Before Casey could react, the woman on the other side of the portal - naked, surprised, and extremely pregnant - summoned her sevel. But instead of the soft, white light he’d seen from her and the other Tante before, her hands glowed red-orange, like lava bubbling in the crater of a volcano. Her eyes locked on to Casey, and she made a beckoning motion with both hands. Through no effort of his own, Casey streaked toward the portal.

There was a sickening sensation, as if whatever Wehweh was anchored to lay in the back of his stomach. The world went blindingly white, then purple. A minute later, his vision cleared enough to see.

He recognized the place. He’d been here before - Wehweh’s chambers. Last time he was here, under the glowing grip of Cahaya and her mother, he’d painted the room white, not to mention the women. But the one who stood before him had to be Cahaya’s age. Judging by her appearance, Cahaya’s grand entrance into the world couldn’t be more than a week away.

She looked at him with a mixture of fear and astonishment, along with flashes of something else. Amusement? She glanced down, then back up. The red energy arced from her fingers, wrapping around his midsection.

Instinctively, he covered his junk with both hands, before realizing his error. He didn’t have hands, nor any junk to... Hold on.

He looked down. Legs! And I do have junk! He patted his crotch frantically, as if afraid it would turn into something else. Weirder things have happened. He moved to take a step, but found his feet firmly rooted in place, thanks to the red energy. “Daun? Dr. Wurnsworth? Hello?” Nobody answered, but oddly, he could hear children playing in the background. The sound seemed alien in this world.

“I hold you. You not move until Wehweh say so.”

Casey held his arms up. “I mean you no harm. I promise.” Wehweh’s eyes darted back down and she smiled, causing Casey to cover himself once again.

“Who are you? You survive great man death. How?”

His mind raced. He couldn’t exactly say why, but he didn’t want anyone making the connection between him and the battle axe, even if the latter was still twenty years in the future. He snuck a quick glance over his shoulder. The portal was gone, and there was no sign of Daun. She was here, somewhere, but as a baby, probably still crawling around on all fours.

With them both standing there naked, he tossed out the first name that came to mind. “My name is Bobby.” As for the second part of her question, he had no ready answer, but his mouth was already running. “I’m not really a man!” he blurted.

She glanced to his crotch, then blessedly, released the red light which bound him in place. He managed to take one step forward before Wehweh crossed the distance between them and grabbed his cock and balls, summoning the white sevel that Casey knew only too well. As before, his orgasm erupted, only slightly diminished from the lack of her daughter’s input.

But this time, nothing came forth. Not a drop. The orgasm continued, rolling Casey’s eyes back in his head. Wehweh scowled, and her magic intensified, sending Casey over the top once more. A string of drool fell down his chin. Wehweh licked at it, then bit his lip hard, drawing a trickle of blood. Casey wanted nothing more than to take her at this point, but despite the continuous orgasm, he still produced nothing. No world-saving seed.

Wehweh looked into his eyes from less than a hand’s breadth away. It was nice, eye contact. He didn’t realize how much he missed it until he didn’t have them. Wehweh’s eyes displayed a mix of emotions, but none of the good ones.

She released her sevel and his junk, and Casey fell to a knee. “You are correct. You are no man, Bu-Bi.”

“It’s... uh... Bobby. I... I’m sorry, Wehweh. I...”

Before he could finish, the world froze. Not that much had been moving, but the rise and fall of Wehweh’s chest halted mid-inhale, and the background went quiet, as if someone flipped a switch.

Then, a familiar, sexy voice filled the room. “You’ve been here three days, and yet you’re already fucking things up.” The woman’s voice made his skin tingle, but whether in a good way or a bad way he wasn’t certain. He turned his head until he saw the source.

It was the woman from the desert. The woman that started him on this crazy quest. What was her name? Indah.

She was clothed all in white, as she had been before, the translucent gauze not leaving anything to the imagination. She waved a hand, releasing whatever power held Casey immobile. He stood and turned towards the woman.

“Yeah, about that. What the hell do you expect from me? You put me in the body of a battle axe. I barely have free will.” Casey found himself gesticulating wildly, no doubt trying to make up for lost time, now that he had arms to flail.

“For your information, that was never my intention.” She crossed the distance between them and ran a finger over his bare chest, as the immobile Tante mother-to-be stared past him, her face locked in bewilderment.

“Care to clarify?”

