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Clanluna
“Đelđuma, would you be my mate?” Wilmara asked her.
Đelđuma sighed. . . . She looked over at Zariz and sighed again . . .
“Wilmara, I enjoy Sharing Pleasures with you,” sighed Đelđuma. “And I would love to Share with you again. . . . and I wouldn’t mind living at the same hearth as you. But . . . . But I can’t take responsibility for providing for your children and sisters . . .”
She sighed again . . .
“I think you should ask Zariz to be your mate,” sighed Đelđuma.
Chapter 127: The mating
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“But he’s a man!” protested Wilmara.
“Wilmara, I would happy to have you live at our hearth,” said Zariz. “And I wouldn’t mind taking responsibility for seeing that there is enough meat and furs to support your child and sisters. But I would never ask you do anything with me that you are uncomfortable with.”
“This Clanluna has called you all together because she wanted to discuss a few things,” began Iga. “First of all, this Clanluna thinks that we should recognize the fact the clans of the other Summer Gathering need their own Clanluna. This Clanluna therefore recommends that Ina be proclaimed as assistant Clanluna, The Clanluna for most things with the clans of the other Summer Gathering.”
The other clanlunae, especially the ones from the other Summer Gathering, nodded at this. She had already be acting in this role for years.
“The second thing I wanted to discuss with you is: this Clanluna’s retirement,” signed Iga. “This woman is too old to be The Clanluna. This woman is planning to step down as The Clanluna and go live with Dyondar at the cave of the Ravenclaw Clan.”
“Who do you want to replace you?” asked Đelđuma.
“This woman would be signing a not-so thing if she signed that she would not wish that one of her daughters, like Igooa, were her successor,” signed Iga. “But this woman can not choose for you. Who ever you chose will be The Clanluna for years to come.”
“This woman thinks that Mariza should be The Clanluna,” signed Vezava.
“This centaur thinks that Lena should be The Clanluna,” signed Bangar.
“This woman thinks that Lena would be a good choice, but that it would be better to keep Iga as The Clanluna,” signed Mariza.
The debate on Iga’s successor continued late into the night.
“Šo how do we prevent thiš from happening again?” asked Drorg.
“Maybe each Clan could have a man who stays awake all night to guard against stranger hunters,” signed Brolovać.
“With our clan, the dogs did that,” said Priamen. “When the Sungaea attacked, they woke us up, gave us time to mount a defense. We’ve got quite a lot of them. I’m sure Mariza would be open to trading away some of them.”
“We’ve got some blink dogs too,” added Rađiv.
“This man’s Clan hid our cave with the Fidelius Charm,” signed Ceban. “It my be a right way for every Clan to hide their cave from outsiders.”
“What about when we are traveling between caves?” signed Đurčaž.
“I think I may have a solution to that problem,” replied Zariz. “Just before this all happened, I created a mini-floo network between the hearths of our cave. I think I could extend this to eventually connect all the caves.”
The males had just come back from a mass hunt. When Zariz pulled out a shrunken aurochs and used his wand to restore it to its’ original size, Đelđuma reached for the pouch that she kept her butchering knives in. She knew she’d be in for a day of carefully skinning the animal, removing the organs, cutting the meat from the bones, cutting the meat into strips, and drying the strips with fires. Knowing that she was in for a full days work, Đelđuma asked:
“Wilmara, can you help me with this?”
“Sure,” said Wilmara, pulling out her wand. A flaying curse, removed the skin from the animal. An gutting curse, removed the organs. A filleting charm separated the meat and bones into two separate piles. A cutting curse turned the chunks of meat into strips. And finally she transfigured most of the meat into jerky.
“I think I’m going to LIKE having a Weech in our clan!” observed Đelđuma.
It was near the end of the Summer Gathering when the ritual was performed to cast the final charging of Esathonia’s painting on the ceiling of Ekwus‘ cave. More couples wanted to participate than there was room for. In the end, the Sharing of Pleasures that was used for the final charge was done by a group, not couples.
After the ritual, those who had been raised from the dead, began saying their farewells. It was time for them to return to the spirit world.
“I think it’s time that I went too,” announced Priamen.
“Priamen, No!” wailed Esathonia as she wrapped herself around him.
“‘Thoni, ‘Thoni, Esathonia, It’s long past my time,” soothed Priamen. “I died before I even met you. But Luna brought me back. Now that the false Gaea is gone, I finally feel ready to return to the spirit world.”
“I understand,” said Mariza. “But before you go . . . could you do me a favor?”
“Anything for you, Mariza,” replied Priamen. “What do you want me to do?”
“Could you defeat my totem?” asked Mariza.
Mariza had stopped taking the totem strengthening herb at the beginning of the summer. So when she and Esathonia Shared one last time with Priamen, Mariza once again had the future memory flash that always happens when she is Blessed. The next morning, Mariza and Esathonia held his hand as he went back to ask Luna to release him. They each kissed him goodbye and gave him hug, before Luna waved her hand and he faded away. They then, cried in each other arms, before returning to their other mates.
