Locum Tenens 02

~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~

Luke Timmons has a new life in a new world and is now known as Loki. Avoid missing out on any sticky details by reading the chapters in the order they're written. If the admins are as gracious as they are handsome, new chapters should appear every day or so until we reach the end.

~~~ Nella's House ~~~

I woke up just as Nella stuffed my cock back inside of her slender channel. I grinned up at her.

"I couldn't let you leave without getting one last load of your seed, handsome," she practically purred.

I laughed - and reached up to squeeze her swaying double-D tits - before sliding my hands down her curvy sides, over her hips, and grasping her rounded ass-cheeks in my hands. I squeezed them and pulled her harder and faster onto my already-aching cock.

"Gods, I love your cunt, you minx," I told my mature lover.

"Promise you'll come find me," she begged.

"I'll do my best," I assured her.

I groaned. Her cunt was already driving me insane. Even now, I was having to focus to keep from spewing inside of her. She was still working on her first climax and I had no intention of spoiling it for her.

I grabbed her stiff nipples in my fingers and pulled on them.

"Holy Father!" Nella gasped. "I'm on fire! Never have I burned so intensely with lust. Hear my plea, All-Father. Grant my request. My womb needs this man's seed to keep from wasting away."

I got the feeling that the All-Father was actually listening to her. I also got the feeling that he wanted to know if I wanted to knock Nella up. I mentally shook my head, no. I loved fucking this woman but I was still too new to this world to know if getting her pregnant would fuck up our lives.

Before he turned his attention from her, I felt his finger touch her forehead. She screamed out her orgasm, squirting girl-jizz all over me. I shook my head, grinning. My patron god was a fun-loving guy who seemed to have a penchant for granting orgasms. I groaned as Nella's intensive climax set my balls off and I began spewing my load into her.

When we finished coming down from our post-coital high, we (once again) pulled the sheet from the mattress so that it could dry.

Still naked, I hugged Nella from behind and playfully poked her in the ass with my semi-rigid prick. She giggled while she tried to work as I molested her breasts, tummy, hips, thighs, vulva, and clitoris - while nibbling and kissing her neck and shoulders.

Nella sat on my lap to eat again. This time, however, my cock was buried fully within her vagina while we ate. She squirmed whenever I started to go soft - causing me to remain rigid within her.

When I had finished eating, she climbed off of me, dropped to her knees and dutifully cleaned my cock. She pouted when I told her that she probably wouldn't be able to get me to cum again before it was time for me to leave. She made me promise to shower her in my jism the next time I came to visit. Neither of us knew when I'd be back but it was an easy request for me to grant.

Finally, I shouldered my pack and Nella walked me to the door. She opened it and then wrapped her arms around me to give me one last kiss. I flinched as the point of a knife jabbed into my side. Nella ended the kiss and turned to her left to look at the thief that was standing beside us in the open doorway.

I reached my right hand for him and he caught it and held it, twisting it and applying pressure. His other hand still held the knife to my belly.

I sent the pain from the knife to his body - I chased it up with the aches and pains that I had taken from Nella when I'd found her.

The thief cried out but did not relent. He still struggled with my hand and kept the knife against my stomach. I considered giving him the missing foot - from the dog. Instead, I transferred the injuries to him from the woman at the well - a broken foot - as well as painful lacerations and the piercing wounds from the shards of pottery. The second goiter disappeared as the magic moved the injuries to his body. He screamed in agony and - now being unable to balance - fell to the ground beside the house.

In seconds, Nella had retrieved the man's blade. She jammed it up under his chin - piercing his brain and ending his agony. He died with his eyes open wide in pain and confusion.

Nella looted the body and I relieved him of his clothing - loading it into my travel pack. My lusty lover handed me the dead man's knife and coin purse. She'd also discovered a gold ring, and a silver nose ring. That item was a little grosser than I cared to think about but I wasn't about to turn it down. I opened the coin purse and dropped the thing inside - assuming I could somehow turn it into coin as well.

The thief's boots were far nicer than the shoes I'd gotten from the murderer in the alley. I switched to those and threw the dilapidated shoes on top of the corpse.

"Do I need to move the body?" I asked.

She shook her head and replied, "It'll slow down the others."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and finally got the kiss she'd been after before we'd been interrupted. I chuckled at her and messed up the kiss. She bit my lip and started over again. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her curvy butt.

"Come back in a few days," she told me. "If this place isn't boarded up, then there will be a room here for you."

"Which room would that be?" I asked with a grin.

She pinched my dick and kissed me again. I groped her massive breasts and returned her lusty kisses.

I headed up the narrow side-street until I met the larger path. Every street was simple dirt that had been walked on until it was nearly as hard as stone - at least until it rained. I began to hope that somewhere there were streets that were made of something better and perhaps I was just in the poorer section of town. Surely a community of this size wasn't paved entirely with hard-packed dirt...?

I had a pack over my shoulder, a dagger on my belt (with another smaller one tucked into my boot), and a sturdy walking stick. I was cleaner than I'd been since I arrived in this place - whatever it was called - and I had more things to call my own than ever before.

I had a lump on my collarbone that contained a missing foot. Hearing myself say that in my mind made me chuckle. There was no foot there - but there was (through magic) the ability for me to cause someone's foot to suddenly disappear.

Determined to try to get the city at least somewhat mapped out in my mind, I followed Nella's steps back the way we had traveled until I returned, once more, to the main thoroughfare - the one where I had seen the palanquin before being dragged into the alley and finding the widow and her dead husband.

Once I got back to the main road, I turned to the right (north) and continued along the way. In the distance, I could see taller buildings. There was a chance that the ground was simply higher there - but the buildings also looked nicer than the ones where I had already been - so that suggested that it was a more prosperous part of the city than the one that I was in.

