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Chapter 4

Camrad_RIP 11.04.24 в 20:52

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Camrad_RIP 11.04.24 в 20:52

No one woke Stepan at night, no sinister killers tried to break in his windows and doors, no night thieves came, and even the bedbugs were dispersed and killed by the totem, so he slept until dinner time, and when he woke up, he spent some time cosplaying Ikari Shinji, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. Downstairs, people were yelling and cursing, and the innkeeper was proving to his customers that the food was fresh, just a little burnt, and he'd never put any rotten stuff in his pies in his life. Outside the window the sun was shining, dogs were barking, children were shouting, and someone was desperately asking the outside world where his axe was and who dared to steal the axe, calling for the thief to reveal himself so that he would break his face. The thief, if there was one, for some reason did not appear before the eyes of the speaker.

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 10:22

The Earthman came downstairs fully awake and washed himself with cold water, wishing to himself that he had not thought to wash his clothes yesterday, because his appearance was still a bit dirty after traveling through the forest, no matter how hard he tried to clean himself with magic. The headman didn't meet him, of course, but the shaman didn't even have time to finish the free breakfast as Gozb's immense belly was already getting through the doorway.

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 10:25

"My brother-in-law is already walking, though only as far as the toilet, but that's good enough, I swear by the Gaia." He said, eating sausages even faster than the Earthman. "You've done well, as it is, you've done well. My wife can't get enough of it, she's getting better. I'll say this, that's what I'll say. I know you won't stay. I can see it in your eyes. I didn't even ask. But if you're passing by, don't get upset, stop and come in. We'll always find some bread to break, everyone here knows that Gozb always remembers goodness and never forgets it."

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 10:32

It was only at this point that Stepan realized that he hadn't even given his name and that the headman kept referring to him as "shaman," which was ironic. And yet it was not noticeable that it embarrassed him as if it was just the way it should be! The young man suggested to himself that this might be a normal practice among shamans, especially wandering ones, especially if you were doing a favor that would get the patient killed. Gozb, apparently, thought that the stranger who came was not named in the first place, so as not to give a reason to persecute and accuse himself later. He wanted to introduce himself normally, either by his native name or by a more pronounced nickname, but he decided that the best was the enemy of all good and did not break the impression he had formed. If he had formed an impression of a cool, a little unsociable, and very competent individual, then let it remain so, otherwise every unnecessary phrase could break this impression, spoil it.

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 15:45

After gathering his belongings and having loaded himself so much that he even thought he would have to put a spirit in his body to carry the load all the way to the gatehouse, he resolutely moved... to the outskirts of the village. After all, he wanted to talk to the local herbalist and her student, to look at the available herbs, some of which he could buy to make his calls better. The other part could be sold off, taking off a little weight, even just a little. The same roots and mushrooms were a small bag, quite weighty, and, more importantly, voluminous, because each unit of goods had to be wrapped in separate pieces of cloth or at least thick leaves of burdock and plantain. A small thing, but it would still make the journey easier ... if he didn't buy any potions that would take up even more space and weight.

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 15:47

From the words of Gozb's wife and his general impression, he had expected to be greeted by an old granny - Baba-Yaga - and a little brat, as Truda and Lashka had imagined him to be. He had to be seriously surprised when a very attractive woman of about forty opened the door to the sturdy wooden hut standing near the forest, surrounded by flowers and rare herbs planted all around and smelling of magic. She had a pleasant face devoid of wrinkles, if only in the corners of her eyes, and an attractive figure - it took a conscious effort not to linger on her monumental breasts - lush brown hair down to her shoulders and an intelligent but warm gaze. Her daughter was not a little girl, but a young woman of nineteen, slim and trim, obviously exercising regularly, but not killing herself with labor. They both had to wander the woods and fields in search of herbs, and they both had to take care of the house, so they had to be physically fit.

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 15:49

"So this is the heroic savior of our hapless Knoss". Without hostility, but with thoughtfulness in her tone, Truda looked at her guest with an attentive gaze. "I didn't believe it when Toric told me that the savior who came to the village was a young man. I was mistaken, it turns out, I've become quite old. So, have you listened to Relka, the wife of our cunning headman? If it's no secret, how many times did she call me an old witch? More than a dozen or less?"

