We entered the archway at the main gate of the city, and were stopped by one of the guards, who had no trouble spotting us as outlanders by the cut of our garments and our fair hair. We showed him our safe-conducts, earned a fortnight before while defending a noble of this land from bandits, and we were allowed to continue.
    I'm Karn. Me and my buddies Herrel and Durkas are itinerant swordsman. We now found ourselves in this capital city of Weem, which was noisy and dusty, like many such cities we'd seen in our travels. This one had a place in it we were supposed to go.
    I tapped Durkas on the shoulder. "Wait." I worked my way back through the crowd, and asked another guard at the gate about our destination.
    "Houses of Healing? See the red minaret there?"
    "Yah."
    "Walk to there and ask again." A busy man.
    An hour and three directions later, we stood at the plaza facing the Houses. Durkas and I looked at Herrel. Then I waved my hand towards the complex of low buildings in front of us. "I hope this works. I don't see anything else to try."
    Durkas nodded. He said nothing, but he showed the strain we all felt. Herrel had been hamstrung by the dying blow of a supposedly dead raider. Herrel swung off on his crutches, and the angry red scar across the back of his right leg shouted from his fair skin. The noble's personal healer had kept Herrel's lifeblood in him, but his healing magic couldn't touch the cut tendons inside.
    "Dammit, Herrel, wait!" I called, moving up beside him to cross the plaza. As we approached the entrance, Durkas fumbled in his pouch, and produced the message the noble and the healer told us to deliver once we arrived. His fingers were a bit sweaty: I could see the sweat darkening the parchment. He was as nervous as I. Would Herrel be healed?
    We had been spooked by the sorcerous healer whose finger's touch had drawn the gaping edges of the cut in Herrel's leg back together like the two separated parts of a bird's feather rejoining when drawn between your fingers.
    Until then, we had no idea that these people could do any more that the usual binding and dosing with awful herbs which constituted healing throughout the rest of the lands we three had travelled, drank and whored in the previous three years. That they had healing magic suggested other, less friendly magics. Worst of all was the fear that we would have to leave behind a crippled comrade.
    "I am Susu Tarkul. May I help you?" We all turned our heads to the efficient looking matron approaching us as we stood partly in the way of a goodly number of folk going back and forth in the entry we had chosen. She wore a distinctive tunic like those worn by several others in the entry area.
    I noticed Herrel was sweating too as he wordlessly held the parchment out to the woman. She drew us aside, and chewed on her lower lip as she read the message. She got to the end and nodded. She smiled a warm smile, and beckoned to a fellow who went into a chamber, and returned with a curious wheeled chair which he and the woman got Herrel into with a little maneuvering. The man set the crutches aside, and started to roll Herrel away.
    "Hey!" I said. The woman's hand was firm on my forearm, keeping me still as she moved to block Durkas' following move.
    "You can't help him with this healing, and I need to ask you some questions."
    Durkas leaned over her. "Where is he going?"
    She frowned up at him. "To be healed, of course. Now, how were you to pay for this healing?"
    Durkas frowned back down at her. "Pay?"
    "The noble had said nothing to us about payment," I added quietly.
    She shook her head firmly. "We must ask all of the folk who come here to pay. How else are we to feed our families?"
    Durkas rolled his eyes over her head at me. I sighed, and scratched the sweaty hair at the back of my neck.
    "Right, well, we have the ten gold coins the noble sir gave us in thanks for protecting him as I believe the letter states."
    Durkas's jaw fell, and the comical look of dismay as he realized I was abandoning our hard-earned beer and girl money took some of the sting out of it.
    She smiled, and shook her head a little. "No, no, that is far too much. An offering to the Goddess of four coins will pay for all his care."
    I felt the sigh of relief come up from my toes. I dug in my pouch and quickly handed her four coins, before the price changed. "Done."
    She asked several questions about Herrel's injury and general health, how and what he had been eating, etc. and noted down our answers on a pad with a small stylus she produced from a pouch under her tunic. Then she led us to a bench in another alcove nearby, telling us that someone would call us, and vanished.
    Three hours of intense boredom followed.
    Then damn if Herrel himself doesn't limp in without crutches! He was weak and asleep on his feet. We were directed by a man who had come with him to take Herrel to a nearby inn for food and a night's rest. We were to return with him the first thing the next morning.
    The next surprise was finding that the gold coins were worth far more than we had realized: the innkeeper thought we wanted our rooms for a month when the single coin I flashed at him caught his eye. We settled on a week's room and board, and then Durkas and I toasted the unexpectedly generous noble over our meal. Herrel was soon sawing logs after we put some food in him...
