Lands of the Lotus 4: The Two in the Sky

“Greetings, sir. I am toku, your humble attendant!” He bowed his head and pulled some soap and a clean rag out of a cabinet in the corner. “Shall I attend to your back, sir? I can tell by the way you’re slouching that you are just full of knots.”

“Alright, toku. Scrub away.” Hard to imagine anyone calling him little toku, but I’m sure Anasi did. “How long have you been doing this?"

"Oh, I have been in Kingae Vela's service for over thirty years, sir." He pulled a small incense burner from the cabinet and began to fill it, measuring out an exact amount. "I spent the first ten years tending to the horses. Wonderful creatures, they are. Most of them are geldings, but the ones ridden by the ladies are purebred Karbrindan Stallions. It was a challenge keeping the luster in their golden-brown coats, but that was a job I took much pride in. Did you know that those stallions are collared just like you are?"

"No. This is my first time hearing any of this."

Once lit, he hung the burner from an eyebolt in the ceiling. It filled the room with a scent not unlike that of the lotus. "There is much more to these women they you may think, sir. Their aggressive nature does have a purpose. They fight not against you but against your nature.” He finally started to move towards the pool. My back really did need him.

I hadn’t been looking at him, but that comment made me snap my neck in his direction and look him in the eyes. “I’m not sure I understand. Mistress Anasi has claimed me, pure and simple. I’m hers. What does my nature have to do with anything?”

“A long time ago, the women of this land were not unlike those in your kingdom.” He knelt behind me, and I sat up in the pool by the edge. “The magic of the world existed in men and women both, as I’m sure you know.”

“Yes, there are still men in my homeland who still wield magic. There are fewer than ever, though, and none have taken their place.” My back was to him, but my neck was twisted around so I could still look at him. He had my full attention.

“They will be gone, soon. I imagine they must be extremely old by now.” This was true. “These women are directly responsible for that, you see. They helped the Mother steal the gift from the Father forever.”

Now I had absolutely no clue what was going on. I just left my blank stare fixated on him.

“There are tales of what happened in the sky a hundred years ago, but no two are the same. What I can say for certain is that here, on the ground, was quite the reverse. This land was split in twelve, amongst the Sons of Zabran Thule. They had been fighting amongst themselves for twenty years, and crops were fed with blood. Mothers lost their husbands and sons at an alarming rate, and it was their duty to take their own lives as they were now without value.

“The priestesses of the Mother and Father were outraged at this. First, the women of the land were already merely accessories to their husband’s existence, to be beaten when the rice was not thoroughly cooked or their moans were not loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Now, a war by and for men was taking away their mothers, sisters and daughters.” I was scared of toku at this point. He had not even begun to scrub my back, and his voice was filled with loathing and disgust. The only thing washing me now was the spittle flying from his mouth.

“Perhaps you noticed that rather large tree stump on the outskirts of this fortress?” I nodded. It must have been a remarkable tree. “That tree was said to have been the oldest on this side of the Morvale Mountains. Planted by the god himself. This very keep was where the priestesses where trained. The men did not care for the religions anymore, and the cutting of the tree was beneath their notice, but those priestesses knew what they had to do. The great tree was sliced, and they made a great boat out of it. It took them the better part of a year, even with their magic, but they worked day and night, often through the twilight hours, crafting the most beautiful little ship any eye had ever seen.

“As the tale goes, they carried their craft down to river with the help twenty magnificent Karbrindan stallions. It wasn’t a large ship, but it certainly was strong. Once in the water they sailed down the river and, as the longest day of the year ended, crossed over into the realm where mortals dare not tread.

“There they found the Father and Mother, neither with clothing, him sitting on a throne of jade and she washing his feet with her own hair. The twelve priestesses saw the pain in their Mother’s eyes, but could certainly not challenge the Father themselves. What were twelve women to do to a god?

“The head priestess, Chiasa, knew that the Mother possessed as much power as her mate, but she had given in to his bravado. There was but one thing she could think of to break the spell. Chiasa removed her robe, and the others began to do the same, revealing their bodies and leaving nothing to the imagination.

“To his credit, the Father didn’t actually do anything except look, and perhaps leer a bit. The twelve nude women rubbed each other and freed their scent, arousing the Father, and stealing his attention from the diligent Mother at his feet.

“Once she took notice of what was happening around her, the fury of the mother began to boil. It is said that the seas churned that day, and history does record that several war vessels were capsized in the waters as a storm came in from the east. First oppressed, abused, unappreciated, the Mother was now nothing to the god she once loved. Without hesitation she wrapped her hair around the Father’s cock and pulled with all her formidable strength. His groin looked the opposite of mine quite soon.” Sadness now crept into the eunuch’s face. “She slaughtered the priestesses in her jealous rage. I would like to think that she now honors them.”

His head turned to the side and his eyes pointing up, as if another thought had entered his mind. “Do you know what happens when a woman of this realm mates with a foreign slave?” I shook my head. This had never been discussed with me before. “It can only be done once, for soon after mating the slave’s penis is cut off. He remains like that for the rest of his days, and the women are sure to see that they are many in number. The men born of mistresses are not so restricted, but they bear a heavy curse, for breeding with them only yields more men. Many mistresses make a handsome living from producing more slaves for the empire.”

