I took Aphiwe out to the training grounds for the female children. Lines of long wooden sticks y on a rack. I grabbed one immediately and motioned for Aphiwe to grab one of her own. She looked at all of them. They were the size for adults but it would be good to train her muscles to be ready for that kind of weight.
She sagged as she picked up one of the many shafts. “Follow me.” I walked into a ring made on the ground for sparring. It was three spears wide with starting spots to stand on. I guided Aphiwe to a spot by pushing against her with the shaft of the practice spear. “There are many stances for you to use spears. If you practice enough when you ascend you will have the spearmanship skill. This is a very important skill for any warrior. Learning skills after you ascend takes at least a month of dedication. Now mimic my stance.”
I pulled my right leg back, spreading my legs to about a shoulder and a half’s width. I bent my knees slightly to give me the ability to spring forward at a moment's notice. I kept the spear pointed at an imaginary throat the same height as my own. I waited watching Aphiwe as she tried to replicate my posture. I stood straight and started to study her.
Her arms shook with the weight of the staff and how oversized it was. Her knees were locked and straight, her spear was far too low as well pointed towards the groin of an opponent. Not a bad target but it wouldn’t be immediately deadly. Using my spear shaft I smacked the back of her knees slightly getting them to bend as she hissed at the stinging smack. Then I cupped her spear in mine and lifted the point to her throat level. I looked at her back and she was hunched over so I smacked her back as well, “Back straight.” It took me a minute to guide her into the correct stance with small smacks. Her body trembled trying to hold itself still in the stance.
I stepped next to her and mirrored her posture. “Once you are like this it is time for you to learn the most basic move. A thrust.” I stepped slightly forward with my leading leg and thrust with both my arms with enough power to make the stick sing through the air. I held it there for a moment before returning back to a resting position. “Aim in your mind for one of three things, throat, heart, or the middle of the stomach. Bones will stop your spear so aim for the flesh to tear and slice it open.”
I rexed looking at her from the side once more. “Now you thrust,” I commanded.
What she did was so weak and pitiful that I shook my head. So I went about smacking her posture into proper position. Each hit eliciting a stinging hiss. Once she was in the right position I spoke once more, “Return to stance.” Again I had to sp and arrange her body with pokes and shoves until she had proper stance once more. “Thrust,” I had her go in this cycle. Thrust, corrections, return, corrections. I watched as she shook more and more with exhaustion. Her ill fed body struggled to keep up with the simple training. As she poured with sweat in the heat of the sun I pced the staff against her shoulders pushing her to standing straight up.
“You will be starting each day with as many thrusts as you can manage. I will guide your stance until you get it correct on your own. Until you master the thrust you won’t be allowed to learn anything else. Do you understand?” I kept my tone firm and unyielding as I addressed her.
Aphiwe nodded and kept her back straight. I could see collections of reddening spots from where I had to correct her most. “Yes sister. What is next?”
“Go sate your thirst, I have to meet with my mother. Return to the hut and rest out of the sun.” I grabbed the staff from her hands and hesitated. She looked up at me with wide eyes as I stared down at her with a feeling that I was missing something. My ears flicked as I hesitantly pat her head once. The girl’s dejected waiting face split open in a grin before she ran off and I felt something pant in my chest.
“You have shown care for another. Hathor is pleased, +1XP”
It was time to face mother for the first time since my ascension. I would admit to her that I was a padin. I wouldn’t speak of who I was to serve amongst the gods. I looked to the rgest of the huts and approached as the sun beat down on my shoulders.
As I parted the leather curtains I was greeted with a familiar sight.
My mother had one of her many harem members bent over her throne as she rubbed her rge cock up and down the other woman’s slit. Her submissive slut’s cock was so hard I could see it pressing against her own stomach. Mother looked at me sideways before getting back to what she was doing and pushed her cock through the folds of one of her many women.
Both of them moaned as the mounting began. My mother towered over all others in the room. Only I was equal in height to her in the cn. The woman she was using to relieve herself of whatever desires she wanted moaned loudly as I watched.
Mother grabbed the woman by the hair as she started to sm deep inside the woman. I could see the lesser female’s cock twitch and begin to bst its own cum all over the side of the throne mother ruled from. A resounding sp echoed in the room as the slut was spanked for her insolence of cumming first. I watched as my mother buried her slut’s face into the cushion hard enough to hurt as the woman was fucked hard.
Mother called to me as she kept burying her cock deep in her chosen cock sleeve of the day. “You’ve come to me, my daughter. Do you wish to partake of my women? Your taking of…” Mother was interrupted by her own grunt as the woman started smming her hips back in desperate need to be filled. “Your taking of Melokuhle was divine to watch. To think my daughter so easily conquered her first woman.”
Memories of me trying to look away from the mating of my mother and the others fshed through my mind. The demands that I learn to properly use another hyenakin for my own pleasure and how best to treat whatever I chose to cum in. So I dared not look away as my mother’s furious pounding got quicker no doubt she was approaching her climax.