    The next morning, we all marvelled at Herrel's healed leg. It was still scarred, and weak, but it worked. Herrel showed a bit of extra white around the eyeball as he spoke of a man who used his finger as a knife to cut into his leg! Upon seeing that, Herrel had passed out, so Durkas and I could only guess what they had done to fix a wound that would have crippled him for life anywhere else we had been.
    Durkas rubbed his bearded chin. "Whatever they did, it wasn't cheap, it took four of those gold coins!"
    Herrel nodded. "No more injuries for me. I'll let you guys get hurt from now on."
    I whacked him on the back. "Sure."

The Tarkul woman met us as we entered the gate again, and with a few pokes and questions to Herrel, declared his healing successful. He bowed low to her, and kissed her hand. She laughed, and then paused, looking up at us. "There is another offering we ask."
    Durkas drew his head back like a turtle. I could see the mental picture we all had, more gold coins flying away.
    Herrel cocked his head. "I am very grateful, but wasn't the four coins the agreed-upon price?"
    "Yes, yes, this is a different matter, and one which almost all of the outlander men who have undertaken have been satisfied to participate in. It is a healing, well, a helping, and Lady Healer Mara needs three men such as yourselves to complete it."
    Durkas and I looked at Herrel. He shrugged as if to say "Look, I don't know anything about this, I just got my leg fixed."
    I turned to her again. "Outlanders?"
    "Well, I do not want to intrude on the healer's business. Let her tell you, and know that no money is involved, just... honest sweat." She smiled at this last and looked at our groins! She gave herself a little shake, and beckoned another assistant to take us to "Lady Healer Mara."
    As we followed the fellow deeper into the complex, I looked over to my equally puzzled companions. Honest sweat? (Meaningful look at groins?)
    More walking through corridors brought us to a place where we stood out more, since now many more women were in evidence. Most areas of this place so far had an even mix of men and women. Now we were three strapping blond men amongst mostly women, who sometimes eyed us as we followed behind our guide. (Meaningful look at groins? Naah, couldn't be!)
    After more walking, we finally arrived at an anteroom, where a sour-faced older woman received us, and asked us to sit, as the Healer had not yet arrived.
    The three of us plunked down on tired looking chairs, across from two women. Shy women, and when Durkas caught the younger one's eye, she blushed and giggled. If we had been in our usual place to meet women, a low dive or brothel, Herrel or I would have certainly tried our hand at some leading conversation, but the sour-faced woman and the setting squelched that. The younger one was sixteen to eighteen, black hair and a merry pair of brown eyes. Dressed modestly, but plenty ripe. The other was older, perhaps 35, with a round, strong face and an ample figure. Damn if she was starting to eye us, though. What was going on?
    Throat clearing from the sour-faced one at the desk caused us to look away from our new-found companions, and Herrel was beckoned to a adjoining room for some time. He looked bemused when he returned.
    "Play along," he whispered to me as he sat.
    My turn. The woman followed me into the room. "Strip," she said.
    "Gak! — I'm not sick!"
    "I hear you, but certain things must be verified before the ceremony occurs."
    Damn Herrel! OK, I'll play the game, as I doubted they would have healed Herrel to then harm us. Besides, I have nothing to be ashamed of, my body had never gotten a complaint.
    That is, until now. The woman stood there and waited as I stripped, and then examined me like I was a slab of beef. No smile, no blush, just 'turn around', 'bend over', and then she actually had me pull back my foreskin to make sure she had not missed anything. This was not my idea of excitement.
    "Put your garments back on, and sit here," she said. Out came a stylus and notepad. She wrote for a bit.
    She looked up at me suddenly. "Have you ever had any poxes or unusual discharges from your male organ?"
    I blinked. She looked at me expectantly.
    "No — not anything I can remember." Dammit, I could feel a flush creeping up my neck.
    "Good." She put on a look that puzzled me, until I realized that it was an attempt to look sympathetic. "Please don't be embarrassed, this is simply a question of proper health and healing procedure."
    Oh, I feel better now.
    More questions about embarrassing things ensued. Then she changed to asking questions about my bloodlines. Any club foots in the family? Any idiots? I was an idiot, to be answering these questions, but I was damn curious to see where this road would take me.
    "Thank you, that is all for the questions. Please stand over against this panel here." The panel was really a slab of unremarkable gray stone in a plain wooden frame, set against one wall of the room.
    I did as directed, but jumped when I felt a tingle all along my back where I touched the stone.
    "Hold still." She reached out and gripped my arm firmly. "You will spoil the image."
    "???"
    "Stay still!"
    Aunt Rhuly! I finally recalled the spare, acerbic aunt who taught me my letters, with the occasional rap to the knuckles to improve attention. This woman was the same...
    "That is good. Stand over by the table."
    I stepped away from the tingles, and turned to see a hazy man-shaped cloud of dim colors and vague sparkles hanging where I had been standing. The hair stood on my head as I watched her closely examine it, even as it faded. What was she learning about me? She turned to me in my suit of creeping flesh, and spoiled the best scare I'd had since I'd seen Herrel go down in the fight.