After taking a portkey back to their cave, Luna’s Clan settled in. Several people were changing hearths. people’s mates had died and they had joined with someone else. As Iza got her children settled in, she regretted not courting a mate for her self. But she had been so busy healing people from the damage they had aquired in the battle. One man had a spear through his kidney. His kidney had to be removed and regrown. Another woman had her rib cage crushed when I bison stepped on her. Fortunately, Iza and Ayla found her in time and were able to rplace her shattered ribs. In the beginning, there had been many medicine women helping heal the injured. But as the summer progressed, Iza took on more and more of the work so that others could spend a last summer with their resurected mates. But now, summer was over and she didn’t have a mate any more.
Breaking with politeness, Iza glanced over at the next hearth where Zeen was struggling to cope with all those children. He’d had three mates and all of them had brought children to his hearth. Now that their mothers were dead, Zeen was left to care for them by himself. He hadn’t courted a new mate either. He had asked Luna to bring back Griga and had spent the summer with her. But at the end of the Summer Gathering, Griga, like all the others (except Thonlan) had asked to be sent back to the spirit world.
Iza watched him struggle for a while before saying:
“Do you want to be mates?”
“Yes!” said a frazzled Zeen, before moving the boundary stones of their hearths so that they now had one double sized hearth. “We’ll do the ceremony later.”
Artemiseleneris had been fleeing South Westward all summer with her weez-ur lover and her two cave-elf servants with her.
They had stopped for the night. After their evening meal, Artemiseleneris said:
“I think we should change change our names so that no one will ever connect us with my mother or the Sungaea.”
“What do you suggest?” asked Herionestor.
“I’ll be Kalia, You will be Bram, and you two will be Shiv and Shaktia.
The four continued journeying for years, going South and West until they settled in what would one day be India. They joined a local tribe and mixed with them. But Kalia’s children were always Weeches. Bram could only produce children with Shaktia. Such children had equal chances of being male or female and they inherited both Bram’s ability to do wandless magic, and Skaktia’s cave-elf curse.
Shiv was able to sire children, but they inherited his cave-elf curse also. Over time, the descendants of these for established a caste system in their land. With Weeches revered as living Goddesses, magic using cave-elves below them, muggles below them, and muggle cave-elfs as the lowest caste.
When the Aryans invaded India, thousands of years later, bringing with them their own Weeches and Weez-urs, they adapted the caste system for their own purposes.
Some of weez-urs Mara had created using polyjuice potion escaped the final battle and joined other Camps of the Sungaea. But they proved to be infertile, except when they mated with cave-elves.
Now that they were back home, Maeba took the women out to gather fall fruits while the men hunted. They had found a cluster of nut trees that had dropped their nuts and they were all carefully gathering them up when her daughter, Mooba ran up to her.
“Others are coming!” signed Mooba.
With the death of Laramar, the other Caves feared that the members of the the 9th Cave might never go back to their own cave. So when the Zelandonii Summer Meeting ended, a large group of doniiers and other prominent members of the other Caves accompanied them back to the 9th Cave to make certain that they went home. They arrived, only a few days after the Ravenclaw Clan had returned from the Clanluna Summer Gathering.
By making a portkey, Maeba was able to get the women and children quickly back to the cave. Once there, she cast a patronis. Since she was Clan, Maeba couldn’t have her patronis relay an complex message. But she could send a single word: “Others!”
As soon as they saw Ceban receive the patronis, the men apparated back to the cave.
“Maeba and Iga will come with us,” signed Ceban. “The Others respond much better to female leaders. Dyondar will translate. Broogran, Doon and Mub will stay here and guard the cave. The rest of you, come with this Leader to meet these Others.”
Ceban side-along apparated Iga, while Maeba did the same for Dyondar. They appeared in front of the crowd of Zelendonii, who were fruitlessly searching for the 9th Cave.
“Flatheads!” shrieked a girl.
“I am Ceban, son of Eba, Leader of the Ravenclaw Clan of the Clanluna,” translated Dyondar, as Ceban signed.
“Ha ha very funny Jondalar,” said an older man.
“I am using Jondalar to translate our signs,” said Jondalar, as Ceban signed.
“And I am The Clanluna, chief amongst those who Serve the Mother for the Clanluna people,” translated Jondalar, as Iga exagerated her signs to help the Zelandonii see them.
“Jondalar, quit joking around!” Said the man.
Maeba flicked her wand and the old Zelandonii man was silenced.
“Long ago, the nearby cave belonged to our Clan,” translated Dyondar, as Ceban signed “But then the Others, the Zelandonii, came and took the cave away from us. Now we had returned . . . and taken our cave back.”