I walked another half-mile or so, passing the walled cisterns for waste collection - as well as the public wells. Despite the fact that this place was not modern in any sense of the word, I was somewhat impressed that they had managed to build as much infrastructure into the city as they had.

As I passed a well on the left side of the road, I watched as a little girl who couldn't have been much more than five or six dragged a clay jar on the ground. The jar was half her size. She was following a girl who was maybe twice her age who was also dragging a clay water jar.

The two girls were struggling and I could see they were going to be in trouble. They were still moving towards the well. Their jars were empty. Those containers would be even heavier once they were filled. There was no way those two little girls were going to be able to manage.

Curious to see how the other women and girls reacted, I stepped to the wall of the closest building and leaned on my staff to watch.

The smaller girl brushed her sweaty, grimy bangs from her face - attempting to clear the sweat from her eyes. She called out to the older girl. That girl abandoned her jar and went to help the smaller child with hers. The 10-year-old hefted the jar into her arms and waddled with it - carrying it over to the one that she'd already been fighting with. The 5-year-old panted heavily until she got her breath back and then followed. The poor little thing looked exhausted. The older girl wasn't much better.

"Hanna," she said softly. "I don't think I can do it."

"We must, Alia," the 10-year-old replied quietly. "Zima needs water to tend the house-mother."

"I know, Hanna, but the jar is so heavy..."

"We'll just have to take our time."

"Zima said to hurry...," the smaller girl reminded her.

One of the older teens that was waiting for her turn at the bucket came over and talked softly to the pair. The "house-mother" was, apparently, the manager of some sort of orphanage. Zima was the oldest girl in the home and served as the woman's assistant. The woman had fallen ill and the kids were trying to work together to keep things running until she got better.

The teen carried the two water jars over and set them by the two that she had brought to the well. When it was her turn for the bucket, she filled all four of the jars.

The teen spoke with a couple of the older women but - despite the fact that they felt sorry for the girls - they all had things to get back home to do and couldn't spare the time to leave their own water-containers at the well while they assisted the two orphans.

The teenager was looking around, unhappy about the whole situation - trying to figure out what to do. I decided that it was time for me to step in. I walked over slowly until the three looked at me. I dropped to one knee.

"I apologize for eavesdropping on your conversation. I will help the little ones carry their jars," I told the teen.

"Why would you help them?" she asked cautiously, growing suspicious about my intentions.

"I'm new," I said. "I realize that there are lots of people who want nothing more than to take advantage of others. I'm not sure what to say to get you to believe me but I just want to help. I also happen to be a healer and I plan to talk to the house-mother to see if she'll let me heal her."

"She's sleeping but tossing and turning and moaning," the smaller girl (Alia) said.

"Then I'll get Zima's permission to heal her," I said patting the child gently on her head.

I positioned the two water jars near one another and then slid my walking-stick through the handles. I crouched down, gripped the handles of the jars to steady them, tucked my head under the stave, and tried to stand.

"Holy shit, that's heavy!" I gasped, failing to gain my feet and falling back to my knees.

The girls all laughed. A few of the older women did as well.

"The pretty darling isn't used to work," one said, grinning at me.

"You're a better man than me if you can carry them," I replied with a wink.

She cackled with laughter.

"Square yourself and lift straight up. Girls, help him," she said.

With the help of Hanna and the teenager, I successfully got to my feet. The wooden bar pressed into my shoulders and I had to wriggle a bit to move the thing so that it was more comfortable.

"Gods above!" I exclaimed. "You all make this look so easy!"

"You'll tighten up that ass of yours, pretty boy," the old woman said with a grin.

She swatted me on the butt. Her eyes widened.

"Your ass is already pretty firm," she said.

I laughed when she fluttered her eyelashes at me.

"Lead on, Alia," I said.

"How do you know my name?" she asked, placing her fists on her hips.

"He was listening to us," Hanna told her.

"Tell me your name," Alia insisted.

"It's Loki," I said.

"Alright then, mister," she said firmly. "Let's get a move on. The house-mother is waiting. You'd better make her... better."

"I intend to," I promised.

With that, she took hold of my belt above my left hip and started pulling me down the street.

The teenager laughed. Hanna grinned and shook her head.

"Alia," I teased, "I think you're going to make some lucky man a very good wife."

At that, all of the old women (and most of the teenagers) were laughing.

"I'm too young for you, mister Loki," Alia replied - missing the intent of my teasing.

That just made the old women laugh harder. Hanna took long strides and quickly passed me and my guide. She headed off (presumably) for their home.

Alia and I trudged along. The jars of water were not getting any lighter. I was more and more amazed that the two small girls had been able to get the heavy crockery jars all of the way to the well.

Ahead, Hanna darted to the left, down a narrow side-street. Alia pulled even harder on my belt. The little imp was stronger than she looked. I had to be careful not to let her pull me sideways and unbalance my load or we would end up with even bigger problems.

We rounded the corner where Hanna had turned and Alia squeaked in surprise. A man who looked like some sort of merchant was gripping Hanna by the shoulder. The young girl's eyes were wide. She appeared to have been reaching for the door when the man accosted her.

"Leave Hanna alone!" Alia yelled.

"I am merely giving her a message to pass along to your house-mother," the man said, sneering.

Alia stopped us a few steps away. The man looked up at me.

Before he could say or do anything more, I steadied my load and reached for the goiter on my collarbone. I pulled it from my body and it came away like a sucking leech. I threw it at the man. Because of my burden, the throw was poorly executed. It was heading for Hanna. It traveled half the distance, however, and then seemed to curve - as if it new my intent.

"What's this?!" the man gasped.

The fleshy nodule looked like a small stone as it flew. It hit him in the chest and stuck to him.

He reached for it but his hand didn't get there before a scream of pain erupted from his throat and his gaping maw. He teetered and Hanna jumped back. The man shrieked once again and toppled to the packed-dirt pavement. His right shoe stayed where it had been sitting. There was no longer an ankle or foot connecting the man's body to the shoe.

