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“Fuck you, Kal! I hope your fucking dick falls off! You are never, ever touching me again! Get the fuck away from me!” Perra screamed in the mage’s face.

Kal was so shocked by the outburst he stood up from his place next to the large tub and turned towards the door, his expression blank as he automatically followed the laboring woman’s orders.

“No, no, no, no,” Elta said, jumping up and gently steering him by the shoulders back to the water-filled basin Perra was sitting in. “Any other time she tells you to go away, you do it. But not now, your place is here.” The cleric put her hands on his shoulders and pushed, directing him to kneel and resume his position by the tub.

“Slow your breathing, girl, before you pass out,” said Lulen. “You can’t push when you’re asleep.” The old midwife had a hand on Perra’s belly and was pressing in various places to be sure that the baby was aligned properly. “Boy,” she commanded holding out a hand towards Kal. Taking it, he channeled some magic into her while she peered intently at the pregnant woman. Nodding at what she saw, she let go. “A few more contractions and she should be ready.”

Elta was still amazed at the old woman’s ability to see into the bodies of those she touched. It had been a bit of a shock the first time she helped Lulen, the midwife reaching out and demanding magic from her. The cleric didn’t have the same kind of control as Kal and it took a few frustrating failures before Elta discovered that attempting to cast a healing spell where the central glyph was disrupted by the old woman’s body had roughly the effect they needed. She sent news of her discovery back to the church in the capital not long after she arrived but the luke-warm response they sent back led her to believe that they hadn’t taken her seriously.

In return, Lulen had been amazed by the large metal washtub that arrived strapped to the top of the cleric’s carriage once Elta explained what it was for. The blacksmith had also taken a keen interest in it since the metal was so thin but quickly lost interest when the cleric explained that she had no idea how it was manufactured other than it was something that stemmed from a recently discovered way of making tough but light armor.

A new method of giving birth cropped up in the last couple of years where deliveries were happening in a pond, stream, or bath instead of a bed. The added buoyancy from the water seemed to make the process much easier on both mother and child and new mothers were quickly singing its praises. Unfortunately, it was discovered that doing this in a tub, where the dirty water couldn’t circulate out, could lead to infections. Those that gave birth in a body of water didn’t seem to have these issues, given that the water was clean to begin with. Since it was difficult to keep the water both warm and circulating in the average city home, the method was nearly abandoned until a few priests began purifying the water immediately after the woman delivered, even before the child was lifted out of the water. Seeing the clergy’s relative success, washing the child and mother after a water birth became required, regardless of how clear the water was once finished. It was still recommended to have a cleric available as the spell purified any dirtied water that may have gotten into the baby’s eyes, ears, and nose as well as anything that might have flowed back up into the mother. The purification spell was also far simpler than a healing spell and therefore cost much less than having a cleric come back a few days later to heal any infections that occurred.

All these things combined made the method accessible to the majority of the urban populace and quickly replaced delivering in bed or on a birthing stool.

Elta hated the idea of charging for bringing a child into the world. Unfortunately, the high priests and priestesses disagreed and expected reports of services rendered to the townsfolk and what she charged them. They weren’t particularly callous about it in person but were very firm that it took gold to run an organization as large as the church and that they couldn’t give away their time and abilities.

On paper, Telsin was filled with hardy folk who rarely got injured. The cleric took payment from the wealthier families for purifying the water in the tub after a delivery, but never made any mention of the extra healing she often supplied. Master Ellis stepped up if the family was unable to pay for her services, saying that Elta’s new methods saved him a ton of time and effort washing the linens he continued to supply and claiming that he was just giving her that savings. She saw it for the lie it was but thanked him profusely for not having to explain to her superiors why the town’s birth rate seemed unusually low.

With Kal there, Elta didn’t need to worry about supplying the old midwife with the magic for her unusual ability, which allowed her to focus on the woman in the tub.

Perra visibly relaxed as the latest contraction began to ease up, but they all knew that it wouldn’t be long before the next. She flashed a slightly apologetic smile at Kal as she realized what she had said.

