Chapter 1e- The Inquisitor's Daughter
May 1, 1979 - Midgard Time
30 years after Summerset and Glenna marry-
11 years before Viridian is born-
"Rrrrrraaaaaagggggghhhhh, Godddddeeessssss!" Maroelynd screamed, growled, and yelled all at the same time. Anthiehl was right beside her as she gripped his hand like she was going to rip it off!
Crys was on Maroelynd's other side, holding her other hand and was rubbing Maroelynd's gravid belly as she encouraged, "Just one more push..."
"Goddddeeeessssss!" She shrieked as she bore down...
"Oh! Here it comes!" Glenna purred, as she held her hands out as the tiny, pink, long eared, infant squeezed out of Maroelynd. Only once she had the whole child in her hands did she hold it up and announce, "Congratulations Lord Anthiehl, Lady Lupinglade, it's a girl!"
Ana stepped up beside Glenna and with cauterizing shears and cut the umbilical cord, and then Glenna handed the babe to Anthiehl.
"It's... another beautiful girl my dear," Anthiehl said with a smile as he counted toes and fingers, and yet his tone revealed his disappointment in her not being a son.
It was enough to set Maroelynd off. Of all times to be disappointed, this was not it.
"Yes, husband!" Maroelynd growled as she reached for her daughter, "Without females the species dies out just like if there are no males!"
"I know," He sighed apologetically and handed the infant over, "It's just..."
"Just nothing!" Maroelynd interrupted as she looked at her new child and smiled before putting her on a swollen breast already leaking milk, "I have given you six sons! Six! And, I will not stop until I am too old to give you any more heirs!"
Glenna looked up her black orbs startled and began to shake her head, "My Lady Maroelynd..."
"I know, I know," She interrupted with a smirk.
"My Lady," Glenna continued anyway, so that Anthiehl could hear and hopefully get involved somehow, "This is highly irregular. I have never known any woman, muchless Alfari women, that have had children sooner than ten years apart! And you, you have been having offspring every two years, with the exception of the four year break after the twins. I don't think your body can handle much more of this. You must rest!"
"I know I know," Maroelynd answered again as she smiled down into her daughter's beautiful violet eyes. When she looked up she held out a hand for Glenna to take, and once Glenna did she continued, "I will rest now, I promise. With this child I am caught up. With her arrival, I have at last given my Lord all of the heirs I have been aching to produce for him for the last two-hundred years. Thank you Glenna. Thank you Yul'Anahaen. And, thank you Cryst'veyhl! With your help I have conceived and carried thirteen heirs for my Lord over these past thirty years. You have my deepest... unreserved... unmeasurable... gratitude! You have no idea how I longed for this!"
"I... can imagine," Glenna mumbled as Maroelynd pulled her in for a kiss and hug. It was true. For thirty years she had been trying to conceive Summerset's heir, but hadn't. There was never even a single pregnancy for there to be miscarriages. What was wrong with her? Whereas her mother, Yul'Anahaen, who insisted on being called Ana now since they were sister-wives instead of mother and daughter, got pregnant on their marriage night! Since then Ana had conceived and given birth twice more, giving Summerset two daughters and a son while she had, to date, produced nothing for him...
"Don't worry Glenna," Maroelynd whispered into her ear, "You will figure this out, or it is the will of the goddesses. Maybe Seline is making you wait for a reason?"
"I will just have to trust in her wisdom then," Glenna whispered just before giving Maroelynd another kiss on the cheek, "And, thank you for the encouragement. I needed to hear it..."
"Now," She purred as she pulled away, "Let me finish or you will be stuck here all day with an umbilical cord hanging out of you!"
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After supervising Maroelynd's afterbirth, Cryst'veyhl and Ana performed a reading of it and pronounced the child's health good with good omens. Maroelynd smiled and sighed in relief, then named the child Talanis Lupinglade, Anthiehl Vale's sixth daughter. The nurses were then brought in to dispose of the placenta and change the sheets and towels.
Glenna found herself meandering as she walked the halls of her childhood home. Nostalgia filled up her senses with familiar sounds and scents as she stepped out into the grass of Gnaema's Garden. She followed the cobblestone path through the park and picked herbs along the way and chewed them raw and swallowed. Everything that was grown was either an aphrodisiac or a fertility enhancer. Eventually she found herself standing in front of the moonpool.