“Not that I have to, but sure.” She took a step towards him and laid a hand on her chest. Her finger lazily circled his nipple, but Casey swatted it away. “The plan was to bring you both here, show you around a little bit, and send you on an epic quest, maybe repopulate a world while you’re at it.” She stroked his chin, but moved her finger before Casey could swat it away as well. “The whole battle axe thing was an unforeseen complication. Amusing, but unforeseen. I have to say, despite my original outburst, you’ve adapted very nicely.”

“Thanks, I think.” Casey looked around the frozen room, trying to focus on anything besides the woman’s breasts. He settled on one of the glowing orbs that illuminated the room.

“What’s wrong? Can’t concentrate?” More flowing than moving, she shrugged out of her gossamer robes, letting them fall to the floor. Before Casey could react, she closed the gap between them, pressing her breasts against his naked chest. His throbbing erection still hadn’t subsided from Wehweh’s ministrations, and Indah wrapped her soft fingers around it, stroking gently. “There is a reason you can’t ejaculate here, you know, in the past. Oh, you can have orgasms,”-she smiled as she began to tug faster-“but you can’t produce anything. The makers don’t want to risk an overly corrupted timeline. It must be frustrating, especially with all the pent up sexual tension you’ve experienced over the past couple days.”

Casey was powerless to move. For a moment, he thought whatever spell Wehweh had cast was holding him once again, but that wasn’t the case. This woman was intoxicating.

She moved in to lick his neck, tracing his jawline with her tongue, before finally finding his lips, her tongue darting between them. Casey opened to her, but the woman bit his lower lip, in the same spot Wehweh had, causing him to wince. Then, she pulled away, a glistening string of spit connecting their mouths.

“But we’re in my world, now, lover boy. My timeline.” Hand still stroking his engorged cock, Indah went to her knees. “You can cum here all you want.” Casey had long ago gave up fighting it. He shuddered as she licked the tip, and nearly fainted when she took the entire length into her throat with one swift motion.

Casey knew he was no longer a four-foot demon dong, but he’d never been embarrassed about his seven inches, not that any woman had ever given him a reason to be. After all, he could count the number of real blow jobs he’d received in his life on one hand. Okay, fine, one finger. But that was back in college, and the woman had barely been able to fit four inches in her mouth.

He looked down at the mysterious woman who still had his entire length between her lips. This was on a completely different level. Wet gagging sounds emanated from the woman’s throat, and that alone was almost enough to make him erupt, but he held it back.

Finally, Indah came up for air, sliding her wet lips over the shaft towards the tip. Thick strings of spit and phlegm connected her mouth to the head of his Dick as she pulled away, along with bits of whatever she had for breakfast that day, by the looks of things. She looked up at him with her beautiful silver-blue eyes, took one greedy gulp of air, and thrust yourself back down to the base. This time, she didn’t hold it there, but again retreated to the tip, then thrust downward again.

Casey forgot where he was. He grabbed double handfuls of the woman’s hair, pulling her down hard with every thrust. It wasn’t like she needed the help, but she didn’t object. Quite the opposite, judging from her enthusiasm.

For the next minute, he destroyed her throat and soon, the sensation, accompanied by the wet squelching noises, simply became too much to resist.

Casey came. Not the magically enhanced showers of sperm that he had rained down upon Cahaya and Wehweh, but a good, old-fashioned human orgasm, although remarkably longer and more productive than any he had had before.

He’d expected her to pull away. That woman back in college had. But if anything, she picked up the pace, and Casey sent jet after jet of his thick fluid down her gullet. Finally, she pulled away, strings of drool soaking her breasts, which were still heaving from the exertion.

Casey looked for something to lean on, but the only support within reach was Wehweh’s swollen belly. Wisely, he decided against it.

“I gotta say... that was so much more fun than I remember.” She sighed. “Your body suits you. It’s almost a shame I have to send you back into the battle axe.”

“Wait, what?” Casey shook his head to clear it of the post-ejaculatory fog. “Why? I think I’d be much more effective at completing the task at hand in my normal body.” He blinked away the last of the haze. “As a matter of fact, I’m sure of it.”

Indah attempted to wipe off her face with the back of her arm, but was largely unsuccessful. Casey doubted even a beach towel would do the trick. She stood up, meeting his gaze. “Unfortunately, some rules even I have to play by. It’s how you arrived in this world, and unfortunately, it’s how you’ll have to stay, for now.” She shook her head. “If that meddling professor of yours…”

That snapped Casey back to full cognizance. “Doctor Wurnsworth! What happened to him? He was trying to pull me out.”

Indah scowled. “Don’t remind me. It’s one of the things I don’t like about this whole ‘welcome to the club’ scenario we got going on here.” Her voice went soft. “Foolish mortals make foolish mistakes.”