    "Well, young man, it looks like you are in very good health, and are suitable for the purposes of the ceremony."
    "Whaa ... purposes? What are these purposes?"
    She sniffed. "It is not proper to intrude on the..."
    "Healer's business, yes, yes. What else do I have to do?"
    "Please be seated in the waiting area, and send in the remaining man."
    "Yes, ma'am." Back to the waiting room, with the two men still sitting across from the two women. Durkas, smoothie, had actually gotten the young one talking. I hooked my thumb over my shoulder.
    "Next."
    As he went past I bent towards his ear: "Don't worry, just play along."
    He nodded, and went to his meeting with 'Aunt Rhuly.'
    The younger one allowed that she was Vielle, but then the other gently shushed her, and Vielle would say no more. The other then smiled an odd little smile, and settled her behind onto her chair with a little extra wiggle that rang the alarm bell for the little warrior that lives in my loincloth.
    The room got a little warmer, and then cooled off as Durkas emerged soundlessly whistling. The sour one came around him, and informed all five of us (Huh?) that the Healer would be able to start things shortly, and to please be patient. Off she went through another door.
    Another 'short' wait later, and the door we had been sitting by opened to emit the sour one, who bade us three men enter. She went back out, and closed the door behind her.
    Oh, boy, yet another room. But this one was occupied by a tall, fat woman ... Oh, Gods, that wasn't a big belly, those were breasts! As the woman rose to greet us I realized that the huge masses tenting the cloth of her simple robe were unfettered breasts of a size I had never encountered except in my dreams.
    My fellows were forgotten.
    "Yes, gentleman, these are breasts." She gestured with her hands towards the gently moving behemoths. "Please be seated."
    As I numbly slid towards the chair nearest to me, I tried to look somewhere else other than where I was being compelled to look.
    She had a strong face, a few wrinkles at the corners of light brown eyes, brown hair dressed simply. Ah, Gods, her nipples made two folds in the fabric which Herrel's considerable nose couldn't have made if it had been hiding under there. I flicked my eyes to the left and right. Durkas' and Herrell's eyes, glazed as they were, met mine, letting me know that they too were impressed, for all that Durkas was a leg man, and Herrel covered the territory between mine and Durkas'.
    What next?
    "I am Mara, and I had been informed that you three might be willing to assist in our ceremony today."
    Herrell found his tongue first, as usual. (The girls usually liked his tongue, too.)
    "Pardon, Healer Mara, but no-one has informed us as to what is to happen."
    "That is as I wished," she replied calmly.
    She moved back to sit, and my little warrior tried to break out of the loincloth. Slow fluid motion beneath her robe, as she bent and turned about to seat herself, using her arms to balance herself as she sat. As a fat man might, she clasped her hands together and rested them on the mass on her lap. The nipples below her arms still could be seen tenting the cloth. Was that a wet spot where the right nipple was? Was she a wet nurse? Why was she talking to us?
    "It is my task to assist the health of the people of this land by ensuring that a supply of good seed is available to the women of the city and its surroundings," Mara said.
    We sat mute.
    "Look, do you know of the Wolfram kings?"
    Durkas and I nodded, while Herrel cleared his throat.
    "Yes, ma'am, whole bloodline is said to be idiots."
    "Inbreeding," she said.
    Now all three of us nodded.
    "My task is to prevent that, and, in fact, to find the broadest possible selection of good seed to strengthen our people."
    We again sat mute.
    She puffed a breath out in mild exasperation, and clapped her hands together twice sharply. More ripples under the cloth, and I was wiggling in my chair to try to make more room downstairs for the war preparations.
    "Well, I suspect that things will go faster if we just get started." She rose, and I could swear I heard the soft slap of heavy masses of flesh hitting each other. The wet spot at the tip of her right breast was more pronounced. She paused, and looked down, "Besides, I am nearly ready myself." She lifted her eyes back up to us, and the sudden fire there made me lean back a bit.
    "Come with me." She led us to a further door, which she opened. (She reached for the panel, and her left breast swung under her arm to billow the robe like a strong wind.) She stepped through, and then aside. We went past her into an airy, comfortable room with high windows, and a large, low, padded platform with some pillows on it taking up the center. Our perusal of the room was interrupted by an unmistakable sound: the sound of cloth sliding off a female body. My little warrior was going to war, whether I was ready or not.
    "Turn around, you three."
    "Oh, my Gods," Herrel whispered.
    She held her arms outspread with her hands clasped behind her neck. Her breasts hung free, perfect for all that they hung to her navel. They were the ripe breasts of a young woman, if that woman had been twenty feet tall. They were full and deep and wide, reaching well past her sides, wider than her womanly hips, but the main weight came forward in perfect cones to large brown areolas ending in nipples as big as my thumb. The right had a drop of fluid hanging from the nipple.
