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A very p*rny not-egyptian
🕑 Added 2021-06-12 18:30:58 +0000 UTC...Outside of the mages guild again, after some handy cleanup spells cast over them, and some information on the layout of the city, the three traveling companions set off again in a freshly emptied out kart, it now creaking and jumping far more on the roughly cobbled roads without the load of books and parchment to weigh it down as much. it is briefly debated whether to start trying to undermine the church immediately, or if, considering the length of their journey from camp there and the amount of time spent having sex in the guild, it would be better to call it a day and find an inn to stay at.
The latter is agreed on quickly, but it won't hurt to pay that abbey Casandra mentioned a visit first on their way back to the more crowded part of town.
Rolling up on the old building, they look at the house of religion, banners bearing its iconography hanging from walls and gently swaying in the breeze, showing brief flashes of the bare wall behind it, but also the previous symbols adorning the building. Evidently, this place of worship originally belonged to a different religion, but it's been taken over by the new management installed by the king.
Despite this, it seems a happy building, the dour faces that are persistent through the city lighten up a bit here, children playing on the street under the watchful eye of their parents, and the serene smiles of the nuns going in and out of the building. They are in a richer part of town though, so the kids aren't dressed in rags or being shooed away from the street by gruff guardsmen to keep appearances.
Still there however, are the scantily clad women and the persistent air of barely restrained emotion. Only the nuns themselves go against this, their mostly black robes covering most skin.
Also interesting, was the high number of random men just... lounging around the place, leering at the building from the side of the street, from the fronts of their houses or out of windows and doorways, some men just literally waiting by the building. Soon though the reason for that revealed itself. In the form of a young nun who briefly popped out to have a conversation with her fellow sisters. All the men immediately perked up, and it was easy to see why. Her conservative outfit did nothing to hide her body, huge breasts, each easily larger than her own head hung tightly packed together in her black robes from her torso, the weighty pair entirely hidden from view with not a speck of skin visible, yet oh so obvious and enticing. The rest of her figure was rather thin compared to what the prince had gotten used to over the past couple days, but just because she didn't sport an ass as big and shapely as Sharog's or Sophia's didn't mean it didn't look fantastic as it bulged out of her slightly-too-tight an outfit.
Just as quick as she appeared she was gone again, but the prince had already made up his mind where he wanted to start with their plan, and that was right at quite possibly the second largest pair of breasts in the entire city, even including the top-heavy new arrivals he brought with him.
Though they had initially agreed to only do a drive by to scope things out, he hopped out of the cart to the exasperated sighs and chuckles of his companions and quickly followed the buxom beauty into the building.
"Sister, I have sins I need to confess!"
He asked, catching up to her inside to some disapproving looks of some fellow nuns, men usually weren't allowed to just barge in like that.
"Oh but, we are not taking confessionals at this hour dear sir~"
The busty nun replied in a sweet, innocent voice, quite the contrast to her lewd body and mature, sensual face.
After some back and forth, where a names were exchanged, sister Katherine caved. And lead the prince to one of the confessionals for an impromptu session. She was far too kind to deny such a desperate man his salvation from eternal sin.
Naive too, she apparently was, as he was by his own surprise quickly able to convince her his "sin" was a tremendous desire for her he could not tame on his own, so he begged her to help him achieve release without succumbing to even greater sin. Perhaps she was convinced of the unusual nature of his desire when he shoved his immense cock through the slot small items were supposed to be passed through so they could be blessed and returned swiftly.
After all, it was her fault he was in such a state, Katherine naively thought to herself as she took his hefty rod in her slender and soft hands, and gently curling her fingers around his girth, began to give him a hand-job while he stared down at her perfect figure through the small gaps in the wood lattice between them.
The prince once again thanked all the thick and busty witches from the guild in his mind, as the insane orgy from before had left him drained enough to not be able to achieve his release so quickly. And Katherine on the other side was forced to take ever increasingly drastic actions to try and get him to finish...
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With the destruction of the Orc and Goblin civilizations and reducing them to wandering nomadic tribes, the Elves' own gradual fall from grace and ever-dwindling numbers, and the Dwarves eternal reclusiveness, it became humanity's turn to take the stage.
The old Elven Kingdoms did what they could to keep steering humanity to the right path, looking on at their progress like proud parents.
It was them they ultimately went to war with the Orcs for, and now outside of their corrupting influence, humanity was allowed to flourish, even take over where Elves left.
But it was the Dwarves and Giant tribes of the north who humanity felt closest to, the Elves themselves regarded with reverence and respect sure, often worshiped even, but also alien. The Elves let them, Dwarves had been allies of convenience in the past, and did not seem intent on "corrupting" the fledgling race like the Orcs had, and the Giants were not numerous (or by the Elves assessments, smart) enough to do much harm either.
As their numbers dwindled ever further and their wonders of magic sank beneath the sea, losing influence all the while, humanity spread further. Out of reach of the Elves. Even into the accursed lands the Orcs once called home, filled with corruption and evil. They'd done what they could to raze it all to the ground. But some survived. And outside of their sphere of influence, Humanity learned, again.
Some of the lessons the Orcs had imparted the earliest humans had survived on their own, innocuous enough for the Elves not to take notice, and easy enough to pass on generation to generation to pass the test of time even with Elves dissuading them from using it. But in the old Orc ruins, more was uncovered. And the gaps?
Humanity was smart enough to fill them in, even expand on them.
Eventually they built empires of their own, some starting to rival the splendor of the Elves. Who looked on with mixed feelings on their progress. They were not like Orcs, entirely unversed and unskilled in magic. But the way they applied it... It was not the Elvish way.
This time however, they could not interfere, Humanity had spread too wide and far to stamp it out everywhere. And eventually they had to give up, focus in on themselves and various key populations they could spare the effort for.
One of these human Empires lasted for thousands of years, and they proudly call themselves the greatest due to their longevity. Even as younger, more advanced kingdoms rose and took their place as the premier centre of human civilization, they remained relevant. Building vast wonders of their own to stand on top of the ruins of the old Orc civilization, alongside the surviving Elven ones.
Hey all,
Decided to push this out on Saturday because it's done already so might as well. Not much to update in terms of health again, still got nerve pains, still very tired. My doctor ordered me back on those meds, but at a different dosage, so I guess all I can do is wait and see. If nothing changes, I guess it'll be time for some more thorough tests and studies to see just what the fuck is up with me this time around.
Again the doctors aren't really worried, because nothing concerning came out of the earlier tests, so I'm not worried either. It's just frustrating to be able to do so little in a day. But I'm fine.
Talking a bit about that gal and the accompanying lore, yes she is from totally-not-egypt, there's gonna be more of these historical analogues, which exposes one major weakness in my setting as it's one of the major areas I'm not finished with yet. I don't have any names for them nor any concrete plans. They're just "I want a roughly egyptian-themed human civilization at one point" and "I want a roughly greek-themed human civilization" and so on and so forth.
I figure it doesn't really matter for the porny version because it's just about the sexy ladies and the hung studs who bone them. So it doesn't matter if it's lazy and derivative and poorly though out. They don't play a big part in the story either so it's mostly fun smutty background stuff.
SoCarter out.