“The 9th Cave of the Zelandonii is no more,” translated Dyondar, as Iga signed. “We have taken our cave back. We do not otherwise wish you harm. But We are here to stay. We only wish to be left alone. Do not interfere with our hunts or our women. Do not give ask our women to Share Pleasures or give them the sign that says you want to. Leave us alone, and we will leave us alone.”
“But if you choose to fight us . . .things will not go well for you or your people.” translated Dyondar, as Maeba signed, before casting a patronis charm.
A giant walrus made of white light flew out of Maeba’s wand. It soared up and came back down, passing through the crowd of Zelandonii.
While she was doing that, the Weez-urs were casting disarming spells on the people closest to the front.
When Maeba was done with her demonstration, everyone apparated back to the cave except her and Dyondar, who had only appeared a short distance for the crowd.
“Let us alone and we will leave you alone,” translated Dyondar, and Maeba signed. “Attack us and we will do this inside your cave. . . .”
Maeba then cast a Fiendfyre before apparating herself and Dyondar to the cave.
Suddenly there was a roiling mass of flaming animals before the Zeladonii. They stampeded in panic from the massive fire.
The members of the Ravenclaw Clan stood on the edge of the Cave, overlooking the fire below. Once the were certain that the Zelandonii were gone, Maeba, Ceban and Groom apparated down to transfigure dirt into water until the fire was quenched in a ring of swampiness.
“This woman is not fully comfortable with what we just did,” signed Iga.
“If you had seen the cave when my people left it you would be,” replied Dyondar.
“It was so bad we had to burn out the whole cave to get rid of the smell,” signed Groom.
Now that they were back from the Summer Gathering, Đelđuma would have to start her rotating schedual of spending the night with a different man of their clan, each night. And so it had been her idea for Zariz and Wilmara to be mated as soon at they returned, rather than waiting from the winter storms as was usual. Wilmara and Zariz would miss some hunting/gathering time during their period of isolation. But the best fishing time was between storms in the winter anyway.
Đelđuma had taken Wilmara into Androm’s room to prepare for the ceremony. And Zariz had prepared himself long before the women were ready. He was wearing a Clan-style wrap made from a new fur so he would look nice for the ceremony. Wilmara’s oldest sister, who had changed her name to ‘Apra’ helped him get her sisters and Đelđuma’s children ready and into the main central room to await the ceremony. Without mates to help, it was taking the men longer than usual to prepare their children and get them in the central room. But seeing Zariz waiting there helped them hurry along.
Once all the men and their children were out there, Ood had to go back into the mog-ur’s room and change for the ceremony. The children were getting impatient, figgity, and fussy.
“Grrrrr”
Suddenly there was a growling sound coming from the mog-ur’s room. A dark shape ambled out of the cave. At first I looked like one of their Cave Bears. But then it turned out to be Ood, dressed in a Clan-style wrap and his animated bear skin cloak. He ambled over to the central fire.
“In the beginning, we were Clan,” Signed Ood while speaking the same words. “And we lived in the manner that the Great Urus taught us.”
“But then the Great Luna came amongst us,” said Đelđuma, as she emerged from Androm’s room wearing only a red leather skirt and red ochre on the soles of her feet. She was walking in a very narrow gait the exagerated the sway of her hips as she walked. “And we learned the ways of the mother and combined them with the ways of the Clan.”
Once Đelđuma the clanluna had taken her place beside Ood the mog-ur, Wilmara emerged from Androm’s room. She wasn’t wearing anything except a skirt made from strings of amber beads. When they had left there hadn’t been time to look through her mothers and sister’s possessions. But when she did, she found this skirt and a bunch of matching amber necklaces that matched it. Wilmara had decided that she and her sisters would wear them on special occations.
The beads clattered against each other as she did her best redfoot walk to her betrothed. The central fire made the amber and her dirty-blonde hair seem to glow in the firelight.
Zariz had seen her do that walk before for girls and envied them. Now she was doing it for him. He began to hope for things that he had thought were impossible.
Ood and Đelđuma eached blessed them and Androm held the bowl of paint. First Đelđuma painted the sign of Wimara’s totem on each of their chests, then Ood painted the sign of Zariz’ totem over it.
“The totem of the Centaur has joined with the totem of the Unicorn!” said and signed Ood and Đelđuma in unison.
Wilmara then, as was traditional, sat had Zariz’ feet. He tapped her on the shoulder, and she followed him into their room.
Once he was in the room, Zariz turned to see Wilmara following him in, still doing that sensuous walk. He could see both happiness and fear in her eyes, so he looked deeper, into her mind. He saw what she was afraid of and was not at all surprised. Still looking into her eyes, he took her hands in his. Now, she was trembling.
“Wilmara, you don’t have to be afraid of me,” said Zariz. “As my mate, I expect you to help me gather plants, tend the garden, hunt and help care for your child and Đelđuma’s and your sisters. Nothing more. I would be lying if I said I did not want to Share Pleasures with you. but I would NEVER Force you or pressure you to Share with me. You’re my best friend. I love you. Your happiness is important to me. . . .