    "Disrobe," she breathed, as she drew her hands from behind her neck, down her shoulders, and down the slopes of her breasts to her nipples.
    We disrobed. Record time, too. My little warrior was imitating an oak staff.
    She took a step towards us, with a nipple between the index and middle finger of each hand. She worked them gently. "You must follow my instructions, and you must always tell me if any of you is ready to come. Your seed is for me only. Do you understand?"
    I swallowed dryly. "Yes, Healer, but for the many Gods' sake, where are we to put it?"
    "Here." Her right hand left her breast to slide down her belly to the luxurious bush below.
    Ever the doubter, Herrell croaked, "Healer, how the hell does it get to other women?"
    "Wait, I think you will be surprised."
    Durkas muttered, "I already am."
    She withdrew her hand from her cleft, and I could see the shine on her fingers. She spoke almost to herself. "I'm ready."
    She's ready?! I look down at my little warrior; he is twitching and drooling. I look up to see her approach me, her eyes rising from my pulsing cock.
    "You won't last much longer. You are first."
    Her voice was the most curious blend of passion and business. She walked past me to the platform. We all turned slowly to follow her, fully under the influence of a magic more basic than any human-devised healing spell. Her breasts swayed so slowly as she walked past, the nipples describing gentle arcs in the air in front of her. She leaned down to the platform, and the curve of her flank rising to her full behind must have pleased the others. I only noted it in passing, for her now down-pointing breasts looked like two wine jars, the full bodies tapering down to the points at the bottom, the nipples almost brushing the cloth of the platform nearly her arms length away. I moaned.
    "Not yet, just a moment longer," she said over her shoulder. "You others, bide and watch, and touch me gently if you wish, and if it does not disturb this one here. But do not allow yourselves to reach the point of no return: tell me if you are ready to come. Now, let me arrange myself."
    She let herself down sideways, her breasts spilling across the pads, and then she rolled to her back, bringing her breasts up on her chest with the insides of her arms. Her hands were both in her bush, working already as she let her knees part slowly. "Mount me now!" she commanded.
    I had an amazing view, her cleft, arms and hands, hips, belly and face all overshadowed by the immense tent shapes of her teats, now rising to gentle peaks capped by the dark areolas and large nipples.
    I moved to the edge of the platform, found it with my knees, and moved on my knees to between her legs. I had not even touched her or myself, but was close to release.
    I leaned forward, resting my hands by her shoulders, and slid my knees down. Her nipples touched my chest at the same time I felt her wet fingers draw my warrior into the battle. I exploded into her on the first stroke, and her hands were on my buttocks holding me deep as I bucked and grunted.
    "That's right, give all you have, keep stroking as long as you feel the seed flowing," she said warmly.
    I opened my eyes in surprise. She was looking up at me with a mixture of seriousness and sensuality: it was disconcerting. One stroke and I come, and she tells me to ensure no drop is missed. I feel embarrassed but she is not dismayed at the length of my performance.
    She shook her head a little, and slid her arms up to my elbows. She nodded to her breasts. "Do not worry, no man who enjoys the sight of a woman's breasts could last long. You did as I asked." She squeezed my elbows. "Now, off, and allow the others their relief."
    I pushed myself up, and turned to see Durkas trembling. I hurriedly got up, and he too cried out as soon as he entered her. She ensured with voice and hips that he was worked dry before he rose. Herrel stood coolly; no sweat on his brow. Of the three of us, he thought he was the great lover, and fancied that the women craved his skilled touch over our clumsy advances. She raised her head to look over her breasts at him, as Durkas stood back to make way.
    "Well?" she asked, "waiting for better weather?" One hand was back in her bush, and the other was at that right nipple, working the liquid leaking from it over the nipple and areola.
    He raised an impertinent eyebrow. (Cock upright as an obelisk, who does he think he's fooling?) "I just want to make sure you're ready for me, Lady."
    "Goddess, I need you now! Come here!" she commanded him.
    The crazy man waited, but I knew his game of a sudden.
    "Please come and give me your seed!"
    Ah, there it was, the magic word.
    "Here I am." He approached the platform and was in her in one smooth move. I suppose it was as well that he waited, as his weapon was considerably larger than an average man's. Women must be really wet and ready to comfortably accept him. Ready, hah! He fell into her like a horse's leg going into a rabbit hole.
    Damned if she didn't suck in a big breath and moan for the pleasure of it. Then the bastard started to slowly stroke his sword in her scabbard like he hadn't been watching one of the most erotic things I could ever have imagined. Her voice changed: back to business, but with an inexorably rising tide of passion behind it, with a little catch each time he began a slow withdrawal from her.