“I’m not here to partake of one of your women. I have cimed Melokuhle as my own, as well as a male. But I also took a child to rear and learn. Just as you have instructed me.” I kept my back straight as my own cock began to harden at the memories of taking Melokuhle and the feeling of being penetrated by the thick cock of the male. My own body betraying me as the smell of my mother’s and her concubine's arousal filled the tent. It waved off of them just as the orgy waved across the savannah in the summer heat.
“Good! Then you should be celebrating. Buried deep in your first woman.” Mother’s back suddenly bent as her thrust got even faster. “Oooh fuck, clench for me you little bitch!” She began to viciously smack the ass of her cumming slut. I could see the girl’s gushing pussy juices running down both of their thighs. Finally Mother made one final thrust before crushing the concubine’s body down. The shuddering of her body as she filled a pussy with her cum was all too familiar for me.
Mother pushed the girl off her cock and shoved her aside to slump at the foot of the throne. “Male,” Snapping her fingers, one of her many males ran up to her. “Lick up this mess,” Her hand waved her soaked cock. The male bent before her and started to run his tongue along her length slurping up the wetness that coated her. Mother grabbed his ears roughly as she guided him. “Why do you come here? What do you have to tell me?”
I bowed my head as my mother looked at me. I couldn’t win a challenge if I stared into her eyes. “I was given a css. It was not the Conqueror you had wanted. I’ve been given the title of Padin.” I felt my ears ftten as I admitted the terrible truth, “My skills are limited, and I was given spells instead.”
“A shame,” I watched as mother’s feet crossed. The sounds of her sitting on her throne filled the room as the male was shoved off her. “Don’t forget to clean my throne.” Mother shifted in her seat no doubt adjusting herself. “Look at me child.”
I looked up at her face but kept my eyes glued to her scarred features. One eye y milky and white from a scar running through it. Her cheeks and nose were heavily scarred as well. A lifetime of battles and taking what was owed to her. “I’m sorry I failed you mother.”
Mother cupped her own chin as she thought. The only sounds in the room were the moaning of the used concubine and the slurping of the male’s tongue upon the cum stains covering the throne’s side. “Did you know my most ferocious enemy, Goldenmane, is a padin. The man who took my eye. A warrior almost as good as I am. Padins can grow to greatness. You can still conquer in the name of Montu and myself Queen Ade.”
I looked around the hut and the few women that lounged sleeping in the midday heat. “Is there anything in particur you want my first experience points to go to? Will I be going to the dungeon with the next raid of warriors?”
Mother stroked her scars as she thought. “Get good with wielding a spear and use a shield. You will be fighting on the front lines. See what spells that can be useful. I expect you to be sparring everyday to earn experience.” She waved her hand dismissing me. “Go, teach the child, mount your woman, learn how to properly breed. Once you have had a few dungeon runs you will be expected to bear pups.”
“Pups? I thought I was to be the next conqueror. To march with the warriors and cim more sves to sell.” I felt confused, I was to be something else suddenly.
Mother looked at me sharply with her one good eye before standing up and approaching me menacingly. “You will do as I tell you. You will be the first to bear the next generation. Your blood is strong, you will fight and breed to birth a new cn of warriors.” She was standing before me as she challenged me to look her in the eye.
“Why can I not earn the Man’s Seed? Father the children? Like you.”
SMACK! My head reeled to the side as my mother smacked me hard enough to send me stumbling. “Only I am allowed to earn the Man’s Seed. When you are queen and I am dead you can have it. Until then you are to spread your pussy and pump out pups. Or defy me and be tossed out with the carcasses that have gone bad.”
I fumed with anger, breeding stock like some common bitch?! Demanded to change my nature by the gods?! I reeled going to smack my mother back. As my hand neared she blocked it easily with one arm completely stopping my momentum. It was like hitting a tree’s trunk with how sturdy she was. In a fsh she kicked me so hard in the stomach I was sent flying through the curtains of her home skidding along the ground. I sat there fighting the urge to vomit up all the food in my system as Mother calmly stepped out of the hut.
“Fool, you are lucky I don’t tear out your throat right now. If only because you show promise. Repent and beg for forgiveness and I’ll let you go. Come kiss my feet like the bitch you are. Until you earn your pce at my side you will do as I say.” She pced one foot forward just as I had to the male.
Heaving I fought down my pride. She would kill me, and with ease. I could not survive in the wilderness on my own. So with all the shame in the world I crawled to my knees and moved to her feet. As I kissed the top of the foot she violently kicked up breaking my nose in a gush of blood, knocking me on my back as the world spun.
Something in my heart broke at how Mother… no Ade treated me. Throughout my life she had always been pushing me to excel and telling me of my destiny as a conqueror. To be her right hand and help realize her dream. Drive me to be the strongest of my generation. Now, all because I questioned her, I y on my back bleeding. It was supposed to be my day.
“Stay out of my sight until I summon you.” I felt her spit smack on my chest as she turned to walk away.
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