Chapter 43: 43. A simple outing for the apostle of Apep
Nazhitep woke up to find himself sandwiched between Aisha and Zaliki. As priestly people, they had to wake up before the sunrise.
He kissed them repeatedly until they woke up. He caught Zaliki pretending to be asleep to get more kisses. Because he was popular with women, the women he already had were greedy for all the pampering they got. He caressed their naked, protruding bellies lovingly.
It was too early for their pregnancies to be highly noticeable. It hadn't been that long since they were impregnated.
The Djinn princess came out for a kiss too. Zaliki and Aisha rubbed their eyes and smiled at Nazhotep.
"Good morning master."
Their beautiful form never failed to charm Nazhotep. He squeezed them with his arms and pulled them into his embrace.
"Good morning."
Naika had started to live in the brothel. The trio were the only priestly people in the house. Salma the blacksmith and the servant sisters had no arcane hearts with which they could seek eternity. Therefore, they could sleep some more. They don't have to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn.
Nazhotep, Zaliki, and Aisha released their golden sands to the large backyard to be refilled by the sun. The Djinn princess released copious amounts of lesser Djinn so they could gather power too. Needless to say, with her high-quality arcane heart and the aid of the Djinn princess, Aisha is the one who is advancing the fastest. However, when it came to fighting power, Nazhotep was the clear winner. To be able to form glyphs on the spot was just too versatile.
After the morning ritual was done the trio prepared for departure. They had jobs.
Nazhotep had an undead extermination mission. The dead woke up during the night and made bodies with sand to terrorize folk. It was the very boring and uncomfortable job of poking the feeble sand structures with a stick and collecting their cores for Nazhotep. Not every day was as exciting as when he disposed of the Quraysh clan and stopped the evil religion of Al-Manat.
The job was done before noon and he had been dismissed for the day. There were far more priestly soldiers than needed because a chunk of the earth was going to be switched with a chunk of another earth. Pharaoh Osiris wanted to have a large army at hand to counter any threat that might originate from the new land. So, a large percentage of the army had nothing to do.
Nazhitep decided to visit the high priestess Suheila. She was not in the adventurers' guild so she was most l likely in the sea, hunting. He sat below a tree and waited a bit. Soon enough, Suheila came out with a giant monstrous abomination from the depths of the sea. She then proceeded to rip chunks out of the poor animal and munch on it. Its pained screams fell on deaf ears.
She latched onto the wound and started siphoning the energy from its blood.
She retracted her blood clothes and started birthing abominations who promptly started going toward the sea. She was birthing sea monsters.
The reason she often made sea monsters instead of regular land monsters was that people didn't fare the sea all that much. Less of a monster attack perforated by one of her kin that way.
From what Suheila told to Nazhotep, monsters played a large part in the energy cycle of the world. And with the absence of natural monsters, far deadlier and more harmful undead monsters would take their place.
Suheila hugged Nazhotep.
"Master comes to my visit fairly often. I'm glad."
She prepared her breasts so she could feed her lover some milk. Milk from the high priest was very nourishing for Nazhotep. By drinking this milk, his body filled to the brim with energy. Normally he could fill his body once a day with the power of the golden sands. With the addition of the milk, he could fill and empty his body twice a day. Which in turn had the effect of doubling his divine energy accumulation speed.
Apep wasn't being shy with its blessings either. Nazhotep was plenty hated in the world. Especially the castrated men of the Quraysh tribe were cursing him every day. Apep liked it when somebody he appointed as an apostle was hated. It aligned with Apep's divine element. Apep was the hated beast of darkness. Breeding with other people and other beastly activities pleased it too.
Suheila enjoyed Nazhoteps company a lot. Of course, her favorite was when they had sex. But she kind of liked his company too. Even though he looked farthest from a nerd, his eyes lit up when they talked about glyphmancy. Although Suheola wasn't a glyphmancy nerd, she was excellent at it like most of the advanced priests. She loved it when Nazhotep was impressed with the simplest things. It tickled her ego.
On the other hand, sometimes low-class Djinn employed by Aisha and the Djinn princess carried energy to Nazhotep. His actual bottleneck was in the fact his arcane heart was not up to par. All that energy was wasted nourishing Nazhotep's body. Luckily, his body was a work of art designed by the god Apep. It could take way more energy than his arcane heart could. He didn't wait for the sun. He got three days' worth of meditation done within a single day every day.
He knew when the tailor's slave had her break. He would visit her and be met with an overly excited woman. He would never get tired of seeing someone so excited to see him. She hugged him for way too long and inhaled his scent into her lungs as much as she could. She is addicted.
Nazhotep felt she had a sadness to her demeanor. He would show his face now and then to cheer her up. Nazhotep had brought her some juicy peaches.
The poor slave didn't know how to talk properly. Being worked like a donkey under the slave master's whip didn't translate to social skills.
"Do you want to see something interesting?"
She is awkward and has a hard time answering.
"Y-yes"
Nazhotep showed his arm to her. The color of his arm shifted with his will, creating beautiful patterns.
"Eep!"
She got excited and made a cute noise. She exuded pregnancy hormones. Nazhotep, with his supreme sense of smell, could sniff it out. She was carrying his child.
Nazhotep caressed her. His touch was less erotic, more comforting. He accompanied her until her break ended. He sent her back with a kiss. Nazhotep contemplated buying her from her master. However, his household didn't have infinite funds. He couldn't keep buying slaves.
"Suheila might be interested in buying her though. "
He thought. If he didn't intervene, his child would be born into slavery. On the other hand, he already had spread his seed far and wide. He was unable to keep track of all his progeny. What made this slave any special?
The answer was simple. He was going to care when he felt like it. He wasn't going to care if he did not feel like it. He was being careful no child of his would starve to death. They were born into his household or into stable, nourishing environments.
Slaves didn't starve often. There was a rich person taking care of their needs most of the time. So the tailor was going to take care of his child. The child was going to suffer slavery in return. She knew it, Nazhotep knew it, yet both of them did the deed to make a child. It was evil and good, wrapped in a bundle of joy, growing inside her belly.
Approaching evening, Nazhotep visited where the neighbor's wife and three daughters worked. It was an eatery slightly out of town
They all ran up to him and kissed him in front of a confused bunch of patrons.
Weren't these women siblings and their mother? Why were they kissing the same man? Did it make sense? It did not.
The oldest daughter sat on Nazhotep's lap while he slurped his soup. His free hand squeezed whatever fit into his palm. The neighbor and her three daughters were all smiles.
Their clan had been devastated. Their mighty patriarch had died and most of the men and women with arcane hearts had been slain. They had no choice but to cut ties with their clan for safety. They, as family members with no arcane hearts, were not that important in the eyes of their patriarch. However now, the fate of their clan hinged on their ability to have children with great potential.
They had a servant accompany them. This man served the clan for a long time. He was the man who was playing the role of the cucked husband. This loyal man was willing to endure so much humiliation for his beloved masters. He had sacrificed his dignity so the clan would love on. It was but a small price to pay.
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