    "Aaahh, no, this time is to be — ah — quick, the others must not wait — aah, — too long, lest they lose their — their — aahh, aahhh, AAHHHH!"
    Her eyes flew wide. Herrel nodded briefly to himself. (Figured out this castle's defenses, yessir) and started banging her for all he was worth. He took her over the top, and then took care to pump his full load into the bucking, writhing woman. This was good, because she sure wasn't minding things. I moved to the side, and my cock rose to watch her breasts rocking violently, and then gently, the nipples both leaking slowly.
    She drew his head down to hers as he finished shuddering and kissed him deeply. Her left breast escaped her arm as she did so, falling heavily to the pad. It squirted a little as it landed, and I sighed. She looked away from Herrel to me. and back to my little warrior, unbowed by his first fall.
    "Ah, ready again!" She urged Herrel off and with some effort recollected the wandering breast with her hand and arm. As she brought it up on her chest again, she turned her head to Durkas.
    "You may lie beside us and keep yourself ready for your turn by touching me or yourself as pleases you." Durkas moved from where he had been standing back with me as Herrel stepped away.
    Durkas got up on the platform, and lay on his side so he could begin caressing her thighs, which were strong but shapely. She breathed in gently as he did so, and when one of his hands strayed to the inside of her thigh, she spread her legs wider, and rolled her hips with a gentle groan.
    She looked to me without speaking this time, and I moved forward to the platform, my warrior dancing again to my heartbeat. I lifted her left leg from the platform as I came up to her, and she lifted her head a bit in surprise to look at me as I lay beside and below her, and then rolled my hips close to bring my warrior into the treasure cave, once more searching for gold.
    At first I lay quietly, and let her leg down over my hip. Durkas took the hint, and helped by lifting her other leg over mine. I hitched in closer, burying myself that much deeper, and her belly twitched as she felt me move. Herrel wasn't the only one who could please women, and it was my turn. I raised my head to Durkas, carefully keeping my cock still within her.
    "Why don't you continue?" I said to Durkas with courtly politeness. He waggled his eyebrows and again began to gently stroke her thighs, smoothly and slowly.
    She sighed again and I felt her grip on my warrior tighten as Durkas' hands moved to the inside of her thighs.
    "Move your hands up higher," she told Durkas, and rolled her head to the right to better see me around the immensities on her chest.
    "Move, please!" Her pussy pulsed again as Durkas' fingers began to approach her bush. I began to slowly withdraw, and slide back into the now gently quivering woman. She closed her eyes, and breathed deeply.
    My reservations about asking her a certain question were being overcome as I watched her breasts' slow movements as she breathed. They gently rippled at the same time from the combined shaking of my stroking and her own twitching. That twitching was increasing as Durkas' fingers continued to gently rub her wide spread pussy lips just above my cock and the clitoris so prominent between them.
    I reached out gently, and touched her right arm, which she still was using to hold up her breast. "May I?" I asked her as I looked up at her near breast. She looked at me feverishly and nodded. She gently let her right down to her side where it rested on the soft mat, brown nipple pointing like a finger to the far wall. I reached out, and touched the nipple, which immediately began to firm beneath my trembling fingers. The dark area around it, still wet with her liquid, also crinkled up. Gods, that dark oval of skin still formed a gentle cone larger than some women's breasts, even when it was tightened together.
    "Softly, ahh, softly there, ahhh," Mara said. She smiled at me as I brought my other arm up and began to explore the vast warm shape of her breast. I made to suck her nipple, but she touched my face with her hand. "No, that is not for you." She smiled a little at my dismayed look.
    "Licking, however, will be appreciated!" I took the hint in good heart, and began to taste as much of the bounty as I could reach.
    Meanwhile, her hips continued to gently gyrate on my rigid warrior, with Durkas' continued attentions to her clitoris producing strong shudders. I cupped a hand over her nipple and areola and lightly squeezed it. I felt a squirt against my palm. She began shaking, and I started stroking hard into her as her back bowed from the force of a second orgasm. I found myself groaning and coming into her again, feeling the pulsing of my warrior deep inside her.
    "Me now," Durkas said urgently, and as soon as I rolled away, he used his hands to bring her to her hands and knees.
    She looked over her shoulder at him. "Only for a little while in this position, for I will leak all over the platform now that I am flowing." She turned her head to me, as she backed up on her hands and knees to the edge of the platform, still under the urging of Durkas's trembling hands. Her straight arms just kept her breasts from touching the mat. His cock went into her deep and he pumped away like he had a fire burning in his cock that he had to put out immediately.
    Amazingly, she still looked at me as she shuddered with the force of each thrust. "There, over by the wall, quickly!" She pointed with her chin.