Now let’s make us some dinner.”
Now Wilmara was able to relax with him and they were back to being friends. They made dinner together and shared it and talked until they finally heard Đelđuma drumming on the bowl for the women’s ceremony. If had taken her a long time back her self to get all the children to sleep. Now she was drumming and dancing by herself.
Zariz and Wilmara crawled into their separate beds and went to sleep.
The next morning, There was not much to do. they had not accumulated a large amount of raw materials to make things from. So Zariz and Wilmara talked about magic all day.
SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP
“Oh Luna! Oh LUNA! OOOH!! LUUUUNAAA!”
After several years of being mated to Đelđuma, Zariz had learned to recognize the different sounds she made when she Shared Pleasures different ways. So he knew for the sound she was making that She had her ankles on his shoulders. In this position, she could Relieve her Need over and over with almost no interim for as long he could last. Zariz hoped it wouldn’t be too long.
He and Wilmara had already eaten their dinner and gone to their separate beds. Although Zariz was not jealous that his mate was Sharing with another man, he was jealous that she got to Share with someone and he didn’t. He was starting to get tingly. His nipples were hard and sensitive, his organ was getting stiff.
“(I know I’m not supposed to, but no one will ever know it I Pleasure myself) thought Zariz as he began rubbing his organ. He had just gotten fully stiff when he was startles as Wilmara crawled into bead with him. Before he could react, she had her hand wrapped around his organ and her lips on his!
One he’d recovered from the surprise, Zariz kissed her back for a while, caressing her breasts, before rolling her over on her back. Gradually, he worked his way down, kissing and caressing each part of her until she spread her legs so he could kneel between them and lick her. After more teasing and licking around that area, Zariz finally parted her folds with one hand while the slid two fingers of the other hand into her so that he could feel her contract a little if he licked her the right way. She knew exactly what he was doing. Wilmara had taught women to do this. But she was twitching anyway and her breathing became more rapid until she cried out in unison with Đelđuma:
“Oh Luna! Oh LUNA! OOOH!! LUUUUNAAA!”
Zariz gave her time to recover and was about to start up again, when Wilmara panted:
“Zariz, I want to feel you inside me!”
Zariz kissed him way back up to her lips and she reached down and guided him in. But when he felt the tip of his organ start to enter her, he hesitated.
“Wilmara, are sure you want this?”
She dug her heels into the back of his thighs and pushed him the rest of the way in. Zariz could feel that she was ready for him. He’d long dreamed of this moment. But he’d always thought those fantasies were unachievable. Now that it was actually happening, She felt better than he imagined. He pulled out a little, and thrust. She rose up to meet him halfway. Again and again he thrust and she matched him stroke for stroke. Faster and faster they Shared Pleasure as it built and built.
SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP
“Oh Luna! Oh LUNA! OOOH!! LUUUUNAAA!”
Hearing Ood groan with release and Đelđuma’s moans taper off, Zariz realized that they had finished at the same time that He and Wilmara had. Zariz collapsed and rested, still inside her until she gently pushed on his shoulder, letting him know that his weight was becoming too much. Zariz leaned up on his hands so that he look her in the eye and stay inside her.
“I must confess, I’m a little surprised by this,” said Zariz. “How was I able to Relieve your Need?”
“You licked me in just the right way,” lied Wilmara.
Looking into her mind, Zariz saw that that was a half truth. She had been listening to Đelđuma and pretending he was her when her Need was Relieved.
“I didn’t think you liked Pleasures with men,” mused Zariz.
“Well, I’m not going to ask men to go ‘hunting’ at the Summer Gathering,” replied Wilmara. “But I do find that I enjoy making you feel good. You’re my best friend. I love you.”
AN: And that’s it. The end for now. The end of the aftermath. I don’t have as much writing time as I used to and writing this is keeping me from working on other things like ‘Son of the Serpents’ or ‘Wolf girl’. At the same time, there are a couple of plot bunnies nibbling at me to continue this. One is Maeba and Ceban starting a new kind of Clan, setting prescidents that the Clan will be stuck in forever. The other is Zariz. He’s not the best at anything. But he’s good at everything. This puts him in a unique position, even more so than his mother, to combine forms of magic to create new things like he did when he invented Legimancy. I picture him creating a stone-punk world where technology never progresses beyond the stone age, but magic allows them to make things that allow a 21st century lifestyle. The Flintstones would be the muggle version of this world.
But I hate to put so much work into something that no one is reading. So If you are reading, speak up! Tell me what you like and don’t like. Suggest ideas for Stone age magic inventions. If I continue this, I may make another jump ahead in time. How do you feel about that?
And Finally, I would like to thank the few people who did read and review this. Especially Anamia, who reviewed nearly ever chapter in the early days, and Crippled Hunter who reviewed more often that everyone else combined. Also home spirit, who liked my characters so much that I made her cry when they died. And Freya, who only recently discovered the Clanluna.