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 15:51

He didn't know the name of the headman's wife, but he guessed from the meaning that it was her, especially considering the fact no one else was allowed to use strong epithets against the herbalist. No, it was quite understandable, anyone would have gotten emotional, but it felt as if the enmity between these two females, one of whom was also noticeably prettier than the other, had deep, old, and painful roots.

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 19:54

"Well, Gozb himself seemed much more reasonable to me," Stepan said cautiously, not hurrying either to refute or to confirm her words. "And anyway, I'm far from local squabbles, so I'd rather not get involved in them."

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 19:55

If she started to demand to put a curse on her rival, he would firmly refuse and be done with it, there was no point in hurting uninvolved people, especially if you didn't know who was right and who was guilty. And then Stepan would remain guilty, having received all sorts of shit from both sides of the long-standing conflict. Two bitches barking, don't let the third one get in the way, as they say.

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 19:56

"Heh, you're so cautious! Don't worry, I understand everything, and Gozb himself understands everything too." Smiling with a cheerful and lively grin, the interlocutor waved her hand, fixing a loose strand of hair. "I don't even take offense neither at him nor at Relka. Why hold a grudge against her, if she's as smart as a bee? She also stings everything, even to her detriment. I'm just waiting for my husband to decide how to apologize, and then I will accept the apology and payoff, he will pretend to keep his wife in check, I'll pretend to believe that I believed and we'll pretend that nothing happened, neither words nor deeds. That's the kind of friendly mutual help we have in our village. So what have you come for, dear, to trade or just to chat?"

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 19:59

He came with a trade, which he immediately announced, and for the next hours, they argued amicably about which stub would cost how much. Lashka, who in fact turned out to be either modest or silent, most of the time simply carried new goods, powders, ointments, and mixtures from the cellar, only a couple of times letting her quiet and slightly hoarse voice be heard, as if she had caught a cold as a child. Once both women had gone into the cellar at the same time, obviously to talk about something of their own, but before he could summon some eavesdropping spirit, they had already returned, having been gone less than ten minutes, and the bargaining had continued again. He couldn't help but gently broach the subject of what was the matter with the headman not asking his name, to which Truda laughed heartily, which looked really nice and somehow very cozy and homely.

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 20:05

"Oh, you noticed it too, didn't you?" Truda wiped the tears that came to her eyes with a handkerchief, thus demonstrating cleanliness, which was quite understandable for a witch working with magical herbs and compositions. She started to explain what she thought Stepan had understood. "Yes, yes, Gozb is a peasant, but his grandmother was a northerner. So he still believes in the northern custom that a sorcerer, if you tell him your name and then ask his name, can change names with the one who asked him, stealing his life and destiny. Don't worry, I'm not one of those dullards, even though I'm a villager myself, you can talk to me in a simple way, break bread, and we're friends. So what should I call you?"

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 20:08

"Pann, good Truda, you can call me Pann." The earthling answered, voicing a long-thought-out idea, simultaneously referring to his real name and to the whole Celtic deity [1], as if, as if, hinting to himself that it was necessary to mark higher. "Let's get acquainted, shall we?"

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 20:02

The bargaining was quiet and more like a friendly conversation, though they still had to keep their ears alert: the sweet and homely Truda was not shy to use feminine charms, and no matter how hard the young man tried, it was impossible to hide his glances, as well as to keep an extremely rigid position regarding the price policy. Truda knew for sure that she was beautiful because she obviously took care of herself, as evidenced by her lovely hair, very clean and wrinkle-free skin, as well as - but here only Stepan's suspicion - very voluminous and soft breasts, attractively covered with a smart and embroidered dress. Additional difficulty in bargaining was provided by the giftedness of both mother and daughter, but the second to a much lesser degree, so that the spirit planted in his ears was much worse at recognizing lies and innuendo. The lad had no doubt that he'd already sold too much for too little.

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 20:16

"No, if anything, I can always sacrifice this tongue to the spirits, especially since I took it myself as a trophy." He shakes his head negatively, on the subject of giving the reagent on credit, with the debt repaid in the spring, when he sells off his own potions and herbs. "I'm sorry, but I'm a wanderer, so I can't be sure I'll ever return to your Small Ronna. Offer something of equal or at least comparable value, and if not, I'm sorry."