"Who is he?" I asked the 10-year-old.

"He claimed to own our house," she said, her voice filled with fright.

"Get me inside and I'll talk to the house-mother," I told her. "I don't think he's going anywhere anytime soon."

She numbly nodded to me and turned towards the door. It opened and a black-haired female teenager with a choppy bobbed haircut looked from the screaming man to Hanna - and then to Alia and me. Alia pulled me towards the door.

"He can heal the house-mother," the 5-year-old proclaimed.

The bossy little blonde shoved me towards the entrance and the teenager stepped back, out of the way.

Once we were all inside, Hanna closed the door and then told Zima to help me with the water-jars. She warned the girl that I wasn't used to handling the heavy things.

A couple more girls that were Hanna's age appeared. Together, the group successfully got the clay jars set down on the floor of the place without spilling them or breaking the jars.

"I'm Loki," I told Zima. "I can probably heal your house-mother. I heal by taking the illness into my body. I can transfer it to others - which is what I did to that man. Who is he?"

"The house-mother gives him money," Zima said. "I asked her once if it was rent but she said 'no'. She might be paying for protection. I'm not sure."

"Lead me to her," I instructed. "I'll heal her and transfer her illness to that man if he's not already gone."

Zima grinned and said, "I would like to see that."

I grinned back at her.

She led me through a common room and down a hallway. We came to a modest bedroom. In addition to the bed the woman was in, there were several smaller beds that were - obviously - used by the children.

As the girls had said, the woman was writhing in pain. She was feverish. Her hair was matted to her scalp from the sweat.

"I might scream," I told Zima, "but let me do my thing."

I took the sick woman's hand in both of mine - sandwiching it between them.

As I pulled the sickness from her body, I was overcome with nausea and weakness. I dropped to my knees with a groan.

"Water...," I gasped, "for both of us..."

I heard Zima move away. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut. I battled against my own stomach to keep from puking all over the side of the woman's bed - or my clothes - or the floor.

I felt the goiter form on the front of my collarbone and heard footsteps returning when I toppled to the floor on my back - hitting my head on the rustic nightstand as I went down. I shoved that injury into the goiter with the rest - and passed out.

"Mister Loki," Alia said, patting my cheeks. "Are you alright?"

The 5-year-old was sitting on my chest. I looked up at her and couldn't help but grin.

"Why would you think smacking my face would help?" I asked her.

"It worked, didn't it?" she said with an impish grin.

I dug my fingers into her ribs and tickled her. She squealed with laughter. Hanna and Zima were smiling at me. The house-mother was sitting up on her bed. I glanced over at her.

"You feeling better?" I asked.

Alia pinched my cheeks and giggled, trying to get me to tickle her again.

"Much better," the woman said.

"That man is still in the street," Zima informed me.

I looked at the house-mother.

"I can transfer your illness to him...," I offered.

Her eyes widened.

"How?" she asked.

"It's how my magic works," I told her. "I take the illness into my body."

I touched the goiter.

"I can pass it to others or take it on myself and then slowly heal it. I already disappeared his foot. I've no doubt that your fever would finish him off."

"Likely," she said.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"Fancies himself as some sort of manager of the neighborhood," she replied. "Those who get on his bad side have bad things happen to them. I've been giving him food or coin to leave us alone."

"Who does he answer to?" I inquired.

She shrugged.

Alia was still trying to get me to tussle with her. I pulled her down, kissed her forehead, and then picked her up and set her on her feet. I stood.

I headed down the hallway and made my way to the front door. By the time I got outside, the man was a block away. He was hopping on one foot and leaning against the wall - trying to steady himself so that he could keep moving.

I pulled the goiter from my collarbone and threw it at him. It fell short and tumbled to the packed-dirt pavement. I wondered for a moment what would happen. I felt a stinging bite and the goiter reappeared on the front of my shoulder.

I raced towards the man, reducing the distance between us. He heard my footsteps, looked back, and then shrieked. He tried to hop on one foot but tumbled to the ground. I made sure I was close enough this time, pulled the fleshy nodule from my body, and threw it at him. It arrived at my target this time.

"What?!" he gasped.

He started to scream in agony but it turned into a gut-wrenching moan/groan/wail - followed by him heaving his guts up.

I looked up and down the street. I didn't see anyone.

I walked up, found his coin purse, dug most of the coins out of it, and then left the rest for whoever discovered him later.

I hurried back to the orphanage. Hanna was peeking out. She opened the door as I got close. She closed it as soon as I was inside.

"You robbed him?" she asked me.

"Not all of it," I said. "I didn't want whoever found him to think that it was a simple robbery."

"You think he'll live?" Zima asked.

I looked up to see the house-mother standing there. I took her hand, turned the palm up, and dropped the coins into her hand. Her eyes widened when she saw the amount. She shook her head.

"I found it in the street," I told her. "I'm giving it to you. If anybody says anything, you don't know me. I'll walk away and you'll never see me again."

"You healed me," she said.

I nodded.

"Can you do more healing?"

"I... uh... I could use something to eat," I told her.

She turned to Hanna and Zima.

"Bring the little ones with illnesses or injuries to the common room," she told them. "Alia, take him there. I'll get him something to eat and drink."

For the next hour, I sat in a chair and held one little girl after another on my lap as the older girls brought them to me. One had an infected finger. The next had a fever that seemed very similar to what the house-mother had been suffering with. I had just swallowed a bit of dried meat when I healed that one and I nearly threw it up. A mug of tepid water didn't help settle my stomach. I asked for a biscuit or something after that. That helped. Most of the illnesses were mild. A few of the injuries were severe. I collected them all up into fatty lumps that spread across my collarbone. Alia touched each one as it appeared. When it was all over, she caressed my cheek.

"You did good, mister Loki," she said. "There was a couple times there where I thought we were going to lose you..."

I laughed and pulled the dirty-faced urchin onto my lap. She snuggled against my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck, ignoring the large bumps that brushed her arms and chest. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

