Amina grunted, lowering her head to improve the angle, until her firm breasts brushed Zhura's torso. Zhura's fingers flicked and pinched her friend's stiff nipples. She could feel Amina's whole body shudder as their bellies pressed together. Zhura almost wished they were reversed, head to toe, so that she could see the demon's cock fill Amina, and taste them both.
When Amina let loose a long sigh, Zhura knew the demon had hit bottom. Then it began to draw itself out of Amina's stretched cunt. Amina rocked back with the sanju, so that much of her weight was off of Zhura. The demon began long, slow, steady strokes, wheezing and panting.
Zhura felt something next to her head, and realized it was the length of Kaj's hard cock. She looked up at him. He watched his lover in wonder and fear. Zhura reached up to caress him, and took him into her mouth.
He moaned softly, a surprised look on his face as he fed her his turgid manhood. For one long moment, his eyes met with hers. Zhura held his hips as he thrust deeper into her mouth. She choked. But she urged Kaj on with her eyes and hands, telling him without words that she trusted him completely. She wanted all he could give.
Zhura's throat made wet, gulping sounds as he rutted her mouth, balls smacking softly on her forehead. The sweat and masculine musk of him caused her hips to thrust up involuntarily with need. Zhura's mound mashed against her friend's shaven slit.
Amina's cries matched the rhythm of the demon rutting her. Its huge cock drove all the way in, and pulled nearly all the way out, reaming her cunt thoroughly.
Zhura wished she could see Amina being rutted, but all she could see was Kaj's cock and balls above her face as he lunged more and more insistently. She knew he was thrilled to watch Amina. She felt Kaj's hands, rough and hungry, squeezing her breasts, as she writhed under him.
Finally, he cried out as he came. Zhura held him, her fingers digging into the cheeks of his butt, feeling jets of his seed pool in her mouth, swallowing as he fed her. Heat spread from her throat and belly. She continued to suckle until he gasped and pulled away, sitting back.
Amina was bent double, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as the demon clutched her hips and rutted her. Its pace and intensity had reached the point that the creature was nearly toppling her over with each lurching thrust.
Zhura stood up before Amina and braced her friend to keep her from falling. The demon continued to rut Amina until it howled and unleashed its seed deep inside her. Amina's legs trembled as it filled her up. Only Zhura and the demon held her upright. When the demon collapsed, sprawling in exhaustion in the ferns, Zhura eased her friend down to lay back on the mat.
The sanju seemed to be barely conscious, and its cock began to shrink back to that of its androgynous state. Kaj was sitting on the mat at Amina's head, steadily stroking his wet, half-hard cock.
Zhura stood over the prone demon. "What is the sanju's name?" she demanded.
"Miliki'tiki," it wheezed.
"Miliki'tiki," she repeated.
The creature's body began to smoke, letting off a dark, oily cloud that thickened and eventually consumed its entire form. The cloud wafted into the summoning stone and disappeared.
"I didn't notice that happen before," Kaj said.
"I think we were all distracted last night," said Zhura with a wink. She gazed down at Amina. Her friend's legs spread invitingly. Her cunt leaking silvery demon seed.
"Speaking of which..." Zhura said.
She knelt down between Amina's dark thighs, pressing them apart even further. Then she bent and began to lap up the creamy spend, tasting its smoky flavor and Amina's own pungent juice. Amina moaned, thrusting her hips up weakly. When she had licked all of the seed from Amina's inner thighs, Zhura spread her friend's nether lips and began to tongue her cunt. The heady scent of sex and cum was overwhelming. New power flowed through Zhura's body as she ingested more and more of the sweet and salty flow. Amina's fingers quested lovingly through Zhura's braids, massaging her scalp.
Zhura she felt Kaj's big hands gripping her thick ass, and his rejuvenated cock pushing at the entrance to her throbbing cunt from behind. She moaned eagerly, rocking back against him, welcoming him inside her.
She was more than ready.
**
Mibega stank.
The town, whose name meant 'crossroads' in the Nubic tongue of the Hill Kingdoms, was built on a once-wooded plateau above a fall of the Little Mongoose. From its vantage point, one surveyed the forested rises to the south and the ribbon of the river as it cut into rocky gorges downstream. A gated wall of baked and dried mud blocks, twice as high as any man, surrounded it on all sides. Warding stones were built into the walls, poking above it like points on a crown.
A village like Boma sat upon soil that was constantly renewed, flooded with rain and stream and silt, loosened by the roots of vegetable gardens that grew around every home. Families built with grass, and when a hut blew down, it was quickly and easily replaced. Chickens and goats roamed everywhere, digging up worms and roots and offal, refreshing the earth.
By contrast, Mibega's soil grew stale and caked with accumulated years of waste. Walls kept out floods and wind, and the mud brick of homes and buildings that were stuffed within slowly sank in the buried mess. Crowds of unwashed bodies added to the stagnant reek.
As Zhura wandered with Kaj and Amina through Mibega's eastern market, it was all she could do not to hold a handful of cloth over her nose. Traders hawked antelope skins and cotton bolts and leopard furs and peacock feathers and indigo and wood carvings and amber and tea leaves and kola nuts and dozens of other wares. Herding boys led tamed buffalo and goats around and even through the stalls, trampling and shitting on goods that peddlers had lain out on the ground. Two spearmen pushed through a crowd, arguing with a merchant about thieves. A family huddled around a priestess in red face paint, cradling infants for a naming ceremony. At the edge of the market, an elephant lumbered, its back piled high with giant baskets.
"By the sacred ancestors," Zhura said, pinching her nose. "This is madness."
"How much, again?" Kaj asked.
"Forty-one," replied Amina, pushing through throngs of people.
Forty-one Nubic bits. Tiny lumps of copper that in Boma, were used mostly in the market. Amina and Kaj had pooled what money they had. Zhura had none to offer. Villagers usually paid for medicine with chicken, fruit and vegetables, or crafted goods like woven cloth.
The larger exporters had clusters of tents and roped off areas where they organized caravans to Ikanje. It was to these lots that Amina led them. They ducked into one area and stood in a short line of men waiting to enter the main tent. In a muddy yard next to the tent, a warrior was leading several men through exercises with spear, shield and sword.
When it was their turn to enter, they stepped into the tent's hazy interior. A man in flowing robes and trousers with a delicately trimmed beard sat on a stool. Upon a small table next to him were sheets of pale fabric with a small jar and pins sticking up from the jar. A second man in armor of cured hide sat to the side, smoking a long pipe.
"Afternoon, van master," Amina said, in the Kan trade tongue. "We seek passage to Namu-on-the-sea."
"Not going all the way to Namu," the bearded man said. He picked up one of the sheets and began to study it. "But we will get you within the borders of Ikanje. Twenty-five bits each, payment first. No food or shelter included."
"We have tradable skills."
"What trades?"