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 06:39

Truda obviously didn't mind begging for the tongue cut from the beast, but Stepan saw that she needed it too much and was in no hurry to give it to her. And there either she would give something comparably useful, or he would really use a piece of the beast as a basis for a call. His knowledge already suggested a couple of particularly interesting summoning options, including one quite combat-oriented one, if he could subdue a very capricious ghostly servant. But, frankly, he'd be fine with just a bag full of the most common potions, not even healing potions, but just everyday potions like cleansing, stain remover, mouthwash, and the like. But Truda had given up too soon, without even trying to bargain, and had no time to realize that his opponent was willing to give in quite seriously... and he was too shy to hint or say it directly, or she might think something wrong.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 09:49

"Eh, well, no means no." The herbalist with the skills of an experienced but untrained alchemist said with obvious frustration, seeing off the tongue, wrapped in cursed leaves that hadn't even begun to wilt. "Well, good bargain, good trade, Pann. Shall we wash down a good bargain with a glass of liquor? I've got the whole village buying them up, and Gozb's got his heart set on them. and he's still hoping to get the recipe for his own, but what am I, a fool to give him the recipe?"

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 09:52

He didn't want to drink, but he didn't want to upset the woman, who seemed sincere in her desire to do something nice. The isekai, who had missed normal communication, blossomed during this bargain, so he did not find the strength to refuse. However, when Truda took a small clay jug with a cork, intentionally sealed with beeswax, from the hands of her daughter, who had run away to the cellar, and then poured its contents into three glass (though poor glass) glasses, Stepan was not lazy to check the glass with a pebble-totem. The spirit reacted in much the same way as it did to ordinary wine, maybe only a little stronger, which finally calmed the Earthman. Truda, if she noticed his manipulations - yes, she did, she squinted her eyes so slyly - she considered them quite justified.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 09:56

At one point he almost jumped when the silent Lashka seemed to have sat down just past a sturdily knocked down wooden chair, miraculously not falling over, making a lot of noise and muffled cursing. Then she realized that everyone was looking at her and she barely audibly whispered:

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 10:00

"I apologize, my foot slipped." She should have blushed a little more, but no blush appeared on her pale face, only that she lowered her eyes ashamedly, afraid to look not so much at the guest as at her mother, who shook her head.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 10:01

"Oh, my dear child, someday you're going to make me angry.... or break something precious." She waved her hand, raising her glass anew and finishing her toast. "Well, good trade, fair trade, Pann. You'll be passing through again, feel free to drop by, especially if the gifts of the forests are forthcoming, as they are now."

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 10:02

The drink burned the esophagus but immediately covered it with a wave of soft fruity flavor, in which one could feel the sourness of cherry, a note of pear, and even the juiciness of watermelon, creating a very peculiar flavor. In the opinion of Stepan, who was skillful in the earthly alcohol industry, it was a drink worth drinking. The alcoholic degree was unknown, but it was easy and gentle to drink, and warm pies with berries, made this morning, went well with this drink. Stepan wiped his blistered forehead, suppressing a mental "oh, fuck" and a laugh associated with the memetic phrase.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 10:04

"I didn't study anywhere, I didn't attend any academies." Truda, blushing, seemed not to notice how attractively her large breasts, which the young shaman could not call anything else than tits, were resting on the table, gesticulating vigorously and shifting their hemispheres excitedly. "My mother was still studying with a full-fledged adept, as it should be, but she didn't finish her studies, the money showed the bottom. It's a long story, but I made up more of it myself, I read something from the books I bought with traders. I was also taught to read and write. Somewhere I exchanged knowledge with someone, somewhere I just guessed. I don't do anything special, I have no talent. So, a crumb of a gift, and a lot of labor at the table, with a mortar in my hands, even my back hurts, despite the ointments."