~~~

I heard someone calling my name and opened my eyes. It was Hanna.

"What's up?" I asked her.

As soon as I spoke, I realized that my voice was groggy.

"How long did I sleep?" I inquired.

"A couple hours," she replied. "If you'll carry Alia to the dining room, the house-mother says we're ready to eat lunch."

I sat the 5-year-old up. She was still softly snoring. I grinned at the adorable little thing. Hanna gave a soft giggle and headed across the room. I lifted Alia, stood, and held her in my arms. I prodded her ribs and belly with my finger as I carried her to the dining room. She squirmed around and then opened an angry little eye to peer at me.

"I was SLEEPing...," she complained.

I laughed at her precociousness.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. "Hanna says that lunch is ready."

She squirmed out of my arms, hit the floor at a run, and darted off. When I got to the table, she was ejecting a little girl from the seat beside her to make a place for me.

"Alia!" I gasped - at the same time as the house-mother.

The 5-year-old at least looked chagrined. I picked up the smaller girl from the floor and put her back in her seat.

"I wanted you to sit by me," Alia complained.

"I realize that," I told her, "but that's not your decision and it's rude to throw others out of their seats. Would you want someone to do that to you?"

"Brea took my seat last night," Alia objected.

"How did that make you feel?" I asked her.

"I didn't care," Alia said. "I was sitting in Hanna's seat."

I literally face-palmed. Zima, Hanna, and the house-mother stifled giggles.

I turned to the manager of the orphanage.

"You must be some kind of saint," I told her.

She shook her head, grinning.

"I used to be one of them," she replied.

I looked at the woman - really looked at her - for the first time. Looking past her worry-lined eyes and messy light-brown hair that needed washed and styled, I realized this young woman was probably barely over twenty. She was a few years younger than me and managing a house full of little orphan girls - all of whom depended on her for their survival.

She smiled at me - and motioned toward the foot of the long table. There were a couple dozen girls sitting around the thing. Zima was the oldest. There were a handful that were Hanna's age. The rest were younger - with half of those being Alia's age - or maybe slightly older.

There was an empty chair at the end of the table and I headed that way. As soon as I sat down, the girls beside me held their hands out to me. I looked up at the house-mother. She was holding the hands of those beside her - as were the rest of those at the table. I took the two small hands in my own.

The young woman raised her eyes to the ceiling. Most of the others did as well. A few bowed their heads. I looked up.

"Thank you, All-Father," the woman said, "for providing this food - as well as the healings that your kind servant has brought to this house. Bless him as he has been a blessing to us."

As the little girls pulled their hands from mine, I looked down the table to see the house-mother smiling at me. I gave her a wink and a smile. Alia giggled and the woman blushed a little. Apparently, winking at females was considered flirting here. It kind of was back home - but her reaction seemed to suggest that it was slightly more serious in this new world that I found myself in.

The woman stood up and began filling bowls. Each of us passed our bowls to the left and accepted the bowl from the person on our right. We continued doing this until everyone had been served. The house-mother sat down.

Nobody took a single bite of their stew until she scooped up a bite and brought it to her mouth. Like a signal-gun going off, the rest of the inhabitants of the large home began to eat. A few moaned as they chewed their food. I tried not to laugh. I had a younger cousin back home who did that when he ate and I'd always thought it was the cutest thing. I'm sure his future spouse wouldn't think so. Maybe he'd grow out of it.

There wasn't a lot of meat in the stew but it was thick, hearty, and tasty. I was soon staring down at an empty bowl. The little girl next to me giggled at the forlorn expression on my face.

"You can have a bit more," the house-mother told me. "Izzy, bring me his bowl."

"Yes, mother," the girl on my right said, hopping up.

"I'm good," I argued.

"Don't backtalk," the girl on my left said, scowling at me.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, straightening up my face at once.

"You're silly," she declared.

"I'm new here," I replied. "I'm still learning."

"My tummy feels much better," she informed me. "Thank you, Loki."

"You are most welcome, princess," I replied.

She elbowed the girl beside her.

"Princess!" she giggled. "He's so silly."

Her neighbor giggled at her and nodded.

The girl to my right returned, carrying a bowl that was just as full as my first had been. There was also a bit of crusty bread sitting on top. I glanced down at the house-mother.

"Are you sure...?"

"I'm Dora," she said. "Yes. We all insist that you have more to eat. You've brought blessing to this house and we will give you the best that we have."

My stomach growled - despite what I'd already eaten - and I didn't ignore it. I scooped up another spoonful of the stew, loaded it into my mouth, and chased it with a bite of bread. I tried not to giggle when I caught myself moaning as I chewed the food. Izzy did giggle. I winked at her and she laughed.

I paused after a few more bites and looked up at the young woman at the other end of the table.