“But he was working to rescue me! I’m not supposed to be here. This isn’t right, this whole deal. It’s fucked.” Casey looked around for something to clean himself off with. He found a piece of cloth by what he assumed to be Wehweh’s sleeping mattress. He looked at the frozen woman. I’m sure she won’t mind. He hastily wiped off his nether regions and replaced the cloth. He found himself wishing he had something to cover up with, but nothing presented itself.

“I told you what you have to do to go home,” Indah said reproachfully. “Save the world. Repopulate it.” She wiped at the corner of her smirking mouth with a finger. “I don’t think I’m asking too much of you.”

Casey growled under his breath. He could never remember feeling so powerless.

Indah turned her back to him. “You’re not the only one trapped where they don’t want to be, you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“This world.” She gestured with her hands at their surroundings. “They think I’m a God. Some omnipotent being. But in reality, I’m little more than” - She made a rolling motion with her hand as if trying to find the right phrase - “an assistant manager. I’m stuck here, just like you. That’s why I did what I did, just now.” She looked at his crotch then turned away sheepishly. “The mortal women of this world aren’t the only ones to have never seen a man in decades.”

Casey tried to think of something to say, but came up empty.

She smiled at him. “So, next time we’re together, maybe you could return the favor?”

He looked into her eyes, overcome with a wave of sympathy. “Yeah, sure. I can do that.” Real smooth, Casey.

“Thanks,” she said more bashfully than she probably felt, if Casey were any judge. “Anyway, we finally got that SP of yours refilled, didn’t we?” She picked her robe up off the floor and slid back into it every bit as alluringly as she had discarded it.

“You mean…”

Indah nodded. “Every time you produce seed, you refill your sexual power, or SP, as the maker likes to call it.” She chuckled. “He’s a weird one.”

“I thought it might be something like that,” Casey said. “Wait… the maker?”

She shook her head. “The less you know about that, the better. As for now,” - she waved a hand - ”we have to get you back to where you belong.”

For a second, Casey thought she meant Earth. But then something odd happened. The thought of going back to Earth didn’t please him like it should have. He found himself missing Cahaya, Daun, hell, even the Ibu women. He even missed the battle axe, but would never admit it to anyone. “Fine. Send me back. But isn’t there any lead you can give me? Any advice that will help me save these people?”

“Find Jamen. This world needs him as much as it needs you.” She reached into her robe, and withdrew a rolled up scroll. “Don’t lose it, this time.” She approached him with a smile, and slid the roll of paper over his semi-erect dick.

“Ow! That doesn’t feel…”

Once again, the world went white.

When his vision returned, he found himself in the same area he had left. Daun was there, perhaps twenty yards away, frantically flipping over every rock and looking behind every bush.

Casey adjusted his point of view and looked himself over. He was the battle axe again. He half expected to fall into the dirt, but Casey hung there in midair. Returning to his body, he attempted to move. He thought about pushing forward, and to his surprise, he glided forward about five feet. He banked to the left, and then to the right. He did a flip.

Okay, this is flippin’ awesome! He chuckled, pleased with his pun. Daun still had her back to him, so he snuck up behind her. Flipping himself knob up, he tapped her on the shoulder. Probably not the best idea, in hindsight.

She spun with impossible quickness, her heel connecting with his shaft. Casey would’ve doubled over, if he could, but the only outward sign of his discomfort was a slightly-green shaft.

“No man! I mean… Casey. Daun is sorry!” She took a step back, appraising him warily. “Where did you go? And how does Noman fly?”

That was a good question, but not one he was prepared to answer. “I was taken. They gave me a little reminder of the path I am supposed to be on.” He hated being vague, but he knew that the truth would sound stupid as soon as it came out of his mouth. “We need to get back to your people, and Cahaya. We have to find where they took Jamen.”

Daun went to a knee in front of him. “You have spoken to the Maker?” she asked reverently. “Our wise ones have tried, and tried again, but when the men disappear, so does the Maker.” A mask of sadness washed over her face. “He has abandoned us. If you have spoken to the Maker, you are truly our Master. Daun did not believe, but now...”

Casey wanted to comfort her, but didn’t know how. He floated over to her and leaned forward touching her shoulder with his blade. A small notification popped up in his vision.

-1 SP.

That was strange. He shifted his viewpoint away from his body, and noticed the scroll still wrapped around his haft. Ah, that explains it. I was wondering why she did that. “Daun, can you see this paper wrapped around me?”

She looked up, then blinked. “Yes. Yes! Is it a message from the Maker?”