Clanluna
“Đelđuma, would you be my mate?” Wilmara asked her.
Đelđuma sighed. . . . She looked over at Zariz and sighed again . . .
“Wilmara, I enjoy Sharing Pleasures with you,” sighed Đelđuma. “And I would love to Share with you again. . . . and I wouldn’t mind living at the same hearth as you. But . . . . But I can’t take responsibility for providing for your children and sisters . . .”
She sighed again . . .
“I think you should ask Zariz to be your mate,” sighed Đelđuma.
Chapter 127: The mating
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“But he’s a man!” protested Wilmara.
“Wilmara, I would happy to have you live at our hearth,” said Zariz. “And I wouldn’t mind taking responsibility for seeing that there is enough meat and furs to support your child and sisters. But I would never ask you do anything with me that you are uncomfortable with.”
“This Clanluna has called you all together because she wanted to discuss a few things,” began Iga. “First of all, this Clanluna thinks that we should recognize the fact the clans of the other Summer Gathering need their own Clanluna. This Clanluna therefore recommends that Ina be proclaimed as assistant Clanluna, The Clanluna for most things with the clans of the other Summer Gathering.”
The other clanlunae, especially the ones from the other Summer Gathering, nodded at this. She had already be acting in this role for years.
“The second thing I wanted to discuss with you is: this Clanluna’s retirement,” signed Iga. “This woman is too old to be The Clanluna. This woman is planning to step down as The Clanluna and go live with Dyondar at the cave of the Ravenclaw Clan.”
“Who do you want to replace you?” asked Đelđuma.
“This woman would be signing a not-so thing if she signed that she would not wish that one of her daughters, like Igooa, were her successor,” signed Iga. “But this woman can not choose for you. Who ever you chose will be The Clanluna for years to come.”
“This woman thinks that Mariza should be The Clanluna,” signed Vezava.
“This centaur thinks that Lena should be The Clanluna,” signed Bangar.
“This woman thinks that Lena would be a good choice, but that it would be better to keep Iga as The Clanluna,” signed Mariza.
The debate on Iga’s successor continued late into the night.
“Šo how do we prevent thiš from happening again?” asked Drorg.
“Maybe each Clan could have a man who stays awake all night to guard against stranger hunters,” signed Brolovać.
“With our clan, the dogs did that,” said Priamen. “When the Sungaea attacked, they woke us up, gave us time to mount a defense. We’ve got quite a lot of them. I’m sure Mariza would be open to trading away some of them.”
“We’ve got some blink dogs too,” added Rađiv.
“This man’s Clan hid our cave with the Fidelius Charm,” signed Ceban. “It my be a right way for every Clan to hide their cave from outsiders.”
“What about when we are traveling between caves?” signed Đurčaž.
“I think I may have a solution to that problem,” replied Zariz. “Just before this all happened, I created a mini-floo network between the hearths of our cave. I think I could extend this to eventually connect all the caves.”
The males had just come back from a mass hunt. When Zariz pulled out a shrunken aurochs and used his wand to restore it to its’ original size, Đelđuma reached for the pouch that she kept her butchering knives in. She knew she’d be in for a day of carefully skinning the animal, removing the organs, cutting the meat from the bones, cutting the meat into strips, and drying the strips with fires. Knowing that she was in for a full days work, Đelđuma asked:
“Wilmara, can you help me with this?”
“Sure,” said Wilmara, pulling out her wand. A flaying curse, removed the skin from the animal. An gutting curse, removed the organs. A filleting charm separated the meat and bones into two separate piles. A cutting curse turned the chunks of meat into strips. And finally she transfigured most of the meat into jerky.
“I think I’m going to LIKE having a Weech in our clan!” observed Đelđuma.
It was near the end of the Summer Gathering when the ritual was performed to cast the final charging of Esathonia’s painting on the ceiling of Ekwus‘ cave. More couples wanted to participate than there was room for. In the end, the Sharing of Pleasures that was used for the final charge was done by a group, not couples.
After the ritual, those who had been raised from the dead, began saying their farewells. It was time for them to return to the spirit world.
“I think it’s time that I went too,” announced Priamen.
“Priamen, No!” wailed Esathonia as she wrapped herself around him.
“‘Thoni, ‘Thoni, Esathonia, It’s long past my time,” soothed Priamen. “I died before I even met you. But Luna brought me back. Now that the false Gaea is gone, I finally feel ready to return to the spirit world.”
“I understand,” said Mariza. “But before you go . . . could you do me a favor?”
“Anything for you, Mariza,” replied Priamen. “What do you want me to do?”
“Could you defeat my totem?” asked Mariza.
Mariza had stopped taking the totem strengthening herb at the beginning of the summer. So when she and Esathonia Shared one last time with Priamen, Mariza once again had the future memory flash that always happens when she is Blessed. The next morning, Mariza and Esathonia held his hand as he went back to ask Luna to release him. They each kissed him goodbye and gave him hug, before Luna waved her hand and he faded away. They then, cried in each other arms, before returning to their other mates.