    Tearing my eyes from the sight of her impossibly full breasts slowly swaying and leaving sprinkles of fluid in the darkening fabric of the padding, I paced over to the large pile of clean towels in a basket by the wall. I came back to her with two.
    Her breath came out in puffs in time with Durkas' strokes. "One ... beneath ... each." I slid a folded towel in the small space beneath the tip of her left breast and the mat, and it wet the back of my hand with the constant stream it now leaked, with a little spurt whenever Durkas got a particularly strong stroke in. I found I couldn't reach around the massive moving shape of the breast on my side and rolled off the platform to go around Durkas' sweating form. Herrel finally came to my attention again. I had forgotten him in my need and excitement.
    "Let's see if she would enjoy the taste of me," he said quietly to me as I passed him.
    He had been standing to the other side of the moaning, bucking couple. I smiled and shook my head. Herrel really enjoyed having women swallow his cock, saying nothing was better for him. I lost track of him though as I was busy placing the other towel over the wet spot now beneath her other breast. She opened her eyes to look at me as I touched her to place the towel.
    "Thanks," she gasped. I kept my hand on her breast.
    "No, I thank you!" I said sincerely.
    Herrel cleared his throat as he came up on the platform facing her. "Lady... could, uh, would you?" His rigid cock stood like a flagpole.
    She nodded. "Come here, and lie across in front of me."
    She looked back over her shoulder. "Hey back there, ease up a bit, so I can measure this lad here." Durkas opened his eyes in surprise, and slowed to a more sober pace.
    She turned back to Herrel, still swaying a bit in time with Durkas' pumping. "Now, I think you are as excited by this as your fellow Karn here is excited by these." She glanced down at her massive breasts, still moving in ponderous counterpoint to her body's movement. "So remember when you are ready to come, you must take your place in me."
    She rested her elbows on Herrel's muscular thigh and side, and took the thick base in one of her hands. His cock stood up like a stone rod, and she slowly began to lick it. Her breasts now rested against his hips, and I stroked the full side of her breast as Herrel started groaning. His groans and the soft sounds she was making were apparently too much for Durkas, as he then began to enthusiastically pump his second load into her.
    She paused in her work on Herrel's rod. "That's it, get all you can into me."
    Bracing herself against Herrel, and with his cock waving like a sceptre in her hand, she concentrated on the last spurts of Durkas' cock. Once Durkas collapsed to the platform to her left, she brought her knees up under herself on one side, and raised her torso so her breasts lifted up onto Herrel. She turned to me. She nodded to Herrel, whose midsection was nearly covered by the spill of her breasts. "Could you arrange my breasts so I can best serve this poor fellow here?"
    I eagerly moved right behind her, and knelt with my legs on either side of her. I reached around and with an effort pulled her left down across Herrel's thighs and brought her right breast down onto her folded legs.
    The weight drew her body forward, and she popped Herrel's cock back into her mouth and went to work. To my amazement, (Well, not to my amazement, considering the circumstances) my little warrior was slowly growing again, trapped between my belly and her warm back. She wiggled to acknowledge my response, and then withdrew the moaning Herrel's cock from her mouth.
    She looked over her shoulder at me. "Wait, there's more work for you."
    In surprise I moved away a few inches, but I kept my hands busy, now stroking the sides of her breasts, and then the still leaking nipples. Oops, I moved off the platform, and got two more fresh towels. I came back to her, removed the damp ones, and started to place the new towels to catch the drips.
    She shook her head with most of Herrel's cock down her throat and waved me off. She lifted her head, and looked at the panting Herrel. "Now, fellow, let's see how good your control really is."
    She turned to me a bit, and rested a damp right hand on my shoulder. She leaned on me, and lifted herself and her massive breasts. They lifted right up in front of my face. Gods, strike me dead now. There is no better moment in which I could die.
    She lifted a leg over Herrel, who quickly reached down and held his cock upright for her to squat down on.
    "Good boy," she smiled, and slowly let herself down until the now purple head of Herrel's cock just touched her lips. She reached out to my shoulder again. She crouched there, and looked at Durkas.
    "Other side here, lad."
    Still she hung, the honey of her slowly dripping onto Herrel's cock. Herrel was looking a little panicked, as a bemused Durkas took position on her other side. She set her other hand on Durkas's shoulder. She looked down between the mass of her breasts at Herrel.
    "Now?" she asked.
    "Gods, yes!" he gasped, trembling.
    She smiled, and gently began to lower herself. Very slowly. I looked at her thigh, or what little I could see of it under her breast. Still steady, as she lowered a bit more, and then stopped. Her hand on my shoulder pressed firmly but steadily, and I finally realized that this woman was very strong, and could handle the extra weight of her breasts, outsized as they were.
