Chronicles of the Calix - Episode 1
Story by labeltornoff
A new story that follows the adventures of Josina Proudstaff and Farahstuvanisharu den ur-Nerevar in their search for the motherlode of the calix, a rare tuber with aphrodisiac and stamina enhancing power. As normal, for those who may wish a formatted version of the story to keep for their very own, click on the signature and check out the Stories page. This story contains futa on futa, gratuitous sex and fighting. And now ...
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Chronicles of the Calix: Episode 1
Episode 1.
The calix is a tuber that grows at the base of certain bambobo trees, mostly in the coastal regions of eastern Nerevar. It is dark red-brown and shaped like a wine goblet (a chalice) with a long stem and a bulbous protuberance that has a depression at the end. Calix is a powerful aphrodisiac, even a small amount has a jaw dropping effect, but it drains the user who usually collapses from exhaustion afterwards. The priests of Leshar use small amounts of it in their ointments; it has healing powers as well as sexual stimulation. When held with the stem up, it resembles a scrotum, lending more credence to the legend of its primary use. The misconception that calix is a root is prevalent everywhere but Mangelo.
The skin of the tuber is notoriously tough and is near impossible to cut, even with the sharpest knife. Most calix is prepared by grating and grinding to make a fine paste. Only the most skilled can slice it.
Calix is prized by the Nerevarrians who use it as part of their rituals. It is said that the Leshari missionaries who came to Nerevar and Nortborg about 300 BAC were able to eat calix raw, giving them near unlimited physical and sexual stamina as long as the effects lasted. This is patently a myth because all recorded cases of those who tried this method of using the tuber ended in either death or violent illness. The Nerevarrian rituals all use either a lotion or a weak tea made from the grated flesh.
While some devotees of Leshar offer whole calix as part of their devotional tithes, this practice is frowned upon by the Nerevarrian Council of Heroes because it is unseemly for a warrior to pay for sex. Not all hold this opinion.
The root is highly prized in Nortborg but the amazons of Nerevar guard the sources of the root jealously, though they can sell it to Nortborgians for a huge price. As such, most calix in the northern realm is held by the temples of Leshar, though a robust underground trade in smuggled calix thrives in Mount Neba.
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Episode 1 – Supply and Demand
Year 30 of Our Lady Gwenvar
18 Breeding Sun, Last day of the Feast of Arishtu’s Fecundity
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In a side tower of the Queen’s Keep in Mount Neba, a place reserved for higher-ranking members of Ariel Gwenvar’s outer circle, someone banged on a heavy wooden door. “Open up! I’ve got serious drinking to do!” The voice was clear, though made more boisterous than usual by several large tankards of ale from the Sword in Scabbard.
Another voice, calmer but with an undertone of fading control over the speaker’s own saturation in alcohol, stopped the first in mid-tirade.
“We live here.”
“We do? Then why can’t I get in?”
“That thing there, by your crotch, the thing you’ve been humping? It’s the latch. The doors ain’t never locked.” The second voice was weary with explaining latches and stairs and why guards looked at them with combined awe and disgust. It wasn’t that the woman behind the voice cared what a guard thought, she merely wanted to only have to explain things once on a single trip from the tavern to their rooms.
The door swung open, the latch on the inner side slamming into a large scrape on the stone wall that showed it wasn’t the first time the door had been flung hard. A woman with flaming red hair tied in a complex knot to hang down her back, weaved into the room past two chairs set before a damped fire and into the second room, also with a damped fire, to fling herself face up onto the feather mattress of the large bed. The ropes holding the mattress creaked and groaned, causing the four large posts to sway, making the drawn bed curtains tremble in response.
The redhead breathed a huge sigh. Pushing herself up on her elbows she regarded her companion with one eye. “Back in bed! Ha!” She stuck out a leg covered in tight leather. “Pull my boot. Hahaha!”
Her companion, a tall, lean, chocolate-skinned woman, silver hair cut short on her head with a long braid down her back and grey eyes to match, walked carefully by the giggling woman to stoke the fire. Her walk was deliberate and
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