"This is really good," I told her. "Where do you get the vegetables?"

"We have a small garden on the roof," she explained.

"On the roof?"

She nodded and said, "There's not really enough space in the yard. The girls need room to play. I built some garden-boxes and decided that the roof was wasted space that could be better utilized."

"Can I see?" I asked.

"I'll show him," Alia offered.

"That would be nice of you," the house-mother said, nodding. "When we go out to play after lunch, you can take him there."

"Okay," Alia replied.

"Who has dish-duty?" Dora asked.

Several girls raised their hands. Dora nodded.

The girls who had raised their hands stood, accepted dirty spoons and bowls from their neighbors, and made their way to the kitchen. I found it oddly efficient that the ones with clean-up responsibilities were evenly spaced around the table so that nobody needed to run back and forth to grab things. Dora was one sharp cookie.

She caught me looking at her and blushed. Her arms came up and crossed over her chest as she put her hands on her shoulders. It was an unconscious move that told me that she thought I was checking her out. That, of course, led me to actually check her out. She tittered nervously and then stood to go help with the dishes. I watched her womanly hips sway beneath her dress as she walked away and I wondered if she'd ever been with a man. My cock started swelling in my pants and I decided that I needed to think about something else.

I finished my food. For half a second, I considered licking out the bowl. I should have saved some of the bread to use to wipe up the rest of the gravy. I picked up my spoon and bowl and headed for the kitchen. I stepped in behind the girls that were working and leaned forward to hand over my things. Dora turned sideways at that very moment and we were suddenly almost cheek-to-cheek.

Her eyes widened as she looked first at my lips and then up at my eyes. She nibbled her bottom lip and I tried not to moan. That was a big turn-on for me. I stood back up and she finally realized what I'd been doing. She took my things with a giggle.

I turned and headed back for the dining room.

Behind me, I heard Zima whisper, "Maybe, later tonight, you could take him up to see what the garden looks like in the moonlight..."

"Hush!" the woman hissed at the teenager - who giggled more loudly than she should have.

I went to the door and looked down the street to where I had left the man who operated the protection-scheme. He was no longer there. There was no sign that he'd ever been. I closed the door.

Alia caught my hand and guided me to the enclosed backyard. It was big but not huge. Some of the girls were playing Tag. A few others had crude balls made of strips of cloth that had been wrapped and knotted together - throwing them back and forth to one another. Alia grabbed one of the balls from the crate of playthings and convinced me to play Catch with her.

Eventually, Zima, Dora, and the others emerged from the house - their dish-duty apparently completed.

"Can I take him up now?" Alia asked the woman.

Zima smirked and shot a look at the house-mother.

"Yes," Dora said, ignoring the teenager's look.

Alia ran back to the box and tossed the rag-ball inside.

"Come on!" she called to me.

Zima headed up a wooden ladder that was leaning against the back of the home.

"Hey! Who said you could come?" Alia complained.

"I did," the teenager replied. "I need to check the onions."

"Sure you do, nosey," Alia shot back.

Alia clambered up the ladder and yelled for me to follow. Dora headed that way as well.

When I was half-way up, she stepped onto the ladder. I couldn't resist teasing her.

"Now don't be looking up my skirts," I told her, "and don't be pinching my butt."

I looked down at her to see her blushing furiously. She had frozen mid-step. Her eyes were wide.

"Perhaps I should remain on the ground," she said.

"I apologize," I told her. "I'll stop teasing you."

She looked at me for a moment and then whispered.

"I'm not sure I want you to..."

"Want me to...?"

"... to stop...," she said, blushing even harder.

"Perhaps I really should see the gardens in the moonlight," I whispered.

She gaped at me - apparently just realizing that I had heard her and Zima whispering. Her eyes shot to my right and I looked up to see the teenager watching us. She was smirking as she looked back and forth between us.

"Hush, you!" Dora ordered the girl - who giggled and turned to head away from the edge of the roof.

I finished climbing the ladder and then held my hand out to help the house-mother up. She frowned at me but accepted my hand. I pulled her up and leaned close as soon as she was standing.

"I will not do anything that you don't want to," I whispered. "I'm a vicious tease, apparently. You're perfectly safe."

She stared deeply into my eyes and then gave a little shudder.

"Preserve me, All-Father...," she said quietly.

I turned and the two of us joined the other pair.

"Zima says the onions are almost ready," Alia told the woman. "Can you help them a little?"

"I suppose...," the house-mother said, squatting down beside the little blonde-haired cherub.

Zima watched as Dora ran her fingers over the onion stalks. I watched more closely. Based on the words and actions of the little girl and the woman, something was going to happen.

I stifled a gasp as I almost saw little tendrils of magic flow from Dora's fingers into the plants. It wasn't like they suddenly went from seed to being ready to harvest - but I "saw" her mature the onions - adding a few days of growth to them.

"Yes!" Alia exclaimed. She looked at me. "Isn't she amazing?"

"She is," I said, looking at the young house-mother in a whole new light.

She looked up and saw me studying her and nibbled that damned bottom lip again. I felt my cock beginning to fill with blood and quickly turned to go somewhere else. Zima giggled behind me.

I was studying a couple of tall plants with lots of buds on them when Dora approached me.

"Brussel sprouts?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "Most of the girls complain, but the plants grow so many sprouts that I just had to have some. It provides bulk that we might not otherwise have."

I was still just standing there - stunned - trying to figure out if they were really calling the plants the same thing here that we did on Earth - or if the All-Father was somehow just translating the words in my head so that I would understand. It was crazy!

