1. The World of Erasthay - The Son of Lust Chapter 8: The Hot Wife's Naughty Comforts


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    The Son of Lust
    
    Chapter Eight: The Hot Wife's Naughty Comforts
    
    By mypenname3000
    
    Copyright 2020
    
    Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn't write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.
    
    Kurtis – Remna
    
    The desert led right to the city.
    
    We marched out of the sand dunes towards the walls of Remna. The city looked almost the same shade as the world we just left. Made of beige stones that towered up into the air. As tall as trees. I had pictured cities so many times in my life, trying to imagine what they must look like. I had always thought of our own camp, a collection of huts we lived, worked, and stored items in. I pictured that repeated a hundred times. Maybe more.
    
    This...
    
    Beyond the walls, more buildings of beige stone rose. They thrust up in different shapes. Some narrow. Some wider. I swallowed at how permanent they were. Not the huts we made out of wood lashed together with palm fronds for roofs. They built of stone with such precision. Such shape and control.
    
    How?
    
    “Kurtis!” gasped my sister. Lasla grasped my hand and pointed.
    
    Farther down the wall, there was a break in it. A cave that people were passing in and out of them. Lots of people. My jaw dropped at the robed figures that moved in and out of the city, leading large animals. They must be horses or camels that I had heard about. They were pulling large sleds with wheels. Dust rose about them as they headed down a track in the rockier land where these sand dunes ended.
    
    “So many people,” Lasla whispered. She pressed tighter against me, her body barely clad in anything. While these humans covered everything in clothes made of linen or cotton or silk. All those fabrics our mothers would casually mention but had no real context in my mind.
    
    I swallowed. Part of me wanted to be intimidated by the river of people flowing in and out, but I couldn't be. I had to be strong. For Lasla. Even Pyrriah looked apprehensive. She stood on the other side of me, her right arm reaching across her stomach to grab her left above the elbow. She clutched herself, eyes wide.
    
    “I know,” said Mother. “I can smell the stink of them from here. Unwashed herder. Look.”
    
    A flock of animals being led by several men with long poles that curved into hooks at the end approached. A metallic clank came from the bleating animals. They were gray. I frowned, never seeing their like before.
    
    “Goats,” said Mother. “Being brought in for the slaughter, Master.”
    
    I gripped her chain in my right hand. “Come on,” I growled. “We have supplies to buy and a ship to find.”
    
    “We should buy weapons, too,” Pyrriah said. “That many people...”
    
    I nodded. Thrak used his mighty ax and Angela had her sword. Xerathalasia her bow and Minx her knives. I could ...
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