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 10:07

Stepan threw off his jacket, leaving him in only a shirt and pants, it was so hot in Truda's house that it made him sweat. He loosened his collar for the third time and again drank a non-alcoholic herbal concoction, trying not to stare too actively at his companion. However, she either didn't seem to mind or was so engrossed in the retelling of her life's journey, which had brought her and her daughter to this settlement, that she wouldn't have noticed even if he had started groping her right here. Lashka also inserted a word or two, visibly relaxed and liberated, exchanging piques and barbs with her mother. It seemed that both of them had long ago learned each other, having a hundred mutual jokes and related stories. It was like being back on Earth again for a bar hangout with a lifelong sexy, boobed-up milf alchemist from the magical Middle Ages.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 10:29

"No, I mean, yes, but no." He explains confusingly, wiping his forehead and loosening his collar, taking a sip of the potion and blinking his eyes frequently. "I can do a lot of things, of course, but just the basics. We, shamans, that is, I, as a shaman, the main thing is to be able to properly ask the spirit to do everything. That's just in the ability to ogobvoret pay, yes, that's where all the difficulty, fuh. Spirits are, well, lazy asses, sorry for the rudeness, Labor, it's better for them to get paid and do nothing. I'm already talking."

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 10:32

Stepan said the last phrase with a slight surprise, looking at his own palm, which grabbed empty air instead of a mug with decoction, into which Lashka had already poured a new portion. He drank only one cup of this stuff, but he felt as if he had drunk a liter and a half of it, and even on an empty stomach. Blinking his eyes frequently, he tried to chase away the gnats dancing in front of his eyes. It didn't feel much like intoxication, come to think of it; there was no nausea, no loose vestibular apparatus. What was happening to him was an association with a balloon inflating in his skull, but no pain, only a pleasant relaxation, as if the balloon were inflating and his brains were being deflated. The comparison seemed to touch something in the back of his mind, but his attempt to grasp the thought by the tail made him lose it completely, leaning back in his chair.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 10:53

"Pann, my guest, what's the matter with you...?" Truda's voice, leaning forward and thus almost letting her tits fall out of her dress, sounds as if stretched, as if from a well.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 10:54

"Nooothing..." His words sound about the same, and his body doesn't want to obey at all, his attempt to put his hand on the table results in his hand slipping past the table, and his hand being intercepted by Truda, almost holding it to his chest.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 10:56

And then he does get up and nearly falls over the woman who has also stood up, bumping his face into her cleavage, as if she had even pulled him closer, directing him herself. It is hot in the house, he breathes heavily, trying to chase away the stupor, but only inhales deeper the aroma of her body, clean and well-groomed skin, the smell of herbs and ointments, which the whole house is soaked with. His other hand somehow by itself, as if it too had been directed by Truda, rests on the herbalist's lower back, and his face presses into her bust, leaning against it. The breasts. Tits. Big tits, so soft tits.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 10:56

Titties.

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 06:44

Warm titties.

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 06:44

Waaaaarmmmm....

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 06:45

Interlewd 1: Mother Daughters

Camrad_RIP 13.04.24 в 06:45

Truda pulled the gifted boy away from her breasts, putting him back in the chair, bending down and not hiding, pulling down her slightly sweaty dress, through which her nipples were sticking out, exposing her girls. Contrary to Relka's opinion, which the angry villager regularly voiced during quarrels, she didn't enlarge them with herbs, they had been big since her girlhood, though a proper diet and regular ointments helped to enlarge them, and also didn't let her breasts sag like an old woman's. Here, the boy appreciated it, too, even with a little help from her.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 10:58

"You sit down, Pann, dear, you'd better sit down, you know. - Softly and insistently, just as his reeling mind needed, she said, putting her hands on his shoulders and moving his shoulders a little, while he stared dully at the swaying tits in front of his face, wrinkling his forehead in an attempt to get through the stupefaction. "Look, just look at me, and take your time, breathe, take your time, breathe, Pann, take your time."

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 11:05

He was really strong if he managed to summon a spirit that ate the curse on Knos without preparation, but he was a real boy, not a rejuvenated magician. Young, handsome, and in between showed her the tongue of a cursed Forest Biter, and even, it seems, very strong and old! As if by the gods' dictates, he came with the ingredients she needed to finish her work, which she had been struggling with for the fifth winter. She was not getting any younger. She had been through forty winters, and this tongue would be enough to rejuvenate herself and her daughter, and, most importantly, to become a little closer to the herbs and the forest, even if she lost the ability to grow in strength further. She herself understood perfectly well that she had reached her ceiling, and her daughter had even less, whereas with that potion she would not be afraid of a non-magical beast nor would she have any problems with gathering and growing herbs.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 11:10

How could she refrain from relieving the boy of his unwanted treasure?

