86. Mysterious Depths

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Last chapter…

Artie followed a dodgy cultist to a secret temple, and then ran down some stairs into a dark basement to meet “them” (no word yet as to who them is, and whether or not them will eat Artie).

Persephone and Khafre had a little row in the forest about motivations and stuff, but it was mostly just bc they are hot and not on screen enough (ok, also bc plots needed to be tied up, but LOL, who even remembers my plots?)
Anyway, they kind of made up at the end, but sadly no boom boom (aww).

Oberon met Artie’s cultist buddy and had a weird convo; no word, as yet, on whether or not his invoice has been paid (I’ll keep you posted tho).

Prim and Bella bickered a smidge about stuff (as they do), bc apparently Bastene is giving them a run for their magical money (oh that plucky girl!).
Balsam showed up and was weepy and massively preggo.
They decided (probably) that it was time to call grandma.

A mysterious High Priestess in a temple took a call on her cell.  I’m sure this is not related to grandma tho…



“Are you well, my dear?”

The air was weird and thick, like her eyes couldn’t focus, or like, smoke?  What the hell…

“I-I’ll be okay, eventually.”

Someone groaned…it sounded far away, but also kind of in her head, which was probably messed up, but–

“Is she awake?”

Noises.  Some kind.  Everything so swimmy tho…

“Not entirely, but it won’t be long now, go; you have a job to do, I will care for her.”

Why was everyone talking under water…?


It wasn’t that Horus didn’t like girls, not at all, girls were great…

more than great, actually.


“Not yet!  Almost there–hold on–” the rest of her sentence was pretty much just one long vowel, but Horus wouldn’t have heard her anyhow, not once all that clenching started.

“Damn son,” he heard her say as his senses returned, “Pili better watch out, he’s got some stiff competition.”

Horus knew he was blushing.  “Thanks Nafi, I–hope I’ll be able to, ah, do a good job?”

“Of course you will kiddo!  You’re a sweetie and–” he felt her give him a firm squeeze where they were still joined, “–well blessed by the Goddess, I’d say we have some pretty lucky young ladies in this Tribe.”

Well, if he hadn’t been blushing before, he certainly was now.  Nafi’s confidence in his ability to be a good lover was a relief, but he was still very nervous about doing his duty going forward.

“I’m just a worrier, I guess,” he sighed, “and the prospect of having to be someone’s first time, when I’m barely past my own first time…and then there’s fatherhood to consider!”

“You’re killing my afterglow, but I’ll let it slide this once,” she teased, “Horus, we all know you’re going to be an amazing father, you’re a total natural with kids, and if Athena saw fit to put your bun in my oven, I’d be jazzed.”

There would likely be no more buns in that oven though; Pili’s twins had been difficult for small, slender Nafretiri to bear.  Her womb had never quickened again, and they assumed it likely never would.  The thought saddened him, as Nafi was an outstanding mother, and always seemed a little sad when speaking of her failure to conceive again.

“I’d be jazzed also,” and he meant it.

“I’m going to encourage Akila to pick you, when her time comes; after all, you were taught by the best, if I do say so myself.”

Are you the best?”  He feigned skepticism, “perhaps we should ask Pili if that’s true.”

“The mouth on this one,” she sighed, “guess next time we need to make sure that chiseled jaw gets a bit sorer.”


‘How has it come to this?’  Kumya frowned at the young woman’s fragrant vulva.

“Is everything okay, Councilor?”  She peeped, “do you need me to open wider?”

“Ah, no, Courtesan, no!  You are sufficiently–wide, for my purposes.”

“Did you just call me fat?”  She demanded, suddenly less accommodating.

“No!  Certainly not!”  Mercy, were they all this prickly over semantics?  “You are–an adequately slender female, enviably so, even.”

“Aww,”  She giggled, sufficiently mollified, “well just don’t take too long, I’ve got a massage booked for this afternoon.”

‘First among Master Farengal’s acolytes, Court Sorcerer to the Ayar of Sim’Caritambo…and now look at me, reduced to subterfuge of the lowest order.’

“Um, do you even know where to put it?”  Asked the concubine, with minimal sympathy.

“My knowledge of female genitalia has been, up to this point, purely academic,” he admitted, “however, I am confident in my ability to…find the correct aperture.”

“Alrighty, but, if you need help or something, just let me know,” she huffed, clearly running out of patience for this intrigue.

It was his natural curiosity and determination that had led him down this path, he supposed…

…as well as a healthy dose of suspicion.

He’d always wondered if the Queen’s quiet ‘mystic’ might be up to something, but was it her own machinating, or was Her Radiance behind the goings on?