“Uh, what about the Mother and Father?” I asked.

“The reason I bring this up,” he said, ignoring my interruption, “is that those severed… pieces, are sacrifices to the Mother. They are hers, and they are all she has to bring her the pleasure that was denied her for so long. Every cock that is offered up to her gives her extreme pleasure, for only the best are used by a mistress. That cock is then stuffed into her throne.

“As the tale ends, she beat her once-equal for a full year, without any pause. His throne was crushed at once, reduced to the dust that swirls in the recently formed Kasha desert. He now, and forever, is on all fours, and she sits on him now, and forever, as her throne.”

It may have been half a minute before I blinked again. I really didn’t know what to say. Maybe the lotus scent was getting to me.

“My back, toku?”

“Oh, at once, sir!”

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I knelt by the edge of the mistress’ pool and waited at the appointed time. Eunuchs came and went, carrying pails of boiled water to fill it up. For half an hour I sat there until I heard the paper-thin door slide open. I didn’t think it appropriate to turn my head.

“Good evening, pet.” She purred. She placed her hand gently on my head and turned it towards her. In the other hand she held a cup of bitter-smelling tea. The essence of the sona plant, when boiled in water, was a very effective contraceptive. Anasi was sure to use it every time she planned on being penetrated. The blue tiger-shaped highlights on her black robe glittered in the light of the everburn torches. “You look so handsome tonight, little yoshi! I see toku has taken good care of you.” She dipped a big toe into the water. It was nice and warm at this point. “It’s time for you to remove my robe.”

She turned her back to me as I stood up behind her. My hands timidly grabbed her shoulders and pulled the robe off of them. It seemed to float from her, and I was blessed with the sight of her perfectly smooth backside. Her ass was a polished sphere, her skin somewhat pale, yet still healthy looking. As I folded the robe in my hands she arched her back and rolled her shoulders to loosen up. She took a glance behind her.

“Do you like what you see, pet?” she said with a wry smile. I placed the robe down and dropped to one knee. My hands went to her hips softly and I pulled myself in for a kiss to that ass. It may have been a little sweaty, but other than that it was like pressing my lips against a smooth, firm cushion. My eyes darted up to see a smile play on her face at my show of submissive affection, and I let out a longing sigh as my mouth parted from her from her behind. I scurried over to a bench beside to pool to place her robe down and quickly returned to hold her hand as she stepped into the pool.

The surface of the pool was covered with lilac petals that danced across the waves as she disturbed the water. She reclined in the shallows of her pool with her arms outstretched along the edge. I took a glass vial of vanilla oil from the drawer of a cherry vanity table by the far wall. I settled myself down on my bent knees behind her and rubbed the fresh-smelling oil into her back and neck.

“Mmmm… harder, pet.” My fingers dug into her well-toned back, rubbing the tangible tension from her. “You could use some training in this area, pet. You will be doing this very often.”

“I am sorry, Mistress Anasi. Toku is much better at this than I. I’ll be sure to ask him to teach me.”

“That would be a good idea. Mmmm…”

I grabbed a small, fresh towel from a rack near the door and rubbed her back clean. She pulled away and sat in the pool, motioning with her head for me to join. She pulled her hair back and let it hang behind her.

I followed her lead and entered the warm pool, stopping just in front of her. I took the towel and some soap in my hand, lathered it up, and began to rub her chest.

“You are very attractive, little yoshi, do you know that?”

“Of course!”

“Of course.” Satisfied that she was well lathered, Anasi leaned back, submerging herself for almost ten seconds. She sprang out of the water. Her lustrous hair whipped over her head and smacked me square in the face, splashing me with water. I rolled with blow and then slowly turned my head to her with eyes narrowed into slits. She lifted her hand to her mouth in a mock attempt to contain her giggling. In hindsight this was a very daring move, and may have gotten me whipped to a pulp with any other woman, but I thrust my hand out to my side and splashed water in my mistress’ face.

A look of shock came over her, and her lips curled into a snarl that almost frightened me. What had I gotten myself into?

That evening, in the twilight hours when the sun has just vanished over the horizon, became one of my happiest memories. What I thought could be an angry mistress, prepared to punish a slave who dared to be insubordinate, was really a playful woman with the heart of a child, for at least a little while.

The other servants knew better than to interrupt, but we made quite a ruckus in the pool. The water level shifted up and down by at least a foot as we flung it into each other. Water that had escaped was on the floor of the room, and lilac petals were everywhere, even in our hair. She grabbed me by the arms as I was about to send a tidal wave her way and forced me down. She did it slowly so that my head gently ended up on the floor just over the pool’s edge. I lay there with her on top of me, her smile brighter than the moon I could see outside the large opening that led to the terrace. Her petite breasts dangled down and her nipples scraped against my chest as we continued to giggle uncontrollably.