“What’s your problem, boy. You’ve helped me enough times this should be old hat. Yet, you’re more nervous than with the barmaid’s sister,” grumped Lulen

Kal’s face was still mostly blank as he gave her a weak smile, “Those ones weren’t mine.”

The look Perra gave him made her thoughts clear even without the bond: this wasn’t his first child so why was he acting so odd?

He really didn’t have an answer other than it was his first child with this kind of delivery. Aradelle giving birth to Eludora had been as anticlimactic as he believed bringing a child into the world could be. The alarune just leaned back and a moment later his first daughter’s seed slid out of the plant girl, the simplicity of the process made more sense later when he found out she could change the shape of her avatar. Bea hadn’t made a big deal of the delivery of her egg, not even informing him until after the fact. She was far more excited later when Adalena hatched.

Kal still occasionally had a difficult time wrapping his head around his first two daughters sprouting and hatching instead of being born. It made the fact that he was a father seem very surreal at times. In contrast, there was no strangeness in Perra’s labor. Her ordeal was starkly human, which seemed appropriate as it would result in his first human child.

It frustrated him that this was his third time becoming a father, fourth if he believed what Ikuno said about Silma. Yet, in many ways, it felt like his first. He didn’t like the idea that this child was somehow more important than the others.

‘It is,’ came the thought from Aradelle with a faint affirming echo from Bea. ‘This is your first human baby, Kal. The first that will grow up to look just like you do and the first where there’s the chance of having a son. You love Eludora and Adalena, we know you do. But Perra’s baby is special and it’s okay to see it that way.’

‘It feels like I’m cheating my daughters,’ he replied.

‘Attention is divisible, love is not. Now focus on Perra,’ sent back the alarune.

‘You’re sounding like Ikuno.’

He only received a laugh in response,

“Yeah, focus,” Perra grumbled out loud, having ‘heard’ Kal and Aradelle’s conversation. He had forgotten that she didn’t need her necklace to hear them, though her ability to form a bond with him had been dependent on it.

The young woman had decided after her first contraction this morning that having the pendant on during labor might be a very bad idea.

“I’ll be fine, just leave me alone,” she told Kal earlier through clenched teeth during that initial period of pain and pressure. Refia’s proclamation that her labor had started prompted them to move to the living room where the large basin was nearby, just in case. It may have been overly cautious, but no one was going to argue with the woman about to have a baby.

When it finally passed, she looked up and saw Kal, Refia and Kuto standing next to the far wall. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Leaving you alone,” all three answered in eerie unison. Disturbed but immediately realizing what happened, Perra removed the necklace and asked Kal to take it into the bedroom. She’d heard stories from the women in town and didn’t want to send Kal running for the hills, or worse, trying to cut off a particular body part of his that she was rather fond of.

Back in the present, Kal’s reaction to Perra’s tirade a few seconds ago made Elta check to be sure that she wasn’t still wearing the bauble. But the area between the young woman’s breasts, much like the rest of her, was naked.

When Perra’s contractions got close enough together, Lulen instructed her to go put on the birthing gown Elta had brought and get into the warmed tub. The gown was little more than a sheet with holes for the arms that closed in the front and gave a woman in labor some semblance of modesty.

Perra looked around in annoyance. “I’ve bathed with you. You’ve seen half the pussies in town already. And you are the reason I’m like this,” she said to Elta, Lulen, and Kal in turn. Moving over next to the metal bath, she mumbled, “Fuck it,” before pulling her nightgown off and stepping in. She was in no mood to be dealing with shitty clothes that other women had worn.

Besides the contractions and all-around discomfort of labor, her bad mood was in part to Kuto not being there. After the last couple of weeks spending so much time with the harpy, she really felt the bird-girl deserved a place beside her for the birth of her child. Every time she spoke to Lulen, Perra had to consciously keep the resentment out of her voice, since the old midwife was the only reason Kuto or any of the others couldn’t be there.