After taking a portkey back to their cave, Luna’s Clan settled in. Several people were changing hearths. people’s mates had died and they had joined with someone else. As Iza got her children settled in, she regretted not courting a mate for her self. But she had been so busy healing people from the damage they had aquired in the battle. One man had a spear through his kidney. His kidney had to be removed and regrown. Another woman had her rib cage crushed when I bison stepped on her. Fortunately, Iza and Ayla found her in time and were able to rplace her shattered ribs. In the beginning, there had been many medicine women helping heal the injured. But as the summer progressed, Iza took on more and more of the work so that others could spend a last summer with their resurected mates. But now, summer was over and she didn’t have a mate any more.
Breaking with politeness, Iza glanced over at the next hearth where Zeen was struggling to cope with all those children. He’d had three mates and all of them had brought children to his hearth. Now that their mothers were dead, Zeen was left to care for them by himself. He hadn’t courted a new mate either. He had asked Luna to bring back Griga and had spent the summer with her. But at the end of the Summer Gathering, Griga, like all the others (except Thonlan) had asked to be sent back to the spirit world.
Iza watched him struggle for a while before saying:
“Do you want to be mates?”
“Yes!” said a frazzled Zeen, before moving the boundary stones of their hearths so that they now had one double sized hearth. “We’ll do the ceremony later.”
Artemiseleneris had been fleeing South Westward all summer with her weez-ur lover and her two cave-elf servants with her.
They had stopped for the night. After their evening meal, Artemiseleneris said:
“I think we should change change our names so that no one will ever connect us with my mother or the Sungaea.”
“What do you suggest?” asked Herionestor.
“I’ll be Kalia, You will be Bram, and you two will be Shiv and Shaktia.
The four continued journeying for years, going South and West until they settled in what would one day be India. They joined a local tribe and mixed with them. But Kalia’s children were always Weeches. Bram could only produce children with Shaktia. Such children had equal chances of being male or female and they inherited both Bram’s ability to do wandless magic, and Skaktia’s cave-elf curse.
Shiv was able to sire children, but they inherited his cave-elf curse also. Over time, the descendants of these for established a caste system in their land. With Weeches revered as living Goddesses, magic using cave-elves below them, muggles below them, and muggle cave-elfs as the lowest caste.
When the Aryans invaded India, thousands of years later, bringing with them their own Weeches and Weez-urs, they adapted the caste system for their own purposes.
Some of weez-urs Mara had created using polyjuice potion escaped the final battle and joined other Camps of the Sungaea. But they proved to be infertile, except when they mated with cave-elves.
Now that they were back home, Maeba took the women out to gather fall fruits while the men hunted. They had found a cluster of nut trees that had dropped their nuts and they were all carefully gathering them up when her daughter, Mooba ran up to her.
“Others are coming!” signed Mooba.
With the death of Laramar, the other Caves feared that the members of the the 9th Cave might never go back to their own cave. So when the Zelandonii Summer Meeting ended, a large group of doniiers and other prominent members of the other Caves accompanied them back to the 9th Cave to make certain that they went home. They arrived, only a few days after the Ravenclaw Clan had returned from the Clanluna Summer Gathering.
By making a portkey, Maeba was able to get the women and children quickly back to the cave. Once there, she cast a patronis. Since she was Clan, Maeba couldn’t have her patronis relay an complex message. But she could send a single word: “Others!”
As soon as they saw Ceban receive the patronis, the men apparated back to the cave.
“Maeba and Iga will come with us,” signed Ceban. “The Others respond much better to female leaders. Dyondar will translate. Broogran, Doon and Mub will stay here and guard the cave. The rest of you, come with this Leader to meet these Others.”
Ceban side-along apparated Iga, while Maeba did the same for Dyondar. They appeared in front of the crowd of Zelendonii, who were fruitlessly searching for the 9th Cave.
“Flatheads!” shrieked a girl.
“I am Ceban, son of Eba, Leader of the Ravenclaw Clan of the Clanluna,” translated Dyondar, as Ceban signed.
“Ha ha very funny Jondalar,” said an older man.
“I am using Jondalar to translate our signs,” said Jondalar, as Ceban signed.
“And I am The Clanluna, chief amongst those who Serve the Mother for the Clanluna people,” translated Jondalar, as Iga exagerated her signs to help the Zelandonii see them.
“Jondalar, quit joking around!” Said the man.
Maeba flicked her wand and the old Zelandonii man was silenced.
“Long ago, the nearby cave belonged to our Clan,” translated Dyondar, as Ceban signed “But then the Others, the Zelandonii, came and took the cave away from us. Now we had returned . . . and taken our cave back.”
