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“Persephone” randomly arrived on Mosi’s doorstep looking for a date (with no prior warning; how rude)…Cassie had her reservations, but Mosi was pretty stoked and wore blue and witch potion to increase his chances of success.
Selene continued to hear a voice (voices?) so she got up for a walk and was surprised by a talking painting in her dad’s old storage room, and now she has the wrong colour eyes (it’s probably fine).
We ended with confirmation of Mosi cherry popped, but not by the exquisite creature we initially thought (totally a different exquisite creature though).
“A son!” The Lord of the 12 Royal Houses of Simchu Pichu made a sound that could only be described as a girlish squeal of delight.
“At last! Kumya…do you know what this means?!”
“That Her Radiance is, er, expecting a boy child?”
“No, silly!” A giggle this time, “well, actually, yes…but not only that! It also means I do not have to try and stuff my beauteous man wand into that dry hole between Her Radiance’s legs for at least a year!”
“Beauteous man wa–”
“Yes, a new one I’m trying out…do you like it?”
Kumya felt his cheeks warm, “I could not say, Your Magnificence; I have not had the, er, pleasure of–”
“Dirty goose!” The giggle again, “I mean do you like the name of course!”
“Yes, Your Magnificence, very…particular.”
Go to Simchu Pichu, they said, serve at the right hand of the The Ayar himself, they said…Kumya was relieved Master Farengal could not see him now; discussing ludicrous terms for male genitalia with the most singularly ridiculous sovereign ever born.
“I am slightly disappointed though, that it was Marketa and not one of my wiggly little bunnies,” The Divine Ayar made a petulant moue, “if she manages to whelp the next Scion there will be simply no living with her!”
“My condolences, Your Magnificence, that you did not impregnate a concubine,” the sorcerer tried very hard not to envision his king’s hair on fire…in case it actually happened.
“It’s so very frustrating, Kumya,” whined The Conqueror Descendant, “no matter how many of their nectary petals I pollinate with my beauteous man wand, nothing ever seems to come of it!”
“Er, you don’t pollinate petals, Your Magnificence–”
“Not important; I agree that it is quite peculiar that none of your efforts have come to fruition, excepting where Her Radiance is concerned, of course.”
“Indeed! What are the odds all of my fragrant fruit blossoms are barren? It seems rather mad,” huffed the king, “my father had half the harem I’ve got, you know, and his luscious delicacies constantly had a belly full…”
Kumya watched the Lord of Simchu Pichu sulkily admire his manicure, and wondered, not for the first time, if his liege was perhaps pollinating the incorrect orifice…
“Do you think my Divine Forebear is punishing me for something, Kumya?” Pouted the king, interrupting his servant’s thoughts.
“Of course not, Your Magnificence; Ayar looks down upon you with favour, as He has marked you as His own,” it was the correct answer, even if Kumya didn’t truly believe it.
Kon huffed, “yes, very well…have the harem guard bring me an afternoon snack would you? Something new…not the red-eyed one, mind; I’m in no mood for biting.”
“And was my husband pleased to hear Our news?” Sabit noted the tugging at the corner of the other woman’s mouth, betraying her urge to smirk.
“Yes, Your Radiance; I have it that he celebrates, even now, and calls for the harem guard to bring him a woman.”
This time, Marketa did not bother to repress her sardonic mirth, “little good may it do him.”
“I must, once again, advise caution, my Queen,” little good may it do her, “even Kon will in time notice something is amiss.”
“Sabit worries herself too much,” it was always the same reply, “for it is clearly the will of The Conqueror that His Son should only sire children upon His Chosen Queen…unless you have had a Vision, my lovely mystic?”
“No, Radiance, I have had no Visions, I only worry for my mistress; the physicians and scholars begin to murmur of curses and demons, as men do when something perplexes them.”
“Let them murmur; their fussing will never make it’s way to my doorstep,” perhaps it was true, but Sabit could not help the knot of anxiety in her gut, “no, we are always one step ahead of these men, are we not?”
“Yes, Your Radiance,” until we are not, “but I will, nonetheless, remain diligent on your behalf…the stars favour this child you carry–”
“Have you had a sign then? Is it the Scion already?” Marketa’s eyes sparkled with desire, and despite herself, Sabit felt a flutter of jealousy.
“Nothing certain, my Queen, but there is every sign that his will be a blessed path–”
“You may keep your overcaution, witch; with the next Conqueror Descendant in my belly, there will soon be no need for subterfuge,” perhaps the fire in her eyes was for Sabit after all…
…or perhaps Marketa was looking only for something to burn, “and then my idiot husband can impregnate as many fat-assed concubines as he sees fit.”
The Queen was forever full of hunger; it consumed her from within, even as she devoured everything and everyone around her. Ambition, she would call it, but Sabit Abi-Simti knew what it really was.
Hunger. Desperate and burning hunger; it would consume them all, eventually, if left unchecked.
The Stars were very clear on that account.
Kumya made his retreat as the king’s ‘afternoon snack’ arrived; why the constant association between his concubines and food or diminutive beasts, he did not know…Kon Ayar was forever an enigma.
It was quite the perplexing riddle, however; why was it that the Lord of Sim’Caritambo could not produce children with any woman save his wife? The sorcerer did not pretend to be any expert of fertility, but he’d never heard of such a strange thing; a man capable of only reproducing with one particular woman?
It was either that, or the entirety of the harem was barren, as the king believed; but the odds of that were incalculably low…no, there was something else entirely going on here, and Kumya decided he was going to get to the bottom of it.
“You seem distracted, lovely,” Marketa was careful to keep the irritation out of her voice; it would not do to quarrel with the keeper of her secrets.
“My apologies, Your Radiance,” the mystic’s gaze was nearly wistful, “but the nearer I am to you, the more I cannot help worrying for you.”
Of course she did, that was her duty, after all.
“So long as it does not lessen the pleasure of our time together,” in any case, the pleasure for the queen was what truly mattered, was it not?
Her gaze fell on the mystic’s heavy breasts, as round and firm as any young woman’s…yet Marketa remembered that Sabit had been a young woman already, when she herself was still a child.
“There can be nothing that would lessen the pleasure of my lady’s arms,” came the appropriate reply.
The Ayar’s wife let her fingers trail down the unblemished skin as she contemplated, not for the first time, the mystery of her mother’s pet witch…who was now her pet witch.
It would not do to ask the creature her true age, for she swore not to know, but Marketa’s mother had said the mystic had served her grandmother also…had she looked at them with such devotion? The queen preferred to think not.
Whatever the case, hers was a witch blessed truly with magics…unlike that sullen farce of a sorcerer her husband kept in his orbit.
The queen’s touch found it’s way to Sabit’s hip.
At first the dalliance between them had served to demean the haughty enchantress, who seemed to think herself above a middle daughter with no discernible prospects…but in time, the heat of the painted woman’s gaze had turned from resentment, to something rather unexpected.
Still, the queen would not be satisfied until she had the other woman’s full attention; her fingers found the crevice between the witch’s thighs, “perhaps we should try again, just to be certain.”
“As Your Radiance wishes.”
Sorry, no Amazons this chapter 😱 …just boobies 😀
Time to begin peeking into the machinations of the Sim’Caritambo Court, as what’s going on there will eventually become relevant to the lives of our Simchu Pichu clan.
And welcome to the story Kumya the Sorcerer (donated by MrsRacooney), and Sabit Abi-Simti (donated by Munterbacon)…I hope you all love them as much as I do (if not what I have in store for them 😬)!
Totally Normal Mosi: “HAPPY SIMMING!!”