She had asked Elta yesterday if having the midwife was really necessary now that Kal was back. The cleric gave her a quick rundown of how the old woman’s sight worked and reminded Perra that without her there was only one alternative for checking to be sure she was ready to safely push the baby out, complete with making a circle with the thumb and forefinger of one hand and pushing the other hand through up to the knuckles. Though Perra was becoming more fond of the woman, repeatedly having Elta shove her hand inside her while going through labor wasn’t appealing at all.

Now, as her baby’s birth was imminent, she was regretting taking the convenient way out. She tried not to be upset about it. Having Lulen there meant a lot to Kal even if it annoyed her at the moment.

“Kal,” said Elta, getting everyone’s attention, “we probably only have a few more minutes. Strip and get in behind her.” Kal stared back at her in surprise, this hadn’t been discussed beforehand.

Lulen chuckled. “Sneaky girl, I was curious why the water was so low, it was to have room for two.” She ran a hand over Perra’s belly but continued speaking to the cleric, “Don’t make a habit of this until you are doing it without me. In my experience, men too often turn into fools during this time. Look at what just happened with this one,” she said, tilting her head in Kal’s direction. “Good man, grounded, loves his woman; turned into a complete idiot for a second.” She turned her head enough to look at him out of the corner of her eye, “Good thing I like you or I would have run you off as well. Get in, but keep your cock out of her reach. Bad things might happen if she gets a hand on it.”

Kal gave her a weak smile. He was finally starting to lose the blank look on his face as his mind got over the shock of Perra entering this last stage of labor.

“You’d better hurry before the next ... too late,” Perra said through gritted teeth as her lower abdomen tightened up. Reaching to the side, she sought out Kal’s hand and nearly crushed his fingers as she channeled all the pain of the contraction into her grip. A full minute went by before her body relaxed again and Kal extricated his hand. After wiggling his fingers to be sure they were still working, he started pulling his clothes off.

Lulen laughed quietly as the mage slid into the metal bath behind Perra. “Good thing you’re traveling, boy. I’ve little doubt I’d be back here in nine months if you weren’t.” Elta gasped, looking scandalized at the midwife’s comment while Perra let out a giggle and Kal froze in the middle of lowering himself into the water. He had never expected the old midwife to be checking him out like that.

“I’m old, not dead, you three,” the woman grumbled as she reached out for Kal’s hand to check the baby once again.

Perra endured two more contractions before Lulen instructed Kal and Elta to warm the water again. Elta didn’t see the need to tell her that Kal was most likely out of magic after powering the midwife’s ability three times without a crystal. She was unable to hide the surprise on her face when he cast the simple cantrip and began warming that side of the tub. Looking over at his clothes she saw the small pouch that held his mana crystals. Turning back to Kal she saw him mouth ‘later’ at her questioning expression.

It wasn’t long before Perra sat bolt upright, panting, “I’ve gotta push. I’ve gotta push. I’ve gotta push!”

“One moment, child,” said Lulen, looking down and holding out her hand to Kal. A few seconds later she smiled, “It’s time. On the next one help her sit up, so she can push properly,” she told Kal.

In what felt like forever to the laboring woman but was actually only a few minutes, Lulen reached down and pulled the baby away from Perra’s body, creating a murky cloud around the newborn. After a quick scrub with just her hands, she nodded to Elta who had her spell ready. The water turned crystal clear as soon as the cleric touched it.

The old midwife lifted the child out of the water, letting its lungs drain for a moment before placing it on Perra’s chest.

“Say hello to your son.”

Elta scowled, pacing back and forth in front of the new mother and her baby. “He could have let me take her back to town, he should be here with you.”

“It’s fine Elta, he won’t be gone long and Talin is asleep so he’s not missing anything,” said Perra, smiling softly at the bundle in her arms.

Lulen stayed until the little one finished his first meal before deciding to head back home. Kal went to get the midwife that morning before the sun crested the trees. By the time he returned from taking her back, the sun would be starting to set.

“Would you please sit down, Elta? Your pacing is starting to make me nervous. Why are you doing that anyway?”

“Kal.”

“What about him?”