“The 9th Cave of the Zelandonii is no more,” translated Dyondar, as Iga signed. “We have taken our cave back. We do not otherwise wish you harm. But We are here to stay. We only wish to be left alone. Do not interfere with our hunts or our women. Do not give ask our women to Share Pleasures or give them the sign that says you want to. Leave us alone, and we will leave us alone.”
“But if you choose to fight us . . .things will not go well for you or your people.” translated Dyondar, as Maeba signed, before casting a patronis charm.
A giant walrus made of white light flew out of Maeba’s wand. It soared up and came back down, passing through the crowd of Zelandonii.
While she was doing that, the Weez-urs were casting disarming spells on the people closest to the front.
When Maeba was done with her demonstration, everyone apparated back to the cave except her and Dyondar, who had only appeared a short distance for the crowd.
“Let us alone and we will leave you alone,” translated Dyondar, and Maeba signed. “Attack us and we will do this inside your cave. . . .”
Maeba then cast a Fiendfyre before apparating herself and Dyondar to the cave.
Suddenly there was a roiling mass of flaming animals before the Zeladonii. They stampeded in panic from the massive fire.
The members of the Ravenclaw Clan stood on the edge of the Cave, overlooking the fire below. Once the were certain that the Zelandonii were gone, Maeba, Ceban and Groom apparated down to transfigure dirt into water until the fire was quenched in a ring of swampiness.
“This woman is not fully comfortable with what we just did,” signed Iga.
“If you had seen the cave when my people left it you would be,” replied Dyondar.
“It was so bad we had to burn out the whole cave to get rid of the smell,” signed Groom.
Now that they were back from the Summer Gathering, Đelđuma would have to start her rotating schedual of spending the night with a different man of their clan, each night. And so it had been her idea for Zariz and Wilmara to be mated as soon at they returned, rather than waiting from the winter storms as was usual. Wilmara and Zariz would miss some hunting/gathering time during their period of isolation. But the best fishing time was between storms in the winter anyway.
Đelđuma had taken Wilmara into Androm’s room to prepare for the ceremony. And Zariz had prepared himself long before the women were ready. He was wearing a Clan-style wrap made from a new fur so he would look nice for the ceremony. Wilmara’s oldest sister, who had changed her name to ‘Apra’ helped him get her sisters and Đelđuma’s children ready and into the main central room to await the ceremony. Without mates to help, it was taking the men longer than usual to prepare their children and get them in the central room. But seeing Zariz waiting there helped them hurry along.
Once all the men and their children were out there, Ood had to go back into the mog-ur’s room and change for the ceremony. The children were getting impatient, figgity, and fussy.
“Grrrrr”
Suddenly there was a growling sound coming from the mog-ur’s room. A dark shape ambled out of the cave. At first I looked like one of their Cave Bears. But then it turned out to be Ood, dressed in a Clan-style wrap and his animated bear skin cloak. He ambled over to the central fire.
“In the beginning, we were Clan,” Signed Ood while speaking the same words. “And we lived in the manner that the Great Urus taught us.”
“But then the Great Luna came amongst us,” said Đelđuma, as she emerged from Androm’s room wearing only a red leather skirt and red ochre on the soles of her feet. She was walking in a very narrow gait the exagerated the sway of her hips as she walked. “And we learned the ways of the mother and combined them with the ways of the Clan.”
Once Đelđuma the clanluna had taken her place beside Ood the mog-ur, Wilmara emerged from Androm’s room. She wasn’t wearing anything except a skirt made from strings of amber beads. When they had left there hadn’t been time to look through her mothers and sister’s possessions. But when she did, she found this skirt and a bunch of matching amber necklaces that matched it. Wilmara had decided that she and her sisters would wear them on special occations.
The beads clattered against each other as she did her best redfoot walk to her betrothed. The central fire made the amber and her dirty-blonde hair seem to glow in the firelight.
Zariz had seen her do that walk before for girls and envied them. Now she was doing it for him. He began to hope for things that he had thought were impossible.
Ood and Đelđuma eached blessed them and Androm held the bowl of paint. First Đelđuma painted the sign of Wimara’s totem on each of their chests, then Ood painted the sign of Zariz’ totem over it.
“The totem of the Centaur has joined with the totem of the Unicorn!” said and signed Ood and Đelđuma in unison.
Wilmara then, as was traditional, sat had Zariz’ feet. He tapped her on the shoulder, and she followed him into their room.
Once he was in the room, Zariz turned to see Wilmara following him in, still doing that sensuous walk. He could see both happiness and fear in her eyes, so he looked deeper, into her mind. He saw what she was afraid of and was not at all surprised. Still looking into her eyes, he took her hands in his. Now, she was trembling.
“Wilmara, you don’t have to be afraid of me,” said Zariz. “As my mate, I expect you to help me gather plants, tend the garden, hunt and help care for your child and Đelđuma’s and your sisters. Nothing more. I would be lying if I said I did not want to Share Pleasures with you. but I would NEVER Force you or pressure you to Share with me. You’re my best friend. I love you. Your happiness is important to me. . . .