"I can actually make the plants grow more than that," she said quietly. "I've found, though, that they suffer if I force them to mature too much too quickly."

"That makes sense," I said. "How many seasons in a year?" I asked.

"Growing seasons?"

"Both?" I inquired. "Regular seasons and growing seasons?"

"Winter, spring, summer, and fall," she said. "I can usually get crops to start coming to harvest around mid-spring and I have to give up midway through fall."

"You have a root cellar?" I asked her.

She nodded and said, "There are shelves in the basement. It's not perfect but my magic also lets me keep the produce from spoiling too quickly. There's usually a month - towards the end of winter - where things get uncomfortable."

"That's amazing...," I told her. "You're amazing."

I looked up to see her blushing again. She glanced over to look at the girls. They appeared to be ignoring us but I could tell that Zima was staying quiet so that she could listen in.

"I've... I've never been with a...," she stammered.

I pressed a finger over her lips, stopping the words.

"I'll sleep in the yard tonight," I said. "You can come visit if you want. I'll be out of your hair tomorrow."

"Do you have to?" she asked quietly.

"I don't want to be in the way," I countered. "I could try to come back and visit now and then but I'm still learning about this world and can't really make promises."

"This... world?" she asked.

"I... uh... the All-Father brought me..."

Dora gasped, loudly. I glanced over to see the two girls staring at us. She noticed them as well.

"Loki was telling me a bit about his magic," she told the pair. "We will not be sharing his secrets with others..."

They both nodded.

"Best to not mention these things in front of the littles either...," she warned.

They nodded again.

"I knew," Alia said, "when I saw him at the well - that he was special."

Zima giggled and gave her a playful shove.

"I did!" the little darling protested.

"He IS special," Dora agreed. "The All-Father brought him to us and he's been a tremendous blessing."

Both girls nodded. Dora turned back to me.

"I can't thank you enough for healing me," she said.

"Like you said," I countered. "The All-Father brought me here at the right time."

She nodded.

"Can I watch you work a little longer?" I asked her.

"Yes!" Alia gasped, hurrying over.

Zima laughed and followed after her.

We spent the next hour tending to the garden. I should say that Dora did. Zima and I watched. Alia begged the house-mother to teach her how to do that magic.

"Can you do that?" I asked her.

"If she has the talent for it, she can pick it up," Dora replied.

"Shit!" I gasped - and then apologized for my language. "Can I study what you're doing again?"

We spent several more minutes going back over the plants. I tried to watch Dora closely to see how the magic worked. It wasn't like a lightbulb suddenly turned on or anything but I kind of got the feeling that I could do a bit of it if I practiced long enough.

~~~

Most of the way through the afternoon, Dora descended to the yard and called a couple girls to go with her to start on the evening meal.

I asked where the nearest market was. Alia offered to show me. Dora sent Hanna with us. We took the water-jars along.

Once again, Alia grasped me by the side of my belt and practically dragged me down the street as Hanna shook her head at the girl and grinned or giggled.

We went to the market first. I bought a ham-hock that had been smoked and cured. I also bought several bars of flowery bath soap. Alia carried the burlap bag of soap while Hanna carried the hog-leg.

As we headed out from the market, I noticed a vendor with an empty handcart. It took the rest of my coins but I bought the thing. It was fairly solid. I set down the water-jars and then placed them in the cart. Hanna put the ham-hock in as well and took my staff. We headed for the well.

"This is much better," I told the girls.

"We used to have a cart," Hanna said.

"What happened to it?" I inquired.

"That man that you met," she replied. "He took it when the house-mother had no coins."

"I hope I fucking killed him," I said under my breath.

"I hope so too," Hanna said quietly.

I noticed the 10-year-old's hand move to her shoulder - where he had gripped her. I swore that - if I ever saw the man again - I would make sure that he didn't survive the encounter.

At the well, we waited our turn and then got the water-jars filled. I chatted with a few of the old crones and pretended not to notice the looks from some of the girls that didn't quite look old enough to be women yet.

"We're ready," Alia said, tugging on my shirt to get my attention.

I turned to follow the 5-year-old and evaded an old woman's hand as she swatted at my ass. She cackled with laughter as we headed off.

I managed the cart, Hanna carried my staff, and Alia carried her bag - sniffing it every block or so and sighing with an adorable smile on her face.

We got back to the house to find Zima watching for us. Her eyes widened when she saw what we had.

"You bought a new cart?" she gasped.

"I don't think it's new...," I countered.

"I'll open the garden gate," she said, disappearing back into the house.

She hollered for some of the girls to help us with the water-jugs. We offloaded those at the door - along with the ham-hock. Alia had already disappeared inside.

Hanna walked with me to the fence behind the house. Zima opened a gate and ushered us inside. I parked the cart where she showed me to. She latched and barred the gate. Hanna returned my staff to me and then headed into the house.

Zima and I followed behind her. Dora was standing in the doorway when I arrived.

"You didn't have to do that," she said.

"Nope," I agreed. "I didn't have to - but I did."

She glanced at Zima who giggled.

"Hush," she told her.

"Yes, Mother," the girl said, giggling again as she ducked past her to head into the house.

Arms wrapped around my neck and soft lips pressed themselves to mine. I was momentarily caught off-guard. I dropped the staff and reached around Dora's body to grab for her ass. She darted away, giggling.

"Not in front of the girls," she called back as she headed down the hall.

I looked down to find my cock tenting the front of my pants something fierce. I sighed, heavily.

I retrieved my staff and headed into the house, closing the door behind me. As I navigated my way down the narrow passageway, I mentally ordered my penis to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, the little bastard was already thinking about visiting the garden in the moonlight and he refused to take a nap.