“He confuses me, he shouldn’t have been able to heat the water before Talin arrived. Not only that, but he offered to heal you before putting on his belt with the mana crystals. Mages as young as him don’t have that kind of power to draw on. I didn’t realize it until today, but he should never have been able to save himself during our duel. Assuming he was telling the truth about his fire resistance rune, the magic required to protect himself from my spell would have been immense, far beyond what someone so new to magic should be able to handle.”

“You only have a few years more experience than him, yet you managed to cast your giant column of fire,” Perra offered.

“That’s different, I act as more of a conduit for the Goddess. Casting the flame strike yesterday is one of the few times I’ve felt Her power flowing through me.”

“Kal will have to tell you about why he can do what he does, it’s a long story and not my place to tell it.”

“So, you know?”

“I was there when he finally learned the full tale. It was just before his mother passed away.”

Elta’s face fell, “I hated hearing about Mera. I can’t say that I knew her very well, but she was always nice to me.”

A sad smile crossed Perra’s face at the praise for Kal’s mother. She leaned forward in her chair, “Help me up, please. I was honestly hoping that you two could heal me right away. I didn’t realize I had to wait until my proper milk came in.”

The cleric gave her a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry, we haven’t talked much about after the delivery. That’s completely my fault, most women have at least witnessed a ... human birth and have some idea of what goes on afterward.” She was going to mention that most women had a motherly figure in their lives to tap for advice. But with both Mera and her own mother passing on, Elta felt it would cause the girl unneeded hurt during what is supposed to be a happy time. “I can still heal you if you want,” she hurried on. “The instances where healing stopped a woman from producing milk are very few and far between.”

The farmgirl shook her head as Elta helped her stand, “I’m not taking that chance. I can deal with some discomfort for a few days.” Stifling a yawn, she blinked a few times before saying, “I’m exhausted, and I think Talin and I are going to head to bed. Let Kal know where we are when he gets back please ... unless you are needing something from him first?”

The cleric gasped, blushing bright red.

“I saw how you were looking at him when he climbed in with me and I don’t really blame you. On any other night, if you were in genuine need and asked him, I might say okay. But not tonight. Tonight, he’s mine and Talin’s.” She sniffed the air in the direction of the cleric, “I don’t mean this in a bad way, but you smell like a bitch in heat. There’s something in my drawer that you can borrow to take the edge off. I don’t expect I’ll be needing it until after Kal leaves. Your other option would be to ask Ghoss and Ruce if they would be willing to share one of the boys for a quick romp. Any which way, you need some relief.”

Elta’s eyes flicked toward the bedroom door before she scowled at Perra. “Why would you think I would be interested in that right now?”

“First, as I said, I can smell how turned on you are, and I don’t have a nose like Refia. Second, I’m a woman and I know perfectly damn well what it feels like to have your womb yelling at you to make a baby. Third, you’ve been around a man who has proven he’s virile, loves his women, cares for his children, and has also been naked in front of you twice, so you know what he has to offer in that area. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what your body is telling you right now.”

The cleric ground her teeth together in frustration, unable to refute anything the farmgirl just said. Once Talin was having his first meal and all of the cleaning up and busy work was complete, images came rushing into her head of Kal standing up and stepping out of the large bath before turning to help Perra do the same. Her undergarments had been soaked ever since.

She couldn’t even argue about what the woman said about her body. Each time she looked at Talin, she got an inexplicable feeling in her lower abdomen. It was the same feeling she got when visiting her nephew, like something was missing down there. It didn’t escape her that both Marda and Perra were younger than her and already had husbands and children. She used the word ‘husband’ loosely, Elta still didn’t fully understand the intricacies of Kal’s various relationships.

Despite being annoyed with the woman, the cleric helped her get up from the chair and hobble into the bedroom, even holding little Talin while she undressed.

“Where did you get the name from?” asked Elta, while indicating that Perra should get into bed.

“It was my father’s name,” she said as the cleric laid Talin next to her.

“I’ve never heard you speak of your parents.” Seeing the sadness in Perra’s eyes, she blurted out, “You don’t have to tell me...”