“No, I don’t think so. But I think you can help me answer the question of who I am, and why I am here.” He shook his staff, dislodging the scroll. “Would you mind holding it open so I can see what’s on it?”

“You are my Master, now.” She reached out and reverently uncoiled the scroll from his haft. “I will do whatever you ask of me, always.”

Casey felt a bit giddy at that statement. Hell, a week ago, if someone had told him that he’d have nearly an entire tribe of almost-naked woman at his beck and call, he wouldn’t believe them. Yet, here he was.

Daun opened the scroll, looked at it, scowled, then turned it around so he could see it. “It is a bad drawing of you, Master.”

He sighed. NoMan. Whoever is running this racket has a shitty sense of humor.

As he perused the rest of it, a few things became clear. The float spell. That would explain the SP loss. Indah must’ve activated it for me before she sent me back. His Cleave ability gained a level, and his luck and intelligence had gained a point each. He wasn’t sure how his wisdom would translate here, but he was certain that the intelligence related to how much SP it cost to use his skills. It would explain why the cost to use his Cleave skill had dropped a point.

“Thank you, Daun. I would ask another favor of you. Could you please hold that for me, keep it somewhere safe?” He kicked himself as he said it. With what the woman was wearing, he doubted she could keep anything bigger than a marble safe.

To his surprise, however, she lifted her loincloth, giving Casey a peek at what hid between her thighs. The woman was shaved bald. Cahaya hadn’t been, not completely anyway. She slid the scroll into a pouch on the backside of her loincloth.

“Here, it will be safe.” She let the loincloth fall.

And warm. Pays to have pockets, I guess.

“I appreciate it, Daun. Are you ready to travel?”

She hoisted the fleshy sack of octopus bear meat over her shoulder. “Yes. Will you fly, or should I carry you?”

He thought about it for a second. It would consume energy to float back, sure, but he knew how to refill it now, and the prospect of doing so excited him. For now, though, conventional methods of travel might be wiser. After all, it took time to refill his SP, especially when Daun didn’t have access to sevel. “You should probably carry me, if you don’t mind.”

“Master, I don’t mind.” She said those last words as if they were unfamiliar to her. He made it a point, when things calm down, to learn about their true language. “Carrying the Master is an honor.”

He smiled. On the inside, anyway. ‘Master’ was going to take some getting used to.

Cahaya scowled as she climbed the steep rock face that overlooked the Tante encampment. She was upset. Upset at No Man for refusing to help her. Upset at her mother for dying, the woman she loved more than anyone. But mostly upset at Cuka.

They had been lovers, once. Her first lover. Cuka had taught her the ways of the tongue, the ways of the stones, and what it felt like to lose yourself to orgasm. The memories were still vivid, and helped Cahaya get through many sleepless nights. Not anymore.

Behind her back, Cuka had made fun of Cahaya’s sexual inexperience, telling her other lovers that their lovemaking was like teaching a one-armed child to fight. It was Cahaya’s first taste of betrayal, and one that she would never forget.

This, however felt worse in some ways. Now that her mother had died, by the laws of the tribe, she was the leader now, not that she’d wanted it. But the laws had to be respected. Her mother had been the leader, her mother’s mother, as far back as anyone could remember.

The old women of their tribe, back in the caves, would often talk fondly of Cahaya’s grandmother. She remembered listening to stories of Amina by the campfires at night, and even as a child, vowed to one day make her grandmother proud. Cahaya crested the top of the bluff, and stepped out onto the barren rock, looking down upon the Tante and Ibu encampments.

Cuka stood up on a boulder, circled by about ten to fifteen Tante warriors. Cahaya gritted her teeth, but scooted closer to overhear what the woman was saying, speaking in their native tongue.

“She was no fit leader! She brought the curse upon us, and is directly responsible for the loss of the males. You think it was a coincidence that she was the last one to be with child?” She punctuated her sentences with thrusts of her spear, eliciting cries of encouragement from the small crowd around her.

“No, my friends, she was no true leader. And her daughter is no true heir!” A smirk spread on a face Cahaya once found pleasing. “I know. I have tasted her.” This brought in laughter and raucous cheers from the crowd, which had grown by a couple more.

“But it is worse than that, my sisters. Cahaya is the reason this curse is upon us! She associates with that demonic weapon. Commits unnatural acts with it, according to her, for the good of the tribe!”

More jeers and boos rose from the crowd, louder now. Cahaya ducked down reflexively, hugging the rock.

“But I say, no more!” She thrust her spear into the air. “She is unnatural, and she is evil! The curse that destroyed our men started with her birth.” Her grin grew wicked.

“And the curse will only end with her death!”