    The large head and the first third of Herrel's big cock was now inside her, and she was still calm and steady, although her breath had deepened. Herrel began to gently buck up, thrusting an extra couple of inches into her. She held steady, though. "Hold his hips down! This time I am the one who moves!" She looked at me and Durkas, and we each put a heavy hand on Herrel's hips, pinning him down, with some difficulty.
    "Better." She smiled past her breasts again at Herrel. "More?" she politely asked.
    Durkas, leaning well forward to see me past her breasts, and smiling broadly, winked. Herrel had surprised her before, now he was to be the one being played like a flute in a master's hand... or something...
    "Unngghh, please!" Herrel was sweating, his arms spread, fingers digging at the mat.
    "Please then, well, let's give him a bit more..." Her words were still calm, but the upper slopes of her breasts (Ah, so full and heavy!) now had large patches of flush spreading on them. She began to lower herself slowly, consuming another third of Herrel's cock. Again she stopped. (He was probably in as deep as Durkas and I had been at our best.)
    "My, you are big," she said softly, closing her eyes momentarily.
    Herrel lifted his head and looked her in the eye. "The rest, please?" he grated.
    "Very well." She slowly settled the remaining length, taking it slowly in until the thick base must have spread her lips wide.
    "Hands please, gentleman," she said, and Durkas and I withdrew our hands from beneath her.
    She must have begun to do something inside herself, because Herrel looked very surprised, then started shaking like he had a fever. Durkas raised a hand and used it to start counting silently. Herrel came undone at the count of fourteen.
    She rode him like a horsetrader breaking a stallion, breasts moving in vast counterpoint. She soon added her cries to his, while still using Durkas and me for balance. Finally they both stopped. She leaned forward, letting go of us, and grasped Herrel's hands. He looked up at her face with her breasts spilling about his ears.
    "Are we even now?" she asked him.
    He nodded his head like a fool, making her breasts shake. He tried to lift her head to kiss her, but couldn't get past her breasts. She laughed and kissed his large nose, which was all she could get at with her breasts covering him.
    "Food and drink," she announced, seemingly to the air. She used my shoulder to stand up, so Herrel could get out from under her. She sent me for a few more towels which she used to dry herself, and to sit on.
    The door opened, and the two women we had met earlier entered. They bore trays of food and drink. Durkas flushed when the pretty girl looked at him, and made to leave the platform in the direction of his tunic.
    Mara spoke up. "No, it is not time for clothes yet. Ladies?"
    The women nodded, the younger blushing a bit. They laid their trays down on the platform, and proceeded to disrobe. The older woman took hers off eagerly, revealing a somewhat stocky but still pleasing form with what I would have considered a fine heavy set of breasts, but for what I had just been seeing and touching.
    The girl took a little longer in her shyness, avoiding Durkas' eyes as she revealed a ripe body in the bloom of youth, and legs to die for. I could hear Durkas' sigh. Mara gestured to the girl, who stood still like a frightened deer.
    "Vielle, bring me a drink and a cake." Vielle jumped, and moved to bring them to Mara where she now sat cross-legged on her towels in the middle of the platform. Mara waved to the rest of us.
    "Eat, drink." Mara indicated the trays. The older woman immediately went to Herrel's side, and began sharing some food with him, while Durkas and the girl moved towards each other.
    I looked at Mara. "Share a cake?"
    "Thanks. I will, and gladly."
    I reached forward with a piece, and she surprised me by leaning forward playfully and eating a bite from my hand. Crumbs fell to her breasts, and my eyes followed. She smiled and brushed them off, ripples running down to her nipples in response. I smiled back, and the six of us fed and drank from each other's cups and hands.
    Inside I was in amazement so deep I couldn't tell what year it was, so this meal I accepted as another part of a dream I didn't want to wake from.
    Finally the cakes were gone, the small talk had died down, and Mara clapped her hands. "Now, the final step." She looked at us men, and patted the side of her right breast.
    "Now you three will learn what these are for." (I was ready to guess, by now.) She looked at the other two men. "I see a choosing has occurred, so you two may help prepare these women for the seed."
    Durkas blinked. Mara threw a crumb at him, while Herrel laughed, unsurely.
    Mara laughed gently in response and inclined her head gravely to each of them. "You two will fill and warm these ladies up with your fine rods, and when they are ready, they shall get their seed from me. Remember, all of your seed is mine. Do not come in them. Tell me and I will open my legs again for you."
    She paused for a breath. "You see, our peoples have used our healing not only to heal, but sometimes to change ourselves when a special need occurs."
    The other two women nodded.
    Mara continued. "I have been changed to fill a special purpose."
    I looked at her breasts.
    Mara nodded. "Yes, they were large, but not that much larger than hers." She indicated the older woman's breasts. "When I became the keeper of the seed," she smiled wryly, and continued, "I was enlarged, and my muscles and back were strengthened so I wouldn't become a cripple."