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 07:30

Truda was very wary of exposure. There was little she could do against a full-fledged magician, even so young, even at home, but the gods had mercy, and the boy had fallen for the cheapest trick she could think of. But those tricks are used all the time, they work, even if they're cheap. Yeah, he checked the glasses, smart boy. So why did she tell her daughter to make a noise so he'd turn away? Though, who knows, the kind of compound she'd had in her possession for years, made from the occasional ingredient, a regular cheap amulet could have missed it. Truda didn't want to risk a fight, she didn't know much about shamans, too little to risk.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 11:13

"That's it, that's it, look, look, look." Like a wound-up toy, which she had seen in her childhood, she repeated over and over again, watching the boy's eyes grow dull and glassy, so kind and pleasant to talk to, not at all obnoxious, but, alas, he had something that she really needed and could not buy. She honestly wanted to but realized she had nothing to offer. "Look, come on, look, look, look."

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 11:16

Lashka, who had come behind the back of the magician who was relaxed and sliding off the chair, put her hands on the cheeks of the boy, who was not even looking at Truda's chest, but just in front of her, and started tilting his head left, right, up and down, as if controlling a toy or a doll. And the boy let himself be controlled moving him as the two villainesses wished as if paying no attention to anything. The daughter covered the ears of the boy, who now hears everything, just does not listen and does not understand.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 08:20

"That's it, mother, he's done for." A little embarrassed and obviously uncomfortable, her daughter nevertheless did the right thing. "You will be with him... you know?"

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 08:15

"Why not, my daughter?" Truda smirked, stepping back and, without tucking her breasts back into her dress, began to take it off her very beautiful body. "A sip of Unarya, my dear, is a love potion and in order to fix what was said in the head of the one who drank it, it needs to spunk properly. And look at him, isn't he handsome? His face is handsome, his body is well-groomed, and his hands... such hands, no calluses at all, like a lord's son, even though he is a vagabond traveler. If the time were right, and if it were not for the potion for which I had drunk him, I would have told you to bear his child."

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 07:57

"Well, mother, shame on you!" The blushing Lashka caused her mother only a satisfied grin, and also anticipation, because with this nice boy, polite and courteous, she would not mind to fuck without potions.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 07:46

No, she would definitely make him feel good, both him and herself, especially since she really didn't want to hurt him, just as he hadn't done anything to her. And what harm could she do? Slit his throat and bury him in the garden? So the whole village saw that he had come to her. And even though Gozb himself, sometimes, in bad years or just on a good occasion, could rob a lonely traveler, for a magician who saved everyone's favorite Knoss, they could show their displeasure. And the grumpy bitch, who became Gozb's wife by Truda's personal misfortune, would not miss the opportunity to bring trouble to the herbalist. No, no, she would just play with the boy a little, make him feel good, and then ask him to give her such a necessary ingredient and forget everything.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 07:44

In the meantime, the two beautiful poisoners slowly led Pann, obedient as a calf, into the living room and began to undress him. He had lied that he was a commoner or his mentor was not so simple. His clothes were dirty and worn after many days of travel, but they smelled almost as good, and his body was as clean and well-groomed as Truda's. The herbalist kept herself clean and took care of her body because she knew how, and because it was important to her in her work, but she also knew that ordinary men went into the river once a month, unlike this bunny.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 07:42

Lashka giggled quietly, covering her mouth with her palm, watching the protruding cock, twitching from the blood rushing in as if glued to it with her eyes. Yes, good boy, an enviable groom, but to bewitch a magician for long... No, the risk, as there is a risk. A little snap and there will be blood, a lot of blood. It's better to do it the way she had planned so that it would be pleasant, fast and he wouldn't remember.

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 07:37

Pushing the boy onto the bed, she snuggles up to him, runs her hands over his smooth skin, takes his palms and presses them against her girls, gives them a squeeze. She makes sure he doesn't bruise. The men always liked to knead them. This one is no exception, his breathing more and more frequent, his oud trembling. Only his eyes are lost and stupid as if he is in his thoughts and does not pay attention to her, as if he is not here. Truda, who had become aroused, asked in a hoarse voice, softly and affectionately:

Camrad_RIP 14.04.24 в 07:33