At first, Kumya had suspected the strange woman was acting on her mistress’s behalf…

…but what business could the Queen of Sim’Caritambo have with a corpse?

It was far more likely that this witch was acting of her own accord, and delving into the forbidden realm of necromantic magics.

Kumya knew he would need more evidence against her, but also, there was still the matter of the King and his failure to propagate freely.

Two mysteries.  Two dead ends.

So here he was, a man desperate for answers, on the cusp of discovery.

Well, if he could bring himself to, ah–be adventurous.

‘I have mastered the element of fire and the higher mysticisms,’ he reminded himself, ‘one silly young woman’s moist orifice will not defeat me.’

And perhaps it would not have, but for the sudden intrusion of the Jaguar Guard.

“Councilor Kumya, you are under arrest for Attempted Cuckoldry,” was it merely a trick of the light, or did the Captain’s mask seem to grin at him?

Seize him.”


“The sorcerer?”  A woman’s voice cut through the filmy haze.

“In a cell; the girl was easily persuaded to testify against him before the king,” replied a man’s voice.

“And what was the king told?”  The woman again…kinda familiar, both of ’em, but–

“As you bid, grandmother, that the man died resisting arrest.”

‘Grandmother?’  That woman’s voice didn’t sound like no granny.

“Good, dead men can’t spread unfortunate–rumours.”

“Should I put a spear through him then?  Or do you have…plans.”

Her head felt like a damn squashed melon, but all of a sudden a name popped to the surface.

“T-Tola…?”  She croaked before the haze swallowed her up again.


The sound of the twins splashing in the creek brought a smile to Nafi’s face.

‘They’re growing up so bloody fast,’ she sighed, “but not fast enough to be super helpful.”

The garden had become a bit more of a burden since Anubis had left.

‘Maybe I’ll ask Raet if one of her girls can help out here…’ Kebechet would most likely pitch a fit, but Hatshepsut might be down with lending a hand.

‘Good kid, that Hattie,’ she smirked, ‘bit intense though.’

Raet had expressed concern over the tension between her daughters, and confided in Nafi that she was considering going against custom, and handing the leadership over to her younger daughter, instead of her elder.

“Kebs will lay a damn brick,” Nafi muttered.  And fair enough, she was raised to expect the crown, after all; but Raet was too sweet to hurt her feelings until it was totally necessary.

‘Still hoping that girl will grow out of it,’ people didn’t usually grow that much though, but hey, it wasn’t her place to interfere with the way the Queen handled her kids.

“Maaa!” Speaking of kids…

“What’s a matter baby?”  Garai came running towards her, naked and dripping creek water from top to bottom, “Akila dumped water on my head.”

“The horror!”  Nafi gasped, “are you going to melt?”

The boy sniffled and attempted to wipe his face, “it’s not funny!”

“Aww, you’ll live little boy,” she tilted her head, “hey, where’s your necklace?  I hope you didn’t lose it, those metal rings are expensive.”

“I didn’t lose it, mama, it’s just gone.”


“No, I swear!”  He insisted, all sad eyes and trembling lips, “I took it off, and set it on my tunic when I was having a bath, and then it was just–gone!


“Desh?  Are you awake?”  Someone was holding her hand.  Every-damn-thing in the world hurt.

“Was I run over by a damn camel…?” her voice sounded like an angry toad.

“Heh, no…just my grandmother I guess.”

Everything was still pretty woobly, but it was defs Tola, “you’re a lying asshole,” she croaked.

“Yeah,” he squeezed her hand, “I’m not sorry though, not like I would’ve been to see you end up executed or murdered.”

“Kay, but I’m totes still mad at you–” suddenly it hit her, like a coconut to the face.

“Wait, I was in labour, right?  Where’s my baby?”

“Easy Desh!  Easy!”  He tried to keep her from getting up, “not yet, okay?  Grandmother says you have to stay in bed or you might start bleeding again…”

“Where’s my baby?”  Desh felt tears welling up, she had a damn bad feelin’ that she wouldn’t like the answer to that question, but–

“She’s–” he paused and swallowed, “she didn’t make it…”


Beauteous lady parts were particularly plentiful this chapter, yes, I know #sorrynotsorry

Thanks again to bellagorilla for the lovely Hatasu Aui, who we’ve previously seen wandering around here and there in Sim’Caritambo; today we got to see a whole lot more tho 👀 (I regret nothing).

Some plots thicken, some evaporate into thin air, but we’re coming up on a whole barrel full of resolution pretty soon here, hang onto your butts!


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