    I could see that. I nodded. Durkas was edging away from Mara a bit, but Vielle held him tight.
    "It's all right, Durkas," Vielle said. "She is to help us have strong children!"
    "How?" asked Herrel.
    Mara turned to him. "My breasts do not make milk. Instead, they take the seed of the men I lie with from my womb, cleanse and mix it, and the result..." She reached down to the drop oozing from her left nipple, and spread it between her thumb and forefinger, "can be used to give women like this a good chance for healthy children where none existed."
    She pointed at Vielle. "She has not conceived. We found that her husband's childhood fever had killed his seed."
    Mara turned and touched the knee of the older woman, who smiled at Mara. "And this one's husband is a miner, and the ore has made his seed bad," Mara said.
    Durkas piped up. "Why us? We look nothing like your people."
    Mara shook her head at him. "That's exactly why. Outbreeding always makes for stronger stock, so we look for offerings from healthy outlanders whenever we can."
    The older woman spoke up. "Besides, the men are glad to have healthy children, especially when they don't look like the man next door!"
    Herrel scratched his head. "So you have us warm these fine women up, and then we watch while you quicken them?" Mara nodded. Herrel turned his gaze to look at Durkas and me. "And I thought the rites of the Priests of Ozol were weird..."
    I clapped my hands. "And these are a lot less painful. Well, lads, the Healer has asked you to do your duty — to it!"
    Durkas hesitated, and then slowly pulled the girl into his arms. Herrel was pulled by the eager older woman into a much more fiery embrace. In a little while they all were humping away, as Mara and I watched.
    Mara placed my hand on one of her breasts. (Well, a small part of it.) "Get me warmed up again," she said with a smile that made the command a request.
    "Yes, Healer." She lay back, and I slid into her, with the seed of who knows how many men leaking from her nipples into my chest hair.
    A little while, and Durkas thumped the platform with a fist. Mara tapped me on the shoulder, and I dismounted. Durkas and I swapped, and I held the slim girl in my arms while Vielle tried to defeat my little warrior with hip motion alone.
    Durkas soon came into Mara again, (probably running dry by now...) and Mara and he came over to where I was concentrating on not having Vielle end up with a child with yellow hair, blue eyes, and my Da's smile.
    Mara tapped my shoulder. "Off."
    "Just in time!" I grunted.
    Mara shook her head. "Hold yourself, she is ready." She looked at me and gestured to the girl's hips. "Lift them. Spread your legs, Vielle."
    Mara's breasts were both leaking again. She reached down, and squeezed a strong stream from her left's nipple into a towel she had picked up. "Good." she said to no-one in particular. She rubbed the left nipple until it hardened fully, and with some fascinating (to me, anyway) maneuvering, slid it into the girl's vagina.
    Mara paused. "The Goddess' blessing on you." Vielle moaned and nodded. Mara squeezed her own breast like a farmer milking a goat, three full strokes, until the whitish seed came back out of the girl, past her lips and around the dark brown of Mara's areola.
    "Down, and work the seed in well, Durkas." I let her hips back down, and Durkas had miraculously managed the erection he needed. He went to it.
    At the same time, the noise from the other side of the platform told us that while Herrel might have met his match in Mara, the heaving, bucking woman he was now sending to heaven was well within his capabilities. Mara dosed her with Herrel's and my bemused help, and Mara and I sat back again, to watch Vielle tremble and shake to completion under Durkas.
    Durkas rolled off her and just about passed out. She lay next to him for a few moment, touching him. She then sighed, and rose, and came over to kiss Mara. "My thanks, Healer."
    "Raise the child well, Vielle." Mara's face was sad for a moment as she hugged Vielle. I wondered what thought made her look wistful.
    We all then cheerfully watched Herrel bouncing around on top of a woman who obviously liked sex and was ready to enjoy it to the fullest. When the noise died down, the lady, tears of joy in her eyes, pinched Herrel's cheeks (facial) and told him she'd have to teach her husband some new things when she got home. We all laughed.
    Well, the ladies and we all dressed up, shook hands like civilized people, and headed for the door.
    Mara touched my shoulder as the two other women left the room before us. "Ah, I... It is my wish that you make an appointment with my assistant before you leave." The three of us turned as one to face her. Her eyes were twinkling as she continued. "I believe a few more offerings would be in order, in fact I'm sure of it."
    Durkas paled. "Lady Healer, do you have oysters around here?"
    Herrel and I roared with laughter. Herrel slapped Durkas' back.
    I took Mara's hand, looking deep into her eyes. "Good Lady Healer, I, we are at your service," I said softly. She smiled a smile that held promise of more than I had ever expected to hope for.
    Oh, duty in the name of the Goddess is hard, sometimes!

The End