~~~

After dinner, we returned to the yard for a bit of group exercise - led by the older girls. Zima had us doing some jumping jacks. Hanna had us do toe-touches. The other girls led us in pushups, sit-ups, and something that kind of looked like yoga.

When that was finished, we headed inside to the common room. The girls clamored for a story. Dora cautioned me to keep it clean of innuendo and violence.

I told her that we had stories that we told kids from where I grew up that sometimes had moral lessons and sometimes were just fantastic tales or fables. She agreed to let me tell one - but told me that she would interrupt if she decided the story was inappropriate for the young girls.

I decided to tell them the story of the Three Little Pigs. As I started into the tale, I realized that I had never actually spoken it out loud before. I had to pause, once or twice, to remind myself about the various details. The "dead air" only seemed to make the little orphan girls more anxious to hear the ending.

When I finally finished, the ones who were still awake thanked me for the story and made me promise to tell them more when I visited again. I helped carry the sleeping girls to their beds and watched as Dora tucked each of them in with a kiss. It was fucking adorable and made my heart swell within my chest.

The house-mother sent the rest of the girls off to their beds and then we sat side-by-side on one of the sofas in the common room. I put my arm around her shoulders and she leaned into me. We sat and whispered quietly. I learned a few more things about this world that I had come to live in - as well as more details about Dora's life. She learned a bit about me - as well as the world that I grew up in.

Once she was convinced that the girls weren't going to come looking for us, she took me by the hand and led me to the back door. We snuck out into the yard. She glanced at the ladder that led to the roof and giggled. The moon wasn't quite full, as it hung low in the sky, but it shone brightly above us. I swear it was twice the size of the one we had on Earth.

Dora pushed me towards the ladder with another giggle - and then pinched my ass as she chased me up the rungs. My cock was threatening to burst from my pants by the time I got to the top.

"I should have brought a blanket to lie on," she complained.

"We'll use my clothes," I told her.

I began stripping. She watched me remove my clothes. Her fingers were covering her mouth as she stood, captivated. I was hornier than hell and had no problem getting naked in front of the young woman. She wasn't a supermodel but she was more than enough woman for me and far prettier than the last woman I had fucked on Earth.

I stood up, naked as a jaybird, and looked at her. She gazed at my cock as it stood straight out from my body - pointing at her.

"It's bigger than I expected," she whispered.

"We'll take it slow," I promised.

She nodded nervously.

I stepped up to her, pulled her hands away from her mouth, hugged her, and kissed her. Her hands pulled at my shoulders, deepening the kiss. They slid down to my ribs and she pulled me closer. My hard-on stabbed her belly and her left hand went to my ass to keep me from escaping as her right hand found my cock. She looked into my eyes as we kissed and she squeezed my shaft.

I pushed my penis against her and I felt the smile on her lips. She slid her hand to the head and squeezed it, grinning more broadly as I moaned in agony mingled with bliss. She slid her hand towards my body and felt my balls hanging down. She explored my balls with her hand as we continued to make out. I groaned into her kiss.

I moved a hand to her breast and palmed and squeezed it. It was her turn to moan into our kiss. Without breaking the lip-lock, she began working with me to get her clothes off. We (of course) had to separate for a moment to get her blouse off. Her chest-wrap came after that and she pulled my hand back to her mommy-mounds, begging me to touch and squeeze her. I pinched her pointy nipples as well and she bit my lip. I nearly came in her hand.

She hurried to get her skirt and waist-wrap off and soon we were tumbling onto our pile of clothes - mostly. I groped her vulva as she tugged on my cock and teased my balls. I rubbed at her clitoris until she pulled away and then I slid my fingers down her slippery trench until I found her opening - and speared two fingers inside of her. She gasped and her body jerked - but she immediately pulled me closer and humped her cunny onto my fingers, moaning lustily.

"Frig!" she gasped.

She pulled my penis towards her pussy. I stopped her and rolled her onto her back. She whined out a complaint.

"Let me try something first," I told her.

I quickly got my mouth onto her sex and went to work. She screamed - even as she grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled me in harder. She fucked her vulva at my face like a crazy woman - and then shrieked as she came.

I caught a glimpse of a person dressed like a ninja slipping up onto the roof to watch us. They... she... I sensed that it was a woman. She hid behind one of the planters and watched me as I worked to get Dora to cum again. The voyeur didn't seem to be interested in anything but watching, so I ignored her and went back to my work.

I slid two fingers into Dora's cunt and began lapping at her clitoris. Her body jerked and she shrieked again. She shoved me away - and then pulled me back again. I lapped once or twice more and she repeated this. Meanwhile, I slowly slid my fingers in and out of the mouth of her vagina as I continued to lick her clit.

"Holy Father!" she gasped. "Frig!"

Her body spasmed and I lightly sucked on her clitoris. She gave a high-pitched squeal that sounded like I was killing her - but she pulled my face down harder at the same time that she fucked her pussy onto my fingers.

She came - vigorously - squirting all over my face and hand.

"Gods above!" she gasped when her body had quit shuddering and spasming.

"Ready for more?" I asked her.

"By the seven hells!" she complained. "I haven't even gotten your cock inside of me yet and I feel like I might die!"

"I can probably heal you," I said with a smirk.

She laughed and pulled me up for kisses. I caught sight of our visitor disappearing over the side of the building.

As Dora sucked and kissed my lips, she worked to get the head of my penis to pass within. It was a struggle to get inside - and then, as soon as the crown went in, we hit a barrier soon after.

"Push through it," she ordered. "I'll be fine."