As long-buried memories of her parents came to the surface, she smiled softly, “It’s okay, it was many years ago now, not long after the first of my monthlies. Mother was a seamstress while Dad was a Jack-of-all-trades. He found a cave with a small vein of gold in it far out in the eastern wilderness and came back to get Mom to help him collect it, leaving us behind. They never returned.

“When they didn’t come back after a few days, Emrick finally reported what happened to the town council. At the prospect of finding gold, they sent out a search party. The next day, they found the cave and their bodies. The worst part was that it wasn’t even gold, but fool’s gold instead. After Mom and Dad were buried, one of the councilmen sold what they collected from the cave to be used as fire-starters and gave the money to Emrick.

“Things continued downhill from there. Emrick made friends with Duma who was both dumb as hell and a bit older than my brother, giving him a source of ale until he got old enough to buy it for himself.” A pained expression crossed Perra’s face, “It wasn’t long after he started coming home with alcohol on his breath that he started hitting me for every tiny mistake I made. Since I was completely dependent on him, I justified what he did. He was out getting jobs to keep us fed so I didn’t blame him for being so hard on me. It wasn’t until I had met Kal, his mother, and Ikuno that I discovered Emrick didn’t care one whit about me.”

She made a face like she just bit into something sour, “Enough talking about him. You asked me about my parents. Mom was soft-spoken and kind, often engrossed in her work because of her skill. She could sew an entire dress together while holding a conversation and never miss a stitch. Dad was more impulsive. He never picked up a steady trade of his own because he enjoyed the challenge and variety of helping the other tradesmen in town. If the blacksmith needed help, he might spend a week there then move over to help the carpenter with a set of shelves before manning the millstone so the miller could have a couple of day’s rest.”

“It sounds like you admire him.”

“I admired them both, but each for very different reasons. I think my parents were about as opposite in personality as humanly possible.” Smiling down at the little boy next to her, she said, “Now I have something to carry on his name even though it’s a little different from my father’s.”

“How so?”

“My father’s name was Tallon.”

“Hmm, good choice in changing it. That sounds like the name of some far-off world full of bird people.”

Perra stared at the cleric in confusion for a moment before they heard hoofbeats coming up the trail from town. Kal was home.

Elta’s urges had cooled during Perra’s story but now roared back to life at the thought of the wizard returning. She knew immediately there was no way she could face him without throwing herself at him. Not in this state at least.

Seeing the pleading look and near panic on the cleric’s face, Perra rolled partway on her back and pointed at Kal’s nightstand. With a whimper of defeat, Elta walked around the bed.

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around you offering me up to take care of her lust on the same day you gave birth,” said Kal, looking more amused than dismayed as he stripped off his clothes for the second time that day. The cleric had been jogging toward the boys’ bunkhouse on the back of the property as he was coming out of the barn from putting Bonn up.

Perra was lost in thought for a moment, “I think there’s more to this Kal. I’d put her desire on par with Ikuno’s, maybe even stronger. Yet, she acts like she’s terrified to lay with a man. No. Not ‘acts like.’ She is terrified to sleep with a man.”

“No guesses why?”

“I suggested she get together with the tanner’s boy awhile back and she said something about being passed around town within a week. I’m guessing it’s related. If she approaches you before you set back out, I don’t think you should turn her down.”

Kal crawled into bed behind Perra. “One, I can hardly believe I heard that from you. Two, after that week with Sera, I’m not terribly excited about sleeping with a woman I barely know.”

“Even the mushroom girl?”

“She’s different and you know it,” he grumbled.

Perra chuckled, “I know, but that was too easy.”

Her laughter shook Talin enough to wake him, which reminded the baby that his belly was empty. After a few seconds of loud complaining, he latched onto the nipple rubbing across his lips. Shortly after, he grabbed his father’s pinky as it touched his hand, holding on tight as his mother fed him.

Elta waved and thanked Kuto for bringing her back to her tent but the harpy was already winging her way to the exit. It wasn’t out of rudeness, she just wanted to be back to the bunkhouse before it got too dark to fly. On the way there, she and Elta were chasing the sunset. Now she was flying into the night. With the large fields at the farm to land in, it wasn’t a huge deal to fly at night but still something she preferred to avoid.