Now let’s make us some dinner.”
Now Wilmara was able to relax with him and they were back to being friends. They made dinner together and shared it and talked until they finally heard Đelđuma drumming on the bowl for the women’s ceremony. If had taken her a long time back her self to get all the children to sleep. Now she was drumming and dancing by herself.
Zariz and Wilmara crawled into their separate beds and went to sleep.
The next morning, There was not much to do. they had not accumulated a large amount of raw materials to make things from. So Zariz and Wilmara talked about magic all day.
SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP
“Oh Luna! Oh LUNA! OOOH!! LUUUUNAAA!”
After several years of being mated to Đelđuma, Zariz had learned to recognize the different sounds she made when she Shared Pleasures different ways. So he knew for the sound she was making that She had her ankles on his shoulders. In this position, she could Relieve her Need over and over with almost no interim for as long he could last. Zariz hoped it wouldn’t be too long.
He and Wilmara had already eaten their dinner and gone to their separate beds. Although Zariz was not jealous that his mate was Sharing with another man, he was jealous that she got to Share with someone and he didn’t. He was starting to get tingly. His nipples were hard and sensitive, his organ was getting stiff.
“(I know I’m not supposed to, but no one will ever know it I Pleasure myself) thought Zariz as he began rubbing his organ. He had just gotten fully stiff when he was startles as Wilmara crawled into bead with him. Before he could react, she had her hand wrapped around his organ and her lips on his!
One he’d recovered from the surprise, Zariz kissed her back for a while, caressing her breasts, before rolling her over on her back. Gradually, he worked his way down, kissing and caressing each part of her until she spread her legs so he could kneel between them and lick her. After more teasing and licking around that area, Zariz finally parted her folds with one hand while the slid two fingers of the other hand into her so that he could feel her contract a little if he licked her the right way. She knew exactly what he was doing. Wilmara had taught women to do this. But she was twitching anyway and her breathing became more rapid until she cried out in unison with Đelđuma:
“Oh Luna! Oh LUNA! OOOH!! LUUUUNAAA!”
Zariz gave her time to recover and was about to start up again, when Wilmara panted:
“Zariz, I want to feel you inside me!”
Zariz kissed him way back up to her lips and she reached down and guided him in. But when he felt the tip of his organ start to enter her, he hesitated.
“Wilmara, are sure you want this?”
She dug her heels into the back of his thighs and pushed him the rest of the way in. Zariz could feel that she was ready for him. He’d long dreamed of this moment. But he’d always thought those fantasies were unachievable. Now that it was actually happening, She felt better than he imagined. He pulled out a little, and thrust. She rose up to meet him halfway. Again and again he thrust and she matched him stroke for stroke. Faster and faster they Shared Pleasure as it built and built.
SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP
“Oh Luna! Oh LUNA! OOOH!! LUUUUNAAA!”
Hearing Ood groan with release and Đelđuma’s moans taper off, Zariz realized that they had finished at the same time that He and Wilmara had. Zariz collapsed and rested, still inside her until she gently pushed on his shoulder, letting him know that his weight was becoming too much. Zariz leaned up on his hands so that he look her in the eye and stay inside her.
“I must confess, I’m a little surprised by this,” said Zariz. “How was I able to Relieve your Need?”
“You licked me in just the right way,” lied Wilmara.
Looking into her mind, Zariz saw that that was a half truth. She had been listening to Đelđuma and pretending he was her when her Need was Relieved.
“I didn’t think you liked Pleasures with men,” mused Zariz.
“Well, I’m not going to ask men to go ‘hunting’ at the Summer Gathering,” replied Wilmara. “But I do find that I enjoy making you feel good. You’re my best friend. I love you.”
AN: And that’s it. The end for now. The end of the aftermath. I don’t have as much writing time as I used to and writing this is keeping me from working on other things like ‘Son of the Serpents’ or ‘Wolf girl’. At the same time, there are a couple of plot bunnies nibbling at me to continue this. One is Maeba and Ceban starting a new kind of Clan, setting prescidents that the Clan will be stuck in forever. The other is Zariz. He’s not the best at anything. But he’s good at everything. This puts him in a unique position, even more so than his mother, to combine forms of magic to create new things like he did when he invented Legimancy. I picture him creating a stone-punk world where technology never progresses beyond the stone age, but magic allows them to make things that allow a 21st century lifestyle. The Flintstones would be the muggle version of this world.
But I hate to put so much work into something that no one is reading. So If you are reading, speak up! Tell me what you like and don’t like. Suggest ideas for Stone age magic inventions. If I continue this, I may make another jump ahead in time. How do you feel about that?
And Finally, I would like to thank the few people who did read and review this. Especially Anamia, who reviewed nearly ever chapter in the early days, and Crippled Hunter who reviewed more often that everyone else combined. Also home spirit, who liked my characters so much that I made her cry when they died. And Freya, who only recently discovered the Clanluna.
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