I used my magic to pull at her pain and then shoved forward. My cock twinged as her hymen tore and I barely kept from cussing. She pulled her lips from mine.

"You... You took the pain?" she asked.

I nodded.

If I had thought she was horny before, I had been mistaken. Her arms went around my neck and she crushed my lips to hers. The pretty young woman was ravenous and I was a hunk of savory roasted meat. She tore at me - trying to sate her voracious need.

Her legs wrapped around my ass and pulled me into her. Her thighs clenched again and again as she fucked herself using my body. I squeezed her hip - then her ass. Her breast fit perfectly in the palm of my hand and I groped both of her taut titties as I jammed my cock deeper and deeper inside of her. I wanted to pull out and slam in again but she had my body locked in her embrace and she was determined not to let me escape until I had filled her to overflowing.

She moaned into my lips and began to climax again. I felt a warm slickness coat my balls and I moaned as my jism erupted from my testes and raced up my shaft to explode inside of this sexy young woman. I gripped her ass in both of my hands and buried myself as far inside of her as I could as I flooded her. I truly believed that only the All-Father's promise prevented me from knocking this woman up. I came and came and came in her until it squeezed out around my shaft - even though her pussy lips were clenched tightly around it.

A burst of green light pulsed from Dora's body, centered behind her tits, and flooded over the roof of the house - painting all of the plants with a luminous glow for a split-second - before it all faded.

She was panting beneath me.

"That was... Frig! That was perfect!" she said.

I laughed and said, "I thought it was pretty damned good too."

I caught another glimpse of our voyeur's head and then the stealthy woman disappeared again.

For a brief moment, I had felt the stranger's magic reaching out to Dora and me. When she departed, however, I knew that she had - and not just because I couldn't see her anymore. I somehow felt the traces of her magic moving farther away.

My thoughts were interrupted by the house-mother's words.

"I want to do that again but I'm not sure I can," she said.

She gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"I wish I knew how soon you'd be back," she went on.

My thoughts were churning inside of my head. Seeing the ninja-like woman, my brain had hatched this crazy plan to track down the protection-scheme guy. I intended to make sure that problem was removed from Dora and the orphans' futures.

My wilting cock squeezed out of Dora's cunny and she gave a little whimper of protest.

"Can you make it hard again?" she asked.

"No," I said, grinning, "but you can."

"How?" she asked.

My penis was already waking from its nap as I thought about what I planned to ask her to do. I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me.

"If you use your mouth on it," I told her. "If you lick it and suck it, it should get hard enough for you to use in your pussy again."

Her look turned hungry once more and she slid down my body. I groaned as she knelt between my knees to start her work. She cuddled my balls and then moved her hand up my shaft. It was already rising to meet her. She giggled and looked up at me.

If there had been anything in my balls - as she looked into my eyes and slid my cock between her lips - it would have erupted. I moaned as she tasted me, pulled off, smacked her lips, and went a little deeper the second time.

"Is some of that from me?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"We taste good together," she said, smiling.

I moaned loudly as she slid me between her lips, across her tongue, and ventured towards her throat. She gave my balls a teasing squeeze and her cheeks caved in as she suckled me. My left hand went to her wavy hair and I caressed her as she worked to get me hard enough to fuck once more.

She pulled off of me with a pop and smacked her lips again.

The next time my cock filled her mouth, she sucked even harder than before. Somehow, my balls began refilling with semen. My penis was suddenly achingly-hard. Once more, I was desperate to cum.

I pulled Dora up, kissed her, rolled her onto her back, and slid my cock back home again.

"Yes...," she hissed.

The night air filled with the sounds of my body slapping against hers, the hungry moans that both of us uttered, and then the curse-words screamed into the moonlight as we climaxed together once again.

We rested together and made out for a while longer. Dora pushed me up to my hands and knees and then ordered me to crawl up her body until she got my cock in her mouth again. She caressed my balls and cleaned me up, moaning lustily as she used her fingers to churn my gooey jism that still spilled from her gaping pussy.

We gathered our clothes, descended the ladder naked, and used a basin of rainwater - along with a washcloth - to clean the bulk of the mess from our bodies. There was a glob of ejaculate on my shirt. I got that cleaned up as well and then hung the garment up to dry.

Dora told me that she wished she could bring me to her bed. In my mind, I saw all of the little orphans' beds that occupied the room where Dora's bed was located. I nodded to her, understanding why that would be a bad idea.

She kissed me a bit longer, squeezed my cock, and then we got dressed. She headed inside. A couple minutes later, she returned with a woolen blanket. She handed it to me, begged another kiss, and then went into the house.

I found that - if I focused hard enough - I could almost sense where she was in the house. I pulled my waist-wrap on - as well as my pants - moved over by one of the bushes near the wall, rolled up in the blanket, and slid under the side of the bush.

~~~

Just before dawn, a gentle rain started. I woke quickly, grabbed my shirt, boots, and the blanket, and hurried inside. I finished getting dressed and then folded up the blanket and left it in the common room.

I gathered my things and looked for the cloak I had taken from Nella's attacker. I pulled the hood up and fastened the clasp, draping the thing over my shoulders. I was bigger than he had been, but it would keep most of the rain off - or at least I hoped it would.

"I'll let you out," Zima said. "Will you come back?"

"I plan to," I told her. "I just don't know when."

She nodded and began unlocking the door.

"Thank you," she said, "for everything. Including taking good care of our mother."

I blushed at her words but she ignored me and simply waited for me to pass out through the open doorway.

"May the All-Father watch over your steps," she intoned.

"... and yours," I replied, not knowing if that was the right response but feeling like it was.

~~~ End of Chapter 2 ~~~

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