, some thread, and a lap-sized workbench. Lifting the pot and taking a sniff, Kal detected the faint smell of beeswax, not lard.

Her husband closed the wagon's side as Chaldi placed her items in the back of the cart and climbed in.

She sat down and took the pot from Kal then placed the lap bench across her legs as the cart started moving. "I can make the canteens in a few hours, but you'll have to wait until we stop for the night so I can melt this down and seal them," she said, tapping the pot. "Judging by your clothing, I think it's fair to say you won't have any issues paying for these?" she asked while trimming the leather.

"I'm certain I have more than enough to cover a few waterskins," he assured her. "since this will take the rest of the day, I may go join my companions and return when you make camp tonight," said Kal, pointing off to the side of the road.

Holding her work to the lap bench, Chaldi stuck her head out the back of the wagon and looked where he was indicating. Frowning, she sat back, "You don't look very 'captured.'"

"I'm not. The cat is my servant, by her own insistence, and we'll be parting ways with the gazelles when we reach the next town. The bottles are for them."

"Cat?" asked Chaldi as she leaned forward again. "Oh, I didn't see her a second ago. Are these parting gifts for spreading their legs?" she asked, sitting back and returning to her work.

"Not quite. They're helping me with some research and agreed to teach what we learn to any other monster girls they encounter."

"Now I'm curious. Is this some kind of secret? Or can you tell me what this 'research' is?"

"I'm trying to teach them how to use their mating scent properly."

"Properly?"

Kal for thought a moment. "I'm helping them use their scent to tease and entice a man into bed instead of making him lust crazy and effectively kidnapping him." He looked out at the two women. "These past few days have been hard on them. I explained in detail what they did to their previous husbands, including how much pain the men suffered at their hands. They didn't take it well at times, but they are willing to learn and change."

"The men suffered? Did they stab them with their antlers?"

"The men probably would have preferred that. Their mating scent makes a man hard, but he'll go soft for a while every few hours. I believe it's a protection built into monster girls back when they were created. Unfortunately, getting their mate hard is specific to each monster girl. Between the two of them, some of their partners never got the chance to go soft. After a few hours, that can be a very bad thing for a man."

Chaldi finished cutting the leather and began punching the holes for future sewing. "And here I thought it was every man's dream to stay hard and buried inside a puss for days at a time."

Kal chuckled, "I won't say the thought isn't enticing, but it looks like there is a good reason we can't."

The leatherworker's smile faded, "You said they can make a man hard without making him run off with her?"

"Yes, that's what I'm trying to teach them."

Chaldi glanced back at her husband, then fixed Kal with an intense stare, "Will it work on a man who can't get hard?"

"Um, I don't know. We've only tested it on me, and I don't have that problem."

"My husband has the nicest cock of any man I've been with," she said in low tones. "But for the past few years, he's had a problem staying hard, or getting it up at all. He's been accommodating and even let me buy a male prostitute a few times, but he hasn't been inside my puss in months. I miss the feeling, and I know it hurts him."

"And you want to see if their mating scent will help?" Kal asked.

Chaldi nodded.

"I feel this is a unique opportunity, so I'm willing if the girls are. However, there are some things you need to know. First, their mating scent is mixed with their urine. Second, their scent tends to fixate a man on that monster girl. If we try this, there is a chance he won't be interested in you at first. And finally, if one of the girls use too much, he will chase her down and fuck her, and there won't be a damn thing you or I can do about it." He glanced off to the side of the road again, "After the last few days, I think they'd be as upset as you and your husband if that happened."