When the laughter died down, we stared at each other for a long while. Her gray eyes peered into me. One hand came up from the water and held my cheek; the other went below and held my manhood. She leaned into me and breathed deeply as her forehead touched against mine. Our lips brushed together innocently at first, and then she forcefully pressed into me, our lips passionately dancing with one another. Our tongues darted in and out of one another’s mouth, sometimes in jabs, but mostly lying on top of one another like exhausted lovers.

We shared each other like that for five minutes. Her hand never left my crotch, and my cock strained against its bounds. A stream of saliva connected us briefly as we separated from our embrace and quickly vanished. A phrase fled from her mouth as she rose: “I love you, pet.” She gave my crotch a squeeze. “Someday, slave. Someday.” I was blessed with a quick kiss on the forehead and then she quickly left the pool.

I tried to forget what had happened as I patted her down with a dry towel. I tied another around her hair after a couple of tries, but she showed me the proper way. I placed the robe back on her and she sat at the vanity table where I saw to her eye shadow, lipstick, a touch of blush, and fine Parinthiant perfume.

She then led me to the dressing room just next door. She chose to wear a pair of fine silk stockings which I had to roll up her legs. Next came a purple teddy which did nothing to conceal what was underneath, much like the purple panties I had slide up her legs. A purple pair of high-heeled shoes completed the outfit.

“Time for some fun, pet.”

The leash was again attached to my collar and I was lead towards the mistress’ bedroom.

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Kaichi Kiyatora was already in the mistress’ bedroom when we arrived. He had knelt himself on the floor and prostrated himself with his arms pointed towards the bed. She stepped over him and sat on the edge of the it. Not sure what to do, I copied the Kaichi’s posture at his side. She sat there for a couple of minutes before speaking.

“Rise, both of you.” She got up just after we did and walked over to us. Her hand reached out to Kiyatora’s crotch and slipped his collar off. His member was soon swollen to a modest size, maybe an inch and a half shorter than mine. “Lie down on the bed,” she commanded him.

To me she said, “Get on your knees and lick.” I promptly got down and gingerly slipped off the panties. She was still a little wet from our previous play, but this seemed to be more a tradition than anything else. My tongue quickly began the work of lubricating my mistress’ pussy for the cock that was to soon enter it. I would almost say that it wasn’t erotic, but more of a chore. Still, I did my duty and made sure that her vagina was ready. Once satisfied, she pulled away from me and motioned for me to rise. She pointed at a high chair in the corner.

“Sit there and watch,” she whispered in my ear. The chair was unusually tall, and the leather cushion had a deep indentation in it. It was strangely uncomfortable.

She was straddling the warrior before long, and rubbing herself against his throbbing cock, making it flip up and down. She placed his hand on her breast and took the plunge. Her body descended on his spear fluidly, and a little squeak escaped from her. The animal lust took charge and she slowly, methodically, shifted up and down his length, moaning bits of pleasure.

What I found strange was his reaction. There really was none. This was like a job. He let out a grunt here and there, but the act was devoid of any passion, and I could swear that I felt some frustration in Anasi’s moans.

After five minutes she had had enough. She lifted herself off of him and gave off a grunt of displeasure. She just sat there thinking for a moment, and he didn’t seem to know what he had done wrong. Anasi sighed and propped herself over the foot of the bed, doggy style. Kiyatora got the idea and mounted the mistress from behind. His hands latched onto her hips like a vice and he entered her.

Her eyes were locked onto mine. Every pump from the warrior brought out a squeal from my mistress. Her eyes would only leave mine for the briefest of seconds. It was strange to see her in this position. Was it for my benefit? I really did not know what was going through her mind. I suppose I can be a little dense in that regard. What I can say for sure is that an animal passion was awakened in both of them as his thrusts increased in intensity, and her moans often turned to screams.

Before long I was trapped in the mindset where I wished, above all else, that it was me behind Anasi, pumping pure sexual pleasure into her with an unbound cock (which was about seven inches, I might add). The smell of sex drifted into my nose. My manhood struggled against its collar so hard I thought it might break free. I almost touched it at one point, but thought better of it. I wished to the Mother that it was me.

The screams and grunts of sex ceased after about thirty minutes. She simply said, “Stop,” to Kiyatora, and the man came on command, issuing out a warcry that told me he was emptying himself into her. He dismounted and stood next to the bed, his penis dripping its saliva. “Leave,” she simply stated.

“Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress,” he replied, bowed, and humbly walked out the room.

Anasi squirmed out of the bed and lithely strode over towards me. “Slide down,” she ordered. Oh. So that’s why the seat was indented. I supposed this was part of the tradition. My body slid down the length of the chair and my head rested on the seat with my face pointing up. That pale, polished sphere descended onto my face, and the sweetness of her pussy mixed with the bitter taste of his seed slid down my mouth. Being a good slave I eagerly lapped at the mixture, cleaning every drop from my mistress’ pussy.

After what seemed to be an arbitrarily long amount of time Anasi dismounted me and slid into her bed.

“You will sleep on the floor, next to my side of the bed, yoshi.”

I scampered over there and grabbed a small pillow that I assumed was put there for me. As I closed my eyes I could swear that I felt her gaze fall on me as I surrendered to the best rest I was allowed in a long time.