She wore almost nothing these days. As her husband's wife, and especially as an Apostle of Seline, she must present her body as the living image of her goddess. Therefore, today she wore a simple silver underwire that followed the curves of her breasts, and a silver hipwire that curved over her hips and followed the curves of where her thick buttocks met the small of her back. Fastened to the underwire by hoops and hooks were two shear pieces of gauze that clipped behind her neck in a transparent bra, and from the hipwire hung the same gauze skirt that was completely open in the front but circled around and fell to drag on the ground for four feet behind her. Aside from that she wore only the Moon Tiara of her station as a priestess, ear rings and a necklace that Summerset had gifted her for their anniversary, and a marriage ring on her left hand made of silver and gold with a large sapphire set in it.
Unhooking the fabric that made up her bra and skirt, she set it on the altar to Seline then pulled off her jewelry. The underwire and hipwire were the last to be set on top of the gauze, and then she stepped down into the cold water. Kneeling down she started cleansing herself with the water as she looked up at the moon in the day's sky and prayed, "Goddess, I beseech thee, hear the crying of my heart. I, an Apostle to you Seline, am barren! For thirty years I have lain only with my husband, and for thirty years I have failed to conceive. I, a living image of you. I, a symbol of your fertility, am sterile! Please, listen to my wailing, and grant me a fertile belly with which to conceive my Lord's heir!"
"No doubt if there is indeed a goddess that hears you, she would surely grant your petition..."
Glenna jumped in fright and spun around to face a Nottalfar man. His head was shaved, his moonlight white skin was dim just as hers was, and he had an eye patch where he was missing his right eye. As for clothing, he stood there in a cleric's robe of silver and moonsilk but beneath she could hear the chink of plate schynbalds and chainmail, and over the it all he wore a tunic. Perfectly white with a black crescent moon and a sword pointed straight down.
He was a cleric of the Crescent Moon Inquisition!
Glenna felt shock blushing her cheeks, but gathering herself she stood up and replied, "Doubting Seline's existence is sedition and sacrilege for one of your kind is it not?"
"Everything has its place... Even the idea of gods and goddesses," He answered with a sinister smirk as he ogled her, "Though I believe you are quite adequately correct in claiming to be the living image of her sexuality..."
Her brows furrowed and she felt increasingly nervous as he stared at her, "Who are you? And, how did you come to be on my property?" She hissed.
"I am an Inquisitor, I go wherever the goddess leads me," He purred salaciously, "And, she has led me to you. That is really all you need to know, but I am feeling generous so I will tell you. My name is Elrodalf Gaihl..."
Glenna hissed as her eyes opened wide with shock.
"Yes," He chuckled, "So now you understand."
"Your brother made an honorless challenge," She spat as she stepped out of the moonpool and began gathering her possessions and dressing, "And he was summarily beaten in a lawful duel witnessed by hundreds and the High Priestess herself. If you have a grievance I suggest you take it up with her."
"Your right," He answered with a nod as he took a quick step up to her and cast a vial of golden dust into her face, "As far as the government and the church are concerned the matter is closed, and yet, I am still grieved!"
On reflex Glenna retreated from him, but also on reflex, she inhaled deeply in preparation to scream. The gold dust tickled her nostrils and burned her mouth and eyes, and as the dust settled on her skin she began to feel warm, and then hot. She coughed and hissed and rubbed at her eyes, and then she felt a fire light in her womb that was so blazing hot that her lubrication began to run out of her vagina and down her inner thighs as it tried to cool her suddenly aching need!
"What?" She gasped as her hands brushed against her breasts and it felt like tingling electricity arcing across her skin penetrating every nerve in her body causing her to hiss and sigh all at the same time.
"What did I do" Elrodalf chuckled as he slowly approached and traced a single finger down her cleavage, to her belly, and then slid down until he was cupping her pubic mound in his hand as a single finger delved into her sex.
She gasped at his touch and nearly fainted at the pleasure that surged through her body and filled her mind. She wished to back away and jump into the moonpool and try to wash the gold dust off, but instead her knees buckled and she leaned into Elrodalf.
Leaning it he hissed into her long, twitching, ears, "You see Ordwalf's murder might be settled with everyone else, but it isn't with us Gaihls. I have spent thirty years searching for a way to revisit the insult you and your husband did to us, and for thirty years it took me to attain the rank of 'Inspector' within the Inquisition. I must say I was beginning to lose my resolve, but today I received my new assignment, and guess where I will be posted?"
"V... Valeheim," She gasped as his fingers penetrated her a little deeper.
"That's right," He chuckled, "So this is how it is going to be. This gold dust is the most intoxicating, the most powerful, enchanted aphrodisiac ever concocted by an alchemist. It penetrates your body and overwrites your fertility cycle, and makes you highly suggestable, weakening your mind and body to submit to me. With a word you will beg for me to seed your womb until you are overflowing, and with a single word your body will ovulate so that I may impregnate you!"
"No!" She begged as Elrodalf pulled her clothes away from her and set them back on the altar.