In the dim light of the glowing stones scattered about the cavern, she reached into an inner pocket of her robe and pulled out the polished stone phallus she found in the nightstand. Thoughts of the mage stepping out of the bath coursed through her head as she stared at the toy in her hand. This was supposed to be around Kal’s natural size, it was a short stretch of the imagination to place a similar-sized cock pointing proudly toward her in the image.

Tugging at the fasteners, she pulled frantically at her robes until they fell to the ground around her ankles in a heap. Sinking to her knees on the hard ground, she brought the phallus to her lips, taking the head between them and running her tongue around it, wetting it down with her saliva. The scene playing in her head was of him shoving his cock into her mouth, repeatedly making her gag. Back in the cavern, she continued to drag her tongue along the toy, readying it for the next phase. She imagined pulling him into her tent and having him lie down as she bunched her bedroll and blankets into the middle of the floor. Straddling the bundled-up fabric, she placed the stone cock on it and positioned herself over the top, one hand holding it in place.

“No,” she whispered as a small part of her mind saw the danger in what she was doing. A moment later the head of Perra’s toy pushed through the lips of her pussy and she threw her head back and shrieked in pleasure. By the time she had taken the cock fully, she was shaking on the edge of orgasm. Looking down, she saw Kal’s face smiling back up at her instead of the rolled-up linens.

Her eyes were wild and a maniacal grin split the clerics’ face as she began moving up and down.

“You’re mine tonight, mage.”

The next day, Kuto finally had the chance to fawn over Talin. She carefully cradled the child as she sat sideways on Perra’s lounger while Refia and Daxas stood nearby. The harpy had already stated multiple times how she hated having wings instead of normal arms like most monster girls. She was also insanely jealous of the dog and wolf girl’s ability to shapeshift their limbs, mentioning that it was sometimes hard to entice a man to sleep with her when lying on her back with her legs in the air. While not as pronounced as the other harpies, the swallow still had a mean-looking set of claws on her feet.

“What’s wrong?” Kal asked Perra, getting the attention of the others in the room. He had noticed that she seemed distracted, catching her looking off to the west with a scowl more than once that morning. He could probably look into her mind and see for himself but decided long ago to allow his women their privacy unless necessary.

“Something doesn’t feel right with Elta.”

“You can sense her?”

“It’s not like with you. I can tell what direction she’s in and sometimes tell how she feels, but it’s like she’s on the far end of the room whispering at me.” Perra closed her eyes, “Something feels wrong though.” There was a pattern to the feelings she was getting, and she was almost certain that the cleric was masturbating. By itself, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but this seemed to have been going on since Perra woke in the middle of the night to feed Talin. There was also a sharper feeling that only happened occasionally. If her observations were correct, it should happen again in this part of the cleric’s pattern sometime soon.

“Shhh,” said the farmgirl, holding up a hand for silence. Rising ... rising ... the crest ... relaxation ... then ... Perra’s eyes snapped open, “She’s hurting! Give me Talin!” she said, nearly yelling at the harpy.

Kuto drew back from Perra’s outstretched hands, “I would never--!”

“Not you! Elta! She’s hurting herself then using her healing spells! You and Kal need to get to her, now!” Nodding, Kuto passed Talin off to Refia before hopping off the chair and heading toward the door. Perra looked up at Kal with tears in her eyes as Refia handed her son to her, “I’m sorry. I thought I was helping.”

“Hush, you didn’t know. We’ll take care of her,” he said, kissing her on the forehead before running out the door after the harpy.

Outside, Kuto was already in the air and looping back toward the farmhouse. Kal watched her for a second before activating the strength and speed runes and running away from her. Jumping high into the air he activated the feather fall spell to slow his descent while holding out his arms. A moment later the swallow grabbed him by the shoulders and winged off toward Felli’s Peak, the harpy’s wings beating furiously with the help of Kal’s speed rune.